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eustasskidagenda · 6 months

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anon asked: Hi sweetie, My brain just can't get over the idea of Kid being pegged, I mean, everything is so 'grabable" on his body. So could you write an OS or drabble about this? With a female reader. Maybe Kid would have that kink after a certain time in their relationship, according to your NSFW alphabet. With maybe some overstimulation, hair pulling and spanking as additional kinks? And if it's possible, could you write this with Kid being pegged for the first time? I think it's can be interesting! Last, please, can you write him as extra tough/bratty but his attitude breaks bc he can't handle how good it feels. I hope my request was understandable, I don't know how to explain myself properly. Tysm for your time and anon please

Hi! Well, that was an interesting request! And you’re so damn right, Kid's body is so grabbable. It was quite fun to write, Kid is such a brat, I love him so much :D Sorry for the long wait (my back is still injured) and thank you for requesting, I hope I did the job correctly :D ☆

☆Eustass Kid getting pegged for the first time

CW : MDNI, smut, f!reader, pegging, overstimulation, hair pulling, spanking, praises (bc Kid lives for praises), established relationship, Kid has a filthy mouth, Kid is a big brat, kind of virginity loss kink I guess (?), fingering & oral sex (Kid receiving), dirty talk, rough sex

WC : around 4K. I know it's really long, but I wanted to develop a bit Kid's mindset. Hope you don't mind the length!`

Kid is everything, but not submissive. It's written on his face, and the moment you met him, you immediately knew that he would always be in control of absolutely everything. Including in the bedroom. And you never tried to change that, because Kid knows what he's doing. You crave the sensations of his hands gripping your waist and his huge body pressing against yours. However, in the back of your mind, a fantasy always refused to leave your spirit. Your giant, hot-headed boyfriend, moaning and begging while you fuck him. So, once, you tried to talk him about pegging, and you earned nothing, but a dark, mad scowl and a "no" yelled loudly."I'm not a wimp, y/n, no one will ever fuck me. I ain't no bottom bitch." That's what he said. And you know Kid is a stubborn mess, so you never tried to bring the subject up again.

It was five years ago.

Your mind is still filled with this fantasy. So, a few days ago, you tried again to convince your stubborn boyfriend. It was in the middle of a passionate make-out session, and you caught him off-guard. Initially, you believed that he would yell at you once more. However, he simply scowled and frowned. "You're so goddamn stubborn, I thought you would forget about this stupid idea." And then, he shrugged. "You better take the bigger size, I'm not a fucking pussy."

You still don't realize that he actually said 'yes'. In his language, with a lot of cursing and arrogance, but he did accept. It took him five years to gain sufficient trust in you. What a challenge. That's what you think as you relax on the huge bed and read a book that Kid stole for you. You're waiting for him, actually. Kid is probably locked in his workshop, working on some random weapon or new arm improvement.

Suddenly, the door hits the wall. "You're not sleeping yet?" He asks, closing the door behind him. He's still wearing his goggles and his lips are painted with your favorite red lipstick. And on his skin, some stains of oil. "Gonna take a shower, I'll be right back soon." You laugh softly. "Fine, but don't remove your makeup yet." He mutters 'I don't take orders from anyone' before slamming the door once more.

When he comes back with make-up still on his face, you can't help but smile. He listened to you. Locking the door with a kick, Kid drops his heavy coat on the ground, cracks his neck, and crawls on the bed. He immediately wraps his hands around your waist. "Come here. I want to fuck my pretty girlfriend." He sits you on his lap and holds your hips firmly. As he smears his lipstick on your neck, you shudder and put your face against his neck. Kid slides his hand and firmly gropes your ass. "Mine," he growls, squeezing your bottom. "I want to see that pretty ass, undressed and get on all fours,"

You raise an amused eyebrow. "No, I won't." He scowls, irritated by your teasing expression. You roam your hands along Kid's broad chest. "You're the one getting on all fours this time." He scoffs. A low chuckle rumbles up from his chest as he gazes at you. "You're being feisty tonight?" He squeezes your ass tighter. "No. I didn't forget what you said. I chose the larger size. So, will you let me fuck you?"

Totally flushed, Kid scoffs once more. "Goddam, y/n" You can almost see the gears of his brain working quickly. "Why are you so obsessed with this thing?" He groans, still holding your cheeks and squeezing them like if it were a stress ball. "Because you're hot. And you know where your prostate is, right, Eustass?" Kid scowls at you. "I'm not stupid, y/n." You gently touch the corner of his lips with a kiss. "So let me pleasure you."

You take off his goggles and his red hair falls free on his forehead. He's as beautiful and fierce as ever, gazing at you with his amber eyes. He forces you to sit on his lap while he thinks. And his laps make quite a beautiful throne to sit on. Your heart is racing and you're hoping Kid won't change his mind. You need to see that large, massive body, shivering under your touch. There's something so exciting about the idea of fucking such a big, tough, and rude man as Kid. "Y/n, I swear on everything I have: if you ever try to tell to anyone what I'm about to do… I'll fucking kill you. And I'm not even kidding."

Damn, you know he's not kidding.

Kid cares way too much about his reputation. He's so touchy and sensitive whenever someone tries to deny his status or powers. So, abandoning his dominant position is not easy for his stubborn mind. He must really cares about you. Your dear captain only knows the hard way. His strong spirit was the only thing he had as a poor child, when he used to fight for almost everything. That's why he toughens up so much. Right now, he seems much more human. There's a hint of anxiety in his eyes. Maybe he loves you, but people have betrayed him so many times, he can't help but be a bit distrustful. "Eustass, I won't tell anyone, even Killer. It's between you and me, I swear. " Kid sighs deeply. " Goddam woman… fine."

Relieved, you kiss his lips softly. As a punk, Kid always craved for non-conformism. You noticed really soon that he was always curious to try things considered 'weird' by society. But you never thought he would let you peg him. Your heart is brimming with excitement, pride, and impatience. You squirm to escape the strong grasp of your boyfriend and reach for the nightstand .Kid watches closely as you grab the lube and the strap-on. You didn't lie; you chose the larger size. Kid glances at the toy for a long moment, but remains quiet.

"Alright, come here and lie back." Immediately, Kid raises an eyebrow. "You want me to take orders from you? Ain’t no fucking way" Ah yes. Kid. Constantly bratty and hot-headed. "Come on, Eustass." You gently try to push him on his back, but he doesn't move, struggling with his inner thoughts. "Let me pleasure you." As you press your palms harder against his chest, he snarls and eventually lies back, completely tensed. You reach for his belt and he pushes your hand. "I can do that myself," he grunts, taking off his shirt, unbuckling his belts and unbuttoning his pants.

Damn, what a sight to watch at Eustass Kid's naked body. Muscular shoulders, broad and toned chest, abs as hard as the stone, big and grabbable thighs, and that perfect muscular, round booty. "Your name is so accurate, Eust-ass", you laugh as his face turns as red as his hair. "Shut up and do your fucking job," he barks aggressively. He's trying to hide his flustered state. How cute.

Your hand reaches for his already hard cock and you firmly wrap your hands around the thick girth. Kid bucks his hips, eager for more friction. "You're so hard. Are you actually turn on by the situation?" His cock twitches in your palms. "You know what? You should shut the fuck up. Why won't you suck my cock?" He grins and grabs your hair. Damn, even now, he can't help but give your orders. Kid smirks as you comply, content with himself. "That's it, take it all." His cock is throbbing with needs as he pushes deeper down your throat. You can already taste his pre-cum in your mouth.

You keep sucking him while reaching for the lube, spreading it on your fingers, and guiding your fingers against his tight hole. Kid tenses automatically. "Just do it, I'm not a pussy," he mutters. With a wet sound, you remove his cock from your mouth. "Eustass, just to be sure: have you already been fucked in the ass before?"

Now, even his neck is red. "Hell no. Do I fucking look like a guy who likes being fucked all the fucking days?" He snarls, his pride stinging. His thoughts are filled with lust as he feels your hands on him, making his heart race. "Now what?" You don't answer and continue to run your hands along his muscular thighs, grabbing them to widen his legs. "You're so pretty for me." Kid lets out a low, growling sigh, his cock twitching with the need. "Don't call me pretty. And fuck me, I'm dying of impatience"

"Fine, fine. You're needy." You gently tease him, spreading his ass cheeks to take a look at this hole clenching around nothing. Eustass tenses under your touch. "Don't fucking look at my ass like that" he growls, squirming nervously. "Why not?" You whisper, kissing his inner thighs and squeezing his muscular flesh. With your lips, you trace all of his scars and curves. "Because I'm not some fucking object for you to gawk at!" Kid roars, shoving your hands away from his ass. "Now, are you going to fuck me or what?"

You can't help but chuckle. He's such a hot-headed mess. Even more stubborn, yelling and aggressive than usual. Your poor boyfriend is really flustered and turned-on by this situation. The unknown is something he finds unpleasant because he can't control it. "Don't worry, I'll fuck you soon. Let me prepare and stretch you first." You're rubbing your fingers against his entrance, as you say. "Prepare me?" He sneers, his voice thick with disbelief and irritation. "I'm not some delicate flower" He continues to protest, but his heart is racing at the thought of being filled with the massive strap you choose. "Stop being so bratty." You sigh, apply more lube to your fingers, and spread it on Kid's entrance. " Just breathe and relax for me." You gently push two lubricate fingers inside him. His warmth and tightness immediately surround you. With a shiver, Kid groans and grabs the bedsheets. His head, neck, and shoulders are all flushed.

Kid groans as you keep teasing the tip of his cock with your free hand. The double-stimulations is too much for his body to handle. You gently push your fingers deeper, savoring your boyfriend's low grunts and how he clenches around you. So needy already. "You're doing okay, babe?" You ask teasingly, curling your fingers and rubbing his prostate. Kid grabs the bedsheets tightly. Right now, he looks so vulnerable; he doesn't have his prosthetic arm. Just his bare body covered with scars and his big thighs trembling crazily. "Don't call me 'babe'" he grunts, bucking his hips against your hands, eager for more of your touch. It's almost hilarious how hard he tries to hide the moans of pleasure that threaten to escape his lips. "Look like you're enjoying yourself" you tease, stimulating his prostate. "Fuck!" Kid groans, his body arching off the bed. "Just get it over with, I can't get much fore of your goddamn teasing!" he growls, his voice laced with need.

Eustass 'Captain' Kid is finally begin to break down.

That is so fascinating to watch such a big and scary man, so needy and almost begging for more. Begging to actually be fucked. You continue to finger him and he yells, his eyes rolling back in his head as the sensation shot straight to his cock. The pre-cum is leaking onto your fingers and his stomach as his member throbs in your hand. Kid's body trembles, betraying his arousal despite his best efforts to maintain control and the tough boy-attitude. "Just fuck me," he growls impatiently.

"Okay. Then, get on your hands and knees." You demand, taking your fingers off. "No."

"Why, no?"

He frowns. Of course. He won't obey. No one can commands the great Eustass "Captain" Kid. You sigh, half-amused and half-annoyed by his stubbornness. Despite his dislike for orders, what if you simply guide him with your hands? Perhaps he will comply. Holding his hips with firm yet gentle hands, you attempt to roll him onto his stomach. But you can't move his big, heavy body if he's not willing to obey. Kid glances at you for a long time, and when you finally break the eye contact, he huffs and rolls on his stomach. Your heart is racing at the sight of his muscular back. Some scars are running down his spine. Both the small of his back and his ass are incredibly juicy. You can feel yourself becoming increasingly wet as you imagine the moment you will finally fuck him and drive him crazy.

Still with your hands, you try to move him on all fours. Kid growls and arches his back. But he can't really stay on all fours with his missing arm, so he ends up with his head buried in the pillow and his ass perfectly raised in your direction. The position he's in is so helpless and vulnerable that it makes your throat feel a bit dry. He must really trust you to be so exposed. "You can breath at least?" He turns his head. "Of course I can, just fuck me."

He glances across his shoulders as you put on your strap-on and spread some lube on the fake cock. Kid asked for it to be both large and long, and it is. His spirit of competition is quite amusing, but you hope he'll be fine. You give a playful spank to Kid's amazing, muscular ass and enjoy the nice jiggling. It's only fair to give him a light spanking because it's his favorite activity when you're on all fours.

By pressing on the small of his back, you force him to bend more, enough to spread his ass cheeks without your hands. Then, you gently rub the cockhead of the toy against his tight entrance. Kid eyes roll back in his head as he feels the cold rubber head pressing against his hole. "Hurry up and fuck me, damn it! He grumbles with a voice full of desire and impatience. His cock throbbing between his legs shows that he's ready. "Just relax and let me in," your orders before starting to push the massive toy inside him. "Fuck", Kid hisses out between clenched teeth, his body shuddering from the intrusion. He tries to manage his breathing, and he feels the thick head of the dildo stretching his entrance further. "Shit…" he cries out, as the cockhead finally passes his tight ring of muscles. His body instinctively fights back. You soothe him with one hand while gripping his hips firmly with the other. "Just breathe, Eustass. You're doing so good. Just a little more and it will all be inside. " Kid grabs the bedsheets with his hand, his whole body shaking and covered in a slight coat of sweat. As Kid finally relaxes, you manage to push the big toy deeper into him. "You're taking me so well, Eustass." You purr, watching the thick girth of the strap sink completely inside him, stretching his ass widely. "That shit is so fucking big," he groans out, his body shaking with the sensation of being filled so deeply. His ass walls are tightly clamped around the toy. "That's what you wanted" you laugh playfully, squeezing his ass. You can’t believe you’re finally filling him up to the hilt.

"Shit! I know. Just fuck me, I can handle it." Even as it overwhelms his senses, he cannot deny the pleasure that surges through him. Seeing him with a completely flustered face would be wonderful, but you know that he's probably more comfortable that way, with you taking him from behind. If you are unable to see his expressions, he may be more willing to let it go and indulge in the pleasure.

Your entire body is aching. It's too much for you. Kid is so perfect, so pretty, on all fours for you. His muscular body offers to your hands and thrusts. You had no idea that he would allow you to realize one of your most significant fantasies. Now, you have to take good care of him and prove to him how good it can be to be fucked. Maybe he will accept to do it again if he's convincing enough.

You gently start to thrust, sliding in and out with ease thanks to all the lube. The amount of lube is making some wet, obscene sounds with each thrust. Kid grunts, almost moans and tries to hide it behind a curse word as you move your hips. Your hands move from his waist to his ass, and you grab it firmly. You spank the firm flesh playfully. "So perfect" you whisper while thrusting. Kid groans lowly as you continue to plunge the toy into his ass. "You look so beautiful when I’m inside you." Kid sighs. "Can you stop babbling and actually starts to fuck me for real?" He tries to keep his moans under control, his teeth tightening tightly. 'Fuck," he mutters, his voice thick with need and desire. " Damn Eustass, you're taking me so well. You're so beautiful, I-"

" Harder " Kid grunts, silencing you. " I can take it, fuck me harder." You give another spanking to his ass, which slowly turns red. Kid bites the bedsheets, smearing his lipstick everywhere on the pillow and on the mattress. As you speed up your thrusts, Kid bites the bedsheets more firmly to muffle his moans. The sensations are too intense, the pleasure is too overwhelming for his poor mind. He can't think clearly, and is slowly starting to lose his tough-guy attitude. It's tempting to tease him about his pretty, husky moans. He's such a whimpering mess. But you shut up. It's obvious to you that he would feel mocked and humiliated. And you want him to trust you. It's beautiful to watch him indulge in a new world of sensations. With each hard thrust, the inner ring of the strap grinds against your clit, and you moan as well, digging your nails into Kid's ass. "You should see how your hole is swallowing all of me." The mind totally dizzy, your boyfriend doesn't react and just bucks his hips, eager for more friction, more roughness. "Yeah yeah i get it; you love my ass. Just fuck me harder," he begs again impatiently. His body is trembling as his mind still tries to fight against the pleasure washing over him. His cock twitch violently, releasing pre-cum as it throbs in response to your thrusts. "Fuck," he repeats, moaning. Burying his head in the pillow, he bites it. You know, his lipstick is probably all over the white bedsheets. You spank his ass playfully, speeding up your thrusts. "Damn, you were right Eustass, you're taking me so well. You like how wide it stretches you?"

The slapping sounds of the skin fill the room as Kid turns into a whimpering, almost whiny mess. It's difficult for him to handle how good you're stretching him and how nice the toy is rubbing his prostate. You continue to thrust, chasing your own highs. The rubber ring is stimulating your clit just nice, not to mention the amazing view of your boyfriend on all fours and at your mercy. The fake balls of the toy slaps against Kid’s balls. With one hand, you still hold his hips firmly. With the other, you pull on his hair, fucking him deeper. His face is completely red, his eyes are almost wet, and his lipstick is smeared on his chin and cheek. Amazed by this sight, your pussy ache in need. You already know how beautiful Kid looks when he can't handle how tight your cunt is. But that. It's beyond all expectations. The slight pain from his hair being pulled and his ass being spanked only add to his arousal, his cock throbbing with need. All he can mutter is a long, long strand of'shit' and 'fuck'.

Kid buries his head back in the pillow after you release his head. His ass is red from both your spanking and the roughness of your hips when slamming against his. Amazed by the way his body is completely swallowing the toy, you too moan. You reach for his chest, squeezing his large tiddies. Your breast bounces crazily with each hard thrust and Kid's body just jolts of pleasure. You know he won't take much more. So you reach for his cock and as soon as you touch it, Kid cum violently, arching his back, curling his toes and making a mess on the bedsheets. The pleasure just washes over him. But you don't stop, still chasing your own highs. "Fuck!" Kid groans again, his body shuddering from the intense release. His massive frame falls stomach-first on the bed. The friction between his sensitive cock and the mattress is causing him to squirm and jerk. "Damn, Y/N!" He grips the bedsheets more tightly and pants heavily. The way you're overstimulating his sensitive walls and prostate is too much to handle.

"Almost there", you whisper, and finally, you feel the pleasure running through your veins. Your loud boyfriend can't help but cum once more, his eyes rolling back in his head, short-circuited by his second orgasm. You continue to give him some sloppy thrusts, making him squirm and cry out. "You're amazing," you whisper before finally pulling out the toy carefully. With a loud 'plop', you completely pull out the toy, leaving Kid with a gaping hole.

'You're okay?' You whisper, stroking his back gently and playing with his hair. "Hmph. That wasn't that bad" he admits, his chest heaving up and down. Your fierce boyfriend struggles to glance at you and keeps his head buried in the pillow. Despite the intense pleasure he'd just had, his pride is swollen. You gently kiss his lower back, leaving a trail of kissing along his spine. "You were amazing… so beautiful and perfect for me…" Kid grunts slowly. At the moment, he only needs praises. He cannot deny how good it was. And his mind is tortured. What does it mean? Is he still the same for you? Does he look less manly now? Or cruel, maybe? Ashamed, Kid slowly manages to relax as you keep praising him. "You're alright?" You ask, kissing his neck. "Yeah." He grumbles, still trying to catch his breath, and finally rolls onto his back. You take off the strap-on and leave the bedroom, just for a moment. When you came back with a wet cloth, Kid didn't move at all. Without any words, you clean him. "Are you hurt anywhere?" He shakes his head. "No. I fucking lost my arm, I can handle having my ass pounded, damn." He groans. "Alright, alright. Just move your ass then, let me change the bedsheets."

Kid struggles to comply, barely standing up on his shaking legs. After you're finished, he returns to his bed. "Are you joining me or what?" With a chuckle, you comply, pressing your naked body against his. Kid wraps his hand tightly around your waist. "I love you, Eustass" you whisper close to his ear. The confession brings his heart racing. "Of course you love me."

He rolls on his side in silence. You know exactly what he wants, so you wrap your arms around his large body. "My big boy loves to be the little spoon," you laugh and he grunts a 'shut up'.

His hand reaches for yours and intertwined your fingers.

"Why are you smiling?" Kid asks as he feels you smile against his back. "Nothing."

You're just so proud of your stubborn, hot-headed boyfriend. And proud of how your relationship just evolved. Kid is always hard to understand and you never know if he loves you, but those kind of moments… it eases all your doubts. You're overjoyed to have the chance to see the vulnerable, human Kid. He can sleep comfortably. You won't tell anyone about it; it was too precious, you want to keep it to yourself.

"Alright, just smile then, he grumbles", still holding your hand.

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deadbeat-motel · 2 months

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For my rewrite, I wanted to tie each sinner who's staying at the motel to a specific deadly sin to make it easier to understand what got them in hell and just for the fun of it.

It doesn't apply to the rest of hell to have a specific sin, but I thought it was interesting that the inhabitants of the motel will represent a sin.

Some of these characters are still rough ideas and will be subjected to some changes once i finalize the actual lores for these characters:

First up, Angel Dust is easy to confuse as Lust because most people might assume that since he's a sex worker, its probably what got him in hell right? Though, his sin had nothing to do with being lustful since he didnt become a sex worker until then (plus being a sex worker doesnt warrant someone a tacket straight to hell). Instead what really did him in was Gluttony since it was his appetite for vices that got him into trouble and also inadvertently lead to his death and it was that appettite that lead him to take any and all clients to feed his appetite for angeldust.

Nifty's sin is Lust, though not in the traditional sexual sense that we know. For her sin's sake, Lust is all about an uncontrollable desire that leads one to do horrible acts in order to attain what they've been obsessing over. In the rewrite, I was going to let her be a lot younger (most likely an adolescent-young teen) with a very skewed sense of what romance/love is like and have her lean in more towards a yandere-type character or a crappy creepypasta kid character (think Nina the killer levels of crappypasta). I'm torn between the two ideas at the moment.

[Also fun fact, hearing that nifty was a japanese woman from the 1950's kind of took me off because googling it, she wouldve been a woman who grew up in the middle of world war 2 and lived through a bit of the Post war boom if we assumed she's also american as well. Having someone with a background like that who acts like she's mentally a child makes it feel like Viv did no research at all.]

Husk's sin remains as Greed, as gambling just seems so hard to quit for him, even when his life is on the line, especially when he's cheating death so many times. Maybe it was after he had his first close encounter with death in his youth... or the few couple of times during the war... that he began to think of himself as too lucky to die. Unfortunately for him, he'd have to learn the hard way that whatever force that was trying to save him can't do anything about his own body failing from years of self-destructive alcoholism.

[Husk will literally kill me with all the research I'll have to do from 1910-1970 to get his story straight.]

Alastor is one Prideful mf. As an intelligent serial killer (possibly cannibal), he was able to evade the police whilst keeping the high-profile radio host job he killed others for. He enjoyed leaving clues and slipping little hints around his scene that stumped the entire police department. In the end, getting sloppy because of his own overconfidence in his abilities was what did him in and he was chased down and shot by a hunter in his escape.

Sir Pentious is Envious of the Victorian family and those above the middle class. He believed that he deserved to have the same kind of privileges they have especially since he was a brilliant inventor who believed he could forward Great Britain to a greater future. So he gave up 15 years trying to take over the monarchy by himself and failing miserably. He died due to an invention gone wrong and that was the day Great Britain was rid of its persistent annoyance.

[Some people may read about him in history books and confuse him for an anti-monarchist when this man's entire goal was to replace the monarchy with himself.]

Cherri Bomb grew up as a resentful youth of the Japanese 70's being a sukeban of a delinquent girl gang. Their Wrath was known all across the other local schools in their area and they were known for their sheer brutality. However, Cherri Bomb in particular was also feared by other members of the gang as she was ruthless punishing those who wanted to leave the group. She doesn't ever disclose how she died to others and thus no one is ever really sure how she ended up down here but no one really feels the need to ask.

[I'm extremely unfamiliar with Australian history so Cherri Bomb will have to have grown up in Japanese 70-80's delinquent culture.]

There's one sin left.... but since I don't really have anyone in the HH cannon that could realistically fit Sloth, I'm left with two options: Characterizing the blank slate that is Crymini myself or leaving the last resident as a community effort "Build-a-Sinner."

So first poll ive done but....

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twst-drabbles · 2 months

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Azul 26

Summary: Dinner with Azul was done. You have caught up with what he's been doing over the years, and now it's time for you to be off on your travels. You stop yourself to say one final thing, just so he knows.

(I'll be skipping around because I have scenes in the head and I don't want to write in chronological order. That and I have no clue what the meetings should be like. Brain is empty!)

Haa, alright, it's now or never. If you walk through that door now without saying a thing, you know you'll just leave without a trace once more.

So, you turn around. You can't allow yourself to be coward like this.

"Hey, Azul," you still had his attention, but you had to call to him again, just to focus yourself, "when I leave again, I'm not going to be coming back."

Your tongue almost added 'probably,' at the end, but you won't lie to him.

"Well, I can hardly blame you at all," Azul shook his head, a tired smile waning on his face, threatening to disappear, "stay here and abandon those you've risked so much to get back home to, or go back and let all this drift off into a gentle dream. The choices you've made, I know you to never go back on them."

You didn't move as Azul approached your side. You hate the thought of wavering in any capacity, so you kept your focus on Azul's face, even as it became harder to take in that gentle smile.

"…I won't be able to attend any of your parties, or diners, you know?" It took too much time for Malleus to even get his invitation to you. He was waiting every day by that mirror for ten odd years in hopes you'd respond. And it's a miracle that you did.

A fluke, probably, that it only took ten years. Who's to say it won't be more next time? Who's to say that Malleus will be able to reach you at all? Well, perhaps he'll be able to figure it out and get invitations and letters through in a shorter period of time. You'll still be late, no matter how fast they're sent, because you lived in a different time-axis than the people here.

This world is beautiful, as well as the world back home, but… you don't think you can stand the thought of coming back to world that will always forget you. Where, so many years pass by that your existence just… faded away while you're still alive and living.

Azul nodded, "A shame you won't be able to attend my funeral when it comes. I was planning on having some delectable snacks there too."

The lightness he treated the subject kept you calm, but you didn't like the way your stomach gained more weight at the thought. But, well, you suppose the thought of death and what comes afterward comes when you see the changes in the mirror, see the way the eyes start sinking just the slightest bit deeper, and the way your face gains more lines with time, and the annoying pains in places you didn't expect them to be.

"…yeah," you had to push the word out. You put your hands in your pockets, "Guess I'll miss that too. I'll miss a lot of things."

You missed too many things already, so what's a lot more? May as well not have come here at all if this was what's going to greet you.

A younger Azul probably would have bargained or negotiated his way into getting you to stay. He tried to do so the minute he found out the way home was one-way only. You didn't like it then, the way he was scrambling for something that'll entice you to stay just a few more minutes longer, until he reaches a far away milestone or until his name reaches the ears of those famous and lofty. But, as Azul said, you've always been one to stick with your decisions.

Like weeds, you make sure to get everything out before they dig deeper. Half-assing everything, with anything regarding your life, was simply something you could never do, especially not when you know yourself to leave things until the last minute if you allow yourself.

That's what a younger Azul was hoping for, almost begging for even.

But, not this one.

This Azul's hands were on his custom made cane, drumming his fingers on the hilt as he hummed a familiar tune and tapped with his good foot.

"…you know," may as well get it off your chest while you're here, "it's kind of unfair, for me at least. Everything is still so fresh in my mind," The younger faces, the weird little habits and childish antics, the word tics, "and I came here just to have a little fun, like back in college. But…"

But…

"But we're not the same as we once were," nothing about Azul's composure was lost. It was weird, seeing his smile capable of this type of experienced gentleness, originating from pain he has probably long since come to terms with. He held a hand out towards you, inviting you to take it, "While I can't say I'm a better version than the one you remember, I am different. And I will be different tomorrow and the days onward. If you don't intend to come back once you go home, then let us at least have some fun like you wanted to. Nothing wrong with making more memories, is there? Or do you intend to leave this older gentleman such as I alone on the dance floor?"

You stared at his hand, then his face, and let out an airy chuckle. "Alright, alright old man. Quit it with the Crowley-isms."

You walked past the curtains that gave you two all the privacy you needed, and pulled Azul into a dance you're familiar with. But, it seems he wasn't ready. Poor man stumbled into you.

This time, Azul had to laugh as his hat fell off. "Be careful with me, don't you know how delicate and soft I am? Leave a bruise on me and I'll demand compensation from you."

"With what money?" You barely brought anything.

"Not money, time. I'll demand another dance." Azul is still as cheeky as ever.

"Aren't you gonna pick up your hat?" You can see it getting kicked around by the more drunken folks around here.

"Leave it. It's doesn't matter when I'm having fun. Let the world see my graying hairs."

That's… you were not focused on that. Besides…

"Isn't your hair already gray?"

"Oh come on. Don't tell me you can't see the difference? Look, see? Right there."

And you couldn't. Because you both were still moving and twirling around. It's awkward.

"Azul, we're dancing. I can't really focus on it."

Then, Azul sighed. "I really do have to be more blunt with you, don't I? I'm asking you to touch my hair. So touch it. There won't be a fee, I promise. The feeling alone is it's own reward."

"Should've started off with that Azul."

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst-drabbles #twst-drabbles exclusive #drabble #octavinelle #azul #azul ashengrotto #years later au #reader insert

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Child's Play [2]

pt1

Bully!Miguel O'Hara x Reader

This part a bit shorter than last chapter but consists bit of lore

//Bullying, Degradation, Yandere ,Miguel being rich and a playboy, Miguel isn't as grumpy as we know he kinda ooc here

Previously

For now, you focus on putting your messy and blank-ish notes in your bag and head for the doorway, hoping he didn't notice you. "Y/N? That you?" And there you wish somebody had a shovel so you could bury yourself.

"Long time no see Y/N how ya been?"

Forget a shovel, you hope somebody bulldoze this building so you don't have to go back, But you're here now so might as well get through it, maybe he changed? acted more mature than before?.

You nervously laugh of his question

"oh uh Yea, doing fine...?"

Miguel seemed to notice your hesitation and signed.

"Come on Y/N you ain't foolin anyone cariño, is this about high school? You know I was just teasing you."

The thought of him getting matured was immediately thrown out the window.

"Ok um, Look Miguel as much as glad your doing alright I think it's best if we just stopped talking to each other."

You tried to evade him, seeing him again in the flesh doesn't do your mental health well, so much more when your talking to him.

You think the best course is to just turn a new page and seperate ways.

Miguel thinks different.

"Oh so it is about the high school? Look how bout you and me go to this cafe near campus and we can talk about it yea?"

You want to laugh at that idea, the last time you and him decided to talk things out in a cafe, he ended up spilling hot coffee on you, you swear you could feel the burns again.

You look at the your watch and you remember you don't have any more subjects to take for the rest of the day.

"Miguel the last time you took to me to a cafe, you burnt me with coffee..."

Miguel doesn't seemed fazed and shrugged.

"And? come on, hermosa, you know that was an accident, and if it happened again, I would be embarrassed and probably lend you a jacket, or we could order cold drinks if you want. How bout that, huh?"

Miguel pushed on even further and you tried to ignore his nicknames for you, you can't lie that your surprised with the turn of nicknames, usually he would call you a slut,a whore, a nobody, an idiota and etc etc.

Knowing Miguel, he isn't a quitter so for you to live to see another day you have to go with his whims and you go as you did.

"Alright...Alright, just uhh send me the location I guess? I'm just gonna drop my things at my dorm and I'll see you there" Or maybe you could use this as an escape and just say your pet needs to go to the vet or you suddenly feel sick.

But life ain't always that easy.

Miguel chuckled "No need for that hermosa, We can directly go to the cafe in my car"

You felt yourself shake, one thing you always tell yourself is to never be alone with Miguel aside from him taking you home, you never ever want to be in a closed space with him.

"No uh- it's really oka-" You wanted to relent more but Miguel is...well Miguel.

"Y/N come on, don't make this harder as it is, all I wanna do is talk in a sweet,relaxing and quiet environment, is that so hard?"

You panic even more in the inside but your scared what he could do if you reject further.

"Alright...Okay I'll go..."

Miguel beamed brightly at your (forced) agreement.

"Good. Follow me"

As you follow him out to the parking lot you panic to see lesser people but you can't help but admire the Rolls-Royce Phantom Series II coated in a dark blue color.

Miguel noticed your awe and chuckled.

"Like it? My parents gave it to me once I graduated from high-school"

Of course, anything for their priced baby, you sometimes forget how rich Miguel really is.

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The car ride was silent in a way aside from the radio, you opted to sit at the back but Miguel, once again, relented you sit at front. And you're running out of energy to fight back.

So here you are at front, next to Miguel, and stuck at traffic.

You guess it gotten too quiet for you started feeling tense. So you decided to break it.

"So uh.....While we're here, maybe you can tell me what your planning to tell me at the cafe."

Miguel wordlessly glanced at you and back at the street while awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

"Well...How do I start this" Miguel seemed to be forming words at his head and you can't help but be surprised, Miguel always projected himself as confident and always know what to say at any given moment but this the first you witness this so you waited as traffic already moves and Miguel started driving again.

"You know what, we're almost to the cafe, let's save it for there"

You wordlessly nodded and once again the ride was silent.

Both finally arrived and as you sat down Miguel asked for what you want, saying that your fine didn't do you any good since Miguel decided to order for you, so you sighed and waited for him while you sat down by a window and admired the setting sun.

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"...So now I got that out of my chest, maybe we can go to this year's prom and laugh about the past? What do you say?"

You knew this was a bad idea

Once both you got your drinks he started apologizing for his actions during high school, but also proceeded to tell you it was due to his parent's pressure on him.

You can't even swallow your drink properly. ""Look....Miguel I... I think it's really best for us to seperate ways and move on, you can't just invite me go prom after saying you made me your personal stress ball for your problems...I-I'm gonna go...But here" You slide him some money

"Thank you for the drink, goodbye Miguel" You stood up without waiting for his answer who only clenched his fist as if forcing himself to stop grabbing your wrist to pull you back to sit down.

You got a taxi and head straight to your dorm and Miguel was left seething.

#atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel x you #spiderman 2099 #tw yancore #tw bullying #tw yandere

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michelleleewise · 1 year

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🌹Her Romeo🌹

Pairing: Avenger Loki x insecure! Female reader

Warnings: anxiety, jealousy, mild arguing, self deprecating thoughts, bottled feelings, bit of steaminess but nothing graphic, Thor being the best, Samantha being a whole warning,

Summary: you try to temper down your suspicions as Loki's rehearsals become more frequent

A/n- graphics by @harlequin-hangout

Part one -- Part two-

You walked down to the common room, looking around seeing Thor sprawled out on the couch watching a show "hey, thor?" You said seeing him lift his head "y/n, how are you?" He asked sitting up "I'm ok, i was wondering of you wanted to join me for lunch?" You asked fidgeting with your fingers "I could never say no to food." He laughed standing up slipping his jacket on "after you ma' lady." He said holding his arm out guiding you first. You walked into the elevator when your phone beeped, pulling it out seeing a text from Loki "I will be going to Samantha's to go over our lines, I will see you when I get home." You didn't respond putting it back in your pocket.

"Are you alright y/n?" Thor asked startling you "y..yeah, im fine." You said looking down "I do not have to be my brother to know that isn't true y/n." He said placing a hand on your shoulder "it's...don't worry about it." You said. The elevator dinged, you quickly rushed out heading to your car, Thor following close behind you. The ride to the Cafe was thankfully silent. You wanted to talk to him, tell him how you were feeling but had no idea where to even begin, so you pushed it back down when your phone beeped again. You parked the car, getting out Thor walked to the door holding it open as you unlocked your phone seeing a notification on your Instagram.

You furrow your eyebrows pushing the app, the picture popping up slapping you in the face as you stared at it. "Y/n, what are..." Thor trailed off glancing over your shoulder seeing what you were seeing. Looking down seeing the caption "my romeo...his juliet." In bold letters splayed across the bottom, Loki's name in italics next to it. Your eyes traveled back up seeing Samantha, her long red hair draped over her shoulder smiling pressing her cheek to Loki's, a large smile making his face light up next to her. "I will get us a table." Thor said walking from behind you. You cleared your throat, turning your phone off you put it in your pocket feeling your eyes burn. "Y/n, over here." You looked up seeing Thor waving at you.

You slid into the booth in front of Thor, clearing your throat you took a sip of water from the glass in front of you "y/n." Thor said when the waiter came over. After placing your order you looked down at the table picking at your nails "i...I don't know what to do." You said quietly "it was only a picture y/n, I don't think..." you cut him off looking up at him "he's been going over to her place every day for weeks, to "work lines". You air quoted "He does get very involved in what he is working on, I don't think he even realizes it." Thor said watching you "and how "involved" was he with his costars?" You asked seeing thor shake his head "it was different then, he was unattached." He explained making you shake your head.

"Y/n, I am certain he loves you, and no one is going to come between that." He said patting your hand "I would suggest you speak to him, tell him how you are feeling." He said. Shaking your head again "I'm annoying enough as it is, I don't want to make him feel bad for doing something he loves." You said sighing "you are not annoying, and I am certain he will understand." He said "trust me, you do not want this to build. It will only make you feel worse." He said. You nodded knowing he was right. "Ok, I'll talk to him tonight." You said seeing him smile "wonderful, now tell me how has work been?" He asked shifting the subject, and honestly your were grateful for it.

You sat on the couch, turning your phone over in your hand seeing it was just past midnight. Your thumb hovered over the button to call him but something inside you made you hesitate. "Your overthinking y/n, he's not doing anything." You scolded yourself setting the phone on the table. You stared at it biting your lip willing it to ring, but nothing happened. You hadn't heard from Loki since the afternoon and you could feel the pit in your stomach growing the longer he remained silent. Your mind couldn't help wander thinking back on the last three weeks. Loki not getting home until late at night, the distance that seemed to be growing between you when you were together, the fact he hadn't touched you intimately in that time made your eyes burn.

You got up walking to the kitchen needing something to distract you. Turning the water on your started to wash the dishes when you head the door open making you freeze. Quickly shutting off the tap you listened into the dark room "yes I made it home." You heard Loki whisper as the door clicked shut. "Yes, I had a nice time as well." He continued making your stomach turn. "Yes, I'll see you tomorrow darling, pleasant dreams." You heard him say when his footsteps came closer to the living room. You turned the water back on trying to forget what you heard "y/n, love what are you doing?" He asked walking into the kitchen. "The dishes." You said quietly continuing your task feeling him come up behind you

"I did not expect you to wait for me love." He said wrapping his arms around your middle. "Who said I was?" You snarked putting a bowl in the drainer when Loki reached up turning the water off. "Hey, I was..." you turned in his arms looking up when his lips crashed into yours. You gasped in surprise, feeling Loki's tongue slip past your lips massaging yours, your fingers digging into the front of his button him when he pushed his hips into yours making you moan into the kiss. "How long has it been..." he trailed off peppering kisses down your neck "since I had you in the kitchen hmm?" He asked nipping your collar bone "aahh...t...too long." You groaned feeling his cock pressing into your stomach.

"Well, I must rectify that." He growled, gripping your thighs he lifted you up setting you on the counter "urgently..." he purred wrapping your legs around his waist. He gripped your thigh, his nails digging into your flesh as his other hand traveled up cupping your breast. You tipped your head back, gasping feeling him suck hard on your pulse point, knowing he would leave a mark as you drug your nails down his back. "L..loki..." you moaned rocking your hips forward into him. "Mmm...darling.." he moaned making your eyes shoot open, the pet name bringing everything back.

"You are so beautiful." He breathed, kissing back up your neck "If I profane with my unworthiest hand, This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this." He whispered into your skin sending a shiver down your spine. "My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand, To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.." he said, pulling back looking at you cupping your cheek. You stared into his eyes, you wouldn't say you were huge into shakespear but you knew. You nudged him back, sliding off the counter signing "did I say something?" He asked as you walked past him. "Didn't you have your fill of that with her?" You snarked walking into the living room.

"What is that supposed to mean?" He asked following you "nothing, I'm going to bed." You said grabbing your phone walking towards the bedroom "no, we need to talk about this." He said sternly when you turned looking at him "you wanna talk? Fine...maybe I don't like being reminded in the little amount of time I've had with you lately of all the time your spending with another woman." You said crossing your arms "love, it's only to rehearse, nothing.." you cut him off "yeah, and that's usually done at the theater...on stage...not at her house." You said glaring at him.

"What do you want me to do? I'll do whatever you ask." He said stepping forward "you prefer she come here?" He asked as you shook your head "tell me and it will be done." He said as you looked back up at him "do whatever you want to Loki, goodnight." You said walking into the bedroom closing the door. You gripped the handle, everything in you wanting to go back out and apologize...to hug him and tell him everything was ok but your mind wouldn't let you. You dropped your hand walking to the bed you climbed in pulling the covers up around your chin. Decided you would talk to him tomorrow.

You grabbed your bag, digging your keys out heading to your car. You wanted to talk to Loki this morning but woke up to and empty bed and him no where to be found. A note left on the counter telling you he would be back this afternoon the only evidence he was there. You sighed jumping in, the engine roaring to life as you maneuvered out of the car park starting home. You knew Thor was right, you knew you needed to sit down and tell Loki how you felt but it was easier said then done. Your mind running a mile a minute as you parked outside your apartment building "just talk to him y/n...he'll listen...he always does." You said to yourself grabbing your bag heading inside.

You unlocked the door, tossing your bag down you walked the small hallway towards the living room "loki, are you here?" You called out when you heard voices coming from Loki's office. You quietly walked towards it, seeing the door slightly ajar when you heard a woman's laugh. Stepping up to the door you held your breath listening "oh Lo...I love spending time with you." She said making you close your eyes "it has been a delightful experience." You heard Loki's voice through the door. "So, when does she usually get home?" She asked making you clench your jaw "I am expecting her anytime now, would you care to stay for dinner?" He asked. "Mmm, I would love that." She practically purred. You took a step back feeling anger spreading through you you went to the bedroom quietly closing the door.

You sat on the bed, pulling your phone out you text Thor "hey, what are you doing tonight?" You typed, biting you lip waiting for him to respond "hello y/n, I have a date this evening, is everything alright?" He typed making huff "yeah, everything is fine." You typed back looking down "are you sure, I can cancel." He responded "no, it's ok. Have fun." You typed setting your phone down when the bedroom door opened "oh Darling, when did you get home? I was waiting for you." Loki said smiling walking in "you seemed pretty entertained to me." You huffed walking to the closet "love talk to me, please. I told Samantha we needed to do our practices here so I can be here with you. I don't know what else you want me to do." He said walking up next to you.

You sighed looking to the floor "nothing Loki, everything is fine. Go be with your guest." You said turning seeing her in the doorway "Hey y/n, nice to see you." She said smiling unnaturally at you "you too." You responded heading towards the bathroom "give me a minute please." He said to her as he closed the bedroom door "love, please." He said turning back to you. You closed your eyes not wanting to do this with her here "Loki, everything is fine. I just have a headache so I'm going to take a bath and get ready for bed." You said grabbing a towel "you are certain you don't want to eat? I can make you something." He said watching you "yeah I'm not really hungry, maybe later." You said offering a small smile hoping he would buy it. "Very well, I will send her on her way and be in soon." He said opening the door "whatever you want Loki." You said closing the bathroom door.

You filled the tub, sinking into the water closing your eyes. You just needed this stupid play to be over and everything will go back to normal...soon.

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1dmonthlyficroundup · 3 months

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— 1D Monthly Fic Roundup —

Hi, and welcome to the 1D Monthly Fic Roundup for January 2024! Below you’ll find 1D fics that were all published this month. We hope you’ll check out these new fics! If you would like to submit your own fic, please check this post on how to submit or visit our blog @1dmonthlyficroundup. You can find all our other posts here.

Happy reading!

＊ Feels Like Snow In September by louisismycat / @liminalkitty369 [E, 75k, Louis/Harry]

A mysterious teenager shows up at Louis' door claiming to be his daughter...with an omega he hasn't seen in 16 years, whom believes their secret love child to be dead.

＊ And I spend my time trying not to feel it (but what would you do if I went to touch you now) by refusethyname / @refusethyname28 [E, 14k, Harry/Louis]

It was now Niall’s turn to spin the bottle and after a swift spin, it landed on Harry. That familiar glimmer Louis had seen in Niall’s eyes before this evening made its appearance once more and Louis knew he was fucked. He wasn’t sure what Niall was planning, but it sure as hell was going to involve him as well as Harry.

“Oh Harry,” Niall grinned, clearly amused, “your challenge tonight is that you have to call your right-hand player ‘daddy’ for the rest of the evening.”

Everyone’s eyes shifted from Harry to Louis and it was then that Louis realised that he was Harry’s right-hand player.

Or the NYE fic that involves a lot of pining, a drinking game and a daddy kink.

– Alternative title: head empty, just vibes (and smut)

＊ tuck a knife with my heart up my sleeve by @louisisworthit/padfootyoudog [G, 2k, Louis/Harry]

“Louis, what are your thoughts?” asks Prince Harry.

It would almost be shocking to be asked a direct question, if the prince did not somehow surprise him daily. Unfortunately, Louis’ mind is blank. He’s been trying not to pay attention, the subject too distasteful and the potential for damage too real for him to ponder for long.

“I have none, my lord,” says Louis. No one dares snicker, for even though Louis is not significant to them, he is significant to the prince, loathe as he is to admit it.

The prince huffs out a laugh. “If only,” he says. Louis suppresses a scowl.

Doncaster loses the war, and Louis is the prize.

＊ catching eyes across the room by @beardyboyzx [NR, 12k, Zayn/Liam]

Zayn is nineteen when he gets his gift. People say that when you get your gift, you can hear the Magic’s voice whisper what it will be to you the morning of your birthday: Zayn has always wondered what Magic sounded like — but most importantly: what will It say to him?

＊ Wish You to Ashes by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28 [E, 6k, Louis/Harry]

There in the middle of the candle triangle on Harry’s dining table, is the source of all Harry’s turmoil. His ex, Louis Tomlinson, in all his glory. Literally.

Louis is sat on his bum looking confused, not a stitch of clothing on him. It takes him a few beats to comprehend what’s going on as well, and when he does he attempts to cover his crotch with his hands.

”Harry?” He glances around the kitchen then. “What the fuck?”

Harry shrugs, a bit helplessly. “I don’t know. I was trying to banish you, not summon you.”

Louis narrows his eyes. “Banish me, really? Very mature Harry.”

(Or the one where witch Harry is heartbroken, and resorts to a risky spell to rid him of his ex. It doesn’t exactly go as planned).

＊ Out of Our Systems: Part 2 by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings [E, 6k, Harry/Louis, Harry/Louis/Zayn]

Louis and Harry opening their relationship sounded like such a mistake. Having sex with Zayn turned out to be one of the greatest decisions that they’ve ever made; so great in fact that they’ve been counting down the days until they can all do it again. But first, a proper date night is in order. Part 2 of Out of Our Systems

＊ I'll make this feel like home by @enchantedlandcoffee [G, 401 words, Louis/Harry]

Louis returns home to his boys for Christmas.

＊ To Find A Love That Feels This Right by @enchantedlandcoffee [G, 1k, Harry/Louis]

When Harry had agreed to attend the Payne's Red Carpet Gala, he had no idea he'd bump into his celebrity crush, or that his celebrity crush was even more attractive in person.

A Christmas Fic filled with laughter, love and light.

＊ A Man's Best Friend by @enchantedlandcoffee [G, 693 words, Louis/Harry]

Clifford pulls the leash out of Louis’ hand and winds up getting caught by a curly haired stranger

＊ and right from the start by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed [T, 13k, Zayn/Liam]

It all started when Zayn ran into Aiden again.

Aiden. Liam hadn’t thought about him in years, if he’s honest. They’d been in highschool together, but that was ages ago, and they’d lost touch, as people do when you go to uni. Last thing Liam heard was that he’d gone off to London to study at ICMP. Liam and Zayn had stayed up North, going to Manchester together.

They’d done everything together, from the moment their mums had introduced them to one another. Liam had been the new neighbour, moving up from Wolverhampton, and Zayn had been all of three years old when he’d declared Liam his best friend. Liam had looked into those hazel eyes, framed by impossibly long eyelashes even then, and felt like he’d come home.

Even now, in their twenties, they still do everything together. They’d finished their degrees at the same time – Zayn the responsible one, making Liam study even when he didn’t feel like it – and had moved down to London together, finding a flat and jobs and building up a social circle that consisted of both Zayn and Liam’s friends.

It’s nice. It’s comfortable. And somehow Liam hadn’t expected it to end.

＊ Shut Your Mouth, Baby by larry_hiatus / @larry-hiatus [E, 3k, Harry/Louis]

While fooling around in a closet at a New Year’s Eve party, Louis can’t seem to keep quiet. All he needs to do is hold off until midnight, when Harry will finally uncover his mouth and let him come at full volume.

＊ Influenced. by zita17 / @louisandtheaquarian , zmmf / @zaynmaliksmiddlefinger [M, 18k+, wip, Louis/Harry]

When Louis Tomlinson goes to bed on New Year's Eve, he is *not* prepared to wake up to a job offer that's layered in more NDAs than he's ever seen courtesy of ZAYN, A-list pop star and Louis’ best friend Liam's celebrity crush. But what is Louis even less prepared for? Zayn's Very! Enthusiastic! Influencer! boyfriend Harry Styles.

When Harry Styles signs on to become Zayn’s fake boyfriend, he's expecting 12 months of good press and a generous paycheck to help launch his hair and skincare line—he wasn't expecting to fall in love at first sight with the man who'll apparently be following Zayn around All. The. Damn. Time. The Entire Year.

A fake dating with a twist, famous/not-famous, enemies to friends to secret lovers au where Larry and Ziam fall in love behind the scenes while Zarry bicker in public.

＊ miles away from seeing you by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove [T, 1k, Louis/Harry]

Harry is in his final year studying marine biology, and is doing an international exchange at the University of Auckland. His boyfriend Louis stays behind in England, but they keep in touch regularly through texts, snapchats, video calls, and more.

This fic is entirely told through images of social media posts and conversations. Image descriptions are available in the second chapter.

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＊ 1D Oneliner Fic Fest // @1d-oneliner-fest // Masterpost

You get one line. The rest is up to you.

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streets-in-paradise · 5 months

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Concealed Fighter - Hector x Wife!Reader/ Achilles x Captive!Reader

Troy (2004) Oneshot

Warnings: Manipulative woman twisting the power dynamics of captivity while her master tries to seduce her.

Summary: Reader is the wife of Hector ( they got married after he returns from Sparta) and she sacrifices herself to protect Briseis. As a captive of the greeks given to Achilles, then stolen by Agamemnon, she takes the only advantage of the situation she has to actively assume a role of destabilizing agent and wreck the enemy from the inside.

However, the life on the greek camp also leaves its effect on her putting the self assumed mission at risk when the persuation tactics turn against her due to the awakening of desire in his original captor. Achilles refuses to fight for the greeks because of her, but if he gets her back he will try anything in his power to convince her of willingly staying with him.

Tags: @thorssweetheart ( I wrote this one for you. It's not completely dark, but I mixed a bit of my tone with yours here.)

Glossary of homeric terms: Atreide - Means son of Atreus, a way to reference either Agamemnon or Menelaus.

Scaean Gate - Name of the main gate of Troy

When your father in law instructed you to follow Briseis for the religious rituals that morning, it was out of the pure intention of helping you adjust to the functions expected of royalty in your cultural context. Freshly made a princess through a blissfull marriage to his eldest son, you were starting to get comfortable in that role and wanted to impress him in order to make your husband proud. His cousin was the high priestess of the family, but that wasn't an excuse excempting you from the obligation of participating in particular occasions that were regarded traditional for any future queen. Desperate times required of commited attention to that sort of thing, but none of you imagined you would reach the bottom of desperation during the very same action.

The prayers were forever silenced with the arrival of the greeks, dreaded moment unleashing the war taking place at the worst possible timing as you were trapped in the middle of a carnage that was also an obscene act of profanity. Despite the quick reaction of the troops, the temple never stood a chance against the enemy. Myrmidon soldiers had slaughtered the priests, only Briseis and you remained alive as shocked observants in a temporal hidding place that you knew won't stand much longer.

You were a princess of Troy, the queen of Hector's future reign, and you had came to that temple under the purpose of acting as such in the first place. To show your subjects you would do anything to protect them, first you had to start saving your family.

Context demmanded you to act quick, so you came up with a risky plan that you explained to Briseis in whispers while cleaning her tears.

" I'll clear the way for you, run and find Hector. Don't waste time turning back, they will get you."

The pragmatical, almost cold sounding way in which you phrased the idea ruined her nerves even more. She didn't want to leave you behind, Briseis would never accept it no matter how logical you were trying to be.

She refused nodding negatively, too afraid to take the risk of speaking.

" Do it, there is no other way. If we stay together, then we are all doomed. There is hope for only one of us, and I rather it will be you." You insisted, attempting to give further reasons to your sacrifice that would make her feel less guilty. " They will pay for this, I promise you. "

You grabbed her arms like a wake up call before continuing.

" Briseis, I'm giving myself willingly because it's the only way to get one of us inside the camp. Do you see what they can do? Traditional means will not be enough to defeat them, someone has to discover how. "

Fear was starting to make your voice tremble as you thought of your city, your family ... your husband.

" Tell Hector, tell him I'm loyal and I'll return to him with the secret to destroy the greeks ... Tell him I love him and I will do whatever it takes to help our cause."

After a brief, emotive farewell she accepted to execute the plan according to your guidance. The distraction turned out successfull, since the soldiers rushed to take you while she sneaked under their noses given all the fuss you were making. The next thing you knew was being tied up alongside piles of stolen gold inside the recently settled tent of who you guessed was one of their captains.

The master didn't make you wait for long, finding you as a surprise of his men for him when he arrived to clean off the traces of the fight in his appearance. Strong first impressions were his thing, he was standing naked in front of you apparently careless for your presence. The spectacle didn't obtain any reaction, even when he asked for your name.

" You will pay for what you did. " Was your bitter reply inconected to the question." Hector will make you regret the day you were born. "

The grim warning made him chuckle.

" I think your prince is afraid of me, he sees there is no hope for Troy if i charge into battle. "

With one simple mock he had made you aware of everything.

" You must be Achilles … Lucky of mine, I'm being handed to the worst of the savages. "

" My well earned prize. " He confirmed while getting dressed, barely tying a long piece of black cloth arround his hips. " It was either me or Ajax, we were the ones winning the battle. I have obtained greater glory, so I got the ríght to keep you. "

" Shouldn't that be a privilege of the higher commander?" You taunted him, questioning in a poisonous tone. " … He is not going to like it."

The provokation hitted in the ríght spot to make him itch.

" Then he should have won the battle by himself. " Was his cocky reply, given while walking towards you. " … You are too precious to be given away. "

You could tell where the talk was leading, it was a complete twist of the provocative intentions into a territory you weren't allowing him to cross.

" The only priestess inside that temple ran away, i'm a married woman. "

The clarification didn't mean much to him.

" An eye for an eye. " He simplified, twirling your hair in his fingertips. " The trojan prince took Helen, so it's fair for me to take you. "

Achilles was dangerously close, sniffing the scent of your locks.

" She left her husband willingly. " You clarified on purpose. " Paris won her favors."

He caressed the side of your cheek while looking for cuts.

" After a while with me you won't want to leave. " He purred seductively, then proceeded to untie you. " … I like your perfume, it seems he pays for the expensive ones. "

" High nobility, my father is a general of Priam. " You bitterly clarified. " … And i'm married to a mighty warlord. "

You would have wanted to brag about that saying loud and clear that you were the wife of Hector. If it wouldn't be so dangerous, you would have seeked to humilliate him showing your love for your man.

" He failed to protect you, maybe he was not the right for you. " He mercilessly teased you, sitting ríght next to you. " What's your name? "

You had to give him an answer, but you were incapable of being honest. The greeks couldn't possibly know already of your marriage. Their access to news was blocked at the time of your wedding, they were planning the war while it happened.

Briseis escaped to tell the story, Hector had to be aware by then so you didn't need the greeks to bring him the news. Keeping your identity as a secret was safer and a good strategy. As a couple, your husband and you would get the upper hand working against them from outside and inside.

You gave him the very first name that occured to you, a female variation of the name of your father.

" Glauce. "

Achilles had his full attention on you, his eyes were roaming your features with interest.

" Well, Glauce. I'll take care of you better than him. Your safety is granted with me. "

It sounded like a promise, you could tell he didn't want you to fear him. Being perceived as a careless monster by you wasn't as satisfying as the fear he awakened in your countrymen.

The first impression played in your favor, he was Interested enough to seek winning your simpathy. There had to be some sort of limit to his brutality and it seemed to play out in his approach to women. Achilles preferred seduction to coercion, trusting in his looks and charm to do the trick. Softer on the surface, he would rather win you over than force himself on a tied up defensless woman.

At least in that, he was a safer bet than many others. Your chances to keep working on the reading of the greek commanders presented that very same day, when your initial guesses turned out to be truth and his promised was challenged.

Agamemnon felt insulted because his rebel soldier ignored him on purpose and didn't even consider him at the time to divide the profits. His heralds came to take you using the advantage of a distraction the king created by himself to keep Achilles away from you at the moment. They were very impressed to find out you were following them willingly.

Not only it was a matter of principles to never show weakness in front of the enemy, but you were also considering the greek King of Kings was a privileged source of information. There was no better tent to infiltrate if what you wanted was to figure out the patterns of the political relationships within the militar fractions of his army. For so, your entrance managed to exceede any expectations. The soldiers taking you there were disconcerted following your arrogant steps.

Behaviorally wise, you looked like a queen that was heading to negotiate instead of a living object being dragged from one place to the other. Agamemnon was slightly dissapointed, probably hoping the guards would have seen themselves forced to mistreat you in front of Achilles to enrage him even more. However, the visual did manage to surprise him. The taunting smirk didn't fade, only changed its target.

" Wonderfull reward … Even in disgrace her majestuosity remains intact. " He commented, praising you in a menacing tone. " … Woman fitting for a king. And since you aren't one, Achilles. I think you are not going to need her. "

It unleashed the killer beast.

In a matter of instants the whole place got surrounded by guards that Agamemnon called as soon as Achilles merely pulled out his sword, what to you was a measure against the feared quickness of his lethal strikes.

You were still smiling to yourself, thinking of how accidentally accurate the words of the mycenaean have been in what concerned you given Hector was the next king of Troy in the line of succession.

The myrmidon claimed so quickly and pridefully that your husband lost you because he wasn't strong enough to protect you, yet he couldn't keep you for one full day. Delightfully humilliating irony, even if the man missing you inside the city remained faceless to him. At that moment Achilles was measuring himself not only with Agamemnon's power, but also with the memory of the man you loved.

He wanted you to watch him murder greeks in cold blood for you, to prove his point of being the superior man that would cross límits no trojan would.

For as much as you would have loved to see enemies being sacrificed at your feet, you were Interested in something better.

Playing with their minds, taking advantage of the situation and subtly lead the discussion while making them feel in control the whole time.

" I've seen you are a gifted killer, they may have the numerical advantage but those men are trembling. " You stopped him, actually walking towards him with the courage the mycenaean soldiers lacked of. " Before you will unleash another carnage, let's revisit the situation. Shall we?"

Agamemnon was amused by your irreverence, mostly because it was being directed towards his polítical rival.

" I come from a militar family, so i'm not ignorant to the codes of war. " You kept talking as if you would be back in Troy discussing with Hector about the resolutions of the city's council. " Spoils of conquest shall be distributed equally among the warlords, but the commander chief has ríght to a bigger share. "

" Precisely what I'm reclaiming. " The mycenaean agreed. " I'm in command here. "

Unimpressed by the statement, you were ready to throw the web.

" … Considering Achilles has beheaded a monumental golden statue of Apollo. How can you both be so convinced i'm the biggest share of the treasure? You can buy at least fifteen women for that statue only. I have to admit it's flattering, your altercate implies i'm either worth for fifteen women or you greeks are terrible traders. "

The rational observation embarrased them. Achilles had putted down his sword and Agamemnon didn't have enough recovered honor to point it out.

" It's simbolical value. " He attempted to come up with a quick answer for what trully was nothing more than a battle of egos. " You are the first enemy woman in our power, captive of a war started by my brother's wife. "

" If she wouldn't have jumped on board, you would have instructed servants to charge spartan reliques in that ship so you could frame us and invade anyways. " Was your fearless comeback. " Maybe your provincial soldiers believe that, but trojans know you well. "

If they wouldn't know better, they would have feared the goddess of wisedown transfigurated in a slave was lecturing their behavior.

" Theorically, once you finish arguing over who is meant to own me the winner can do whatever he wants with me. The problem is what you should do in order to serve best your personal interest. Achilles is willing to slaugther your men to save me from you. Can you afford that, King of Kings? "

Agamemnon was frankly shocked, not even his royal advisors would have been so direct.

" Who are you? "

" That's not important, what matters here is that i'm aware of what you both want from me and why you won't get it." You cleverly deviated. "For instance, you want to force yourself on me to give your rebel soldier a lesson. I see it in your eyes, sense it in your voice. He made you feel powerless watching the beach battle from afar, so now you are taking me as payback. Fortunately, that's going to take you nowhere. "

Going back to the warrior like a caged beast pacing from one point to the other, you challenged him with the same ferocity.

" As it could be said of your attempts to present yourself as my savior. " You concluded for him. " Legends fail to acknowledge Achilles as a protector of helpless women and it's not hard to wonder why. You aren't acting out of the kindness of your heart, what you want is to keep me reliant on you in order to win my trust so I will eventually give in. "

At that point, despite it would have been wiser to keep silence, no one could have stopped you.

" Keep the sword down, i'm not spreading my legs for this. I despise you and that won't change simply because you are the less of two evils standing in front your pig of a king. "

The comparison had affected him as much as the self perceived unfair claims.

" He is not my king … and i'm not who you think I am. "

" Prove it. " You insisted. " Untill then, you are just the same to me. "

The provocation worked better than you could have expected, discovering there that what Achilles hated the most was being compared to Agamemnon. It carved over the fresh wound of the anger he was already feeling about the desestimation of his efforts in the war.

A fierce lion had turned into a meowing kitten when the master he reluctantly followed took away his slave, humilliation you wished you could have shared with your people as perfect payment for the destruction of the temple. From then, his efforts were focused on showing the greeks that he wouldn't accept being controlled while proving to you that he was the better man. The special weapon of the enemy had opted for inaction as a form of protest, refusing to fight untill Agamemnon would come back crawling expecting he would beg to him ... expecting to get you back.

Coldess of mind was your best weapon against them, their fates were already on your hands. Agamemnon was too haunted by the warning you made him to actively seek to fullfill the full punishment, since Achilles was being completely serious about his thirst for revenge and for having you. The little glimpses of yourself he managed to figure out from your brief talk and the interventions you have made in their fight weren't enough, his interest only had escalated since then.

Without him, greeks lost, and they lost badly. Hector deprived them of two leaders during the course of the same battle, one of them being the husband of Helen whose cause gathered everyone. They were running out of excuses, starting to point fingers at each other attributing blames where those didn't necesarily belong. On his part, Agamemnon saw the warning you have made him the day before becoming real and sensed something almost supernatural in it. Of course, he was completely unaware that the crushing lost was a result of his own stubborness and the team work of the heir couple of the trojan throne.

Even trojans themselves weren't completely aware that Hector and you could sometimes become your own separated fraction operating underneath the obstacles presented by the local politics. No matter what the council presided by his father would dictaminate, you would allways have his back to do what you knew was right. Even while being so far away from each other, the combination of your strikes was making the greeks bleed despite you haven't had any ocassion of discussing the course of action. You knew each other too well, in a fair world you would have been designing strategies with him in front of the army and not against their backs.

Hidding your adoration while overhearing the feats of your husband as you poured wine for the kings was your main challenge during that post battle night among the greeks. They were already discussing rendition, all thanks to the fear that he inspired. It was clear that you would have to handle yourself finding a scape way if that would happen, but you were amazed seeing your goal at the verge of fullfillment. Agamemnon recklessly kept you there as a symbol of the only victory they had achieved, showing you off to the commanders in an attempt to tempt them to stay exciting their greed. He presented you as a promise of future wealthness, if they would pass the hardships every chief would have one like you.

Odysseus was completely careless for that and trying to make the myceanean come to his senses was hard even for his audacious mind. At that hour of the night, only him and Nestor remained in the Atreide's tent and only one particular moment during his long callout catched your attention.

" Hector is ONE man ... Look at what he did to us today! "

You were forced to hide your flusterred smile full of pride for your man and you did through a humble gesture bowing the head.

They kept arguing for a while, two against the stubborness of one.

" Even if I could make peace with Achilles, the man won't listen to me! " Agamemnon reminded them with frustration, the wine you were serving him non stop starting to hit him. " He is as likely to SPEAR ME as to SPEAK TO ME! "

You chuckled briefly and Nestor noticed it while awaiting or Odysseus' resolution.

" ... I will talk to him. "

Once that part got resolved, the old king reminded them of you.

" He will want her back."

The mention gave you a proper space for according intromission.

" I will pack my things ... I mean, just the blue dress I was wearing when you kidnapped me. " You mordaciously commented. " Can I change back into it or your plan is to send me looking like this hoping I would have the kindness of whoring myself to save you? "

The taunting ask pointed at the uncomfortable suggestive dressing the king forced you to wear for his visits.

" I haven't touched her! " Agamemnon excused himself to his friends. " Take her back to him or I will give her to the men, the whore is cursed and I will not take the risk. "

He refused to explain further, but you did for him.

" His brother made a curious joke last night when we meet. He said that it would be his right to go first because he was the one that trojans had ofended, now he is dead ... And how about Ajax? He was the second in line who could have got me as reward, if the glory of Achilles wouldn't have outshined him. I think Apollo is using me to pick the victims of Hector, maybe desecrating the temple of a god we both worship wasn't a brilliant idea after all. "

The macabre warnings upsetted the myceanean king.

" Take her now, Odysseus. If he wants her still, she is all his. "

The king of Ithaca didn't wait any longer, instructing you to only pick up your dress and put on a cloak he handled you in order to comfortably follow him to the tents of the myrmidons.

As soon as you were out of sight the tries on guessing you began.

"These are not virgin robes. " He cassually commented about the clothes you were carrying. " It means you are not a priestess, so what were you doing that morning in the temple? "

" Pouring thracian wine to the priests. " You sarcastically mocked him. " Isn't a bit obvious I was witnessing a religious ceremony? "

" Obligation of female royals in times of war, women are commaned to pray while the men prepare to fight. " He quickly replicated. " Wives of royalty preach with the example. "

You stopped walking right away.

" What has given me away? "

" Your smile, the way your eyes shine with pride when we talk of Hector. It's true that any trojan gets excited hearing of him, but you don't look like one more of the people who worships him as the city's hero. " He began to explain you. " The eyes of Penelope shine the same way when I tell her my stories after coming back home from a long journey. "

The melancholic husband couldn't be forgiving you out of the kindness of his heart and a mere parallel with his wife.

" Why aren't you warning them? "

" Because I know Agamemnon wouldn't have agreed to return you and right now, all we need is to have Achilles back." Was his simple reason. " If you want my honest advice, girl? Your husband should have came with a ransom by now. He hasn't, and to me it feels he is letting you go because he can't stand the shame. Even if he does love you and would rather have you by his side, the city may have resolved it that way. The heir prince, the bastion of Troy ... he can't come back home with a marked woman. "

He was good, doing an excellent job at sowing doubts.

" Your stance here has stained you, people would look at you wondering how many greek generals had laid their hands on you. Even when we know that no one has touched you, they will never believe it back in Troy and Priam's dinasty is in crisis. It would be easier and politically safer for him to arrange a new marriage for Hector."

" The same king that's sending him to fight so Paris can keep his wife won't do that to me. " You snarked back, clinging to what were your certainties. " They may be religious hypocrites, but I know my people better than you. "

" Adjust to your new life, princess. " He grimly warned you. " The prince may never come to save you and the myrmidons could use a clever girl keeping their hot headed mess of a leader grounded. "

You spat on the ground, right at the side of his feet.

" He will rot in his tent and Hector will set your ships on fire to rescue me. "

A young lad gave you the welcome, warning your master of the arrival.

Achilles smiled at you, but responded to Odysseus with the same carelessness he had dedicated to Agamemnon days before.

" Whatever you have to say can wait untill the morning." He told him in a cold tone. " I want to speak with her ... alone. "

Not wanting to make a fuss that could ruin the mission, the ithacan king acceded to his demmand.

" Understandable, I will be ouside with Patroclus so the walk won't be in vain. " He mocked him. "I could use a drink now, and hear some positivity. The last time I was in Phtia I have seen your cousin is great at that. "

The young man chuckled and accompanied him outside, presumably for a chat arround the campfire of the night watchers. Before they left, Achilles ordered him dinner would be served to you and he called two other myrmidons to arrange it.

You didn't seem mistreated and that was encouraging for him, so he gesturally invited you to sit in front of him and served you by himself.

" Eat."

" Mind to tell me the reason for this? " You cutted off his attempt of soft approach. " Agamemnon didn't touch me, I think it's fair to say he is slightly afraid of me. You don't have wounds to tend, no need to fake kindness."

" I'm just trying to be a decent host." Was his vague reply. " You are my guest tonight."

" Odysseus was your guest, and you had kicked him out. I'm your prisoner. " You reminded him. " I had enough of your games, Achilles."

" Such a shame, I'm very into yours. " He teased you. " What do you think of all of this? One day has passed and they already brought you back to me. I'm feeling destiny playing a move here. "

You began to eat so you wouldn't have to reply him right away.

" Why do you care ? I'm a nobody. "

" You are not under the orders of Agamemnon, you are the onlyone besides from me with the courage to stand up against him. "

The facts were conveniently twisted and you knew of that.

" I also stood up to you. "

" And i don't forget that. " He corrected you. " ... Trust me, I had plenty of time alone to think about you."

The provocation was not going to disarm you.

" I believe it shows how desperate they are, and that you would be a fool if you stop now. The mycenaean king is not at your feet yet, he stil sends heralds to make his apologies. Make them wait some more, it will give us time to get to know each other."

He smirked and you couldn't tell which part of the answer made it.

" You are good, diligent little snake. It almost makes me want to take the advice just to see how far you can go to keep me away from your husband. "

He offered you a goblet to drink, making it reach your mouth with the movement of his hand so he could have an excuse to stare at your lips during the first sip.

" Why trying so hard? Have you considered he could be dead by now? "

" He is the kind of man you find once in a lifetime, I would remain loyal to him even after death simply because he worths it. " You explained him. " I don't expect you to understand it, your world is seducing war captives. Maybe you have never thought of that, having a wife to love for the rest of your life. Form a family, somewhere to belong in."

Your blow hitted, even when he won't admit it and opted for strike another one.

" Is he alone with the children now? "

" We didn't get time for that, he was part of the crew that travelled to Sparta and we got married once he came back." You vaguely admitted, being carefull of not giving any revealing clue. " It was the happiest moment of my life, even despite we knew what was coming. The city was cheerfull for a while right before all of this got to happen, our wedding party was the last time. "

For an instant he took the effort of imagining you on your wedding dress heading inside the temple of Hera. He had no idea of how trojan weddings were like, neither knew their fashion trends for brides, so he pictured it the greek way.

Lucky of the man that got to experience that. To remove your veil and find a smiling face at the other side, to kiss your lips ... To find you laying naked on the thalamus knowing you were waiting for him after the maidens holding torches guided you inside to be beautified for him. Asian scents flooding the air, your body of trembling virgin craving to be explored.

" I have been in Sparta, if he was a guest of Menelaus let me tell you that he cheated on you. " He interrupted you out of spite. " The hipocrite that reclaimed his cheater wife actually encourages it on the men visiting him and the dancers of his palace perform amatory wonders. "

A challenging smirk showed how little you cared for his disruptive opinion.

" My man is not like that. He would NEVER cheat on me. "

He chuckled with skepticism and you wished you could have smacked him.

" How sweet! You really are convinced he is different. "

It enerved you to the core.

" You don't know him like i do."

He was enjoying your rage, even when directed against him.

" You don't know Sparta like I do. "

You wanted to him to spite him for real.

" My husband is a hundred times the man you will never be. "

The peak of the altercate was something you wouldn't expected he would dare to say.

" Your husband will never touch you like i would."

Angry as you were, you lost control and slapped him. Fear of his reaction made you back off inmediately: it was the first moment of weakness he had ever witnessed from you.

" You are fierce, I like that. " He commented, careless for the hit. " Was he really that good? Or is it just that you can't compare? "

" You will never compare to him. " Was your quick comeback. " From no point of observation, he is simply the best. "

Even when he didn't know who the mysterious man was, he already hated him. Achilles was genuinely jealous of your love for him, he would have killed for someone like that.

To calm the hostile enviroment he decided to torture himself making you talk more.

" Really? Tell me about him … How did you meet? "

" Our parents are best friends, so we have known each other for a lifetime." You began to narrate. " I think I realized I had a crush on him when I was ten and it followed me all my life. As a young lass I used to believe I could never be the one, wasted so many years thinking he could only want me as a friend. He would never make a move, thinking that was not what I desired for the same reason and we kept each other single untill an unreasonable age. Then, a suitor with great chances of success came to the city soliciting to marry me and the situation forced us to be honest with our feelings. He came to my home with a huge treasure as dowry, told me he couldn't live without me, and kissed me in front of everyone. If you would know him, you would understand that was a huge gesture coming from him. He is a private man in terms of affection displays … "

" The term you are looking for is repressed. " Achilles mocked you. " Why making you wait for so long? "

" These are dangerous political times we are living in and you greeks aren't our only enemies. " You corrected him. " He was always fighting, life was too bussy to think of romance. "

" … And it seems like that hasn't changed. " He added before taking a long sip of his wine, then keep questioning. " How do you deal with it? How would you receive him when he just came back from battle? "

It was a strange ask,but for once you didn't mind indulging him.

" With a warm bath and all my love … Although I must clarify we haven't live wartimes as a married couple yet, since you kidnapped me at the start of one. If I was back in Troy with him, as I desire, that's what I would do. "

There was no intention of playing with him, you were telling the truth because you were starting to feel comfortable and he realized of that.

It only made him more envíous.

" Lovely, so lovely. " He whispered, talking to you but sounding as if he was talking to himself. " My tent isn't as big as Agamemnon's, so you must be aware your only option tonight is sleeping by my side. Why don't you start by taking off that ugly cloak, now that we are more relaxed ? "

If that was what he wanted, you were going to give him a taste of his own poison.

" I must warn you: the old pig dressed me to his taste. " You answered as you stood up to remove the long cloth. " What do you think? Do I look like one of those girls you claim my husband has cheated with prior to the wedding? "

Achilles watched you in silence for an instant.

" Way better. " He concluded, then gifted you a smirk.

You were ready to hear whatever lustfull comment that would occure to him, but that wasn't what he ended up delivering.

" I don't want a concubine, I want that trojan's wife. She sounds wonderfull, and looks wonderfull in her cute blue dress. "

Surprisingly sweet, it trully caught you out of guard.

" You are out of your mind, or have drank too much and it got to your head. In either case, you need to rest so the morning will bring you clarity of thought. "

His teasing became a bit childish.

" Come with me … "

You couldn't take him seriously.

" Let me interrupt your little fantasy: i still love my husband and you are keeping me prisoner. "

" Not if i make you want to stay. " He replicated ríght away. " Paris got Helen to leave hers and their kingdom for him. "

You couldn't believe your ears. Was he really that much starved for affection? The greatest warrior of the greeks was a lonely man, a living weapon.

" That's never going to happen between us. "

After you concluded the meal he gave you proper space to change your clothes in privacy, courtesy that satisfied you given what was about to come. Once he settled the furrs on the ground to make the closest thing to a bed available in the camp, he picked a blanket and invited you to get confortable first. In the meantime, he took off his footwear and upper garments in front of you. The spectacle made you turn over to the opposite side, deviating your eyes from him completely, but that simple act of resistance didn't mean much compared with what he was about to do.

Achilles grabbed you from behind, trapping you in an embrace too íntimate for your taste. His strong arm was rou nding your waist, initially ríght under your chest. You were perfectly able to feel his firm muscles in contact with your back and the hand keeping you secure in the position he wanted started tracing your curves.

You wanted to yelp, but it was pointless. What else could you do? You were his slave, and sleeping anywhere else in the camp was even riskier.

Maybe other man finding you wouldn't be as sweet as him. Peraphs you would encounter a beast forcing you to fight for your honor.

" So beautifull. " He whispered close to your ear. " Feels really good to me … How are you feeling? "

" Strange. " You confessed. " It just doesn't feel ríght. "

" It doesn't have to. " He teased you. " It just has to feel good. "

He began to kiss the side of your neck, but kept stumbling with your cold reactions. To him it was all performance, you were holding back to feel a faithful wife for a man that from then would be just a memory because you would most likely never see him again.

" You are mine now … " He reminded you in a husky tone. " Stop pretending, I know you feel good. No need to hide it. "

You weren't giving in, but he was willing to take the challenge. Distracted as he was with you, he kept the refusal to fight still on given that his pride wasn't completely avenged and that was at least hopefull result of your sacrifice. Every single night he would try to tempt you, but you remained strong deviating the seduction tactics into night talks with no sort of filter on both sides. He would ask you all kinds of innapropiate questions, but in response he would have to tell you more about him than what he could afford to tell any enemy.

The mission became harder and harder to mantain over the course of the days. You were happy to be serving your country but wondering if the cost was actually worthy. Achilles seemed determinated to keep you, he wanted to destroy your marriage and there were moments when you wondered if he haven't already done it.

Would the love of your life want you back, knowing you were forced to share the bed of the enemy? Even if your strong resistance kept things away of sexual territory, you had to stand his caressing, his kissing … and sometimes you weren't completely disgusted by it.

It was confusing, you were the one playing with a man who fooloshly believed to have power over you, but you also felt played by the situation. Staying focused was hard when everything seemed to point out Odysseus was in the ríght. There were no signs of your people, of your husband, wanting to reach you. Could have he forgot you? Have the city gave up on you?

One particularly long night you were sitting on the shore watching the sea and the fear became so strong that you began to sob uncontrollably. Achilles wasn't coming for you yet, since in his tent more embassors of Agamemnon were trying to convince him of returning to the battlefield.

Suddenly, a myrmidon in full armor sat beside you. The helmet was on, so you couldn't see his face, but you guessed he was one of the guards of the night shift.

" Beautifull night, isn't it? " He said in a familiar voice. " Perfect for a sneakout … "

You couldn't believe your ears.

" Paris? " You questioned in whispers soft enough to not be heard by anyone else, but showing clear excitement. " How did you got here? Brother, you can't fight even to save your life. Is a miracle you are still alive. "

" I may be a terrible fighter, but i'm a master in the art of sneaking into the most unbelievable places. " He explained you. " Glaucus is so desperate that he didn't present objections to the plan, your father trully adores you. "

You wanted to hug him, but that would have been too suspicious.

" You are insane! What if they discover you? "

" I have that covered. I'm trying to redeem myself at the eyes of our people, but if the worst happens i'm going to do what i know best: cry to my brother for salvation. "

A hopefull smile made your sadness fade.

" Hector, … Is he with you? "

" Of course he is! Who else would have faith in my stupid plans?" Paris mocked himself. " He loves you soo much. He has been loosing his mind since the first day without you, but presenting a ransom to the greeks was a risk. From the moment they would be aware you are his wife, it would be over. They would have refused to return you and submitted you to all kinds of humilliations. No, with them you always have to do things by force. "

He made you chuckle.

" Any idea of how are we going to escape? "

" Working on it, just act natural and follow me. "

Your heart beated fast the whole way, since you were the one guiding Paris using your greater knowledge of the camp's structure. The myrmidons were ubicated at one extreme, what made things somewhat easier, as the naturalization of your presence there did.

A man in a mycenaean armor awaited for you, his eyes were giving him away.

" Don't, not yet. " Hector warned you, since he could read your uncontrollable excitement to the sight of him. " Danger hasn't passed. Proper welcomes should be postponed untill we are safe. "

You still dared to express a bit of your lovefull gratitude.

" I knew it! I knew you would come, I never wanted to stop believing! "

" Have they tried to convince you of that? " He wondered out loud. " I knew it had to be you causing division among them since the very first time the myrmidons didn't show up and I couldn't be prouder. "

Passing through the Scaean Gate was living again, you were at home. As soon as the walls were sheltering you Hector held you in his arms and kissed you untill both of you were feeling breathless. The wonderfull moment felt to you like a renewal of your vows, he had the same surprising lack of decorum he showed the day he asked for your hand. Instead of your happyly shocked family, his brother and some trojan soldiers were the ones left to witness it.

He would never stop amazing you, the insightfull understanding of what you have gone through that your husband was showing since your first instants of rencounter made you love him even more. Hector new that you didn't want to present yourself to your parents looking and feeling like a captive, they wanted their daughter back and you wanted to be her again.

Before presenting yourself in public, you needed to feel like yourself. To get back the identity your captors tried to strip you from. It was most likely that the citizens would overwhelm you with questions, the militar council wanting to extract every single drop of information about the greek camp that you had adquired and all of that was very important, but he cared about you the most.

Putting the princess and the spy aside, he wanted to trully reunite with his wife and help her heal before the weight of the city would fall upon her. Some of the servants of your household were awakened for the ocassion and they welcomed you quietly under the prince's recommedation of not disturbing you. They helped Hector out of what was left of his disguise and he returned to his cassual wearing for home.

Once he looked like your husband again, he turned back to face you with an adorable smile.

" Welcome home, my love. For the sacrifice you have endured it is my wish to make of what's left from this night a moment to comfort you in any and every way you desire. If you don't want to talk about the horrors, I'm willing to wait. "

" I want a bath, I stink of sand and greeks. " You joked to attenuate the tone of he conversation. " Is this how you feel after fighting? "

He chuckled a bit, taking your light talk as a good sign.

" You were a concealed fighter, peraphs the most important fighter in this war. " He lovefully praised you. " It takes courage and a great speed for decision making to come up with such insane attack strategy. You cleverly realized there was no chance for two women to get away from the temple and offered yourself to save my cousin. When we found her, she repeated me the last words you told her. Your wisedown surpasses our war council, you knew from the beggining what I'm trying to make them understand. "

" Well, I knew that as a slave girl I was going to get underestimated, but it worked even better than what I guessed. Greeks are surprisingly trustfull of their war prizes or think themselves too high for vengeances to reach them " You humbly admitted. " In me they saw an object to move from one point to the other, but never suspected they could be touring a spy arround. I poured wine for the kings while they were discussing their plans, Agamemnon found no danger in that because he considered me to be merely decorative. "

" Sounds like the riskier war feat I have ever heard of. " He added, then caressed your cheeks as he inspected your face for any signs of damage. " It seems like they trully thought they were going to enjoy of my wife's beauty for long. I can tell they were carefull. "

" They were too bussy fighting each other over who was going to keep me to ask me important questions of any kind. " You revelaed him with amusement. " Only Odysseus discovered it, but he got there too late. Achilles was already eating out of my palm."

The confession surprised him.

" Meaning you have targeted him all this time? "

" He is rabidly jealous of you." You confessed, teasing him. " I discovered that the main obstacle of Agamemnon is his fail to make him act according to his goals. His attempts to manipulate him are rational, but Achilles can only be persuaded irrationaly. "

The start of your tale wasn't worrying him the way you feared.

" Nothing really happened between us. " You rushed to clarify, since he wasn't asking. " He wanted it to happen, but i made him very aware that my husband was in my mind and heart the whole time. "

Your desperation for proving yourself to him was heartwrecking, he could tell you were so full of guilt over a situation that wasn't trully in your control. Even if you played to be, the course of action was limited to the grey zones where the control of men was weaker.

" You were loyal to my vision to the last consequencies, despite you had no guarantee of safety. " He cutted you off. " Many of the men I command claim that they would die for me, but what you did goes beyond their will of sacrifice. This is the greatest proof of love to me and to Troy. "

Tears were falling down your cheeks and he instinctively held you in his arms, as if he feared you would wreck if he didn't.

" What you did to survive is not of my concern, you are here with me now. " He reassured you, making you smile. " But if someone got to hurt you, the bastard responsible for that damage won't see the sun again."

" I think i never saw you making threats like that. " You sweetly mocked him. " It's flattering, but turns out you have been protecting me against it from afar. The two greek leaders you slaughtered a few days back ? Ajax was the second in the line of possible adquisitors for me, Menelaus threatened with taking me to satisfy his hurted honor and died the next day. "

The strange coincidence amazed him.

" I'm always with you, even if this crazy world we live in takes us apart. "

#troy 2004 #troy #troy fanfiction #hector of troy #achilles #hector x reader #achilles x reader #eric bana #brad pitt #eric bana x reader #brad pitt x reader

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mariasabanahabanabana · 1 year

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Wait... what?

Pairing: Joel Miller x Tess Servopoulos x Adopted!Daughter!Reader x Ellie Williams.

Summary: Your innocence and naivety almost ended up getting you and Ellie into serious trouble.

A/N: I know I've said it before, but, not all of my fics will follow the chronological order of the story, nor will they be as faithful to their origins, I mean, in certain aspects, but not all of them.

Warnings: Slight mention of topics such as stalking, farting, and kidnapping… (Don't worry, I won't go into them too much).

Spanish version available here

If there was something that kept surprising and at the same time disappointing (in an ironic way) both you and Ellie, it was the fact that despite being at the end of the hell of the world, schools still existed, it was mandatory to attend them, homework was still as or worse complicated and of course, taking classes that probably wouldn't help you at all, well, this would depend on what you would do in the future if there was one, to begin with.

A thought that deep inside Joel, as well as Tess, Tommy, Maria, or Marlene supported, but that none of them dared to admit out loud so as not to discourage you. With the exception of Tommy, who once when you called him for help with your trigonometry homework scoffed at the usefulness of the assignment. "I'll tell you something kiddo, in all this time I've been surviving the damn apocalypse I have never used tangents or anything like that and if I'm honest, I don't know how knowing that could help me defend myself against a clicker, anyway, where were we at?"

Yeah, maybe after that Joel "forbade" you girls from asking his younger brother for help with Homework.

Anyway, today was their first day of classes and both you and Ellie couldn't find yourselves more terrified and at the same time fascinated by the subjects to be studied in the following months.

Luckily for you, your classes were over, and possibly Ellie's too, you didn't have too much homework, and with the minimal homework that came to you or became complicated, you could help each other, although, thinking better of it, you couldn't. Since you and Ellie were not good at the practical part of the science, the best thing to do would be to go to Marlene or Tess.

Bored of waiting alone and standing in the middle of the hallway for Ellie, your friend and non-biology sister, you decided to go out to distract yourself for a while, a situation that would not be a problem given your extreme curiosity, naivety, which sometimes led you to peculiar situations, not to say problematic, just like right now.

When Ellie finally got out of her last class, the first thing she did was to look for you, not finding you in the library or in the cafeteria, she assumed you would be in the garden at the entrance, and so it was. There you were, standing there talking with a couple that clearly was twice your age, something that Ellie found strange at the time since the social circle of both was similar, simply put, and judging by how well she had known you, she knew that you were an orphan of parents and probably of a family as well. For all these reasons Ellie was surprised to see you talking so animatedly with those strangers.

As she got closer, something inside her told her that they were in danger and that they should get away from there and them now.

"Hey (Y/N), 'til I find you, Joel just called me and said not to be late, as we're on patrol today and making dinner." In a subtle and casual manner, she puts her arm around your arm in an attempt to get you to walk.

"What? Again? But we had to cook at this weekend… That old grumpy bastard".

"Yeah well, you know how old man is… we'd better hurry up." As Ellie said this, she could see the way that old couple was staring at you. It was a bit awkward and uncomfortable.

"'Kay…" You turned to your "new friends." "It was nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Weinsptein… I hope you manage to find your puppy…"

Before you could even take the first step, suddenly your hand was grabbed by The Husband, stopping you abruptly. "Don't you girls like us to take you home?

"Oh really? that would be fantastic…" Before you could even respond Ellie interrupted you.

"Don't worry, we'll be fine, besides our father is coming for us…"

Confused by your friend's recent attitude and words, you looked at her with a raised eyebrow, since Joel wasn't the kind of person who usually picked you up or dropped you off at school.

"Actually, I think he just got here… but thanks…" Without looking back, Ellie pulled you towards her, causing the old man's grip on your hands to loosen.

Even though you were far away from that couple and probably halfway back home, Ellie never let go of your hand, it was not a grip like the previous one that the man had given you, this was a soft, delicate touch, one that gave you a sense of confidence and security.

"So… How was your first day? Joel asked.

Again, Joel was not the kind of person who used to take too much interest in the lives of others, but as time went by his heart softened and opened up to the two of you.

"Oh it was definitely a day we won't forget" you replied with a smile as you took a bite of your food.

"And that? That bad was it?" Now it was Tess who was interested in the course of the conversation and your day.

"Not at all…or well, not as such since we're almost adopted."

"What." A dismayed Joel and Tees asked in unison, to which Ellie immediately corrected you.

"Actually we're almost kidnapped."

"Oh, okay…and how about the homew…? Wait, how?" For the second time in record time, Joel and Tess's reaction was once again simultaneous, the only difference being that Tess was half a mouthful of meat.

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xxlady-lunaxx · 4 months

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Closet love | {RenGiyuu}

Theme: Fluff!

"Listen. If you two are going to continue being clueless, go in the closet and fucking figure things out!" Shinobu said, her hands on her hips as she looked upon the two Hashira. "You both are still unfit to go on missions so as long as you have time to kill, might as well make a move, understood?"

Kyojuro and Giyuu stared at her. No, no they didn't understand.

She sighed. "You two will be the death of me. Fine, I'll give you a prompt. Both of you—stand up," she ordered.

They stood.

"Follow me."

She stalked off to one of the guest rooms and opened the door, raising her eyebrows. "Go in," she told them.

They walked hesitantly inside.

"Alright, I'll trust you'll use whatever you trained your night vision for the two of you to be able to see. Now, I'm going to keep you two closed in here for some time for you to figure things out," she said, tapping her foot impatiently on the floor.

"Figure out what?" Kyojuro asked curiously, finally speaking up.

Shinobu gave him an irritated look and slammed the door shut, locking it quickly from the outside. "I won't forget about you two so don't try breaking the door down. There's a pocket watch in there somewhere so if you find it, use that. If I don't come back by midnight then I probably did forget abut you," she said, walking to the door.

Kyojuro whined and Giyuu stayed quiet, his eyes trying to focus in the dark.

"What about the prompt you said about?" the Flame Hashira asked as Shinobu could be heard opening the door to go out the room.

"Right! What word starts with an L, ends with an E and is an emotion or feeling you two feel for each other? Four letters in total, should be easy, get it over with," she said, leaving.

"Wha-" Kyojuro started, but he heard the door click shut. "Sorry, Tomioka," he apologized after a minute of silence.

"Mm," Giyuu hummed, his eyes closed.

They sat in uncomfortable positions against the walls, trying to stay furthest they could from one another.

"It's... a tight space, no?" he commented, waiting for any sort of response from the raven—though he got very little.

"Mhm."

"Can you see yet? I can't really, there's not light coming from under the door so it's a lot harder for me when there isn't any obvious source of light helping me see," Kyojuro said, shifting slightly.

Giyuu opened his eyes, met with a dim outline of Kyojuro and the space around them. "I can see a bit," he said.

Surprised, Kyojuro laughed. "That's the most of you've said to me in a while. Five words!"

"I prefer to be silent," Giyuu remarked.

"I've noticed! Should I stay quiet?"

"I admire your talkativeness. You may continue," he said, his voice holding a light quiver in it. Some sort of nervousness.

Kyojuro beamed, his smile so bright it probably could've provided them light if not for Giyuu closing his eyes again. "Thank you, Tomioka! What do you think Kocho meant? About the L and E and uh... I forget!"

"Do you forget things easily?" Giyuu asked, opening his eyes a bit.

"Not particularily! I suppose I was paying attention to you more so than her words and it slipped my mind!!" the fiery Hashira said thoughtfully.

"Ah."

"Say, Tomioka, she said we both feel this way about each other! Do you know what it is?" he asked, completely from curiousity—he had no idea what Shinobu had meant somehow.

Giyuu had... unfortunately, as he told himself, understood what she'd meant. "...No," he lied.

"You hesitated!" Kyojuro pointed out.

"I didn't!" Giyuu said defiantly, sounding so childish that Kyojuro laughed again. "What?"

"Nothing, nothing! She said we had to 'figure it out' to get out, so we should try to, right?" he asked, changing the subject.

"Mm."

"Okay! What starts with an L... and ends with an E?" Kyojuro thought aloud, tapping his chin in a comical manner. "Hm! L....Lane?" he said, confused. "No, she said it was a feeling, right? Lonely? No, that doesn't end with an E. Hm..."

Although Giyuu was quite lonely often, he thought to himself. At least he appeared lonely.

"Are you lonely often, Tomioka?" Kyojuro asked, forgetting that he probably shouldn't ask that.

"What?..."

Yes, he probably should not have. But it was too late to take back the words. "Are you lonely?"

Giyuu was quite for a moment and Kyojuro was about to offer to change the subject when he said, "Sometimes."

"Awhh, why don't you go hang out with me?" Kyojuro said.

"Because I prefer to be alone."

"But then you'll be lonely!"

"I said sometimes."

"But... Tomioka?" he said, having a sudden thought.

"Hm?"

"Are you just bad at socilizing?"

Giyuu paused. "Oh."

"Oh? What does that mean?"

"Uhm..." he stuttered, shifting on his spot on the floor. Fuck.

"Should we change the subject?" Kyojuro offered, not really minding the way they skipped around.

"Yes. I'd... appreciate it," Giyuu said.

"Okay! I'm going to move a bit, okay? I'm a little uncomfortable," Kyojuro said, moving around.

"You are? Should I stand?" he asked, wanting to move around a bit anyways.

"It's okay!" Kyojuro said, but Giyuu had already started to stand.

Due to the lack of light, Kyojuro didn't realize this fast enough and his chin went crashing against Giyuu's head. The stumbled backwards against the walls, their legs somehow ending up tangled together in all the confusion.

"Ahhh... sorry," Kyojuro apologized when they finally stopped moving, though they were as uncomfortable as ever, their legs entwined together and their backs pressed against the wall.

"It's... fine." No, no it wasn't. Giyuu was flushed at their physical contact, never having been so close to someone like this in a long time. He was suddenly grateful for the darkness and he shut his eyes tightly, trying to breathe out the red hue framing his cheeks.

"Ehm... how do we move out of this position?" Kyojuro asked uncertainly.

"I... don't know," Giyuu mumbled.

"Okay... Okay, how about we try to sit down? Then maybe we can make sense of everything. I'm starting to see better now," Kyojuro said, nodding to himself though Giyuu only new that for the sound of fabric moving.

"Mm...'kay."

They descended upon the ground (that sounds... goofy in this context) ever so slowly, seperating from the support of the wall as they did so.

Then they sat quietly on the ground, their legs crossed against each other. Neither said anything for a minute, unsure if there even was anything to say. Giyuu was fighting to keep his breath as normal as it kept rising with his heartbeat with an uncomfortable feeling of... something he'd rather not acknowledge.

"I think I figured out how to get out," Kyojuro said, his voice oddly quieter.

"Mm... How?" Giyuu asked, not sure if he even wanted to untangle himself.

"We have to uncross our legs in some ways. It's better to just do it, there's now real way to explain I suppose," he explained. He seemed to prop himself up, his legs brushing against Giyuu's. His hand slipped between their entangled limbs and, at the touch, Giyuu flinched.

"Sorry! I'm sorry, am I moving too much?" Kyojuro asked—totally not making the author struggle to not make this sound sexual as fuck.

"No..." Giyuu said, his voice tense. "It's fine, we're almost out."

"Right..." Kyojuro continued until he was free, his hand lightly hovering over Giyuu's thigh—somewhat unknowingly to himself—for a second as he pulled away.

It was silent again and Giyuu took this as a time to gather himself up; his thoughts and his heart.

But then Kyojuro leaned closer, his hand lifting Giyuu's chin up to face him and the butterflies in Giyuu's stomach went berserk.

"Are you alright, Tomioka? I could tell you appeared to be as if you'd run around the world a couple times," he asked, obvious concern lacing through his words.

You aren't making it better!! Giyuu thought furiously. He shook his head. "I'm fine... Don't worry about me, Rengoku."

"You sure? Your breathing is faster than per normal and your pulse..." Kyojuro trailed off, his hand brushing against Giyuu's neck. "-is also faster," he decided.

"I'm... you're just..." Giyuu hesitated.

"I'm what?" Kyojuro asked, not moving from his position over Giyuu for reasons unknown to the both of them.

"Too... close," Giyuu whispered, his face erupting more so at his own words.

"Oh. I'm sorry!!" Kyojuro said, skittering away. He pressed against the wall as if it would give them more room.

The warmth of his hand on Giyuu's chin was gone and he let his head hang down against his chest, breathing slowly. "It's fine," he repeated. "I'm fine."

It was quiet, then, growing from an awkward silence to a deafening one, both Hashira shifting uncomfortably every now and then.

Kyojuro couldn't take it anymore, not used to the silence as much as Giyuu was, and said abruptly, "Is it love?"

"What?" Giyuu asked, startled. His finally calmed pulse quickened again and he cursed himself at his stupidity.

"What Kocho said... Four letter word, starts with an L, ends with an E, an emotion or feeling... we both feel," Kyojuro said, his voice faltering at the end. "I... I can't speak for you, but I certainly feel, what I presume is love, for you, Tomioka. I didn't think it would be this... because you seemed to bored with my talking. Your responses were short and often not much to show you gave care to what I said. But you... just now, you said... you said you were like that because I was close. Other times... other times I've noticed other people or Hashira around you, in similar proximity although not situation... You never reacted with much but annoyance for them. I... I'm sorry, this is just me thinking out loud, pay no mind to it, Tomioka," he rambled.

Then the silence was back.

But only for a minute.

"I'm going to fucking regret this," Giyuu started, making Kyojuro look up in surprise. He'd not expected a response. Neither of them had. "Rengoku, that might be it. What you said about the... word. If it's true on your side as... as well, then it is most likely the correct answer." He closed his eyes, leaning his head against the wall. "I said I admired your talkativeness earlier. That was only half the truth. I admire you as a whole, as a Hashira and a person and... a friend. I couldn't imagine the Hashira being whole without you—I couldn't imagine myself without you. I don't understand why; I barely speak to you. But it is what it is and... it's true."

He stopped, then, feeling he'd spoken way too much. Said way too much and Kyojuro would get disgusted and burst out the door and tell everyone what a weird person Giyuu was and-

"Tomioka, can you open your eyes?" Kyojuro asked.

"...how do you know they're closed?" Giyuu said quietly. "I thought you couldn't see."

"I got used to the dark," he said, waving off the question.

"Oh."

Giyuu opened his eyes, blinking several times. Kyojuro was standing now—when had that happened?—and he held out a hand to Giyuu.

He took is and then they were both standing, their eyes locked to one anothers.

"Tomioka, I find such affection for you inside me when I see you, or even think of you," Kyojuo said, his hand entwined against Giyuu's.

"But why?"

"Why? Is that a trick question? As you said about myself—which I feel is quite rude of me to not say anything to so I will tell you now that what you said just made me the happiest man to exist—I admire you greatly. And I feel that you are one of the most amazing people in my life. One of the people who have made me open my eyes widely and wish I could take you in whole, keep you for myself, no matter how selfish it may be." Kyojuro paused then, averting his eyes. "I never made a move for fear you weren't... into men. Into me, specifically. And I'm still unsure of it. I'm unsure if all what you said came solely from the kindness in your heart and you're simply wanting me to be happy. Or to stop pushing. So if it is that, please stop me. Stop me before I do anything you'll hate me for. That I'll regret."

He got nothing in response, no movement, no words, just... silence.

He looked up and was met with Giyuu's eyes, shining somehow, despite the lack of light.

Once their eyes met, Giyuu spoke, his voice insistant and almost commanding. "Rengoku... I don't think anything you could do would make me hate you. In fact, if you will go and say all of that, I'm going to put up the same rules. I want to do something right now and... and if I go too far, please push me away. Just... be as harsh as you want, if I'm reading everything wrong that's my fault and I must take the blame."

"Wha-?" Kyojuro started, but lips were pressed against his and his eyes widened. For a moment, he couldn't think, he didn't know what to do. But then he kissed back, his sturdy arms wrapping around Giyuu's waist, almost as if he'd expected it.

Hashira... are quick to react, quick to focus on what's happening in whatever situation, quick to adapt.

But they were trained to be like this in fighting. They were trained to be like this while threatened by life or death situations and an art of something magical in such a bad way, forming dangerous days and death right around the corner. They weren't trained for relationships in any way. Nobody ever said how difficult it could be to understand the emotions and feelings of a human being. Nobody ever warned them about... this.

And yet you must collect yourself as you were taught. You must take on the situation, analyze it or just dive straight in. Don't think too much about it, just do it and survive. Even if the situation isn't the dire from the outside, once you're in it... how would you react?

They pulled apart, their lungs aching for air, their face flushed with other than embarrassment.

Love

It was the answer to the most obvious question ever, wasn't it?

And yet neither had grasped it, not because they were stupid but because they didn't believe it.

But it was true. It was very much true.

Giyuu... smiled, then. A tentative, hesitant, unsure smile. But a smile all the same.

And it was bright. And beautiful. And it lit up the whole closet.

Wait, it lit up-

Shinobu's face popped up in their vision and the two Hashira blinked furiously, trying to get used to the light that spilled into the closed space.

"Why hello you two gay shits. Looks like you've figured everything out? I'll let you out now. I don't want you fucking in my house," she said, herding them out of the closet. "Go back to your rooms. I'll let you two out of here tomorrow because I'm worried what you two might do if I let you out before you think things out more."

Giyuu and Kyojuro stumbled out, less so from the light and more so from embarrassment.

As Shinobu left, trusting them to know their way back, Kyojuro turned to Giyuu.

"Tomioka!"

"Hm?"

"Tomorrow, after she lets us leave, do you want to go out for lunch?" Kyojuro asked, sounding more nervous than usual.

"I... would love that," Giyuu mumbled, his hands on his cheeks in attempts to cool them down.

Kyojuro smiled, recieving a small smile in return. He couldn't wait for tomorrow.

{Word count: 2568}

This was longer than I'd anticipated!!

and it was cute!! Yayy!!

...nd my mom is forcing me to eat lunch

please tell me you weren't expecting anything else bc of the name HELP

#kny #sillyness #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #fluff #rengiyuu #rengoku x tomioka #rengoku kyojuro #giyuu tomioka #tomioka giyuu #gay #ships #ds #muahahahahah #fluffyness #silly fluff #mwah #the cuties #i love them sm

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kishimotomasashi · 4 months

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Alright, Uchiha Clan oppression longpost

This is the unavoidable, and often central, topic people tend to surround their Naruto politics takes on, and is as a result a big, ugly discourse-generator. It's also a subject I'm definitely always thinking about when it comes to Naruto as a noted Sasuke stan, and my thoughts on it have changed gradually over the years. I'm making this post to share what my current interpretation on "how and why the Uchiha Clan were oppressed" is.

Before I do that though, notice on what this post is not:

I'm not writing a "discourse ender", a take meant to be spread around with the claim of being the only correct interpretation of events. This is a post I wrote to share the exact way I rotate an aspect of the manga in my mind, and to convince people that looking at it from this angle is interesting. Basically: it's not that serious, I think about this because it's fun.

This isn't a "character-bashing" post or whatever either, so like if you agree with what you read here, I suppose I can't stop you from using those infamous "anti-[X]" tags, it's just that making a post that warrants them has never been my intention.

Along with that, I do want to address the by now very well established fact that Naruto the series is Not Very Good, and has glaring inconsistencies in its writing. The Uchiha Clan drama is definitely not exempt from this, and in its case the failures in Kishimoto's writing usually show in inconsistent power-scaling, in which we're made to accept weird leaps in logic (how does a 13 year old get rid of what we're told is one of the most powerful and feared clans internationally?) That being said, those particular inconsistencies are kind of irrelevant to this particular post, and don't much change the fact that the Uchiha Clan Massacre did happen. I'll be taking it as a given that if you're reading this, you're accepting to suspend your disbelief of those events on a technical level, and are more interested in how I make sense of it all more on the diegetic social/political level.

With that settled, we can get to the important part now:

The most popular take (as far as I've personally seen) on the events that led to the Uchiha Clan's downfall is the one that takes Madara at his word: the Senju have been oppressing the Uchiha since Konoha's conception, and Tobirama becoming the 2nd Hokage gave him the opportunity to put the Uchiha in a more socially disadvantaged position (police force), gradually earning them the villagers' ire, which was the catalyst for their eventual genocide.

This interpretation works if the end goal of your analysis is to say "Tobirama really fucking sucks". I don't think this conclusion is an unreasonable one, since Tobirama's hostility towards the Uchiha is great enough that he can callously tell a 16 year old genocide survivor that if his clan "self-destructed for the sake of the village, so be it". However, to me, the circumstances surrounding the Uchiha Clan are much wider-encompassing and more fascinating than narrowing their fate to a single man in fan meta written to convince you to hate him, so it goes without saying that I don't think "this is all Tobirama's fault" is a very interesting lens to look at this from.

I also don't buy the argument that making the Uchiha cops was (originally) to their detriment. We'll get back to that in a bit. I suppose this depends on how you look at Tobirama's character, but I think that when he said he made the police force as a sign of trust and to give the clan something useful to do in Konoha, he was being genuine. Arguing the opposite requires you to either believe that a law enforcement order could ever be in an oppressed position by default, or that Tobirama created a fundamentally useless new institution because he just hated the Uchiha that much. I think the former is a weird thing to argue if you're trying to be Leftist about all this, and the latter is a very ungenerous interpretation of Tobirama's character in which his own "racism"/pettiness overshadows his more utilitarian instincts to ensure that the village his brother built was safe and functioning. Obviously you could interpret that, but that leads us back to the "everything is Tobirama's fault" take, that I already mentioned I find lame as hell.

So then, how do I think the Uchiha Clan was oppressed? Because I think they indisputably were, or I wouldn't be making this post. Well, I think it was less "The Senju/Tobirama have always wanted to lord over them and wanted them dead", and more: they became gradually more socially disadvantaged during the era of Hidden Villages, with the consecutive world wars creating a souring global opinion on kekkei genkai clans.

(I'm gonna base my arguments primarily on what we see happen in the manga, and I'll add in some information from the fanbooks/databooks that weren't contradicted by what we see happen in Kishimoto's canon)

Let's start with what we know, definitely, that canon tells us:

Kekkei genkai clans are discriminated against to a very high extent, leading to things such as their mass slaughter (eg, the Uchiha Clan obviously, but also kekkei genkai clans like Haku's clan in the Land of Mist), and a vulnerability which puts them in positions where they're likelier to be targeted and kidnapped (eg, Hinata, but also Orochimaru having a whole criminal entreprise built on kidnapping and experimenting on people possessing kekkei genkai).

The trend for their discrimination is in being scapegoated. When Haku talks about the genocides in the Land of Mist (I refuse to call it the Land of Water sorry it sounds so stupid), this is how he describes them:

(chapter 59)

basically, it's not shinobi as a whole who are badly seen even though all sorts of them were likely participating in those wars: it's kekkei genkai clans in particular. Compare this to the Uchiha Clan being blamed for the Nine Tails attack (I mean one of them certainly was responsible, but was entirely unaffiliated with the rest of the clan) and being roped off to the edge of the village as a result.

Kekkei genkai clans are also frequently described by characters as being a bit "wilder" and more violent than usual shinobi. Tobirama calling the Uchiha "cursed", Kushina describing the Uzumaki as being "a bit savage", and Kakashi introducing us to the concept of kekkei genkai initially with these fun visuals:

(chapter 25)

The thing that's interesting about all this is the context in which it exists: the shinobi villages aren't technically "nations", but I think it would be accurate to liken their possessiveness of their secrets and paranoia regarding outside intrusion + conception of themselves as unified cultural entities + incredibly harsh treatment of dissidents (becoming a rogue is essentially a death sentence) to nationalism. There's an intentse "in-group vs out-group" feeling here.

Not to mention that canonically that shinobi have always been tools of imperialism for greater powers. While Hashirama's initial dream was to put an end to that, it eventually became corrupted; there was already discontent regarding land and resource allocations during his tenure as Hokage, and while we have no idea why the 1st War started, we know that by the time we're on the 2nd one, Konoha had become a tool for the Land of Fire's imperialist expansion (and was apparently was expanding its influence as a military village, too).

(chapter 436)

Basically, the "in-group vs out-group" conception that had once solely been clan-centric widened, and became this new concept of shinobi villages.

This is important because nationalistic sentiment inevitably rises during war; as a result, there's be a sharper eye for who'd turn traitor, who wasn't supporting the military effort, who would endanger their nation/village, etc. With this, there would be greater suspicion directed towards kekkei genkai clans, because they're more "genetically predisposed" to being unpredictable, because they would appear more loyal to their own than to the whole of the village, because they were the likeliest to turn traitor, and so on.

This would be a gradual process going on since the 1st War, but I believe that the 2nd War was where this kickstarted into becoming so much worse, because that one saw the destruction of Uzushio. It was a village composed entirely of a single clan, didn't bend to any of the big 5, and the Uzumaki were "savage" and had abilities that were greatly feared. It would be interesting to consider the idea that their associations with Konoha would have done them more harm than good here, too, given that Konoha was the Big Bad in the 2nd War and an alliance with them would not have been viewed positively.

It's thinking about all this in context, where nationalism was at its peak, where there's an idea that genetic chakra abilities impair swathes of people from being regular functioning shinobi like everyone else, is how we can imagine the Uchiha were discriminated against. They had another disadvantage to them as well, given that one of the first deadly attacks committed on Konoha was done by one of them. If we want to go back to the police force argument, it would be interesting to consider the idea that while it had been a good position for them at first, the utility and influence of the institution gradually eroded over time, and by the time the era where the massacre happened came along it became nearly meaningless since most of its original functions had been assigned elsewhere; as the kekkei genkai clan discrimination rose, the Uchiha also fell victim to it and their influence within the village significantly reduced out of fear of them.

The surveillance and the sequestering of the Uchiha Clan came after two important events; the first being the 3rd Great Shinobi War, and the second being the Nine Tails' attack on Konoha which happened barely a year post-armistice. Konoha was barely recovering from global armed conflict when half of it was destroyed in that attack; tensions are high, the Hokage is dead, and so the village saw an incredibly convenient scapegoat in the Uchiha clan.

So... yeah, that's how I see it! I find this a more fun interpretation than just pointing fingers at individual characters, because it allows me to consider the wider worldbuilding of the Naruto world, and also doesn't assume the Uchiha's position was especially unique and the end-be-all of all the problems with Naruto's politics. It's certainly important, but it's part of a greater network of problems too!

#send post #The ground is soft and I'm ready to dig #Uchiha #this is somehow both longer and shorter than I expected it to be #Anyways feel free to discuss and ask for clarification on some points if they seem confusing!

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asongofstarkandtargaryen · 6 months

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Weirwood bows (Arya's future weapon?)

First, I want to clarify that the theory I'm going to write about isn't one I consider very possible to happen. Still, since I'm tired talking over the same subjects on asoiaf, I decided to have some harmless fun by letting my imagination run wild with speculating about it.

On one of Bran chapters in AGOT, we find out that the children of the forest used bows made of weirwood in order to hunt. Back then, the children of the forest were part of the long past, only existing in Maester Luwin's history lessons.

Later on, we find that they still exist as Bran encounters them on his travel beyond the Wall. Also, on Jon's chapters we learn that free folk also uses weirwood bows (alongside with weirwood spears).

Here comes the wild speculation part.Arya has expressed more than one her desire to learn how to shoot arrows.

There were a dozen steps between the archer and the point of her sword. We have no chance, Arya realized, wishing she had a bow like his, and the skill to use it.

ASOS, ARYA II

Anguy smiled over his ale. "When I don't fancy a man's eyes, I put an arrow through one." Arya remembered the shaft that had brushed by her ear. She wished she knew how to shoot arrows.

ASOS, ARYA II

Anguy had arrows tipped with bodkins as well as broadheads. A bodkin could pierce even heavy plate. I'm going to learn to shoot a bow, Arya thought. She loved swordfighting, but she could see how arrows were good too.

ASOS, ARYA VII

So, what if one day - after she learned the essential arrow skills- she obtained a bow made of weirwood; the tree which plays a crucial role to Northern religion and it's linked with various magic elements.

During her time with the Brotherhood without Banners, Anguy tried to teach her how to shoot arrows but it wasn't successful. Still, instead of altogether dismissing the possibility she could learn that skill, he simply said she needed a different type of bow:

Anguy let Arya try his longbow, but no matter how hard she bit her lip she could not draw it. "You need a lighter bow, milady," the freckled bowman said. "If there's seasoned wood at Riverrun, might be I'll make you one."

ASOS, ARYA IV

When Arya returns to Westeros, I do believe that she will meet the BwB again so perhaps this time Anguy can properly teach her, and she could obtain a weirwood bow one day.

I'm not saying this is going to happen within the asoiaf series. Martin already gave her character a weapon (Needle) in case she needs to defend herself so he might not feel the need to show her obtaining another fighting skills & weapon. But since I believe that Arya will live a long life post the end of the series, she could find time to learn to shoot arrows later on. Maybe, she can ask her oldest brother, Jon, to teach her. He has the skill and I doubt he would deny Arya a skill that would increase her changes of survival.

Speaking of him, it's interesting that he compares Arya to Ygritte right after he mention that the latter uses a bow made out of weirwood:

Stonesnake had called her a "spearwife" when they'd captured her in the Skirling Pass. She wasn't wed and her weapon of choice was a short curved bow of horn and weirwood, but "spearwife" fit her all the same. She reminded him a little of his sister Arya, though Arya was younger and probably skinnier.

ASOS, JON II

Finally, I wanted to say that on one of Bran's visions we see one of the Stark ancestors using weirwood arrows:

A dark-eyed youth, pale and fierce, sliced three branches off the weirwood and shaped them into arrows

ADWD, BRAN III

I'd love to see Arya using a weapon her ancestors also used, one that it's connected to the magic of the North.

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justmystyles · 9 months

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Hey, you are literally one of my favorite writers out here. I honestly love every piece you've written, it's just all really really really good. (guess I am not as good with words as you, oops)

Anyway, I am so glad your requests are open. I was wondering if you could write something where the reader comes from a difficult family. emotionally abusive mother, distant father, eldest daughter syndrome, all that jazz.

So she's sort of moved away but still keeps in touch with her family cuz she does sorta love them but it's hard. So it's like she's got some body image issues and she's closed off, pretty funny but likes to use humor to hide her feelings, has a lot of acquaintances but doesn't like sharing herself with people much (why do I feel like I am describing someone specific lol)

And one day it all just becomes too much ig. I don't know exactly how the story goes, guess I am just looking for some comfort. had a weird few days.

Honestly, love you work. You're great. Thank you for reading that bs. Doesn't matter much if you decide to write it or not. You're already perfect. <3

Let's talk about this ask I got a few weeks ago, shall we?

First of all, I am honored to be considered one of your favorite writers on here, your words are so sweet and I love you.

Now, getting down to business, this ask genuinely made me cry because I know this reader. I am this reader and it was truly terrifying that a stranger on the internet described me so well to me. As soon as I read this, I knew it was going to be my next series, and after weeks of taking down notes and ideas, I finally started actually writing it today.

It'll still be a bit before I start putting it out there, this premise means so much to me that I want to really take my time and do it the justice it deserves, but I have included a little teaser for you below the read more so that you can get a taste of what I'm working on. I've also tagged my tag list peeps so that you all can see what I've been up to.

I'll still be working on NYIML and the other asks I have (if you sent me one, I love you and I'm working on it, please be patient, life has kind of blown up over the last week or so).

You would watch on in awe, watching the music come to life, watching Harry work. From time to time, you would meet his gaze, noticing a softness in his eyes that warmed your insides. You brushed your feelings off, reminding yourself that Harry was just a kind person. He probably looked at everyone like that. He would often invite you to join the group for lunch, or drinks after a successful session. You always declined politely, certain he was just asking to be polite.

But Harry wasn’t just asking to be polite, and those looks that he threw in your direction were different than the way he would look at anyone else. He was fascinated by you, he felt like he needed to know more. When he met you, he thought you were beautiful, and the refreshments that you had laid out showed how kind and thoughtful you were. But he knew there was more to you, and he couldn’t wait to find out all of it.

You truly were the studio mom, always making sure everyone had what they needed. You would bring coffee and breakfast in the morning, make everyone’s lunch orders, or reservations if they decided to go out. But you would never join them. He found that curious, but also disappointing. He understood if you wanted to focus on work while you were all locked away in the studio, hoping to take those lunches and extra curricular times to get to know you, but those moments never came.

He had asked your coworkers about you, hoping to gain some kind of intel that could help him break the ice. Everyone told him how sweet you were, always asking about them and their goings on, but often changing the subject when the conversation would turn to you. He also learned about how funny you were. He would have never guessed, based on how quiet you’d been around him. He figured some of that was because of his celebrity status, he was used to people being shy around him, but they would typically warm up over time. You hadn’t.

There was a bit of worry in his mind that maybe you had an issue with him. You weren’t cold with him, you had always been incredibly kind in your interactions with him and that threw him for a loop. He racked his brain, trying to think of anything he might have said or done to upset you, but nothing came to mind. Perhaps you just weren’t a fan of his? Whatever it was, he was determined to figure it out.

One afternoon, he was coming back from lunch and he overheard you talking to someone in one of the studios. He lingered by the doorway, he knew eavesdropping was wrong, but he was desperate.

The conversation wasn’t much, you were just talking about a television show, but he heard the excitement in your voice and couldn’t help but smile. You sounded so cute. And then you laughed, and he could have died right there on the spot. You had an incredible laugh. He wanted to do anything to be the reason that beautiful sound came out of your mouth.

Harry was so distracted that he didn’t notice that you were coming out of the studio. You weren’t expecting anyone to be standing there, so you bumped right into him.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry Harry.” Your eyes were wide with panic.

He put his hands on your shoulders to steady you. “Don’t be. That was on me. It’s what I get for zoning off in front of doors.” He chuckled.

You smiled politely and nodded at him. “Are you okay? Do you need anything?”

“I was actually hoping to talk–”

He was interrupted by the ring of your phone. You pulled it out of your pocket and saw your mother’s name flash across the screen. “Crap, I’m so sorry it’s my mom. Do you mind if I take this?”

“No, not at all. You should always take calls from your mum.”

“Right,” you scoff. “You’ve never talked to my mother.” You answer the phone, walking away quickly.

He noticed your posture stiffen when you answered, and he hoped everything was okay. Once you were out of sight, he left, returning to the studio. “Y/N is taking a phone call, she’ll be right back.”

When you finally returned, you apologized with a smile on your face, but Harry could see the sadness in your eyes. You took a seat at the computer, and he came up behind you, placing his hand softly on your back. You subconsciously relaxed into his touch.

“Is everything alright?” He asked.

You put on your best fake smile, which he immediately saw though. “Yeah, thanks.”

He wanted to press, but he knew it wasn’t the right time or place. He also wasn’t totally sure you even liked him.

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f4ll-for-you · 1 year

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I'll be yours | Modern AU Aegon

Series - The Work Trip / Falling For You / Rum and Coke

A million thank you's to my absolute angel @arcielee for reading and re reading this time and time again, ilysm <3

Warnings: minor nsfw, mentions of substance abuse, withdrawal from substance abuse

When the light of Saturday morning shone through your windows the left side of your bed was empty. Panicking for a moment, you sat up, expecting to find an apologetic note from Aegon, but instead you heard singing. Walking over to your bedroom door you peeked into your kitchen to see a shirtless Aegon attempting to make scrambled eggs, a blue tea towel thrown over his shoulder, music coming from his phone on the side. The grin that covered your face was impossible to hide. Aegon noticed you leaning against the door, greeting your smile with one of his own. “It was the least I could do after last night,” he said, unable to stop himself looking you up and down, you’d somehow ended up in his T-shirt and your black lace underwear that he couldn’t quite see. “Agreed,” you giggle, sitting opposite him on a stool, waiting for him to finish cooking. Plating up the toast and eggs, he placed himself on the stool next to you. “I meant it, last night,” he said, suddenly serious. “I want to be better, I want to make this work.” You looked back at him, smiling, “I know.” you replied, of course you knew he meant it, but you also knew people like him well enough to understand it wasn’t that easy. Neither of you spoke throughout breakfast, enjoying each other's company. Every moment with Aegon always found a way to be tainted with pain, knowing that it would soon be torn away, and you’d be back to the complications you both needed to sort out.

Although your morning with Aegon had been perfect to say the least, however, the events of the previous night still lingered in your thoughts, knowing you needed to talk about it.

He insisted on clearing up after breakfast, still trying to constantly prove himself to you. “Aegs, should we talk about last night?” You tried to approach the subject lightly. “Mhm,” was all he responded, clearly not really wanting to relive it. “When was the last time you ended up like that?” You asked. He continued to dry up the plates, forcing his focus onto them and away from you. “I don’t know, not for a bit, do we have to talk about this, I’m trying,” he mumbled back, only just loud enough for you to hear. You continued watching him from your sofa, thinking of how to word your next statement. “Aegon, look, I get it, your life isn’t easy and I’m not going to hold that against you, but there’s a difference between fucking up once or twice and being an alcoholic,” you spoke, the last part of your sentence coming out slightly harsh.

Aegon walked over, sitting opposite you on the sofa; he could barely make eye contact as he played with your hands to avoid looking you in the eye. “I know, I know it seems really bad, but I’m gonna work it out, I want to work it out,” he spoke softly.

A few days passed since the events of that night, and in truth, Aegon did seem better. He’d been showing up to work, smiling, laughing, even somehow getting along with his grandfather. Each night he’d come back to your apartment, you’d order take out after a long day, usually something fancy Aegon wanted to eat. You’d lie over him on the sofa, your head in his lap as you watched the tv show you’d both been bingeing.

That’s how it stayed for a week or so. Aegon seemingly better, you, working towards the end of your internship. You only had a couple of weeks left now, your time consumed by your application for the permanent position in the company.

Unfortunately, this meant Aegon found himself alone more than usual. He didn’t blame you, knowing how important the job was, how ruthless his grandfather would be during the application process. He watched in awe each night as you sat at your computer, your glasses on your nose, oblivious to the world as you continuously worked. Aegon might as well have moved in with you at this point, your presence filling the hole left by the lack of drugs and booze.

In truth, he wasn’t doing well like he thought he had been. Yes, the first week was okay, avoiding drinking, filling his time with work and you, loving the positive attention he received for actually being sober. However, two weeks in, the withdrawal started. He’d wake up in the middle of the night shaking and feeling like he was about to throw up. He’d tip toe to your bathroom, careful not to wake you as he lay on the bathroom floor, the coolness grounding him. He’d found himself waking up on the bathroom floor countless times now, cleaning up any evidence. Luckily he’d wake up before you, keeping the reality of what he was going through hidden. You were so proud of him and ruining that would break his heart. He’d brush his teeth and slide back into bed next to you, usually minutes before your alarm went off. Kissing you gently as if he’d peacefully slept all night he would smile at you, appreciating your beauty.

You both got up, completing your usual morning routines around each other. Aegon sat at the kitchen counter, barely eating the toast you’d put in front of him, his stomach still not settled. Noticing you looking at him with concern, he looks up at you, smiling. “Why don’t we go out for dinner tonight? You’ve been working so hard and you deserve a break from it all” he asks. You look back at him, the stress clear in your face. “I have so much to do, Aegon,” you sigh. He instantly met your reaction with his big sad eyes, knowing they were your weakness. “But yes, we should, it's only one night,” you reason with yourself. Aegon smiles, walking round the counter to hug you, kissing your forehead “You’re gonna get this job, I know you will,” he spoke softly, looking directly into your eyes and smiling.

Finally the evening came around, another long and difficult day of work behind you. You barely realized you hadn’t seen Aegon all day, texting him to ask where you wanted to meet him after work. At your request, you’d decided to keep your relationship hidden until you’d been in your new job for a while, not wanting anyone to think you’d slept your way to the top. Everyone knew you were close friends with Aegon, but nothing more, knowing you were one to put work before any relationship.

Meet me at home. A x

His reply left a bittersweet feeling in your stomach. At first, Aegon referring to your little flat as home made your heart flutter, but the worry kicked in, wondering why he’d already be there and not at work. Convincing yourself you were overthinking it, you made your way back to your little flat, lost in the music in your headphones.

“Aegon,” you shouted through the flat as you walked in the door. You couldn’t hear him, usually he’d be sitting on the sofa watching tv, waiting for you as always. The pang of worry from before hit you again. You put your bag and coat away before walking into your bedroom. “Hi, sorry,” Aegon spoke, walking out of your bathroom. He looked pale and exhausted, his short white hair ruffled and slightly sweaty. “You alright Aegs?” You asked, concerned and confused. “Yeah, sorry, I think I ate something dodgy for lunch, so I had to go home early,” he explained. He sat on the bed, looking up at you, forcing a smile to reassure you. “I’m fine though, I thought I was gonna throw up but I didn’t, I think I’m just hungry,” he spoke as convincingly as possible; he couldn’t ruin tonight, not after how hard you’d worked. “We don’t have to-“ you began, “I’m fine,” he spoke, a little too harshly, making you flinch at his sudden loud tone. “Sorry- I’m fine, I booked the table for 7 so we should get going soon,” he smiled, looking guilty for his sudden outburst and walked over to kiss you gently, his hand on your cheek.

Trying to ignore the worry in your chest, you readied yourself, while Aegon was waiting at the door in suit trousers and a shirt, still pale as ever. You assumed he was just under the weather, tired from work, and struggling more without his usual pick me ups.

The restaurant was beautiful, you can’t help but smile as you see the botanical decorations, knowing you mentioned to Aegon one time that it was your favourite style. He squeezed your hand and kissed your cheek, your excited reaction filled his heart.

“I can’t wait to just find out if I got this job or not,” you say, looking at your food. Aegon had been quieter than usual all evening, picking at the food he’d ordered. He looked up into your eyes, almost as if he’d just remembered you were there. His forehead covered in a sheen of sweat, his hands shaking. As soon as you noticed, he shoved his hands under the table, looking back down to his meal. A frown crossed your face, instantly knowing he wasn't alright, the withdrawals you were waiting for finally getting to him. “You’ll be perfect, you always are,” he replied, trying to sound positive but failing. “Aegon, are you alright? If you’re sick we can go-“ you began, the consistent worry you’d felt all evening heavy on your chest. “I’ll be right back,” he spoke quickly, he didn’t even look back at you as he hurried himself to the bathroom.

Aegon’s vision began to tunnel as he made his way to the bathroom, the shakes almost uncontrollable now. He could barely breathe, feeling like he was about to throw up again any second. He slammed the cubicle door closed behind him, sitting on the floor, head in his hands, dry heaving. His head felt heavy, thoughts running wild, he couldn’t hear, he couldn’t see, he couldn’t breathe. A moment of silence came before he threw everything up again, a second of relief washing over him. It felt like time had stopped. He grabbed a small clear bag from his pocket, staring at the substance he so dearly craved. “Aegon” he heard your voice, pulling him out of his daze. He had to pretend he was fine, he had to be okay. Before he could think, he chucked the bag down the toilet and flushed it, standing up to sort himself out. “I’ll be out in a second,” he shouted back, trying to sound as normal as possible. He heard you close the door as he walked out, staring at himself in the mirror. He looked awful.

As he walked out through the restaurant, he noticed you waiting outside, your coat hugged around you in the cold. “I’m sorry-“ he spoke softly, his hands in his pockets. Your expression mirrored one he’d seen so many times on his brother Aemonds face as he helped him through a comedown. The defeated expression of a loved one who’s realised how broken he truly is. “It doesn’t matter, let’s go home” you say, putting a hand out to take his.

Aegon didn’t speak as he stumbled into your bedroom, stripping off his sweaty, uncomfortable clothes and turning on the shower, not giving you a chance to ask him what happened. You ready yourself for bed, exhaustion taking over your body. The more you thought about the week, the more you realised how caught up in work you’d been. You felt guilty for not noticing Aegon's struggle sooner, for assuming he was okay out of your own selfishness. Tears threatened your eyes as Aegon stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped low around his waist. You quickly pulled yourself together, watching him put on some boxers and pyjama bottoms. “Aegon, are you okay, I’m so sorry I didn't notice sooner, I should've been there for you” you blurted out all at once. Aegon’s eyes met yours, a mixture of sadness, guilt and regret swimming in his violet orbs. Instead of replying he simply met your words with a kiss, passionate and soft, trying to show his love in the only way he knew how.

The kiss became more and more heated as he pulled you onto his lap, your hands tangled in his short white hair. Aegon's fingertips brushed the edges of your t-shirt, gently pulling the soft fabric over your head. He made sure to kiss every inch of your skin, as if trying to map out a memory of your body.

The pair of you ended up in a tangle of limbs, moaning each other's names and panting breathlessly. Sleep overtook you before you could even think, vaguely hearing an ‘I love you’ fall from Aegon's lips.

The cold, the first thing you felt when you awoke, your arm reaching out to the left side of your bed. Still heavy-eyed, you laid there for a moment, smiling at the memories of the night before, remembering the feeling of Aegon on your skin. Your eyes opened gently as you immediately furrowed your brows, looking for Aegon. Anxiety instantly filled your body, lifting you out of bed as you searched your flat for any sign of him. Assuming he must have texted, you made your way back into your bedroom, scrambling around for your phone, turning the light on in the process. As the dim glow filled the room, you noticed a note on the bed, covered in messy, tear covered handwriting.

I’ll be yours when I’m myself again. Aegon x

You fell back onto the bed, your breath caught in your throat as the tears flowed endlessly. He was gone.

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