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sunnydreams17 · 12 days

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(( this is the next chapter to my fanfic for " Hannibal"

I've decided to name the story "A Heart That Bleeds Gold"

If you've not read part 1 of the story here is a link to it!

Hope you all enjoy! ))

" ....please... please let me go... I gave you enough information on the reds! I gave you enough! I told you everything you wanted! I went against my own people to be able to go under the golds radar! Why are you doing this to me th- AH UGH "

A shout of pain rings out in the jail cell. The cold hard floor starting to soak with red blood as the man's stomach was stabbed. Above him was no other then the warlord himself, Hannibal Lector.

" I apologize for leading you on piggy but you've already seen to much and know to much about my activities. I don't need the people under me knowing what I do for fun " Hannibal hums and pushed the knife just a little deeper but made sure not to damage the things he wanted to eat " then again I'm a gentleman and I can make this less painful for you and allow you to live" Hannibal bends down slowly making eye contact with the man " do you know of anyone named Will Graham? Anyone at all? Come come speak to me~ or I'll just have to get you to speak in other ways "

The pain was to much and the man felt as if he would pass out but hearing he might live allowed him to have some fighting chance " Will?" He whispers and closed his eyes " there are many people with that name.... most of them already dead or missing in action in the war." He opens his eyes again " though there was one said to have just ran away for some reason. I....I heard it was because of what he is"

" and what is he?" This peaked Hannibals interest now " what is he?

" i....I'm not sure it's classified even to me " he groans and lifted his hand " please I've told you all you wanted....I beg you let me go "

Hannibals eyes showed no light in them as he slowly pulled the knife out. Whoever Will Graham was he was a naughty man. A man that could face death for being a red living as a gold or even worse " hmmm~ yes, you're right. " Hannibal got up looking at the soaked knife " you've done well

" you'll let me go then!?" The man held his stomach trying to cover up the wound and stop the bleeding

" oh? What made you think I would let you go? You're a naughty boy~ I only said you can live. I never said how long" Hannibal turned away walking to the wooden door " be grateful " he said before he left the room closing and locking the door behind him.

.............

It had been a few days after the huge party the king had held. Will was grateful for the end of his suffering and glad he rushed out of there before he could lose it anymore then he had already. Though in his rush he realized right when he got home that he had taken Hannibals suit. Which meant that Will had to find someway to return it but it's been a good 2 weeks and his not seen the man for so long. Will was thinking of just selling it off because he didn't want anything to do with the ruthless warlord. Though it seems luck was never on Wills side now was it?

Will had walked into the headquarters of the "Royal FBI Academy" he was a part time teacher here and also did some cases when Jack needed him. Today was one of those days where Jack didn't stop texting him to come to the office. Will didn't have much of an idea on what was going on. Though once he got to the office and looked through the glass window seeing other people in the room who were in the royal military uniforms. This peaked Wills interest and also worried him. What was the military doing at the academy? Though the more Will looked around the more worried he got and that's when he spotted Hannibal himself standing in the room. His uniform was a black color and neatly pressed on. Everything seemed to fit this man like a glove. As if no clothing in the world would ever dare make this man less then what he was.

Will wanted to turn away and rush home but he pushed open the doors to Jack's office and walked in. The room was filled with chatter. Young men from lower ranks in the military sat on the sides of the table while Jack was at the head and Hannibal at the other head of the table. Will spotted one seat and walked towards it sitting right next to Jack.

" will? Glad you made it " Jack nods his head to the side a little. He was dressed up in a nice dark blue suit. If Will knew that this was a damn fashion show he would have just worn the suit Hannibal let him used.

" what's going on? " Will asked and glanced towards the soldiers sitting next to them. He leans in so Jack could be the only one to hear " why is the military here?" He whispers softly and felt the hairs on his arms stand up. He glanced to the side of him and saw Hannibal watching him with amused eyes.

" no need for whispering " Hannibal smiled and placed his pen down. The candle lights around the room lit up everywhere except where Hannibal was. It casted a dark shadow around him and made it seem like his eyes were glowing. " what is your question dear Will? "

Will frowns and moves from Jack before he turns his attention to Hannibal " I was just confused on why the military is here. Our unit handles civilian problems so I'm shocked the military is here

" indeed I am too " Hannibal hums " but as you know the war has taken a turn for the worse and even though we are on the winning side...it doesn't mean we aren't facing challenges" Hannibal crossed his legs and grabbed a report passing it to one of his soldiers. The soldiers started to pass it down till Will had it in his hands. Will opens it and was greeted by a picture of dead soldiers. Their bodies shaped in a inhuman way. The birds eye view of the picture showed the bodies had made some sort of face " what is this?" Will whispers

" that's what we are here to find out. More deaths have been reported to be.... not war related at all but our men are dying and that means less soldiers for the golds. Which means we could be outnumbered by the reds "

" which means " will finishes " the reds could use this to their advantage " he gulped

" indeed, that's why we're here to ask for help. My hands are filled with other matters of war and I don't have time to have my men investigate this " Hannibal taps his finger softly against his pocket watch " but as the leader of the military I also need to know what is endangering my men at all times and whoever this person is... clearly is a threat to not only my men but also the war effort. I heard your mind is a special one Will"

" special? I wouldn't call it that " Will places the photos down

" though that is what I would call it. I heard you've found almost 90% of your killers because of that mind of yours. I can't help but wonder what goes on in it " Hannibal sits tall, this man even with sitting made it seem he was demanding for power and respect " I've already spoken to Jack and his said that it's alright for you to join my unit and help us in the war

" what!? " Will lost all his composure. He didn't care if he got rude looks from the fellow soldiers who respected Hannibal " join your unit? Your unit fights in the war.... i... I've already did scannings and it says I'm unfit for war! " he looks at Jack fast " you can't agree to this if I didn't even know this was happening!

" will calm down! " Jack raised his hand slightly " listen, you won't be fighting in the war. You'll be just under commander Hannibals orders and that's it. You won't have to fight at all. Your job is to look into what happened to those men and what is killing them

" his right " Hannibal kept calm pushing the excitement down as he kept a cold yet stern face " you won't be fighting in the war at all. You'll be under me so I'm able to get a deeper understanding on what's happening to my men out there and also so I can protect you from the war.

Will felt like he was falling down a deeper hole that he couldn't get out of. The commander of the military is basically telling him he had to join his unit and Jack was no help either because he basically gave him up to Hannibal " but joining your unit has special orders by the king. The king will have to personally allow me to join you

" that's all taken care of dear Will" Hannibal takes out a paper " the king has already allowed it. All we need is for you to say yes. Will, I know this isn't something you might not want to do but you'll be saving lives. You'll be saving your fellow country men's lives "

Though those men weren't his country men. The golds were Wills enemies and it made Will sick to know he would be helping the golds out. He half hoped the reds would find someway to destroy the golds but with Hannibal leading the golds it was unstoppable. Though, whoever this killer was it could pose hope or even a threat. Who knows if this killer wasn't doing the same to the reds.

All eyes were on Will and Will knew he couldn't say no at all. That would make him suspicious and he couldn't be suspicious in front of these men " .... okay, I'll do it then "

Hannibal claps his hands softly " good, since that's settled. I think we can all rest easy tonight. We can dismiss this meeting."

Jack nods " agree and will be sending Will down to the outer walls of the kingdom to where the military camps are by tomorrow " Jack gets up " thank you commander "

Hannibal nods and gets up. This movement made the other soldiers get up too " no need to thank me " he gave a small nod and left the room. His soldiers following after

Jack turns to Will and sighs " don't give me that look"

" I will give you this look because you handed me over to the military like a golden goose egg! You think I'm happy about this? Just because I'm under the protection of the commander doesn't mean I'll be 100% safe. War isn't 100% safe anything could happen! " Will shouted but went silent when Jack gave him a look

" Hannibal is a very carful man he can handle even you. I trust him with you and you should know that I wouldn't put you into danger"

What a damn lie Jack was spitting! Will was always in danger because of Jack. Maybe not physically but mentally this man pushes him to the edge and everytime his close to falling over he has to fight his way to stay balanced. " next time something like this happens come to me before you send me off to a war zone " is all Will said before he left the office. His whole mood was ruined that was for sure. He was so angry that he started to walk faster and didn't see that he had bumped into someone till he looked up to come face to face with Hannibal. This time the man was alone " I'm sorry" will stumbled back and frowns trying to fix his wrinkled shirt

" oh? Will, no need to apologize it was an accident " Hannibals voice was soft " you seem to not be in a good mood. It must be because of the news yes? "

" no...no of course not. I'm happy that I'm able to serve under the military " though Will couldn't hide the disappointment in his voice. This earned Will a hard chuckle from Hannibal

" I don't like when people lie to me " a brush of Hannibals hand against Wills cheek was all that had gotten Will to pay attention to the older man " don't lie to me ever again understood?

Will gulped and his eyes widen as he felt the very soft touch against his cheek. He sighs softly " it was a small lie not a big one "

" yet still a lie nonetheless " Hannibal added " it's important for us to build trust and not a bridge of lies. Trust is my main thing, especially when it comes to being at war. " Hannibal moves his hand away slowly " I didn't get to see you in the suit at the party I'm sorry about that. I couldn't see you at all it's a pity everyone else got to see you but not me

Will tried so hard not to roll his eyes at the word trust but god it slipped and he knew Hannibal didn't like that but he couldn't care less " the suit? Oh yes, thank you for it. I still have it I'll make sure to bring it with me tomorrow so you can have it back

" no need " the annoyance Hannibal felt was pushed down and he gave a smile in return " you may keep it. As I said it was my ex- husband's and I have no need for it anymore. " Hannibal looked at the pocket watch and sighs " I really must get going " he takes Wills hand bring it close but instead of kissing Wills hand he kissed Wills wrist " till tomorrow dear Will. " and with that Hannibal turned away and left leaving Will in shock yet again with this man's boldness. Will just had one thing running through his mind. Why did he feel like he was stepping into the lions den?

#hannibal lecter #hannibal #will graham #hannigram #jack crawford #murder husbands

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demonbanisher · 2 years

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I feel like I’m always writing these at the weirdest times of the day but ANYWAYS more of the Unexpected AU (is that what we’re calling this? The Addie AU? Idk, anyone got name ideas?) - also note to self to make a master list to save tagging everything in each post, so keep an eye out for that. Today’s @wolfstarmicrofic (please don’t hate me for tagging you everyday) prompt was pliant.

I’m so tired. I hope I did this idea justice and sorry for any typos.

Fevers and Feelings

Remus felt like him and Sirius were finally starting to hit their stride as parents. Did they know what the hell they were doing? Absolutely not. But at least they didn’t know what the hell they were doing together. Tracking milestones and feeding times and sleep schedules, late night diaper runs and grocery lists that were more reminders that they needed to eat too and naps, lots of naps.

And then Addie got sick. It was hard seeing her so helpless and upset. She was crying constantly and Sirius just wished there was someway he could explain it to her that she could understand. Someway he could reassure her it would be okay. Neither of them every thought that they’d have to accio boogers out of someone’s nose, but here they were doing so constantly since Addie couldn’t do it herself yet. It was a lot of running around on little sleep and food doing whatever they could to keep her comfortable. Lots of sitting on the floor of a steamy bathroom hoping it would help clear her lungs a bit.

It was partway through the second night when her fever spiked and Remus decided they should take her to the hospital just to be sure. They bounced back and forth about whether to go to the Muggle one or St. Mungo’s and eventually decided a magical one might be for the best this time.

“How are we doing today folks?” The healer asked as she slipped into the room.

“Little one has a bit of a fever. Runny nose and out of sorts the last two days. Thought we should bring her in just in case,” Remus told her. Sirius was too busy watching Addie intently, his leg bouncing up and down nervously.

“Good call dad. We want to keep a close eye on fevers when they’re this young.” The healer ran a couple of diagnostic spells over Addie, lights and swirling of different colours popping up in response each time. “Well, the fever is slight so I think we’re just looking at a common cold here. Let me just grab a drop of something to help bring her temperature down but she should be right as rain in a day or two.”

“Thank you doctor,” Remus said.

“Of course. Bring her back if her symptoms get worse but I’m sure she’ll be alright.”

Once they got back home, Remus got Addie settled in her crib, Sirius following behind him all the while. Remus didn’t know why but he wasn’t worried. Maybe it was some sort of parental instinct, although he was pretty sure the only parental instinct he had was to worry, or maybe it was just that after everything he’d been through with Fenrir, he knew how resilient children could be. He knew that Addie had it in her to get through this.

Remus reset the monitor spell and then began to head back to their room, pausing when he realized Sirius wasn’t following him. “Coming love?”

He cast one last look back at Addie and nodded, trailing after him.

A few hours later, Remus rolled over in his sleep only to find cool sheets. He blinked awake, his eyes immediately going to the monitor spell which was still glowing green. He cast a glance towards their bathroom but there was no light coming from there either.

He rubbed his eyes and headed down the hall towards Addie’s room. He pushed the door open to find Sirius sitting on the floor, one hand curled around the bar of the crib as he watched her carefully. Remus made his way over to him.

“What are you doing love?” Remus asked.

“Just making sure she’s okay.”

Remus knew his husband well enough to know he probably came back here the second Remus was asleep. “We can’t take care of her if we don’t get some sleep too.”

Sirius stayed silent. His eyes focused on Addie’s slight twitching in her sleep and the boogers on her face.

“Come on,” Remus said, standing up and leaning over the bars. “We still have the extra crib in our room.”

Sirius reached for his hand. “You’ll wake her. She needs her sleep.”

“So do you love,” Remus said and lifted her up gently. She stirred for a moment before settling into his arms. Remus made his way back into their room and grabbed his wand to clean up Addie’s face and move the crib right next to Sirius’s side of the bed before slowly lowering her inside.

Sirius lay down, curled up on his side with his eyes staring intently through the bars. Remus lay down behind him and wrapped his body around him.

“Is she gonna be okay?” Sirius whispered.

“Yes, she is.”

“But we had to go to the hospital,” Sirius said and Remus squeezed him a little tighter then, finally getting a full picture of what was going on in Sirius’s mind. “I don’t like it when I can’t help you two.”

“You are helping us. You’re doing everything you can by being right here. And by taking care of yourself too.”

Most of the time Sirius was solid like stone, but when he was vulnerable he became pliant. Loose and mouldable and it was up to Remus to pick up every piece and shape them into I love you and You’re doing amazing and It’s okay to rest now, knowing that there were times in Sirius’s past where he’d shown his softness and had it beaten into an ugly thing into You’re a failure and How could you do this to the family? and You’ll never belong here.

Remus leaned down and pressed a kiss to Sirius’s neck. “You take such good care of us. My perfect, perfect husband.”

“I just don’t want anything bad to happen to her.”

Remus didn’t want that either but he also knew that they couldn’t protect her from the world forever. He knew that she’d experience grief and heartache and anger. That one day she’s fall out of a tree or off a bike or broomstick and break a bone. That someone she thought cared for her would say something mean and she’d wonder for a second if it was true. He knew they couldn’t keep her safe from everything but he also knew she’d have four steady hands ready to pick her up anytime she fell. Always waiting with a hug or a warm cup of tea or unholy amounts of chocolate.

“One day,” Remus said, “Addie’s going to have a bad day and she’s going to come home and you’re going to get to tell her everything you never got to hear growing up. And then when you’re not looking, I’m gonna tell her about the first night she got sick and how her Papa sat on the floor by her crib all night just to make sure that she was going to be okay. Bad things might happen, but she’ll know every fever will break and she’ll know we’ll be there for her until then, whatever it takes.”

Sirius shook a bit then and Remus just held him through everything that he needed to feel and right when he was dozing off he heard him whisper, “I’m never going to fall out of love with you, Addie.”

He mumbled back, “Me neither. To both of you,” and they both drifted off to sleep.

#wolfstarmicrofic #wolfstar parents #wolfstar fic

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beautifulsnake2162020 · 1 year

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Higher Intervention: Aemond x FemReader (House of the Dragon x Sandman fanfic) Part 8

Disclaimer: This is a fanwork to show appreciation for the intellectual properties used. I also haven't read Fire and Blood and most if not all that I know is from the TV show.

Gif by useraelin

Premise: Alys Velaryon, older twin sister of Jace Velaryon is the only member among Rhaenyra’s children whom Aemond cannot completely hate. As their love story progresses, a newer and larger threat complicates things and reveals discoveries that neither the greens or the blacks had ever imagined.

AN: So I've been excited to write the last scene of this chapter because it was one of the scenes that inspired me to just go ahead and write this story. Please don't forget to leave a comment.

If you wish to read the previous parts (which I recommend you do if you haven’t read them yet):

Part 1 / Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7

Taglist (comment down below if you want to be included): @winxschester @memento-mora @mxrgodsstuff @thepowerstoner

Also tagging:

@lady-phasma @aemonds-war-crime @adderess @princeaemonds because some of their ideas of Aemond have undoubtedly influenced my work.

You awaken to a familiar sight. This was your room. The fireplace was cackling loudly and from your periphery you could see the six dragon eggs currently in your possession. Five borrowed and your unhatched one, the blackish blue one. Although the table was moved more to the corner perhaps to make room for the couldrons and fire pits that they must have used for your treatment. Your throat felt dry, almost similar to when you would awaken after sleeping through the night with your mouth open.

As you slowly moved to get up to satisfy your thirst with water from the carafe nearby, you feel the star shaped scar in both of your palms. A permanent reminder of your suffering, even though it was now a long time ago, maybe at least a year by your estimate. The window showed that it was still dark out. There wasn't much fires or lit rooms from what you could see, therefore it must be pretty late.

You stretch yourself, almost as if you were teaching your body and the aching muscles how to move again. You felt really energetic, almost as if you have a little bit of excess energy left in you. You close your eyes, being still you try to see if you can redirect it to some parts of yourself that might need additional help.

Instead you felt the special form of life energy call to you once again. It was within reach, calling for you to help it somehow. But why?

Help

Help us.

No matter, its someone or some being who needs help. Focusing on the special energy, somehow, someway, you were able to reach within yourself and give to whomever was calling the life force energy it needed. You don't know where it was going, but you were striving to help it nonetheless. It was almost similar to what you've been doing to the King for these past few days - or rather for the past days before the whole Faith Militant incident. When you felt that the call was satisfied you allowed yourself to relax and let go of your hold. This had exhausted you to the point where you felt the need to sleep again even though ironically all your body has been doing is simply sleeping.

And yet no matter how hard you try, you find yourself sinking back in to your pillows in a different position to once again let sleep take you.

For the first time in awhile you had a dreamless rest.

"My lady?"

"Shh softly Kayla. Let her awaken on her own. It's enough that plenty of people want to force her to wake up."

"Oh right."

"Vereena, Kayla?"

"Slowly my lady."

"Here my lady, have some water first." Vereena hands you a cup of water as Kayla sets up your table for you them to make you presentable. The six dragon eggs were placed back in their respective boxes to make room for the various grooming and cosmetic tools Kayla has prepared.

"The bath is ready for you my lady. The water is on the hotter side of warm, just as you like it. Would you like our help?"

"Yes...yes Vereena I would. It seems my body isn't used to moving around much anymore."

"Of course my lady." As they helped bathe you, they inform you of plenty of things that you've been wanting to know. It's been about 9 months since Aemond has won the votes of your grand counsel - which has been renamed officially into the realm's counsel since he has decided that one of the wisest things to do was to codify the processes of it so that any future succession issues could be avoided.

"Your fires finally turned red three days ago. The Holy women have begun the process of removing the sacred healing fire which was just completed yesterday. Everyone is anticipating your presence. Especially your grandfather."

"He's still alive?!"

"Yes, my lady. He has begun taking treatments from the Holy women instead of the maesters upon the suggestion of your father and with reluctant acceptance from the Queen. While he has improved he's still quite weak. Prince Aemond has begun taking charge over the affairs of state with counsel from your mother, Princess Rhaenys, and the also voted People's minister Jorah Praden."

"Is he related to the Praden that I met?"

"Yes my lady, you've met Brandon Praden, his younger brother. Jorah also has the support of the White Worm and her associates." Thus ensuring the people will actually have a say in the affairs of state even if the ruler will have the final say. It was further balanced out by having the losers be mandated to be in the winner's counsel to keep the balance in check.

They help you out of the tub and after dressing you in your stockings, shift, and corset just tied to your liking and they erred on comfort without sacrificing support for your breasts, they continue answering what they can.

"Your three admirers have also greatly anticipated your presence as well."

"Admirers? Kayla Sers Ion and Arari are just my friends and teachers of their respective fields that I sought to learn more about. I'm aware of Ser Kormy's infatuation for me, but I don't reciprocate his feelings."

"Oh their actions speak otherwise my lady. From my observation, there seems to be a hidden agreement among them when it comes to you. Ser Kormy acts like a student - quite fitting since he is one of Priestess Kara's acolytes - but his feelings for you are sincere and warm. Whereas there is some sort of possessiveness, hope, and obsession for you coming from Ser Ion. Almost like how he wishes to either consume you or for you to join him in spreading such consuming passion for the things you both love."

"That...is a surprisingly sharp observation on both of them Kayla."

"Meanwhile Ser Arari has a different type of passion. Depending on what he feels is best, he could be either patient and mainly fair, but if you incur his wrath he will find a way to have his retribution. This is how he was able to remove Larys Strong from influence here."

"Well, he and Ser Ion that is. Ser Ion is much like a raging fire and would want to take action immediately. Ser Arari is like a gradually turbulent storm. He would make people think that you've experienced his wrath, only for him to do something that may shock everyone just like how storms may or may not have thunders or lightning."

"Were they really that bad?"

"We'll let you decide my lady. Ser Cole is still here because of the Queen's favor, but ever since your sacrifice they have been keeping an eye on him ever since. And they have been instrumental in removing Larys strong and his spy network from influence in court. From what I managed to hear every now and then, they've essentially managed to turn his allies and spies against him. I don't know what they've done to convince them but whatever it is there's an air of mystery around it. Now just relax my lady as I'll just trim a little bit of your hair. It's not as long as it was before but at least now it's long enough and has grown past your shoulders. I'll just neaten it up a bit."

"While they were doing that, Ser Kormy is the one mainly making the treatments that the King is now taking. Since he is now in a much clearer mind than before and some of his lesions have healed, there is an unspoken divide now between those who rely on maesters and those who rely on the services provided by the Holy women, even though the Holy women keep repeatedly saying that the maesters must be consulted first before going to them for healing treatments. But given how the King's being has improved and how now not only are you awake and alive but mostly back to health, a lot of courtiers are now mainly consulting the Holy women, and they have now grown in influence."

"And what does Prince Aemond think of it?"

"As long as they don't interfere with his ideas and policies he gives them the same respect he gives to the ministers. Especially recently since your fires turned orange."

A knock on the door and Vereena headed towards it.

"That's your morning meal to break your fast my lady." You give her a subtle nod, your stomach reminded you of how long you've gone without eating.

After dining for on a hearty meal with some of your favorite breads. You decided to make your appearance privately known. You decided to make your appearance to the King. You hear Aemond, your mother, Princess Rhaenys along with many others in your family was currently holding counsel, you didn't want to disturb them. Kayla was informing the White Worm that you have awaken. While Vereena lead you in a less travelled route to the King's chambers. You see the faces of Sers Stefon Darklyn and Lorent Marbrand look at you in delight before resuming a neutral face as they both greet you as Vereena holds your hand as they let you in your grandfather's chambers.

"Is he awake?" Ser Stefon nods.

"He's been waiting for you." Ser Lorent says as he opens the door.

"Alys? My dear is that really you?"

"Grandfather?"

"Oh come, come." He was on a seat near his model of Old Valyria.

"Careful my lady, you haven't walked for a long time." Vereena holds you as you almost trip.

"Thank you Vereena, but I'm getting better."

"Oh Alys, come here, take your time." Once you were close to him you and he embrace. For all his faults he was a good grandfather to you.

"Grandfather I -"

"All is forgiven, thank you for still being here. Thank you for helping our family, especially with how imperfect we are. It's clear that we've forgotten that sometimes." After a few more moments you settle down in the couch together and you reach for his hand before he refuses you.

"Save your energy Alys, I have the treatments from the Holy women."

"Grandfather please, allow me."

"Mm perhaps tomorrow or later. You've just awakened, many - ough ough - excuse me."

"Grandfather." After he sees that you're not taking no for an answer he finally let's you hold his hand and you begin the treatment.

"What has happened so far? How long has it been?" You ask to distract him from the treatment.

"If my memory is correct, it's been about two years since the Faith Militant took you. Um Ser Lorent!? Am I correct in saying that it has been two years since the Faith Militant has taken Alys from us?"

"Aye your grace. It's been two years."

"Ugh it was painful Alys, what you made us do. But I could now see why you did it now. I've been so blind."

"You were trying to do what you thought was right." You say before he berates himself any further.

"Oh here I am beginning to just ramble on. When I'm supposed to be telling you what happened these past two years."

"Don't stress yourself grandfather, I'll just make my inquiries to the others once they are finished with their counsel meeting."

"You don't have to wait anymore." An all too familiar voice says behind you.

"Aemond, she's back. She just woke up."

"Alys? Is that really you?" An initially unfamiliar face coming beside Aemond asks. Quite similar to Aemond but his face is not as sharp.

"Daeron?"

"Yes! Oh my it's finally good to talk to you and to see you moving around. Whenever we would visit you it almost felt like visiting someone slowly cremating and we're all just waiting for this fever dream to end. Thank the Gods that reality is better."

"Oh I'm sorry to scare you like that. It must be the timing of it all."

"I'm glad that I'm finally here, do you know how jealous I was of everyone else who got to spend time with you?"

"Really? In spite of recent events?" You ask raising your gaze to meet Aemond's behind Daeron who doesn't seem to notice the underlying message you gave to his brother.

"Well I wasn't really a part of them, but hey you brought a solution that gave almost everyone what they wanted and you're back. Why dwell on the past?"

"From what I've learned Daeron, if one doesn't reflect on the past then mistakes are bound to be repeated again." You say as you slowly make your way to Aemond. His face is still unreadable as he meets your gaze.

"Wise words Alys."

"Aemond why don't you explain what has changed, its been two years and you two have a lot of catching up to do."

"With pleasure father."

"Oh well for one thing your siblings Baella and Jace just got married -"

"I'll take it from here Daeron." He then offers you his arm not breaking the gaze that you initiated with him. You take his arm to glance at Daeron.

"It was nice finally speaking to you."

You say as you take Aemond's arm as he escorts you to his chambers. Once you arrive you two settle down across each other.

"Where do I start? It's...it's been so long. I can't believe I've been away for two years."

"Two years and some months. The King counted since the day we rescued you. But you have been gone from us - you've been in the hands of the Faith Militant for two months and 3 weeks."

"Oh my...time really does disappear in isolation. It almost feels like I'm still in the realm of dreams." You say as you rub your forehead gently as you feel yourself overwhelmed by your recent discoveries. His face softens as he sees how you are still disoriented.

"So that message really did come from you."

"Yes, I'm not entirely sure how I ended up in Joffrey's dream but I heard his request and have asked the beings in the dream realm for us to meet in his dreams. And from my guess what felt like moments for me took months here in the waking world."

"Waking world?" He raises his eyebrow as he asks out of curiosity.

"I'm sorry, it seems I'm discussing nonsense when all everyone has been doing has been watching my body heal among other things."

"After what I've experienced, I can't afford to disregard your feelings on anything."

"Is this because I submitted myself to the Faith Militant?"

"Not only that, your solution radically changed how rulers are chosen. You've made us even more in debt with the people. Because of you things have improved."

"Things may have changed, but only time will tell if it is for the better. I just didn't want any bloodshed to happen when the King dies."

"Why don't you have more faith in yourself? Do you know how it was practically a miracle to have both sides united on the same cause even temporarily? You have made the impossible happen."

"Aemond, I may have started it, and I may have risked my own sanity and life, but it was still everyone here who cooperated who made it happen. Everything is possible because you all allowed my proposed solution to solve the crisis. I had little to no control while I was suffering at the hands of the Faith Militant or while I was in my healing sleep. You won the grand counsel by the will of the people. I merely helped in making the opportunity happen. You have earned the right to be the next ruler." He was silent for a moment before he touches your hand across the table.

"Then as the next ruler, allow me to make amends to you, for everything-"

"I know, I heard you when you spoke to me then."

"Then let me say it. Just so we are clear." He takes both of your hands now as he gazes in remorse and sincerity.

"I cannot change how I am. You already know that I strive to be better every single day in every single moment. There are going to be things that you don't approve of and that's fine. I cannot change the past, but I hope you will forgive me for any offense I have done against you." The apology was there but he was holding something back.

"There's something you're not telling me is there?" He sighs in reluctance.

"I may have lead the people's attack against the Faith Militant." Ah now you understand. From his expression he was reluctant to tell you such news but not that he did it.

"How? I thought you were a devout member of the Seven?"

"When the High Septon had given us his approval for your suffering to stop he also gave his written approval that should the Faith Militant not want to release you then we have permission to enforce legal action against the members who played a part in abusing you. I wanted to save you right then and there, but our mothers advised us to send spies and informants first to gather evidence and to time when the best time to rescue you was. Once our spies have told us of their plans to place you into sexual service we began preparations to attack in order to rescue you. It was that night when I came to your cell that you mistook me for the Stranger and I heard your last confession. Once I had you in my arms and once Daemon had killed the lead Septon he, Jace, and I with you in my arms went back on dragonback to start the arrests, trials and subsequent executions. Of others who were able to escape from us." He gazes back at you when at some point he placed his head down.

"This may frighten you, but I wasn't sorry for any of them being tortured and eventually executed. A part of me wished that Daemon did not kill the lead Septon because I wanted him to suffer more for the things he has ordered to be done to you and for how they treated you." He glances at your hands. He may not see them but he was thinking of the branded star scars on your palms. He was reliving the suffering all over again.

"Do you think any less of me because I found pleasure in making them taste the suffering that they have inflicted on you?"

"Hmm I thought I would. But a part of me is glad that you did it."

"Really?"

"Yes. I don't think I could ever be as devoted as you or your mother but I'm also glad that for now, the Faith Militant is gone. Devotion is one thing but uncritical belief is another." He breathes out a sigh of relief.

"I'm glad you think that way. It was one among many things that made me popular with the small folk. To them I was the Prince who saved the People's princess. They don't know about how I took pleasure in making sure those abusers who survived had intense and miserable suffering before their execution." You begin touching what skin his hands allow you to touch as he still holds your hands. Firm enough to keep them there but not enough to hold you hostage.

"The People's princess? But I've only interacted with the small folk here in King's landing."

"You truly do not know? Your name and influence and stories about you has spread from here. Some all the way up to the north. I would tell you about them but I don't know how you got involved in a story about how the sun came to be." That made you chuckle, and based on his smile this was his intended effect.

"Aemond, it's fine now. Knowing that things had turned out the way they are, you and everyone else have been forgiven. Everyone is ugly when they are hurting." You pause as you allow a cough up your throat.

"Ough ough. Sorry it seems my body is still adjusting."

"You should rest, you are still recovering."

"Aemond I have been resting for more than a year now. Any more and I'll be bedridden."

"Then at least don't inflict any unusual suffering on yourself."

"Hmph no promises though, but fine I will do my best." He smiles warmly at this. Neither of you need to say it. This was a new stage in your lives and though not everything was said, what mattered was that there was mutual understanding that you've forgiven him and many others involved.

"Now tell me, Aemond what has you and my mother so aggrieved? Or at least that's what is sounds like when I passed by on my way to the King's chambers earlier." He groans at this as he let go of your hands as he leans against his chair.

"Everyone here has been anticipating your awakening and ever since your fires have transitioned from green to bright yellow your mother has been receiving many marriage proposals for your hand from various nobles, foreign delegations, and even from the younger brother of the People's minister - a new position that was included in your proposed solution but you left it unnamed."

"I felt it wasn't my place to name it since I'm still part of the privileged nobility - wait Brandon wants to marry me?"

"Why are you surprised?" He asks. On the surface his tone was a matter of fact but you could hear the bitterness underneath the neutral tone.

"He and his brother have been trying to find a way to get the voice of the small folk in court and you've given them that. I'm just more surprised that it is his younger brother who is involved in a proposed marriage to you since Jorah Praden is still unmarried."

"Brandon is the one that I've met and consulted with before I gave myself to the Faith Militant. He and his friends and colleagues helped me refined my proposed solution and discussed the logistics of implementing it."

"Mm hmm you'll be pleased to know that they were also the ones who rallied behind your rescue and called for your version of the grand counsel to be done."

"You're not happy about it?" Another sigh before he straightens his back.

"I have complicated feelings about it."

"How so?"

"On one hand I'm glad that because of both your efforts I am now chosen next to rule..."

"But?" You gently encourage him, patiently waiting for his response.

"But I also hate that politically speaking...this might be the best match for you." His grimness on this startles you. It wasn't that you didn't think that he doesn't care for you. His words that reached you and the actions he has taken since then was an indication that he does care. Even though you don't know how exactly he sees you as, it was clear to you that you were important enough to him to hold a place of affection within him. You thought however, that even he knew that you needed to marry someone out of security and need rather than actual love. Your mother's marriage to Daemon was the only real life exception to this rule and even then, it was because she was still favored by the King. And he was right. Currently the realm is in the midst of change because of your actions and a marriage between a relative of the People's minister to a relative of the royal family could be a way of uniting the two families and show that Aemond approves of this relationship.

On the surface at least.

"Is this what has you so aggrieved?"

"Let's just say you have plenty of suitors and it's getting tiring. Your suitors want my support for their marriage proposals in order to convince your mother to approve of their proposal for you. Your mother and I firmly believe in waiting for your say. You were neutral in the dispute it's only fair that you should decide whom you choose to marry. Your Brandon was just very insistent earlier. Trust me when I say that I was startled that your mother and I would agree on something that both of us were aggrieved on your behalf. If you think we sounded aggrieved earlier, that was just us holding back. We have received word from your handmaiden that you have awakened. But had you still been asleep I would have no problem reminding him of his place here in court." He was getting aggrieved again just from thinking about it. This wouldn't do and you quickly reach for his hands to bring him back to you.

"Aemond, Aemond I'm here now." His gaze meets yours again.

"If you want my opinion on it, I think you're wrong in thinking that it is my best match."

"Why would that be?"

"Because the point of the position of the People's minister is to represent the people. It's a position that is voted upon every 8 years and is necessarily not tied to any nobility. Any marriage to a relative to our family would only undermine this system and would make the small folk think that their representative has been corrupted by our interests. It might be fine later on when this new system is more established. But right now we must uphold the integrity of this new system and avoid marrying any relatives of any of the People's representatives, especially the position of their minister." He breathes out a sigh of relief as he holds your hands firmly in his once again.

"Maybe you should remind him of this reason. So that if he doesn't listen to you I would have the right to suspend his appearance from court and my presence for a few weeks."

"Don't lie to me Aemond, you want to punch him if he doesn't listen to me." He chuckles as relaxes his hold on your hands.

"That and more."

"It's a little too soon to be slicing him into Vhagar's meal."

"Hmph, he's lucky that he is a legal scholar and his perspective is valuable."

"Why else do you think he was recommended to me?" You both chuckle at his. Once you've both calmed down you ask something you've come to suspect.

"And how about you? Any wife or future wife I should acquaint myself with?" Uncertain tension once again creeps in.

"Aemond?" Once again his grip firms up.

"Do you want to know why I was really bothered by all your suitors?" You nod, your fingers try rubbing his skin once again to show how there's nothing to be nervous about.

"I was bothered because before any of them had begun sending their marriage proposals, the first thing I did when it was announced that I had won the decision of the grand - no, the realms' counsel - the very first thing I did was to ask for your hand in marriage." You can see his anxiety in his face as you feel your face getting hotter. You feel your pulse race as you feel your fingers intertwine.

"Aemond -"

"I know you have much to say about this. Please hear me first." All you could do was nod as you hope your own heart would quiet down.

"Ever since you've tried to goad me into that bet of yours I have been trying to delude myself into thinking that I did not need you or your advice or your opinions. But when you appeared in court in shackles surrounded by the Faith Militant I couldn't deny it anymore. As much as I hated you for claiming to be the offender of our family's sins, it was a burden knowing that I was part of the cause of your suffering. And in the past two years I have realized the exact nature of my feelings for you. For too long I thought I might simply rekindle our friendship and I would at least have someone in court who isn't afraid to speak frankly with me. It was when I began to be annoyed how you seemed so much lighter around Ser Ion. I envied how it seemed he could do the very thing that I couldn't do. Add color to your already colorful world. Knowing how you were understandably more cautious around me because of the dispute and in fighting which made you go to Ser Ion more and more...it made my blood boil. And soon you were this way when Sers Arari and Ser Kormy whom you know is infatuated with you. It was only remedied whenever you would seek me out or confide in me what you haven't told anyone else apart from them. I tried to ignore this insecurity by telling myself that you were a childhood friend who didn't ask anything else but for my companionship. And when you sought drastic measures to change our circumstances, it was during the several days of mediation by the High Septon and his companion Septon that I had spoken how much I loved you." He takes a breath to gather himself before continuing.

"I remember just shouting it in rebuttal. I've forgotten to whom, but someone was accusing me for being the person behind your suffering. With you gone, war almost became inevitable. Hargh, it's hard to believe that with how ugly this family is, we were able to even allow ourselves to be mediated upon just to save you. Then when you provided me the opportunity to get what I have wanted, I had begun to fall even more in love with you. And this was even knowing what you were reading and drafting while you were in the library. When I won the position to be the next ruler and gave the marriage proposal to your mother, she asked me if I believed being the Queen was what you really wanted. This - this was the cause of my anxiety from then till now." He takes another breath as his hold on you becomes more firm but still comfortable. Your gazes meet and you could see how in spite of his anxiety, his vulnerability at your possible rejection and yet there was hidden strength that even if that were to happen, he wasn't sorry for laying himself bare to you.

"You know how I truly am. You are more than aware that for all my politeness in court I am too far from a Holy person. And I am more than aware that by asking this of you I am only bringing more of what you dislike from court. But in spite of these things, I plead you to consider taking me as your husband. Not only would we formally unite both of our factions together once again, but in exchange if you do not feel the same way as I do for you, I will support whomever you choose as your spouse. You will always have my support and protection no matter what you decide." And with this he lets you go and departs from you.

Take your time.

The hidden message that went unsaid but nevertheless you received it.

For awhile you just sat there in shock.

You never expected a marriage proposal from him. He was too duty bound, too ambitious, too focused. He more than anyone would know how love in a marriage was rare. It was why you thought when he heard you confess that it was the Stranger took his form to make things easier for you to accept death. To accept that he would probably be married to someone else and shower his future wife with all the love he could give.

After all it was easier to love someone from afar when you were already dead and the person you loved was very much alive.

And if he was unhappy with his marriage, well there were plenty of ladies in court and serving girls who would be more than happy to provide him whatever he lacked. He was popular among the ladies for a good reason, even if he wants to deny it.

"But you have already given him what he has wanted for such a long time." Your mother says as she takes you horse riding in the woods that was used for when monarchs wanted to go hunting. With some of her guards not far from either of you but far enough to allow privacy for the two of you.

"That doesn't change the fact that he needs to think carefully about whom he takes as a wife. He became the next in line from unusual circumstances that will hopefully become the new norm for choosing successors. I don't want to be the cause of either of the sacrifices we have made to be in vain."

You both find a spot to rest. It was near water which allowed your horses to have a drink while the two of you sat nearby.

"Alys, haven't you listened to a word I've said." Your mother says as she settles herself across from you.

"I did hear! That doesn't change the reality of the situation." She gives you a pointed look in disbelief.

"This coming from the very person who gave an unusual solution to a multigenerational problem. The very same unusual solution which solved multiple problems all at the risk of her own life and sanity."

"In my defense, there might have been a war and I had to act."

"That's not the point and I know you are smart enough to know that."

"Mother! Just because I was able to do that two years ago doesn't mean I could do it again. The circumstances have changed - its critical that he chooses the best person to be his queen."

"And what makes you think you aren't? You've seen by now how the smallfolk love you. You were able to hold your own in court during the days you were neutral. And you are more than capable of doing what needs to be done for the sake of the realm and of peace. And now you are being rewarded by your past deeds to be with the person you want. Why won't you let yourself be happy?"

"It's because I'm scared!" You scream out to her. Your heart heavy as you feel immediate guilt for shouting at her. She wasn't surprised by this.

"I'm scared that if I'm allowed to be happy with him again, another Driftmark incident will happen to force us apart again. I can feel it - somehow - I don't know why but it's there. My heart wants to go to him immediately and accept the proposal. But my head and my instincts are warning me that it's just too good to be true. It's that part of myself that's telling me he should be with someone else. Perhaps Ellyn Baratheon or maybe even one of the Lannister ladies. Because then at least neither of us could miss what we've never had."

"Alys do you know what I've realized these past two years?" She holds your attention still with gentleness in her voice. She moves herself closer to you so that she has your undivided attention.

"I've realized that this entire dispute could have been avoided if we were just a little bit more honest. With both ourselves and each other. Maybe had I just had the guts to choose your father before mine made me marry Laenor, then you wouldn't have this burden on your shoulders. If maybe I had trusted Alicent more to tell her with whom I actually slept with that night, then maybe we could have still been friends instead of the acquaintances we are now. And if I could travel back in time I might have advised my younger self to tell Criston that I was just using him to satisfy myself, then maybe he wouldn't have called you a Witch and all those horrible things he has said about you. But if I did that, then your Aemond wouldn't have the father figure he needed."

"I'm afraid I have made that relationship complicated."

"Children will eventually have complicated feelings about their parents as they start seeing that we are flawed too. It happened to all of Alicent's children with the King and now it's happening with Ser Cole and Aemond. You realized that in an early age and acted accordingly. And we are now here because of your discernment."

"Mother it was a group effort. It's a risk that I took and I wasn't sure if it would result into anything."

"Give yourself credit. If it weren't for your risk with the Faith Militant we would be at war now. And now that many of our problems have been resolved, allow yourself to go after what you truly want." She stands up and offers you her hand. You take it and the two of you head back to your horses.

"Or rather whom you want. We only have this lifetime in this world Alys. Don't let this opportunity pass by, otherwise you'll just regret it for the rest of your life. If you think it's painful seeing him, talking with him, and dancing with him these past several weeks not knowing what to tell him as he awaits for your answer - it would be much more painful if you're not allowed to be with him in every way you wanted. All the while knowing you had let that chance slip by."

Her words haunted you.

She had a point.

But you aren't sure why your head is being so stubborn.

"My lady may I ask you something?" You ask the Sandman's wife as she sits with you in the swinging bed in the same place that you two were eating sushi with chopsticks.

"Of course, what is it my darling?"

"If the Sandman had proposed to you, but despite loving him with all your heart and being, would you still accept his proposal if your instincts and thoughts keep telling you that the happiness you will have will only be torn away again, and that all the sacrifices you've made so far would simply be in vain...would you still accept his proposal?" She gives you a knowing but gentle smile.

"I would."

"Even if it won't last long?"

"Especially if that's the case, that only means the happiness you share with him needs to be savored because it is only so brief." She brushes a strand of hair that was going to irritate your eyes.

"Do you recall your past loves?"

"Yes, my heart breaks as I recall the happy times we've shared. How before he died, Robert Vournier was my Phantom and I was his Christine. Our relationship may have started with our mutual love for music, but it became so much more. He was so gentle, sensitive, yet passionate and moved me with either his music or stories from his 300 years of experience. And Quetzalcoatl before we separated had restored some of my faith in humanity by his almost childlike fascination with them. We fell out of love and simply became friends after I wanted to have children but he wasn't ready for it. Those two are the ones I remember for now."

"If you had the chance to go back in time to reject sharing your life with them because you now know how it ends. Would you?"

The answer was obvious.

No you wouldn't.

You didn't have the heart to.

Not when you recall how happy Robert would be whenever you would bring one of his songs to life.

Not when you recall how Quetzalcoatl loved travelling the world with you.

"No, I couldn't. I wouldn't want to."

She gives you a knowing smile.

"Then you have your answer. You know what to do."

Yes you did.

"And what a day to do it too. Your name day, and I hear there is a celebration prepared for you and your twin."

"Oh my, so much has happened that I almost forgot that we wouldn't be having a private celebration this year."

"Can you blame them? Their princess woke up this year and Jace is expecting his first child with Baela three months from now. There's a lot to publicly celebrate. And that's excluding a possible formal engagement between you and Aemond."

"Hahaha you're right." You say this time smiling and you find yourself glowing a little bit.

"Happy 21st nameday. Now wake up and run to your lover before he holds counsel. Or before the King wants to give you his nameday gift first."

And that was what you did the moment your handmaidens finished dressing you for the day. The celebration ball was still later, which was why you wore the bare minimum number of layers that could considered to be modest before taking long strides to head to the door.

Only for him to be there already.

"Vereena, Kayla, may I speak with his Highness alone?" They both nod and promised to be discreet as they head out and you pull him in.

"Alys -"

"I accept." You say quickly with a smile.

And before you know it his lips were on yours.

You respond in kind.

He breaks away first as he leans his forehead against yours.

"Are you certain?"

"Issa, ñuhe jorrāeliarza. Vūjigon nyke." And he resumes. This time the kiss started slow, as if both of you are taking your time to savor your first kiss. The first physical sign of feelings that have been there for awhile now.

You don't know how nor do you care that you ended up in the couch still in each other's embrace.

The same couch wherein you first revealed your powers to him. Gave him his first true relief from pain since the days of Driftmark.

And now you two revelled and savored each other.

"I didn't know I was also recieving a gift today." He says as he kisses the spot behind your ear. Before lightly biting it and sucking on it. Trying to make sure he left a mark.

"Wouldn't - mmm Issa - wouldn't you be late?"

"Mmm hmm, it's fine. I didn't want to - " You feel his kisses on that spot become more intense as his lips travel to the joint wherein your neck meets your shoulder.

"I didn't want anyone else - mmm - greeting you first." You bring his lips back to yours as he molds your torso into his. The contact made you crave more.

RAT-A-TAT

"My lady, there are people looking for his Highness." You hear Vereena say as you broke the kiss.

"Thank you Vereena."

You give Aemond one last deep kiss before breaking it just as both of you were tempted to do more.

"You can announce our engagement later."

"And here I thought you were going to be generous to your twin." You couldn't help but laugh. Even this wasn't going to ruin your day.

"Take this opportunity while I'm feeling like it. Besides it had always been my job to keep Jace's ego in check."

"Then I shall see you later ñuhys ābrazȳrys."

Later couldn't have come sooner.

You and Jace were dressed in some of your finest. Him in black with gold embroidery and you in dark violet that showed the gold embroidered tulip designs on it.

Jace entered with Baela proudly showing her pregnant belly.

A bit later to much fanfare Aemond escorted you inside the celebration ball.

The engagement was not yet announced in words but in your actions of being escorted to sit by his side and being your first dance partner for tonight, the underlying message was clear.

You have chosen him.

He has chosen you.

It was time to give up the marriage proposals while he wasn't in the mood to humiliate any of them.

"Finally, I was starting to be sick of seeing the two of you dance around each other." Baela says as she takes a drink of water.

"I had a lot of reflection. I actually just told him my answer this morning."

"Hmm so that's why he changed the order of the petitions earlier."

"Huh? What did he do?"

"After being half an hour late he rearranged the petitions. He very smugly rejected all other marriage proposals to you. We knew then and there, but some of your suitors almost didn't understand the clue he was giving them."

"Oh my."

"Oh yes." She laughs as she carves a piece of ham and bread.

"You should have seen the face of Tyland Lannister when he was told. 'But I could buy her new clothes.' he said and your betrothed replied 'I'll personally make sure she'll need some. After all there are still five unhatched dragon eggs in her possession.' Hahaha." You couldn't help but join. You feel vindicated for having to endure him as one of the worse dance partners you've had.

It felt well deserved after all you've had to experience getting to this point.

"Enjoying yourself?" He asks after he finishes dancing with Helaena.

"Very much so. I thought our engagement would be announced just before the first dance?"

"The King wanted to announce it himself when he makes the midnight toast. We've given him so much grief that I just allowed him to do this one."

"Hmm so just a couple more dances before then?" He smirks as he casually drapes his arm outstretched on your chair. He then leans in to whisper in your ear, not bothering to hide how intimate it looks.

"It won't be long now before you'll be in my bed as I make sure to give you so much pleasure as part of my own personal penance to you."

"What makes you think this will happen in your bed? I like the view from my room."

"Mmm and I prefer the view before me now."

"And here I thought this dress wouldn't get ruined by us." You both share a knowing look before you were interrupted by Vereena.

"My lady I'm sorry to interrupt but it seems you were right. None of your three admirers are in here tonight. Which is odd because the Holy women are here."

"That's fine Vereena. Has anyone seen them?"

"Not since this morning my lady."

"Thank you for informing me Vereena."

She bows before you both before joining her sister.

"They must have known and wisely decided not to bother showing up."

"Still I couldn't help but find it strange. Ever since I've awakened they have been inquiring about how I personally feel about each of them. Well I've already gently turned down Ser Kormy before he could ask Priestess Kara's permission to marry since marriage is allowed under R'hllor. Then I turned down Ser Arari because he was more of an associate than someone I feel close to. And I tried to explain to Ser Ion that I only thought of him as a friend whom I could confide in while I'm here. He was upset, but I don't know what else to tell him."

"Leave them alone. If they refuse to be here because they can't stand seeing you with me then it's their loss." He takes your hand in his and you intwine your fingers together.

"You shouldn't be forced to feel something for the sake of friendship."

"Might I have everyone's attention please." The King with the assistance of his cane stands up. It was time for the Midnight Toast.

"Though I do not have a cup, I would like to make the Midnight Toast. To my first grandchildren Alys and Jacaerys Velaryon, tonight on their 21st nameday! Let us all wish them a happy nameday."

Everyone raises their glasses to you and Jace and you raise your glass in thanks to them.

"Now for another exciting news, which must have been obvious to many of you. My dear granddaughter Alys is finally engaged!"

And then all the fires died and the room descended into darkness.

"Alys! Alys are you alright?" Aemond takes your hand amidst the darkness and the panic in the room grows.

"Aemond - don't let go of me."

"I'm not losing you again."

"Bold words your Highness." That voice! You turn to see Ser Ion at the center of the room. A large fire coming out from his hand.

"What is the meaning of this? Restore light in this room now. As your King I order it." He chuckles at your grandfather.

There was something sinister about it.

"With all due respect, you have no power over me."

"You are in my court Ser Ion, I expect you to respect which jurisdiction you are in. I'm sure that even other citizens of Volantis would know that."

He restores some of the light in the room, but it had significantly became more dimmer than before.

"Guards seize him!" But before any of the guards could restrain him he has surrounded each of them individually in a circle of fire.

"Ser Ion! What are you doing?" You feel Aemonds' thumb rub the skin of your hand in an attempt to calm down your anxiety.

"I'm here to present to you once again my marriage proposal."

But before he could continue, lightning accompanied by a deafening thunder striked down just outside the window.

"And here I thought I was going to be first."

You turn and see Ser Arari who appeared suddenly just underneath the window.

Aemond's free hand hovers over his dagger.

"You're too late, I'm about to give Alys my proposal."

"She hasn't accepted yours yet, an engagement is not a marriage."

"Ser Arari, Ser Ion, I don't know what's going on. But whatever it is, I have already turned you both down. Please this is my nameday."

"Which is why it should have been handled with more tact." A somewhat familiar voice says from above. A red sphere descends down to join in.

"Hello Alys, happy nameday." Says the voice from the redsphere.

"I'm - I'm sorry but I don't know who you are."

"Of course you do." And before yours and everyone's eyes the red sphere went to the ground and formed itself into a very familiar boyish face.

"Ser - ser Kormy?"

"Well it seems the disguises must now be shed. The Red God here has not bothered disguising his entrance any longer." Says Ser Arari in a mocking way.

Wait

WAIT

"Red God?" You ask in shock, still gripping Aemond's hand.

"I have more tact compared to the two of you." Ser Kormy - no, the Red God - says. His voice now carrying the gravetasque of divinity.

The very same voice you heard coming out of his body when he gave you the dream consultation on what was his nameday.

"This was supposed to be a celebration, and instead Balerion here decides to cause mass panic by extinguishing all light in this room and the Storm God with no regard to the innocent bystanders arrived here with a lightning too close to the window!"

Balerion?!

Storm God?!

"Well now that we don't need to introduce ourselves thanks to the Red God."

From what was the form of your former husband, Balerion transforms into his true form. Silver hair, violet eyes but not in the way you had imagined. What should have been white with a colored pupil. The white part of the eye is violet almost similar to dark Amethyst. And for pupils are bright orange fires flaming in a circular manner.

"May I remind you Red and Storm God, that she prayed to me first before either of you have discovered her existence. And in her prayer she has promised to help my people in whatever way she can in exchange for my tutelage in controlling her fire powers. I have more right to have her as my wife than either of you."

"You boast Balerion but she has yet to hear your actual proposal." The Storm God, now made of clouds and occasional blasts of lightning serving as some sort of humanoid skeleton, remarks insultingly.

Trying not to be intimidated you face Balerion, never once letting go of Aemond.

"Now, as I was saying before I was interrupted. I have come to present my marriage proposal. Alys Velaryon, as the one whom you have made a worshipper's promise to, I ask now that you be my wife." You feel an eerie chill down your spine as you feel yourself regretting it. Balerion smirks and his voice becomes more seductive and enticing.

"As you can see for yourself, the descendants of Valyria need help. If you marry Aemond Targaryen, you shall only become Queen of this realm. I ask you, Alys Velaryon, why simply become a Queen, when you can be a Goddess by my side."

"Balerion if she picks any of us three she'll become a Goddess either way. Stop pretending you are the exception just because you are the only God in your pantheon to survive the Doom of your home."

"You'll have your time Storm God, this is still Balerion's turn to present his marriage proposal to her." The Red God scolds before Balerion continues.

"By becoming my wife and helping me restore Valyria back into a liveable state, you shall become the mother Goddess of all who come to reside there. You may choose which domain or dominion you want to preside over as a Goddess. And since your dragon egg has still not hatched and since it is your nameday -" Using the fire he wields right then and there on front of you he makes what appears to be a baby dragon sleeping on his hand.

"Behold, I give you the very thing that has made you an outsider in your family. My nameday gift to you."

"How do I know that you won't take this gift away from me or have this gift turn out to be one of your spies?"

"I swear upon the Three who are one in their function as the Fates of the Universe and Destiny of the Endless that this dragon shall not be one of my spies nor will I take it from you. This dragon will only come to life the moment you command it."

Using the fire he wields he transports the sleeping baby dragon on front of you. Upon closer inspection, the dragon was mainly red with black speckles all over it and black wings and a black snout which faded into red just before reaching the eyes.

Then in the form of a great fire he exits through the windows.

And then as quick as lightning the Storm God takes his place on front of you.

"Balerion and the Red God may have control over dragons of fire. What they neglect to say is that dragons of fire die after growing too much, dragons of ice are at home with being giant and easily dwarf any dragons of fire."

Like Balerion, using the clouds, and lightning he begins to form a baby dragon on front of you.

"You have greatly excelled in guiding lightning Alys. Become my wife, and you shall be given control over the ice dragons who lay waiting in lands of ice still unknown. Just like Balerion I offer to make you a Goddess of a dominion of your choosing. In addition to this you shall be Queen of the Heavens. While Balerion will have you tied only to Valyria and of Valyrian culture, I offer you the vastness of the sky."

Like Balerion, he uses his his clouds to place the sleeping baby ice dragon on front of you. This one was light blue with white spikes on its dorsal area. Or rather they looked like spikes but they are in fact ice.

"I too swear upon the Three who are one in their function as the Fates of the Universe and Destiny of the Endless that this dragon shall not be one of my spies nor will I take it from you. This dragon will only come to life the moment you command it."

Then he left as quickly as he came.

Compared to them, the Red God was gentle and warm. Offering you some sort of relief from your previous two divine suitors.

"I was hoping to do this differently and more privately, but my two rivals have made things worse than it should be. I shall thus be as quick and concise as possible." He says as he begins forming what was another sleeping baby dragon.

"Alys, I don't know what it is about you. For even a God like myself could not figure out why you have such excellent energy in you. Perhaps it comes from your heart and your strength as you have shown me and everyone here. If you become my wife, perhaps at last we shall finally defeat the darkness together. It is clear that I am not the only being who loves you. After all your nightmare was so vivid and that warning could only come from someone who loves you dearly and desires to protect you. I don't know who this being is, but I strive to protect you, just as how you have protected this realm from war by sacrificing yourself."

The sleeping baby dragon now on front of you was violet with Yellow spots on its wings and tail.

"This dragon can blow fires of varying temperatures from the hottest Violet flame, to the coolest red flame. It also has the ability to make these flames a source of healing rather than destruction. A tribute to how you sought to heal the wounds of your family than let further inner destruction destroy them even further." Now in a red sphere he puts some distance between himself and the gift.

As the Red Sphere departs he restores the light in the room to the brightness it had before.

But your mood was anything but.

"Alys" Aemond says with concern in his voice.

"Aemond - oh Aemond what have I done?"

AUTHOR'S NOTE: AND FINALLY WE GET TO THE MOST EXCITING ARC! I had been waiting to write this moment of the reveal of the true nature of the three admirers. I hope you all enjoyed :D

#Higher Intervention #house of the dragon #hotd #the Sandman #Aemond Targaryen #aemond x fem!reader #Aemond x reader #Aemond x oc #Zaldrizo lentor #house of the dragon fanfiction #hotd fanfiction #Aemond Targaryen fanfiction

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bluebaric · 8 months

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just finished what i (for some reason) thought was the last chapter of all your blood and was temporarily gutted thinking that was how it ended… turns out that was not the last chapter but i am still gutted! big props to your writing man!!! i love lottienat but i have a hard time finding fics that feel true to their actual characters, so naturally when i found this i spent the entire night speed reading it. id love to know more about your mindset when writing them, their motivations in both happiness and the wide range of sadness between both of them and stuff like that. again big compliments to you!

ah dude thank you so much! i'm really glad u like it. and of course i can tell you about my mindset! i'm so glad you asked! (putting self aggrandizing explanations beneath the cut)

honestly, i struggle with these girls a lot. I'm a real stickler on characterization—my general philosophy on fanfic is that fic is really a sort argument one is making about the text that one is writing fic for: that argument being, under these circumstances, these characters would think/feel/act this way, and you need to have evidence from the original text to back up the thoughts/feelings/actions you put in your writing. I know, that sounds like an insane and not fun way to write! But i like it :) having canonical validation of my writing choices makes brain go burr :)

so the real issue i run up against in yj fic is that i'm writing abt a scenario in which they were never in the plane crash, and the plane crash is so vital to who these characters are and how they act in canon that i can really only pull from like, the pilot and flashbacks for the basis to my characterization. lottie esp is very difficult, because we have essentially no idea what she was like pre-crash and fully medicated. so on one hand that's fun, i get to have my own little ideas :D on the other hand it's rough, bc need everything to seem canonical and perfect >:(

in any case! the characterization i settled upon!

i feel like one of natalie's primary character traits is that she thinks she's inherently a bad person incapable of achieving anything worthwhile in her life or experiencing any happiness that will not inevitably be ripped from her grasp or held against her in someway—poor baby, she's traumatized :( so she has a hard time connecting with people, because she trusts no one and hates herself. she wants to be loved like everyone else does, but she constantly gets in her own way without necessarily even knowing why. she has no healthy frame of reference for what love is supposed to look like, so she feels like she's bound to fuck it up eventually if she ever does accept love from someone. and on some level she does not think she deserves to be happy or loved, because of how inherently bad a person she is. GOD that's depressing. also she has no impulse control, perhaps due to the insatiable void of repressed longing within her.

lottie, on the other hand, is so openly and ardently desperate to give and receive love. she's been lonely for so much of her life and she really isn't ashamed of the fact that she wants to be connected with other people (unlike some natalies i could name...). she's deeply empathetic, very charismatic, honestly great at the whole human connection deal. her largest hang up is her mental health, which she feels is the main thing that keeps her from being able to love and be loved the way she's always wanted. she hides her struggles and performs normalcy in order to gain access to the friendship and love she thinks she will be denied if she were to be entirely honest about who she is. her parents were really the biggest factor in instilling that mindset into her. fuck those guys.

so how does that create the dynamic that plays out between them? lottie ends up making a lot of the first moves, not because natalie doesn't feel just as strongly about their relationship, but because natalie is scared and lottie is frankly a bit impatient. she sees through nat's bs, loves her anyway, and wants to get this fucking show on the road. natalie does not know how to deal with being cared for so strongly, so honestly. it's never happened before, she was pretty sure it was impossible. lottie's love sort of destablizes nat's personal perspective, leading to a very tumultuous emotional state wherein to accept being loved is much, much harder and scarier than to insist upon being hated. oof.

lottie, for her part, admires how nat refuses to change herself for other people—not that natalie doesn't care what other people think. she absolutely cares about and internalizes what other people think of her. but she keeps going anyway, doesn't make any attempt to appease those who disapprove. lottie, as a person who keeps a lot inside in order to be liked by other people, sees in natalie the possibility of being yourself—a self that the world doesn't particularly care for—and being good, being loved anyway. if lottie can love nat, and nat can love lottie, then lottie can love herself. it's like a lil math problem or smthn.

idk man, it's so complicated. there's so much i could say—we haven't even mentioned the side characters, nor did i break down the exact moments in canon i use to validate all my writing choices! i think it would perhaps be slightly unhinged for me to do that! i spend a lot of time thinking about this stuff. i guess it's worth it if it's leading to a fic that people enjoy lol?

anyway, if you made it this far into my self indulgent rant, you deserve a cookie. hopefully this is what you wanted, anon? thanks for the ask, i clearly had some stuff i needed to spill out onto the keyboard. and thanks again for reading my lil fic! hope you're having a good one :D

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cyberslam · 2 years

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Heartbreak Hotel AU, Part 3 (technically 4!)

Shawn Michaels/Marty Janetty (NSFW)

I WILL push my Marty/Shawn agenda soooo hard you don't even get it.

Anyway, this is meant taking place perhaps a little before Xentex's fic with Diesel! (Although to keep in mind his is meant to be read as a spin-off, he's given me permission to incorporate his writing into my created canon as I see fit.

Anyway...

Marty's come across the Heartbreak Hotel when running from trouble, and he recognizes Shawn. Shawn is a bit taken aback, but shortly after finds himself very comfortable around Marty and never wants him to leave.

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Marty Janetty was a man who was always on the move. He never needed to stop moving, and mostly he didn’t want to. Or…he probably shouldn’t. Someway or another, he’d get into trouble. Which meant someway or another, he’d have to run away from it. It wasn’t much of a problem for him. Wrestling wasn’t really bringing in any money for him anyway. It always felt like something was missing, but for the life of him (and his trainers and managers), they couldn’t figure out what it was.

Either way, bad habits die hard and in Marty’s case, they hadn’t died at all. This latest little bit of trouble had cut it a bit close and he had been booking it out of the state for a while.

The road he was on looked beat-up enough, thankfully. He’d been avoiding patrol cars for a while, and it didn’t seem like he was in any local town anymore.

Something bright and buzzy caught his attention. “Heartbreak Hotel” read the large neon sign. The heart with the arrow was encouraging. It must’ve been enough of a cheap honeymoon spot, that he doubted anyone would find him there. He pulled his old beat up Volvo into a parking spot, killing the engine. No other cars. That could bode either well or poorly, but Marty was tired and he wanted a quick nap before he picked up and left again.

He made his way up to the office, wooden steps creaking under his boots. He pushed the door open, finding a gaudy looking office lifted right out of the 70s. He was surprised the walls weren’t covered in velvet, but the wooden panels were a good substitute for the style that the motel office seemed to be going for.

“Well hello, handsome. What can I do for you? Lookin’ for a room?” A deep voice got his attention, Marty’s eyes landing on a familiar looking blonde. He was chewing some gum, blowing a bubble and popping it.

Marty stood stunned, and the blonde looked around before pointing at Marty. “I’m talking to you, y’know.”

“Shawn?”

The man stopped, staring him down, confirming his suspicions.

“Shawn!” Marty grinned, moving closer to the counter, only to stop as Shawn moved back.

“How do you know my name?” He sounded upset, leaving Shawn confused. More importantly, he didn’t seem to recognize him which left Marty feeling a little dejected.

With a gentler smile, Marty backed up. “We were friends. Growin’ up, I mean. Well not grownin’ up but as teens, we got into trouble a bunch. But you went and vanished on us one day.”

Shawn only frowned in response. "What are you…what are you talking about? You got me mixed up with someone else, guy."

Marty felt the mood of the room drop, an uneasy anxiety washing over him. He took his own steps back, unsure of how to proceed.

"Alright. Sorry. My bad. You just…I mean, Shawn is your name right?" He decided to push a little more.

“...It…it is. I think so, at least.” Shawn responded slowly and carefully, as if saying the wrong thing would cause the world to end. Shawn tapped the small, red plate pinned to his shirt. “It’s what’s on the nametag.”

Marty nodded, looking at said nametag. It definitely was ‘Shawn.’ He wondered why his old friend looked so confused, and like he didn’t recognize him. Shawn wasn’t the type to pull a fib this big. Hell, he practically fought people to make them call him by his name and not any of the derogatory nicknames and downright slurs people would toss his way.

“I’m Marty. I don’t think you remember me, but I mean it happens. We did get into a lot of trouble, took a lot of things we shouldn’t have…” Marty trailed off, deciding being ambiguous about certain details was fine here. Yeah they drank a lot and did drugs just about every night, but he didn’t think it was so bad it’d fry Shawn’s brains. Hell, he expected it to cause Shawn to be dead more than anything else. But he clearly wasn’t. Instead, he was standing here in front of him, looking like someone asked him to solve a math problem with a few too many numbers and signs.

“We used to do stuff together? You and I? Not…not in this motel but somewhere else?” Shawn’s apprehension seemed to be easing up into genuine curiosity. Marty let out a silent sigh of relief, feeling the tension in the room begin to dissolve.

“Yea. Down in Texas. We were training to be wrestlers together, actually. You and I, and sometimes some other guys, we’d go out and party and go to bars and meet girls and take ‘em back to motels like…well, like this one I guess. But one day you just kinda vanished. I looked for a while, filed a report, but no one could find you anywhere. Not even a body. So I figured you just got sick of barely getting by and wasting all your money so you ran off.” Marty explained, taking a small step forward again. He wanted to do nothing more than fuss at Shawn, telling him that he didn’t need to be so scared.

Shawn seemed fascinated by all this. He looked like a kid who just saw a rainbow for the first time. His pretty lips were parted just slightly in disbelief as he processed what Marty had told him. Shawn looked to the side, clearly lost in his own thoughts for a moment.

“...So, you’re saying I wasn’t always running this hotel? Or, I guess, you never knew me when I was? That we were friends?”

“Sums it all up pretty neatly, yeah.” Marty nodded in response, his lazy smile returning to his face.

“And you said you’re Marty? What was you– never mind. Here, just…sign in. Your room will be on me. I have so many questions.” Shawn was excited, opening the guest book that laid on the counter and pushing it towards Marty.

Marty picked up the pen, raising an eyebrow at his enthusiasm. The pen was…a velvet covered ballpoint. Tacky, but definitely Shawn’s style. He signed his name in, before sliding the book back to the blonde who happily took the book to read his name. Marty noted that no other name seemed to have been listed on the page, but he said nothing about it.

“Marty Oates…?” Shawn gave a quizzical look at the book, before shrugging and closing it. If he suspected Marty of using a fake name, he didn’t say anything, but Marty made a mental note about Shawn's acceptance. He felt his heart sink, just a little bit. He really wasn’t lying about not remembering.

Thankfully, Shawn didn’t even notice how bothered Marty was. Instead, he decided to turn around and grab a set of keys off the wall, before handing them off to Marty. “Get yourself comfortable. I’ll get us some drinks.” The hotel proprieter’s smile was sweet but scheming as he handed the key off, a familiar look for Marty.

“You got it hotshot.” He winked, before turning his back to head out. He stopped at the door, looking over his shoulder again only to find Shawn was already gone. Unbothered, Marty headed out of the office and down the wooden walkway. Every room on the way to his was essentially boarded up or had the curtains drawn. It was pretty weird that no one else was there, but it meant he got to enjoy his time with Shawn properly.

His motel room was…tacky, to say the least, but that didn’t mean he didn’t like in. In fact, Marty was enamored by the draperies over the mirrors, the plush red carpet, the red velvet heart shaped bed with overstuffed pillows thrown about. Hell, even a hot tub all the way to the left of the room, next to two French doors leading out to what seemed like a patio. It was odd that the hot tub wasn’t outside, but Marty didn’t question it. A free room was a free room, after all.

His boots were kicked off to the side of the entrance, as he strolled in further to the room. It seemed like there was a plush blanket with a zebra print trim tucked into half the bed. He couldn’t help but grin at the stack of sleazy porn mags next to the bed. Not that he wasn’t used to motels like this, but there were plenty of rumors about shady motel owners who’d leave toys and mags around and then spy on their guests. It would be right up Shawn’s alley to go snooping like that. He remembered when they first met, how hesitant the (slightly) younger man was to even enter the XXX section of a video store, let alone enter a sex shop. Although it wasn’t too long into their friendship before Shawn started begging Marty to take him to some sleazy little theater he heard about. He was to blame for introducing Shawn to all that stuff, but he didn’t think the guy would take to it so quickly. His enthusiasm and insistence that Marty tag along was what charmed Marty so much anyway.

A knock before the door opened, and Marty turned around to Shawn walking in with an ice bucket, a bottle of champagne chilling in it, and two wine glasses. The man was dressed in what was clearly just a short white satin robe and red boxers. Marty grinned wide, taking a few steps towards Shawn to grab the ice bucket and place it down on the nightstand next to the bed that wasn’t occupied by a leg lamp.

“No Dom Perignon?” He teased, looking at the bottle’s label. It had the hotel’s branding all over it, but claimed to be authentically from France. Not that Marty cared. He’d never buy a bottle for more than ten bucks if he could avoid it.

“I promise this is just as good.” Shawn pouted playfully, setting the wine glasses down.

“And aren’t there special glasses for champagne?”

“We can drink more out of these.” Shawn tsk’d, shaking his head.

“I’m only teasin’ Shawn. You k– I mean, I don’t even need a glass. I can drink straight out of the bottle. Normally I do.”

Shawn rolled his eyes before Marty opened the bottle, taking a swig just as he said he would.

“Damn this really is good stuff. Here baby, take a sip.” Marty stepped forward, holding the bottle up to Shawn’s lips gently, his other hand finding their way into the curls of his hair.

Shawn’s breath hitched for a moment, before he let the champagne flow between his lips and drinking it down. Marty’s actions felt more intoxicating than the alcohol they were sharing. He wanted nothing more than to trade the bottle for the brown haired man’s lips. He couldn’t tell if it was Marty’s claimed familiarity, or just himself that felt something so familiar about Marty. He felt comfortable around him in a way he never had with anyone else before.

"You alright?" Marty asked, a twinkle of mischievousness in his eyes as he pulled the bottle away. "Don't tell me you're suddenly a lightweight, Shawnie."

Shawn could only pout in response. "I am not a lightweight." He snatched the bottle away, taking another swig from it before handing it back. Marty did just the same.

The blonde haired man closed the distance between them, his hands running across Marty's chest. He pushed his palms against the pecs under his hands, eliciting a small moan from the taller man. His hands continued rubbing as Marty set the bottle down, his fingers brushing against his nipples over the shirt he was wearing. Teasingly, he began punching at them over the fabric, wide eyes looking up at Marty through his eyelashes.

Marty looked pretty flushed, his lidded eyes looking down at Shawn. "You still know how to work a guy up, that's for sure." His hands settled on Shawn's hips before his arms snaked around so he could get a handful of Shawn's ass. Shawn gasped, before playfully hitting Marty, getting a laugh out of the man.

"Oh so you can grope me all you want, but if I do it back it's rude?" Marty asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Exactly." Shawn huffed, pouting playfully.

"Alright. That's it." Marty huffed back. Before Shawn could ask what he meant by that, he was being lifted up by the other man over the shoulder. A firm hand slapped him on his ass in that position, causing him to yell out. "Brats gotta be punished Shawn. Thems the rules."

"Punished! I don't know who you think you are mister–OOF." Shawn was cut off as he was thrown onto the bed. Before he could protest more, Marty flipped him onto his stomach and was working on pulling his boxers down. Shawn fruitlessly squirmed against the other man's arm that was holding him down, yelling when another firm hand spanked him.

"Shawn. I can do this all night but I ain't gonna stop until you apologize." Marty threatened.

"I don't have anything to apologize for!" Shawn protested, before yelling as his ass was spanked a few more times. Marty definitely didn't hold back. Shawn could feel the sting well after his hand was gone, and the way his ass started getting hot. He shifted, feeling his dick harden against the bed more.

Even when he was bottoming (which was pretty often with men), Shawn still felt completely in control of the situation. He was the one calling the shots and getting what he wanted. He was the one seducing the people who came by, taunting and teasing them.

It wasn't that way with Marty. Shawn couldn't recall when he last felt like this. Marty was taking control and hell, Shawn didn't feel the rise of panic he normally did. He'd be more than happy to let Marty tease him to the point of tears tonight. He wouldn't even need anyone else if he had Marty here forever.

Another slap on his ass brought him back to his reality.

"C'mon Shawn." Marty's drawl made him drool as he said his name. He could listen to Marty say his name like that forever. "Say you're sorry for being such a brat. I'd hate to make you start sobbing." Something about the tone of his voice made Shawn think he wouldn't be all that sorry, actually.

"I'm not saying sorry! It's not my fault you can't take some teasing." Shawn tried to twist his body to see Marty, only to be met with a hand in his hair that pushed his face down.

"You never really learned manners, did you…" Marty chided. "I think you really only ever got ruder. Mostly my fault though." He mumbled, before crawling on top of Shawn to straddle his thighs. His rough hands rubbed at Shawn's sore ass, massaging them before he dug his nails in, getting a hiss in response.

Shawn tried to buck his hips up to no avail. Marty was firmly planted on him, and he wasn't going anywhere. His hands spread Shawn out, causing him to squirm more.

"So pretty Shawnie…" He massaged Shawn's lower back, before digging his nails in, dragging them down and across Shawn's ass.

"Martyyyyy…" Shawn whined, his erection painful as it was pinned between him and the bed.

"Shawwwwn. What's wrong baby?" Marty asked, spreading him out again and spitting against his entrance. Shawn moaned in response, his face pressed firmly into the mattress.

Marty didn't even let him respond, instead driving Shawn wild as he pulled his own dick out and began to rub it between Shawn's cheeks.

Shawn wondered who the hell Marty thought he was teasing him like this, but he didn't actually care that he was. He wanted Marty to tease him forever.

"Fuck Marty…please."

"'Sorry' first." Marty let him know, reaching over him and for the drawer. It was like he knew exactly where everything was as he pulled out the bottle of lube that was stored there. The brunette pulled back, spreading Shawn out again. He pressed the cold tip of the bottle right against his asshole, nudging it in a little before squirting the contents of the bottle inside him. Shawn gasped at the cold sensation filling him up, before whining as he felt two of Marty's thick fingers enter him.

"Let's see… 's been a while but…" Marty's fingers curled, hitting what felt like the perfect spot.

"Marty! Oh! Fuck–ah, mm… fuck. Marty…" Shawn was unwinding under him just like that as Marty's fingers fucked him and curled into him and spread him out. He felt himself coming closer and closer to orgasming, not even caring that it barely took any effort from the man sitting on him to undo him.

Unfortunately, he stopped, eliciting a long whine from Shawn.

"Maaaarty, pleaaase…" Shawn whined, his hands clawing at the sheets. He was panting from how worked up he felt.

"Baby, you know what you gotta say." Marty only chided him, returning to grabbing Shawn's hips as he rutted himself against Shawn's ass.

Shawn felt his eyes prick with tears. He wasn't used to not getting what he wanted from the people he'd be sleeping with. Still…Marty was making it pretty clear what he had to do to get what he'd want.

"F-Fine! Fine! I'm sorry for–for being such a brat." Shawn huffed, his breath hitching between some of his words. He felt utterly humiliated and he loved it.

"Oh Shawnie, you're so sweet. I forgive you darling." Marty leaned over, kissing sweetly against his shoulder blades and his back and his neck and his hair and…

Shawn sighed contently, the sweet intimacy placating something inside him. He felt Marty lining himself up, before slowly entering into him. Marty lifted Shawn's hips as he began fucking him. Each pump of his hips drove himself further into Shawn, driving the blonde crazy. He loved it so much. The way his dick fit inside him felt beyond perfect.

It didn't take long for his orgasm to build up again. Shawn felt himself coming closer and closer to his release and–

"Oh fuck Shawn, fuck fuck fuckfuckfuck…" It seemed like Marty was just as close. Shawn let himself be fucked until he felt Marty reach over and pulled him close, chest to back, unleashing his load inside of him.

Shawn was gasping, speechless, as he came hard, his cum streaking himself and the mattress under him.

Marty collapsed heavily on top of him, the two of them sweaty, hot bodies sticking together like they were one.

They spent some moments like that. Shawn felt his eyelids getting heavy. They never did, normally, but he felt thoroughly, utterly exhausted and like he could sleep forever.

Somewhere in that sleepy, sweaty haze, Marty got off of him. And picked him up, and carried him over to the hot tub, which was filled already with perfectly warm water. Marty gently laid Shawn against his chest as he stepped into the water and settled in. Strong hands carefully scrubbed at his sore body as soft lips kissed the base of his neck and his ears and his face.

Shawn woke up on the bed. He was startled, sitting up and taking in his surroundings. It was still the Honeymoon Suite, still the hotel. His eyes focused on the figure on the leather sofa. Marty. He was lacing up his boots.

Shawn scrambled out of bed, practically running to close the distance. "Marty! What…what are you doing?" Shawn asked, biting his lip. Was he leaving? Why would he leave?

"I figured I'd get ready to get going. I'm…in a spot of trouble Shawn, can't let myself sit in one place too long." Marty explained, scooting over and patting the spot next to him.

Shawn only stood and stared. Marty couldn't just leave. He couldn't. He wouldn't let him.

The air pressure in the room dropped, a chill over taking the suite.

"Why…why? Why don't you stay…a little longer?" Shawn asked, his fists clenched at his sides. Marty looked up at him, a sad smile on his face. "I'm– the Hotel is out of the way! No one will find you if you don't want them to!" He pleaded, falling to his knees as he draped himself over the arm of the chair.

"Shawnie…" Marty sighed, running a hand through his hair. He looked at the coffee table for a bit, clearly thinking of something before speaking. "That's now how that works baby…but…I'll stay another night, okay? So cheer up. I can't stand seeing you look so sad."

Shawn practically threw himself on Marty, wrapping his arms around him and kissing his face over and over and over again. Relief washed over him as the room warmed up, the heavy air dissipating.

Marty smiled, patting his back. He couldn't help but feel that something was wrong with all of this.

—

Some time passed. Marty wasn't too sure, but if the note keeping he did on the Heartbreak Hotel branded notepad in his room was any indication, he was coming up on about a week. The motel seemed to have grown in that time somehow, but Marty never saw any maintenance crews or builders come in. The pool outside was functional but Marty swore there was never a pool when he even came in. The Honeymoon Suite definitely expanded but Shawn denied it. Same with the front office. Hell, even the porn selection was more diverse.

Marty couldn't help but feel off. Shawn's outfits evolved beyond the simple motel worker's vest and shirt combo he wore the first time Marty checked in. He was wearing more colorful prints. More jewelry. Even his robes and undergarments got more playful and more luxurious. Marty swore Shawn never left. And that no deliveries were ever made.

But Shawn kept denying it.

The weather was perpetually perfect too. Anytime Marty tried to ask about what state they were in or anything like that, Shawn just shrugged it off and said it didn't matter.

Marty felt himself almost falling for it. Almost. But he knew Shawn was a big fibber. A liar. Usually they were small lies, but it was clear that he'd become comfortable outright obscuring the truth for his own.

Shawn always seemed to live in his own little world, but this practically WAS his own world for real.

Marty loved Shawn, with all his heart. He'd offered to take Shawn away from here but Shawn would only hesitate and then say he had no interest in leaving.

So despite all the love he had for Shawn, he'd go. He'd leave Shawn. He had to. Marty didn't want to spend his days in someone else's dream world. Yeah his own life wasn't perfect, but at least it was his. And he had people to get back to. Friends who cared about him and that he cared about. He thought about the kid he'd taken in under his wing, who was only just starting out with them after flying solo for most of his life and how much he needed Marty to protect him from worse people.

So in the dead of night, Shawn peacefully asleep in bed, left Marty no other choice but to pack up and go during that moment. He'd packed his car up when Shawn was busy on his little red phone – the one Marty wasn't allowed to use – so leaving would be easier.

Unfortunately, Shawn started stirring as he heard the door creaking open.

"Just getting some fresh air baby, go back to sleep." Marty cooed at him. Thankfully it seemed to work as Shawn settled back down.

As quietly as he could, Marty stepped down the stairs to the asphalt of the parking lot. He looked around, before stepping towards the driver's side door of his car and inserting the key to open it.

"What are you doing?"

Marty nearly jumped out of his skin. Up on the wooden deck outside the Honeymoon Suite's door was Shawn. He looked wide awake, the wind picking up and swaying his bright red satin robe against him. His hair billowed with it, making him look like one big silhouette with the moonlight at his back. Still, Marty could see his baby blue eyes perfectly.

"I really gotta get going Shawn. I can't stay here forever." Marty explained, staying calm. "There's other people who need me."

"I NEED YOU!" Shawn was screaming, his voice echoing throughout the woods around them, but no birds emerged from the trees at the disturbance.

"Shawn… I want to help you. But I ain't the guy who can." Marty kept his voice level as he spoke. His heart felt like it would break out of his chest but he refused to show that. "I love you but I know I can't, and I'm so sorry."

"No. No. No! You have to stay Marty. You have to. You CAN'T LEAVE ME." Shawn's voice was raw, broken as he screamed again. Marty could see the way his body was racking with sobs, but he couldn't see a single tear running down his face.

The trees seemed to close in on them. Marty had a feeling he really wouldn't be able to leave if he didn't book it now. And it was clear that trying to reason with Shawn wasn't possible.

He pulled the door open, getting in the seat and trying to get the engine to go. But it stalled. It stalled, and Shawn was approaching. Marty locked the door.

The engine stalled.

Shawn was crawling onto his hood and–

The engine roared to life.

In a flash, Marty reversed his car, pulling out of the parking lot. He didn't look back. He couldn't.

His heart wrenched and his eyes were filled with tears as he drove away.

Thunder cracked overhead.

Marty drove

And drove

And he passed the motel again but he drove

He drove off the path. Through the trees, not caring for the car or damages, just desperate to get out and

He finally hit asphalt. He was driving off the entry ramp onto some highway and that's all he could care about. It didn't take long for him to realize he was on the I-10, heading towards San Antonio. Shawn's hometown.

Marty's heart raced as he merged into traffic, some passersby honking at him. Last he checked, he had been up in Pennsylvania before he went on the run.

He took a deep breath. He felt guilty.

Awfully guilty. He didn't want to leave Shawn behind. But Shawn didn't want to leave. He couldn't. Marry knew that. He only hoped that he would be able to get Shawn out of there. If…if Shawn was even alive to get out.

Marty grasped there was something beyond his own understanding happening, but hell if he knew what. But he wasn't going to give up on Shawn. Not yet, at least.

Driving into the city, Marty prioritized two things: finding a real motel and calling Kid. Shawn…he'd just have to wait.

—

Shawn was a wreck. He laid on the floor of the office. He'd been laying there ever since Marty fled.

The Hotel was mad, and so was he. He finally had it. He had someone who made him human. The Hotel felt whole. It was able to grow.

This couldn't happen again. The next person to fill the empty void inside of them wouldn't get away.

They were both so, so mad.

Never again.

#d is writing #marty jannetty #shawn michaels #heartbreak hotel au #wwf #wwf fic #fanfics

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cottoncandysex · 7 months

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The epitome of narcissism is where people like Mark try to write articles on able ism Able Lizum Ableism

you are able to hurt my technology, but once I find who you are I am able to take a knife and stab you over and over and over, but that’s not really my way of doing things and I like money a lot. I don’t like being abused you understand

I usually find a way to get what I want, and I want to see you guys killed, because I believe that’s a part of ableism. Jennifer Decker, you are able to be killed because you’re not well and my work is not yours so I am able to send your energy down to the bottom of hill and forget about you just like everybody else already has

Hell

Jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, Well, well well

well well well white cracker

they don’t know how to use punctuation, the whites

Everything that Mark is a joke, Everything that they mark is a joke

why do you work with people who have OCD Mark you’re not a good man and I can’t wait to see you die. I cannot wait to see you dead that is to say I don’t ever want to see your ugly fucking face again you micro cock piece of trash. Your brother is probably behind this technology abuse because he thinks that makes him smart. Why don’t you kill yourself please

The abuse game is the only way that Mark feels like he has an advantage, because if you are abusing, you must be so smart, that doesn’t make sense of course Your whole family probably has beef with me because I guarantee you all of you are mediocre narcissistic bags of shit

Well, Mark is a dead man …. I don’t even care which one of them gets killed.

I need to remember that you don’t have boundaries You’ve never had boundaries with people well Mark you’re gonna learn boundaries because you are gonna be killed I’m not sure yet I said to you not to be honest with you I really like I would almost kill you myself, but you are such a pathetic waste of human space she was right in someway to abuse that little girl Mark, because that little girl is a pathetic reminder of you now I know that you think I take myself too seriously because I’m actually intelligent and you’re not funny but you’re right way too seriously because I should have actually been a Doctor Who had already cut your face off, cut your face off Somebody please fix the errors. Mark is too retarded to understand all of those errors as intricate as they may seem to somebody as retarded as Mark. I need him killed actually no I guess I just need to use him and let you guys kill him. They already planned I’m cutting his dick off and letting him bleed out. You guys already saw it in the movie

what disease do you diagnose Mark with after his little game once you catch that that’s an interesting thing. Because there is always somebody chasing that. Because there is always somebody chasing that

Stephanie and Gey jay

gey, I am so sorry that you are constantly called homosexual

jay

I am so sorry that Americans are so jealous of you that they don’t even want me to say your name

Jay

i’m glad that you rape boys in the asshole, because when they decide to mess with my technology, I think it’s funny when they bleed out of the rectum to death

Mark and his daughter believe that they are part of some revolution, and they are actually not a part of any kind of revolution

The fact that you guys abuse technology… you’re already done. Mark, you don’t actually predict me all that well and further more. There are men with bigger brains than you, and they know how to spell the word furthermore. To be honest with you I need to just leave so I’m gonna stick with the original plan. I said gonna stick to the original plan and I’m gonna need you to drop me off in Mexico and then I need you to give me money and otherwise go to work, but I need to get away from you. You and your family are destroying this country. I am going to talk to Dennis about having you killed, also. I said I’m.

and I think a lot of my anger is just that you are such an ineffective human being that you deserve to be killed and I know it because nobody needs to put up with this abuse then you act like you’re innocent and then you blame that guy, but that guy already knows what you’re about, and when we decide to bury you alive, nobody finds you . but I’m glad that you were curious how I would elaborate since you already know somebody very similar to you is dead as they were caught being a paedophile, liking white supremacy paedophile pizza

don’t you guys fucking hate the way white people talk in America it’s disgusting and it is always borrowed or stolen. They don’t know how to capitalise shit here but they know how to steal. I said they know how to steal and Mark Saderholm do you like to brag like you’re really some smart guy, but you’re not a smart man I’m not scared for whatever danger you are in, but it’s like you must have really really hurt somebody so badly

Did Dennis sodomise you for being a shitty Republican or rather a shitty Democrat They’re all the same anyway, but the Democrats are far worse because they believe in paedophilia 100% of the goddamn time that’s why Mark is a slave so I need to get to the bottom of why he wants to enslave me. Also I want all of those people with Asperger’s syndrome if they are abusing technology, go ahead and put them inside of an oven

If Mark really is that horrible of a person, a doctor undoubtedly already killed his fucking family members, he probably isn’t lying about that and I’m not really sure if they are trying to figure out the next angle, but it makes him feel like a sociopath like a big star The only problem is, there are truly intelligent, gifted people out there who know better and he already knows that I don’t care about his angle because he’s not smart enough. I care about the angle of a good person because a good person is going to save the world a bad person is going to be counter-productive abuse technology and try to get under my skin just because you will never be me Mark Saderholm. We already understand that I am a lot smarter than you. I don’t wanna argue with you about it because I feel like you knew better when I was 15 years old. You are now in your geriatric years.

#medical networking to save lives #rebecca cooper #technology abuse #human trafficking #Asperger’s syndrome #Mark Saderholm having zero boundaries and getting killed

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postguiltypleasures · 9 months

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My Peak TV Journey *Never Have I Ever*

I watched the final season quickly and then put off writing anything about the season for months. The show is still one of the most delightful ones I have watched in recent years. I enjoyed the final season. Sure there were some indefensible things like hiring Jeff Garlin as Devi’s grandmother, Nirmala’s new love. But it most treated the characters well and gave them the send offs that they deserved.

I am happy for Devi and Ben even though I didn’t really cheer for them. Early in the season when Ben offered “we should stay apart” explanations, I agreed with them. But also that was what they had to work on separately while the season went on. They’re not over all their issues. That’d be impossible. I’m glad that by the end they are at different schools. They needed get out of direct competition with each other.

In someways, getting together with Ben was a bonus to her actual main journey, getting into Princeton. The late season plot where she was wait listed at Princeton and rejected from all the other Ivies was painful, but not surprising. She had a suspension on her record and a lot of other disciplinary issues. Also during the first season she was told writing about her late father would make her stand out among applicants. Eventually an extra credit personal essay is needed to get into Princeton, and of course she writes about how her father’s love of life affected her. It’s sweet, but it also highlighted how little her father was mentioned this season in relation to earlier ones.

As to the rest of the show…

I’m okay with Paxton’s crisis leading him to drop out of college and return to the high school school as an assistant swim coach. sure, it was a bit of a regression. But he had gone from being all about pursuing swimming full time to all about making up for lost academic progress when he couldn’t swim. Then he finds himself with no set goals, no swimming and an undistinguished stranger to everyone he meets. I get why that would send him reeling until he retouches familiar and realizes that he wants to be a teacher. Essentially something most of the characters go through this season. And I just like Paxton. Probably the character I would like to hang out with most in real life. I even kind of liked that the plot for him finding direction involved Eric wanting to be on the swim team. I a greed with Paxton saying “why can’t you focus on things you’re good at like robotics and tuba?” (paraphrase) and have to admit the story would not work with a character already familiar to the audience to whom he could say that. I generally think a little Eric goes a long way, it I’m glad there was someone who we knew elsewhere for this plot.

I loved the Fabiola plot, but was not a fan of Eleanor’s. I’m glad we got to see both of their mothers one more time. Fabiola story with her getting into Princeton early admission while Devi was deferred felt right for both of their characters. Fab’s passion has always been robotics, which allowed Devi to be the all purpose academic and ignore how her intelligent friend could be competition too. After all, Fabiola has less of a history riddled with disciplinary citations and her singular passion makes her stand out. The way the conflict was resolved was fine. I’ll miss this trio of girl friends.

I guess I didn’t like the Eleanor plot as much because it felt inert. She quit auditioning for conservatories after one audition didn’t get the reaction someone else got, and then decide to skip a head to the constant auditioning for but parts of being an actor. Then while reconciling with Trent they decide to make their own films on the cheep. I like Eleanor, and I like her relationship with Trent, but I wish they had a plot I liked.

However I did enjoy Trent’s scenes with Ben. Sure, Ben was stupid for listening Trent without some fact checking, but in other ways he needed a guy like him to just spill things out to.

There was barely any Aneesa this season. I only remembered to miss her after her brief appearances. That could have been better.

I also wish Kamala’s plot where she obsessed over suspicions about Nirmala’s boyfriend to avoid mixed feelings about a job offer could be better developed. Too much of suspicion over Len, not enough about this job opportunity that would require moving cross country. It led to some cute role reversal scenes with Devi, which I appreciate. But who wants to see a woman worry that much about her grandma’s boyfriend? Kamala boyfriend, Manish, being off screen for most of the season probably didn’t as it limited who she could talk with. (The actor, Utkarsh Ambudkar a was busy starring in Ghosts, which I’ll write about some time in the future. )

Finally, I want to write about the surprise cast connection to Crazy Ex Girlfriend as Pete Gardner appeared in two episodes of the final season. Gardner played Daryl Whitefeather on CEG, and on NHIE he played swim coach Nobel, who was also a mentor to Paxton. The actor looks almost exactly the same, but the rolls are so different. It was a joy to see him and it made me sad. While there was a lot of writing about NHIE as a follow up to The Mindy Project, (some of which is unfairly dismissive) it was also a spiritual follow up to CEG. Like CEG, (more than TMP), it cared about Devi’s mental traumas, where her lashing out came from and if she could grow in ways that still feel too rare.

#peak tv #what i'm watching #My Peak TV Journey #Never Have I Ever #NHIE #nhie season 4 #nhie spoilers #devi vishwakumar #fabiola torres #Nirmila Vishwakumar #Eleanor Wong #paxton hall yoshida #Ben Gross #the mindy project #crazy ex girlfriend

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sapphosvioletts · 3 years

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Cocooned

Natasha Romanoff x Autistic Daughter

Summary:

Natasha's daughter is exhausted after a day out having to mask. Natasha comes home to find her in her blanket cocoon, so she cuddles with her, and lets her unmask completely and just be herself.

Request: could you please do one with natasha x autistic!daughter!reader where r is having a bad day (from masking) and is cocooned under blankets so nat comes in and gently cuddles in and sings softly, and lets r infodump and stim all r wants

Autistic masking: 'Masking is a complex and costly survival strategy for autistic people. It generally involves intentionally learning neurotypical behaviors and mimicking them in social situations. Sometimes masking focuses on hiding behavior that people feel won't be accepted'

Word count: 1,502

Note: Not every autistic person experiences autism the same. I'm autistic and I am writing from my perspective of how I personally experience autism, but not everyone feels the same as me or has the same perspective as I do.

- the reader is adopted, they are not biologically related. I want my writing to be inclusive to everyone, which is why i am specifying this incase it isn't directly said in the fic

.oOo.

I sigh when I step through the front door, relieved to finally be home. I was out with some friends, and although it was fun, it's left me exhausted. I take my shoes off and drop my bag by the table, even though I know that Natasha is just going to tell me to move it later anyways. I'm too tired at this point to care though.

Masking always leaves me exhausted, and all I the want to do is just lay down and relax for the rest of the day. I don't have the energy to do anything else, even just the thought of actually doing something energy taxing makes me want to cry.

I head to my room first and change into more comfortable clothes. That ended up just being shorts and a sports bra, since it just seemed like all of my shirts would irritate me in someway or another.

I'm about to crash onto my bed, before quickly changing my mind and making the decision to head to my moms room instead. Yes, it would take more energy to get there instead of just laying down on my bed right here, but her room has a tv which takes less energy than pulling out my laptop and watching something on there. Her bed also has a fluffier comforter, which sounds amazing right now.

I grab my favorite blanket, pillows, and my stuffed animal and trudge to Nat's room. I throw them all on her bed and start arranging them the way I like it.

It might sound stupid or even childish to some people, but cocooning myself in a nest of blankets and pillows is the most comforting thing for me. It just makes me feel safe and it's also extremely comfortable, I'm not really sure how to explain it.

Once all of the pillows are stacked just right, I hop in bed with my stuffed animal and pull all of the blankets over and around me, shifting down until the blankets are pulled up to my chin. Between all of the blankets and pillows, I can't even really see anything over them, it's like a big fluffy cloud, which is exactly how I like it.

The TV is mounted high enough that I can at least make it out, so I begrudgingly grab the remote and turn on one of my favorite shows. I've already seen it more times than I could even count, so I don't have to focus too hard on it. I already know what's going to happen and what's going on, so I can just relax and listen to it.

I pull the blankets back up to my chin and hug my knees to my chest as I lay on my side, my stuffed animal tucked between my knees and chest. I close my eyes and just let myself relax in my little cocoon.

.oOo.

Natasha is slightly confused when she calls out to me that she's home and doesn't get a response. She sets her things down and makes her way to my room. She starts getting more worried when she pops her head into my room and doesn't see me. She decides to check her room before she allows herself to completely panic though, and she's glad she did.

She smiles when she sees the pile of pillows and blankets on her bed, knowing that I'm under there somewhere. Before she knows it she's walking over to me, feeling overwhelmed with love and adoration for her daughter, and she hasn't even seen her yet.

As she gets closer I finally see her, which makes me smile. "Hi mom" I mumble, trying to get my arms out of the mountain of blankets to hug her. She smiles even wider and sits on the bed next to me. "Hey honey" I finally get my arms free and she leans down so I can hug her waist. She kisses the top of my head as she pulls away.

"Let me get changed and then I'll join you." I nod and so she gets up and grabs some clothes, quickly changing in the bathroom. When she's back I hold up the blankets for her so she can slide in under. She crawls into bed carefully, trying her best not to ruin how I have everything set up, knowing that I like it a specific way.

I rearrange the blankets again once shes settled and she patiently waits for me, watching me with a small smile on her lips. I lay back down, resting my head on her chest. Her arms wrap around me and hug me with the perfect amount of pressure.

My hand immediately finds the string of her hoodie and starts fidgeting with it. Natasha doesn't mind at all, she happily lets me stim. She doesn't say anything about my shaking and bouncing foot either, although she could feel it, she really doesn't mind it at all. She knows all about stimming, and she's sure as hell not going to stop me. Why should she? If it's something that comes naturally to me and can be harmful to me if I don't do it, she sees absolutely no reason to be annoyed with it, she even encourages it. She only wishes others could see it the same way as well.

"How was your day, love?" Nat asks softly. "It was fun, I'm just really tired now." I shrug. She knows that I really mean from masking, she understands what I'm trying to say. "What about yours?" I ask. "It was alright. I saw these beautiful orchids at the store today while I was passing by, maybe we'll need to go sometime and get some." She smiles, knowing exactly what she's intending to do by bringing up my special interest.

She loves my special interests, she loves how enthused I get by them and the way my eyes light up when I get to talk about it. She knows that I've been conditioned by the neurotypical world to keep my tangents to myself, and she hates that I've been made to feel annoying or bad for ranting about something I love so much. So every chance she gets, she lets me go on and on about whatever I'm interested in, she knows how much it means to me as well.

She also knows that if she starts talking about one of my special interests, it will give me the opportunity to start infodumping, which is why she chose to mention that. "That would be nice, I haven't had many orchids before. I'm not sure why, since they're so popular, they're everywhere."

I start to ramble, not even thinking about what I'm saying, just finally being able to completely let myself go and just let myself be how I'm supposed to. I'm not worrying about my tone, my facial expressions, my movements, I'm not worrying about anything. It's like my mind is blank, but in a good way. I'm just able to be myself without having to think about anything.

"One species of orchids is actually considered one of the ugliest flowers in the world. It's the Gastrodia Agnicellus, they said it was too fleshy and brown." Natasha laughs at the new information. "How would you even rank the ugliest flowers?" She asks through her contagious laughter.

Once my own laughter dies down, which was caused by hers, I respond. "I don't know, cause I feel like just having it look too fleshy doesn't make it ugly enough. I don't know, I feel like the Kadupul should be considered the ugliest. Yeah it can be really pretty, but it rarely ever blooms and on the occasion that it does, it only blooms at night but then dies before the sun even comes up so by the time you even see it, it's dead. I feel like a flower that is dead most of the time is the ugliest."

Natasha stares at me lovingly as I ramble on about where flowers should be ranked. She can tell that I've finally unmasked, finally just letting myself be me. She's unbelievably honored that I trust her enough to completely let go around her, and she's extremely thankful for it. She'll always be thankful to see me at the times I'm the happiest and most relaxed, which for me are when I'm completely unmasked.

After a while, I eventually start to become tired. Our conversation wraps up, thankfully because I don't think I could keep my eyes open any longer. Natasha rubs soothing circles on my back once she senses how tired I am.

Her other hand holds the back of my head to her chest, massaging my scalp. She then starts singing softly, aware that her velvety voice will always bring me to sleep. She watches as my hand stimming with her hoodie string slowly becomes still and heavy on her chest as I finally fall asleep from the vibrations in her chest and her soft voice.

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sunarintoes · 3 years

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Pretty Setter Squad Boyfriend Headcanons

part one can be found here II wc: 2.4k II includes: kageyama, suga, kenma, akaashi, semi and oikawa II atsumu and shirabu

rewriting because i cringe at the old hcs 😭

✗ Kagggggsss

✗ The emotionally constipated blueberry <3 oh yeahh 😎

✗ Okay well first off he can barely process his emotions (*cough* evidently *cough*)

✗ When you two first started going out he was quite shy and unsure of what to do so you may have had to guide him a bit, but if youre equally shy then it just would have taken longer to get to where you are now; oh and if that was the case it probably took some random burst of energy/confidence from either one of you to make the first move.

✗ He will buy you milk but uf you hate it (like me 🤢) he will buy you another drink - like juice :D

✗ I dont think he will be the most affectionate, it’s not his love language - and neither are words haHAH. His love language is most likely quality time and gift giving.

✗ He does like to cuddle though 😳

✗ In fact he really likes to :D his favourite is when youre sitting in his lap while he watches a volleyball game (at home - he hates pda).

✗ This brings us to our next, short point. Kageyama absolutely despises pda, he just thinks its something meant for closed doors and he does not believe that he has to display his relationship for the whole world to ogle at. The most he will do is light hand holding - mostly just linking your pinkies though.

✗ When it comes to height he does not care if you're smaller or taller than him ← but bb, please don't tease him about his height if he’s shorter because he will blow a fuse.

✗ He alternates between small spoon and big spoon, kinda depending on his mood.

✗ BOY O BOY does he get jealous. Uh please reign in your setter >:(

✗ Its mostly due to the fact that he’s insecure about himself - he thinks you will leave him like everyone else (in middle school - yes, he is still traumatised from it.)

✗ When he does get jealous he might be snappy to the other person and glare at them or be snappy at you and glare at you. When this happens please give him space because he needs it to clear his head. When he feels better he will come up to you and hug you into his chest so that he can’t see your face and you cant see his, then he will mumble an apology.

✗ Ever since you two began to date he has practiced apologising and getting better at apologising, this is because his inability to admit to his own mistakes was a sour patch in your relationship that almost ended it but he really did not want to lose you so he sucked up his pride and worked on what he had to; of course you also worked in what you had to. God I love character development 😩

✗ Dates are mostly at home dates or dates revolving around volleyball. If you're not into volleyball, Kageyama would not date you, it's something he is so passionate about and loves with every breath he takes (like you) and he refuses to compromise one love for the other.

✗ ooooh he likes arcade dates a well! He thrives in a competitive environment. If you're not competitive and don't want to compete against him then he’ll compete for you - against the machines lol. Of course you play as well! But i doubt youre as competitive as this blueberry, and if you are - well i guess at the end of the day youll both be stacked in tokens 🤠

✗ Sugawara my beloved <33

✗ He. Is. So. Affectionate!

✗ Mans loves skin on skin contact ykwim?

✗ He is down for pda and does not care what others think - only what you think <3.

✗ I mean he might make out with you in public if you ask nicely

✗ Dates are very fun with him, he’ll take you to cafes, to amusement parks, to carnivals, to movies and all the like. He’s a cliche lover and he’s proud of it.

✗ Your first kiss happened on New Years Eve/Day. The two of you sat on the roof of his house and watched as the fireworks lit up the starry sky of Miyagi and chanted the count down together. The second ‘one’ left your lips he grabbed your face (softly!!) and pulled you in to crash his lips against yours.

✗ Suga loves to cuddle, preferably face to face because he just thinks you're the most beautiful person in the world.

✗ He is not the most jealous person, he definitely does get jealous but never of strangers. It's more when his close friends or your close friends get a bit too comfortable if that makes sense? He normally plays it off with humour and messes around because he acknowledges that he is insecure and that it is most likely him thinking of the worst case scenario; however if he really does start to worry and get jealous then he will sit you down and talk about it with you. To him, communication is key.

✗ Ngl Kenma is definitely in my top 3 favourites.

✗ I may or may not be a Kenma kinnie 😳🙈

✗ i love my non-toxic gamer boy <33 anywho: no matter what ANYONE says, kenma is definitely affectionate. In fact I'd say he’s one of the most affectionate boyfriends. As we all know, he is shy and introverted but he likes to hang around and spend time with people he likes. He also talks a lot to them. So I hc that he’s a bit of a chatterbox with you and it makes him really happy when you let him talk about a game or a theory he has. He’s a great listener so you can count on him to pay attention to what you say.

✗ if you didn't already have one, he bought you a switch. He loves video game dates especially when he can't see you in person (*cough* lockdown *cough*)

✗ he loves when you sit on his lap when he plays video games. I know everyone talks about sitting on their partner’s lap as some sexual thing and yeah that can happen but most of the time he’s really soft with you and just enjoys being close to you. Loves when you cuddle into him while he plays so that he can place his head on yours or your shoulder.

✗ i think he is a bit shy when it comes to kisses but definitely warms up after a while. He absolutely refuses to sleep if he doesnt get your goodnight kisses. He loves to kiss you on your nose and your cheeks the most. He loves when you kiss him on the forehead and the nose <3

✗ kenma is not one for pda, it's just not his vibe. He prefers intimacy and privacy; his relationship is not a movie for the world to watch and gawk at. Especially timeskip!kenma. Though that does not mean he wont ever show you skinship in public, occasionally he will softly hold your hand and maybe press a light kiss to your cheek.

✗ in terms of jealousy, he is moderate. Kenma, as we all know, has incredible people reading skills, so he understands the situation pretty clearly and knows when you’re uncomfortable/what you think of the situation. Most of the time you can deal with the unwanted attention and he doesnt get jealous, but he does get insecure. He shows this by going quiet and looking away when you look at him, you can cure this by giving him hugs when you get home.

✗ Akaashi my beloved <3 he’s so pretty i can't even-

✗ ugh! Just imagine him in a dark/light academia aesthetic.

✗ perfection.

✗ akaashi is the sweetest most attentive boyfriend, he loves you to pieces and never fails to let you know. He tells you he loves you every morning and every night. He probably makes meals for you and leaves notes in that have a sweet comment like “i love you, you're the best <3”

✗ he love back hugging you BUT also receiving back hugs 🥺✨

✗ akaashi is a booknerd and an introvert. Please cuddle up to him and let him read his book to you.

✗ there are only 2 things that can restore his social battery: sleeping and you.

✗ which means he wants cuddles when he’s tired 😊

✗ he is not jealous. He just doesn't get jealous, maybe annoyed if the third party is being a bit too pushy and you're clearly uncomfortable, but he just never feels jealous. No matter how hard you may try to make him jealous (plz dont cause that's kinda toxic imo) he just won't feel that way.

✗ definitely the ‘mom/dad’ as he carries sinister, pads, bandaids → a whole first aid kit basically, everywhere. Bb must be prepared.

✗ dates are so sweet with him, cute niche cafes and dimly lit libraries. Maybe the occasional abandoned building. He loves spending time with you, so really he's happiest whenever he’s with you; having coffee at McDonalds or a niche cafe won't change anything.

✗ he’s hard to pinpoint for pda. I feel like he’s indifferent about it. He probably prefers to keep it indoors or to just small and sweet gestures (no making out in public sorry-). It definitely comes down to your preferences, if you don't like it then he won't and vice versa.

✗ semi semi semi semi semi semi

✗ omg mr musician

✗ he definitely plays guitar - lead guitar and bass guitar.

✗ skilled fingies for sure 😗

✗ boy why are musicians so hot???? 😫😫😫💦💦

✗ he writes songs about you. Semsem has a bit of trouble saying exactly how he feels, so he writes it and sings it to you with a small little smile and eyes full of love.

✗ off topic but Semu has the best music taste in haikyuu

✗ he loves hugs so much <33 please hug and cuddle with him 24/7

✗ very affectionate, he’s always touching you someway. Loves kissing your forehead.

✗ he is jealous. Yeah definitely. He writes songs about being jealous 🗿 not that you mind of course ‘cause they're bangers. I think he might get snappy when he’s jealous, not directly at you but at the other person. He definitely gets a bit bitchy. Sometimes he acts that way to you so you've just gotta slap some sense into him. Say something like “what's your problem?” or “tell me what your problem is so i can help fix it.” ← that's probably the best thing to say.

✗ afterwards he’ll just snuggle with you until he feels better.

✗ he asks for your opinion about his songs all the time, please be honest (but also praise them if you like them lol)

✗ he takes you to niche spots he finds, like hidden concerts and stuff. Loves when you come to his gigs <3 oh and when you scream for him (in more ways than one).

✗ dates are cute and fun. Mostly walking around together → carnivals, main street, farmers market. Those kind of things.

✗ when it comes to pda he loves it. Loves being able to show the world who his s/o is. If you don't like it then he will tone it down and only do what you’re comfortable with. If you're also into pda then he will happily make out with you anywhere (you're one of THOSE couples 🤢 /j)

✗ all round best boyfie <3

✗ oikawa 😳 have i told y'all how much i love him? Oikawa is the best written character, no cap, he is so complex and real it's crazy. It's so fun to write about him because you can pick him apart, you know his flaws, his weaknesses, his nightmares but also his strengths and dreams. Anywho i'll stop ranting now but i just love writing for such a perfectly imperfect character-

✗ he puts up a cocky exterior but thats all false. He's as scared as you are, he's scared that you'll leave him like his exes because of how obsessed and focused he is on volleyball. However he is a changed man, he's learned to balance his priorities. If you ever feel like you're being sidelined please communicate with him.

✗ he values communication above all else and wants nothing more in a partner than for them to also value communication.

✗ back to the point → if you feel insecure of your relationship and that volleyball is taking too much of his attention let him know. He will change that. To an extent → he may have an important game coming up which is why he is focusing more, but he will always find time for you.

✗ he never forgets to text you good morning and good night. He also sends you wholesome memes and makes sure you're taking care of yourself - they're like reminders for him to also take care of himself.

✗ he is both jealous and insecure. Everyone who gets too close to you or spends a lot of time with you, he is jealous of. Jealous because he wishes he could spend more time with you but he knows he can't - not without jeopardising his volleyball career. He's also insecure, because he knows you could just leave him for a more fulfilling, more attentive, more balanced relationship. You know that too, I mean, of course you could leave him but no one would be as good as him. No one could match up to your beautifully flawed boyfriend.

✗ he is affectionate, very, very affectionate. He loves you so much. And because he spends so much time on volleyball, anytime with you he's touching you - memorizing every dint, every curve, everything about you so that he won't ever forget.

✗ Oikawa has trouble sleeping unless he's with you, he wants to sling to you in his sleep and be grounded and remember that he is loved and cherished and appreciated y'know?

✗ pda is not an issue for him. He doesn't care what anyone else says or thinks :P in this relationship the only opinions that matter are his and your’s. Tell him you're uncomfortable with something and he won't do it, and vice versa. But otherwise, like Semi, he won't mind having a good makeout session with you in the middle of the street ;)

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hi !! i am in love w ur writing omg <33 can i req hcs of miya twins && suna w a crush who is in the girls ( or manager of the boys team if u only do gn!reader hcs ) vball team of inarizaki and they share the same bus or sumn when theyre traveling to another school ? thank u <3

hi hi hi!!! thank you so much <333 and i write fem!reader, hehe, so i made her part of the girls vbc! i hope you like these <3

miya atsumu

i firmly believe none of the hq boys would be picky about the girl they’re dating. like yeah they all say certain traits they want but when it really comes down to it and they are dating you, they won’t be upset if you don’t fit certain previous criteria of theirs

that being said, tsumu would absolutely lose his shit if his girlfriend also happened to be a volleyball player like he’d be convinced it’s fate or something

like he wouldn’t crush on you because of volleyball, he just thought you were a really pretty girl he’d constantly see in the halls and stuff

and listen! he really was planning on asking you out

except asking a girl out has never been so nerve-wracking. like he’s never, ever felt this nervous about it?? and he’d keep chickening out every time he saw you

fast forward to you guys having to travel to another prefecture for a game, and it just so happens that the boys’ basketball team also had a game out of town. between the teachers and coaches, they decided since both the boys and the girls’ volleyball teams were going to the same prefecture, you’d just take the bus and make due

the bus isn’t small, but y’all are a lot, so it’s a bit of a mess when you’re climbing on

somehow, someway, you find yourself sitting next to miya atsumu

pls he will never stop talking about how you two were meant to be after omg

imagine his shock when he looks up from his phone and he sees you sitting next to him his brain literally goes ???!!@#$#&^$#&%(&

you just smile at him sweetly and say, “i hope it’s okay that i sat here. there’s not really anywhere else.”

he can’t really speak. no like he really can’t. he’s. starstruck? just completely gone. you’re just so pretty and now he gets to sit next to you for the entire ride? he’s thanking everything holy

samu smacks him on the head because he still hasn’t replied to you and you’re starting to look a little saddened

“uh, yeah, yeah, s’fine, yeah.” i’m telling y’all he’s secretly a complete dork.

at first he doesn’t really know what to say, he just knows that he really wants to talk to you, like badly, and finally his brain catches up to him and he asks you about volleyball. you two spend nearly the entire ride talking about the sport

his heart would not stop beating insanely fast the entire time

so y’all arrive, and you’re about to head off to the girls’ gymnasium when he stops you. you’re kind confused but you don’t stop him bc !!! hello !!! attractive !!! and kind !!! and interesting !!!

and omg you don’t think you’ve ever seen miya atsumu flustered before, and apparently neither has his brother or his friends because they’re in the back just snickering to each other

and finally, he manages to ask, “do you like, wanna hang out? soon? tomorrow?”

it makes you giggle how red his cheeks are

the relief that floods him when you say yes is unbelievable

he wishes you good luck with your game with a kiss on the cheek that shocks everyone because what a contrast to the person he was literally a minute ago

just v briefly: y’all are THE couple. you know what i’m talking about right? imagine just him being at your games and cheering you on the loudest, kissing you fully on the mouth after disregarding any rules in place, or the opposite, of you cheering him on his games and just jumping at him even though he’s really sweaty and hugging him so tight with your legs wrapped around his waist

no please don’t think about going to the gym with tsumu, where he makes you cling onto shirtless him as he’s doing pull ups and you kiss him every time he lowers himself, or practicing volleyball with tsumu, where he’ll serve a ball onto your ass and have you chase him around the gymnasium until he lets you jump onto him and you both fall on the ground

and no! don’t you dare consider practicing serves with him and it being a competition until you’re both so spent and breathlessly lying on the cold ground next to each other or how proud he is every time he sees you finally achieve something you’ve been trying really hard to perfect —

good bye 🏃🏻‍♀️

miya osamu

okay different from atsumu, osamu knew you were a volleyball player, and he realized he had a crush on after watching you play once

your gymnasium, the girls’, was up for inspection but you had a game against another school so you’d borrowed the boys’. the whole boys team decided to stay and watch and holy shit was he impressed. your team won by a landslide, and it was clear the rest of his team was also impressed by the way they were all speaking about you

after that, you kinda stood out to him more? like, before he wouldn’t really notice you, but now anytime you were around or he heard your name or you were mentioned or he heard your voice he would kind of perk up and his heart would beat a little fast

he was like fuck 😃🔪

you didn’t really share classes with him so it wasn’t too difficult to avoid you until his little crush had wavered

yeah until god himself seated you right across from him on the bus while both your teams were on their way to a different school. it’s not that there wasn’t a bus, the coaches were just lazy and decided to combine you both since you were headed the same way anyways

the entire time he wouldn’t stop staring at you while you chatted with your friends and with some of the boys from his team. you just seemed so. magical. he hated it. why were you so perfect

atsumu was asleep for half the ride so he only made fun of him for the other half. it was v humiliating. 0/10

he thought he had been soooo slick lmfao 😹

he was not

samu’s generally a slick guy but. not right now he wasn’t. not with his crush he isn’t

so when everyone steps off the bus and he’s like stretching out his limbs from being seated for really long, he feels someone tap on his shoulder, so he spins around and sees you and honest to god his blood runs cold

you had a really sheepish smile on your face like you were ready to embarrass him and when you said, “hey i noticed you staring,” on god he wanted to die.

but then you noticed his pale face and quickly went, “no, no, i think it’s very flattering! and i’m hoping it means i get to take you out?”

cue tsumu’s cheering in the back he is so obnoxious bhjdbcdbjc

samu’s mouth is moving but his brain isn’t really working he just likes to thank god that he said yes and didn’t say anything else

this time, you wish him luck with a kiss on the cheek and he really hates how his entire body is just heating up right now so on the outside it looks like he’s not enjoying this in the least, but trust, his heart says others

that was the most nervous you’ve ever been but he doesn’t need to know that

on the bus ride back he invites you to sit next to him in the back, and you’re both a little shy about it all but you make conversation and somehow it ends up with him telling you he loves to cook, which leads to the promise that he’ll cook for you one day

it’s a very sweet conversation where you’re both really excited but you’re also a little nervous about it all

again, briefly: if we’re going with you being a wing spiker like him, then training with samu is so fun. he loves to toss the balls up higher and higher knowing you can’t reach them, until one day you shock him and the ball goes smack on the other side of the court and damn he just fell in love all over again.

tsumu practices with you two sometimes and nine times out of ten he’ll make samu think he’s tossing to him then toss to you instead.

you’d think he’d be quiet and calm while he watches you play? absolutely not he is the loudest. it’s okay you luv him <3

omgomgomg meeting up with samu after both your after school practices are over and you just walking home alone in the quiet and you’re both munching on some snacks and it’s so serene and your hand is in his and you’re swinging your arms playfully and it’s just so

sigh

remember that promise he made to cook for you? every weekend without fail, since he usually wakes up before you, he makes you breakfast, leaves his home, and wakes you up with a little box of your favorites. the tradition never falters. every weekend you wake up to his beaming face with a steaming box of breakfast. husband material

suna rinatarō

with suna, you two briefly knew each other

you shared class with him, and sat quite near him so you were like sort of acquainted with each other. i feel like suna’s not too big on speaking with strangers not because he’s introverted but because he just doesn’t wanna waste his time

he does speak to you from time to time though, mainly just to ask about class or homework or exams

he didn’t know you were on the girl’s volleyball team though, so when you walked onto the bus, and he spotted you, he was really confused. when you spotted him back and waved at him with a bright smile his brain went uh oh

and then you walked closer to where he sat and his brain went UH OH

and then you asked to sit next to him because you’re all the girls are scattered everywhere and aside from them he’s the only one you know here so he just shrugs and goes yeah sure

his brain is going uhohuhohuhoh repeatedly though he’s just exceptionally good at not showing it

you don’t really talk as everyone settles down, each of you is busy looking down at your phones, but when the bus starts moving, suna takes out his headphones and

he offers one to you

vdhjsdshfkwhhesajkdhksf

ok im good

you’re a little taken aback but you accept. the entire ride you two don’t talk, you just listen to music together, and occasionally he hands you his phone to choose a song, and somehow, in the middle of all this, your head fell on his shoulder and his head rested on yours and it was really comfortable and good god does he have a crush on you

when you take out your phone and open instagram/snapchat and start messing with the filters, taking snaps of him and making faces with him, and he gets to hear and feel your little laughs he realizes yeah, maybe he does have a tiny crush on you

tiny

minuscule

you skip away from him after stepping off the bus with a yell of good luck. he makes time after his game to go watch yours and he is thoroughly impressed by your skill. decides maybe it is not as minuscule as he thought.

the boys are on the bus before the girls, so when you walk in, he waves you over and points at his headphones, which makes you laugh a little and rush over to him. this time, he doesn’t wait for the bus to start moving before he hands you one earbud, and just like before, your head rests on his shoulder throughout

middle of the ride, he opens the notes app, and types, ‘you’re really cute,’ while showing you the screen

you take the phone from him and type back, ‘you’re really pretty.’

and then a conversation carries like this until he just straight up goes, ‘wanna go out with me?’

this time, you don’t take the phone from him. instead, you sit up a little, press a kiss to his cheek and whisper, “yes.”

it only shocked him a little a lot

as soon as you’d said that, he relaxes a bit, and as you’re going to rest your head on his shoulder, he brings an arm around you, hugging you closer to him i am going to Scream

briefly: please, imagine just how encouraging it is for suna to see you in the stands at any of his games like it just gives him that necessary boost and whenever he wins he just cups your face and kisses you so passionately yet serenely and there’s that small smile hidden in the kiss only you can feel and tell of

or just imagine you and suna relaxing after a long day of practice in a bath together or you completely drained snuggled in bed as you lazily and sleepily pillow talk

or oh my god, suna coming before a game and helping you do your hair in a braid or anything that will keep it out of your face because he has a little sister and he’s just so good at it and all the girls are fawning over how he’s sitting on the bench with you kneeling between his legs and he’s just working diligently at your hair and once he’s done he just gives your head a little pat before leaning over and kissing your cheek like “all done babe good luck”

or suna watching smugly as you absolutely destroy your opponents or if you ever play with the boys how you never go easy on them and he just

heart eyes <3

end note; im sobbing im this 🤏🏼 close to losing my mind why are they not REAL

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lunar-wandering · 3 years

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“this house is a frickin’ nightmare”

so i. decided to write something for the ‘Sitcom’ AU, which is basically just the concept that post-canon, everyone lives in the same house.... its Fun.

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"Monkey King, get down from the fridge."

"No."

This exchange is what drew MK's attention to the fact that something was happening in the kitchen.

In MK's opinion, it was far too early for something to be happening in the kitchen.

"Wukong, I swear, if you don't get down from there-"

"What- you gonna stab me? Pigsy, you know full well that method is ineffective."

"What is going on?" MK asked, entering the kitchen and, well, seeing exactly what he had expected; Wukong crouched on top of the fridge, staring down at Pigsy, who was glaring up at him.

Still though. Just because he'd expected to see it didn't explain why it was happening.

"Oh hey, kid." Wukong said, taking notice of him. "Everything's fine, you can go back to your room, breakfast will be ready soon."

"It would be done already if you hadn't burned it." Pigsy said, gesturing to the charred remains of what supposedly had been breakfast. "Seriously, can't you follow simple instructions?? Now we've gotta start all over."

"It's not my fault I'm a visual learner." Wukong said, his tail swinging back and forth.

"It was three steps-"

"What's going on?"

MK barely kept himself from startling at the new voice behind him, turning around to see a very tired looking Red Son.

"Breakfast burned." MK said, catching Red Son up on the situation. Red Son hummed in contemplation, walking into the kitchen, picking up a piece of the unrecognizable charred food, and, ignoring the other's growing horror, he ate it.

"...Tastes fine to me." He said, going so far as to grab and nibble on another piece as he turned and left, presumably heading back to his room. The remaining three watched him go in shocked silence.

"....This house is a frickin' nightmare." Wukong deadpanned. Pigsy nodded in agreement.

"Aptly put. Now get off of the fridge."

"No."

MK decided to go back to bed.

It was commonly known, within the household, that somehow, Tang and Wukong continuously managed to get out of doing their fair share of the chores. No one was quite sure how they did it, as the two of them kept coming up with new methods every day.

Today's method was..... interesting, to say the least.

Somehow, someway, they had managed to remove their names from the Chore Roulette Wheel, without leaving any trace that their names had ever even been there. Which was, in fact, rather impressive, considering that the roulette wheel was literally a giant wooden roulette wheel, built by Sandy, and there were no empty spaces were their names used to be, they were just. Gone.

To be honest, MK would've never noticed if Mei hadn't pointed it out.

Now, there was a house-wide search for the two chore-shirkers.

"Found 'em yet?" MK yelled down the stairs into the basement. A few seconds passed, then a unanimous call of "No!" came. MK sighed. If the Spider-gang couldn't find Tang and Wukong down there, then they probably weren't there. (.....Probably. Wukong did have a lot of tricks up his sleeves, and MK didn't put it pass his mentor to use them for something like this.)

That checked off the majority of the house.... which only left-

An enraged scream (courtesy of Mei) from upstairs confirmed what MK had concluded.

They were on the roof.

MK rushed to the stairs, running up them-

Only to pause as he heard a yelp, and a flash of gold fell past the window, followed by a loud thud. MK leaned on the windowsill to look outside, just in time to see Tang fall past it. Wukong, a few branches and grass in his fur from his rough landing, summoned his cloud to catch Tang, before zooming away.

As MK would later find out, in the haste to escape Mei's wrath, Tang had actually pushed Wukong off the roof. Wukong, in return, had unceremoniously dropped Tang on the ground the first chance he got.

Both of their names were back on the roulette wheel by the next morning.

....They still managed to get out of doing their chores though.

"Oh, hey Macaque." MK mumbled, tiredly rubbing his eyes, and Macaque, mid-way through stealing a snack out of the fridge, froze like a deer in the headlights.

"Uh.....hey, bud." He said, slowly closing the fridge door, glancing at MK, who was obviously very tired, then looking at the clock on the wall.

2:43 AM. Okay, he could work with this.

"What are you doing up so late?" Macaque asked, leaning casually against the fridge in an attempt to hide his nervousness. If MK had been more awake, he would've noticed and called him out on it, but as it was....

"Just woke up.... wanted to get a snack." MK said, and Macaque quickly opened a nearby cupboard.

"Here, have this." He said, putting a cookie in MK's hands, before grabbing him by the shoulders, turning him around, and gently shoving him back towards his room. "Now go back to bed."

"G'night, Macaque." MK said, nibbling on his cookie.

"Goodnight, MK." Macaque sighed, waiting until he heard MK's bedroom door click closed again before melting back into the shadows.

The next morning, MK thought he had dreamt the whole thing. After all, Macaque had vehemently denied the invitation to live in the house with everyone else, surely if he had changed his mind and started to live with them, someone would've noticed.

....Right?

"Monkey King?"

"Yeah?"

"Why do you always sleep on the roof?" Red Son asked, "I mean, you do have a room after all, why don't you use it?"

"I just like watching the stars." Wukong said, reclining on his cloud. Suddenly, Mei and MK also appeared beside Red Son, with their arms crossed, looking unimpressed.

"You told me that beds were uncomfortable." Mei said.

"And you told me that you liked the breeze." MK added. Wukong's tail bristled a little, but he still didn't look over at them.

"Well, I mean, all of those are true." Wukong said, "Figured I would just... switch my answers up from time to time, keep things entertaining you know?"

"That doesn't explain why you slept out there in the pouring rain." Mei said, "In fact, the only time we've seen you sleep inside is when we have blanket fort night."

"...The rain was nice?" Wukong said, sounding uncertain. The trio narrowed their eyes.

"Is there something wrong with your room?" Red Son asked, and Wukong flinched.

"No." He said, finally sitting up and looking at them. "Really, my room's perfectly fine, I don't know where you're getting the idea that something's wrong-"

"You're doing that nervous smile again." MK said, and Wukong slammed a hand over his mouth in an attempt to hide what the trio had already seen.

There was a moment of silence, and in that moment, each member of the traffic light trio came to a shared conclusion.

No matter the cost, they would get into Wukong's room.

Almost as though they had actually planned it, the trio took off towards the staircase, ignoring Wukong's yells for them to stop. Hurriedly, Wukong summoned two clones, then rushed after the trio.

Red on got caught on the stairs, the clone grabbing hold of the edge of his coat and dragging him down. It wouldn't be able to hold him for long of course, his fire could quickly burn the clone away, but it would still manage to slow him down.

Mei was captured in the hallway, the clone pushing off the wall to tackle her, accidentally knocking her right into Yin and Jin's room, pining her to the ground as the twins yelped in shock.

...Which just left MK.

Having trained with the Monkey King, MK found himself easily dodging Wukong's attempts to catch him. Slightly out of breath, he skidded to a stop in front of Wukong's door, turned the knob, and opened it.

"I don't really see what the problem is, the room looks fine to me-" MK said, stepping into the room.

"Kid, wait-" Wukong started to say, but it was too late.

MK tripped, tumbling into the room, dispelling the illusion Wukong had carefully crafted and placed over it.

Wukong's room was a mess, to put things lightly. There was stuff everywhere- books, clothes, antiques, food, you named it, it was probably there. It was to the point where there was no place to sleep, the bed being covered in stuff. Which, well, that explained the whole 'sleeping on the roof' thing, but still.

Wukong nervously shifted from foot to foot in the doorway. Red Son and Mei, who had succeeded in freeing themselves, as well as Yin and Jin, who had gotten curious from all the commotion, stared over Wukong's shoulders, taking in the state of the room.

MK sat there for a moment, looking at the mess (and sure, MK's room was messy too, but this-), before slowly turning around to look at his mentor, a serious expression on his face.

"Wukong." MK said, and Wukong stiffened, his nervous smile growing wider at the sound of MK saying his name instead of his title.

"...Yeah?" Wukong said, chuckling nervously as MK's look darkened.

"...I'm getting Sandy."

"Wait, no no no-"

The rest of the day was spent cleaning up Wukong's room, sorting through the piles upon piles of stuff.

Wukong, in a bout of spite, still slept on the roof anyways.

Yin and Jin stared in shock at the scene in front of them.

Everyone in the house knew that Wukong and Tang adamantly avoided doing their share of the chores. (The roof-pushing incident was still fresh in everyone's minds, after all).

So that's why seeing Wukong doing the laundry was very out of place.

"...What are you two staring at?" Wukong asked, snapping the twins out of their shocked reverie.

"It's just....weird to see you doing the laundry, that's all." Yin said, and that-

Well, surprisingly enough, that made Wukong actually pause.

"It is?" He asked, slowly setting the laundry basket down on the ground, subtly nudging it under a nearby table so that it was now out of view.

"Well, I mean, with how you and Mr. Tang utilize every method possible to avoid doing the chores, we never thought we'd actually see you doing one." Jin said.

"...I see." Wukong said, quietly. "Well, in that case. You two saw nothing."

"Wha-"

Not giving them a chance to respond, Wukong flashed a peace sign, then vanished, leaving the twins to sputter in disbelief.

(Later, Macaque returned to the laundry room to pick up the clothes he'd left behind.)

Syntax paused as he stared at the sight before him.

"...What is this?" He ased, drawing the attention of the occupants in the living room.

"A braid train!" MK replied, and honestly, that's what it was. MK sat on the floor, braiding Bai He's hair, Bai He braiding Red Son's, who was braiding Mei's hair. Mei pulled one hand out of Spider Queen's hair to give Syntax a little wave before returning to braiding the queen's hair. Spider Queen gently weaved Huntsman's hair into a braid that looked above professional level. Huntsman was twisted at an odd angle in order to put some braids in Sandy's beard. And Sandy carefully created some tiny braids in Wukong's fur."

"I....see." Syntax said, holding up his phone and taking a quick picture before any of the braid train participants could notice.

"Do you wanna join?" MK asked, "You can either braid my hair or get yours braided by Monkey King. Your choice."

Syntax took a moment to think about it.

He ended up braiding MK's hair.

There was someone in the shower.

Now, usually, this wouldn't be such a mind-boggling thing, but-

All of the house's occupants stared at the bathroom door in trepidation.

"You sure Wukong didn't just accidentally leave the shower on again?" Princess Iron Fan asked, prompting some indignant sputtering from Wukong, who was sitting on Demon Bull King's shoulder. MK shook his head in the negative.

"No, I'm sure I heard someone moving in there." He said, crossing his arms.

"Why don't you or Monkey King just use your true sight and get this whole mystery over with?" Jin asked.

"Yeah, we've already been waiting for like, 20 minutes." Yin said.

"They're in the shower." MK said, "I'm not just gonna invade their privacy like that, regardless of who they are."

The shower turned off, and everyone turned to stare at the door again, in silence. There was some rustling around, and then the door opened.

Macaque. It was Macaque. Who, upon realizing that literally the entire household was standing in front of him, froze.

And then immediately tried to turn and run.

"Oh no you don't." Wukong said, jumping off of Demon Bull King's shoulder, and outright tackling the other monkey to the ground. "What are you doing here?"

"Uh, I live here?" Macaque said, sitting up and shoving Wukong off of him.

"You turned down the invitation to come and live with us though...." Wukong said, slowly standing back up. ".....How long have you been here?"

"Two weeks."

"Two weeks?!" Everyone went into various states of shock.

"How could we not have noticed you?" MK asked.

"You- you did notice me though." Macaque said, "Like, we had a whole conversation in the kitchen at around 3 AM."

"You think I remember what happens at 3 am?!" MK said, holding his head in his hands, and Red Son comfortingly patted him on the back.

"What happens at 3 AM stays at 3 AM." Red Son said, sounding like he was saying some ancient wisdom despite the actual sentence being utter nonsense. Yin and Jin snapped their fingers as a look of realization appeared on their faces.

"That's why we saw Wukong doing the laundry the other day." Yin said, "It was Macaque in disguise!"

"....Yeah, I figured you'd notice if I didn't do some chores, just to clean up after myself." Macaque sighed, and Pigsy turned to glare at Wukong and Tang.

"See? Even the ex-villain does more chores than you two." He said, and Wukong and Tang purposefully looked away, whistling innocently.

"Wait." Mei said, "If you've been here for two weeks, and we haven't seen you use any of the bedrooms... then where have you been sleeping?"

As it turned out, Macaque had been spending his nights in the storage closet, curled up in the darkest corner of the room with nothing other than a blanket and a small pillow. The others, of course, deemed this as unacceptable, and pretty much near shoved him into one of the leftover bed rooms.

...Which he didn't even end up using that night, as it ended up being a night where everyone ended up falling asleep in the living room, blankets and pillows strewn about everywhere.

The next morning, Macaque wasn't there when the others woke up, and there was a brief moment of panic over the monkey's whereabouts-

And then said monkey walked back into the room, using the shadows to help him carry some trays with breakfast on it.

He paused when he registered that everyone was staring at him.

"....What?" He asked, "I woke up first, that means I had breakfast duty, right?"

"I mean.....yeah." MK said, graciously accepting his plate of food. "But, to be honest. I kinda expected you to burn it like Monkey King did."

"Hey, I did that on purpose. For Red Son." Wukong said, "Cause, y'know. He likes charred food. Apparently."

"You did not do that on purpose and we all know it." Pigsy said, "You were just as unaware of Red Son's dietary habits as the rest of us."

"...I literally just woke up and I'm kinda feeling attacked." Red Son mumbled, sitting up. "Should I feel like I'm being attacked?"

"No, you're fine, we're just calling out Wukong again." Spider Queen whispered to him, and Red Son hummed before rolling back over, clearly intending on getting a few more minutes of rest despite the argument starting to occur in the room. Macaque, for his part, remained standing frozen, with MK standing beside him, nibbling at the food on his plate.

"....Should I be concerned about this?" Macaque asked, staring at the fight taking place. MK shrugged.

"Nah." He said, "This is just the same shit as always."

#Monkie Kid #'Sitcom' AU #my writing

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No escaping || Azriel

Request: "Hey! I love your azrielxreader post so much! So may I ask for another one? Like I don't mind if there's +18 content but I need lots and lots of fluff if it's okay with you. I mean if you do that I would literally give my heart to you😂 Anyways thank you !💖" @thatdamfae

Pairing: Azriel x Ancheron!reader

Warnings: my english, mention of smut :)

A/n: sooo I don't know if this is what you wanted, but while I was writing it my mind just ran free 👉🏻👈🏻 if you want something else write me and I'll be more than happy to write it😘

If her sister, Feyre, was talented with paiting, she was wonderful with cooking.

She didn't know how it started, where she learnt; but at some point she wanted to make the food that Feyre brought home more valued, and with a bit of immagination she started to create new way to cook the food.

The resources were limited, but in the new house where she lived with the Inner Circle, with the help of some books, she had learnt a thousands of new recipes.

The girl was making a cake while everyone else were out. Feyre and Rhys were probably at her sister's studio; Cassian and Nesta fighting somewhere else; Mor somewhere in Prythian and her mate, Azriel, she didn't know.

She had left him in bed that morning still asleep when the idea of cooking came into her mind. She knew that everyone would be pleased to come home and find out that she took care of their dinner; they always were.

She didn't stop even when her arms hurt. Few days and it would be the fifth anniversary of her father's death. She couldn't let her mind free, not if that meant feeling that burning pain in her chest like every year.

So she cooked. She filled the kitchen with every type of cake she could think about.

Azriel didn't let himself be heard when he approached the door of the kitchen, watching his mate amused with a grin on his face. She had her hair tied up in a messy bun, her arms were cover with flour and he could have sworn to have seen a little on her nose too, but she quickly gave him her back.

"I'm starting to think that Rhys only hired you as his spymaster because your friendship." she laughed without looking him.

He chuckled not being surprise. She always felt him in someway, no matter how hide he stayed in his shadows, but his presence must thrill their bond to let her know that he was close. Surprisingly, he wasn't annoyed by it. She was the only one from who he didn't want to stay hid.

"Do you have a better suitor for this jobs, dear?" he asked walking behind her and hugging her, resting his head on her head.

Hm, I don't know. Lucien seems quite good in his job, she said through their bond.

He let out a growl, squeezing his arms around her thighter. Even if she kept it casual and would never admit it, she loved made him jealous because all the time it brought them in a long session of intense sex in which he made sure to hear his name out loud from her mouth and not the one of another male, or female.

Not matter how innocent she was; he knew that it was what she wanted and it was a reason to not hold back his insticts that the mating bond had grown inside him.

"Are you here to help your beautiful mate or just importune her?" she asked playfully turning around between his arms and raising her head to look him in these beautiful hazel eyes.

She swept away few hair strands from her face not noticing that she left a long strip on her right cheek of flour.

His eyes shone with devotion. In that moment she was the portrait of sweetness, but he could see deep down her eyes the real reason why she forced herself to be so brightful and busy. Since the beginning he noticed the same behavior every year around those days, but he had never said anything. He knew her, she was the type to elaborate her own pain by herself and needing a long hug at the end of the day.

He couldn't and wouldn't force her to share her feelings, but he could open his arms and held her as long as she needed.

"I liked the idea of watching you get dirty and then waiting you up there with a hot bathtub ready for both of us." He kissed her cheek sweetly and she couldn't hold a laugh when she noticed a bit of flour on his nose.

"Now I see why you need a bath." he looked her confused tilting his head. She put her right hand in the bowl full of flour behind her slowly, and beforehe could see it coming she threw the flour on his head. Her laugh grew louder while she slipped away from his arms and ran at the other side of the table. "You seems dirty too, my love."

He widened his eyes looking her for few seconds before shake off the flour from his hair and sweeping the one on his face without much success.

Her laugh filled the kitchen while he studied what to do with her. She was distracted from the main topic of those days, and he wanted to keep her like that.

She knew better than being distracted around the shadowsinger, but she couldn't focus when her belly hurt from the laugher.

"Another proof that your skills as spymaster aren't very high." she moked him starting to circle the table when he walked toward her.

"Would you like Lucien to help you with your cakes?" he asked raising an eyebrow caressing the table with his fingers while circling it, and she shivered at the thought of those long fingers on her. He smirked reading it on her face.

A daring question.

She did the only thing she knew he didn't like, she shrugged looking like she was actually thinking about. "Maybe cooking is another of one of his many talents."

He stopped, grabbing a chair with both his hands and held it so thinght that his knuckles became white. She stopped as well trying to undersrand what her mate was thinking.

"What is in the mind of yours?" she asked tilting her head.

He smirked looking at her like a prey. "Something that will put at its place that mouth of yours." She hadn't time to elaborate his words because the next second he was standing behind her with his mouth right beside her ear. "Look like this spymaster is still faster than you."

She let out a little yell of surprise while he gently grabbeb her waist and made her turn around to face him again. That brightness in her eyes was the only reason he had needed in the past years to keep fighting with all his strenght to protect their land and assuring her a safe future. It was the same brightness he was determined to not let fall, not even in those sad days.

She needed his love more than ever, and she needed a distraction; so he was going to be it.

He kissed her passionally. She brought her hands behind his neck while he brought her closer with his hands on her waist. When he felt the smile on her lips in the middle of their kiss his knees tremble and his heart started to beat faster.

"Hm, I should use my mouth of mine more often if this is what I get." she said between the kisses. The oven bell rang and she broke their kiss. "I should go and turn off the oven or the cake will burn."

He only grunted in her mouth while he made her back reasting on the table behind her. She felt his shadows move behind her and the parfum of the cake filled the kitchen making her raising an eyebrow.

His hazel eyes were dark and hungry while they stared at her, and she felt her cheeks warming. "No bell is going to save you, darling."

Butterflies flew in her stomach while he lifted her body up to make her sit on the table placing himself between her legs. He brought his hand on her neck with a minimum pressure on it keeping her face close.

"Azriel..." her words died in her mouth when he started to kiss her soft place under her ear and kept doing down for all her neck.

"Good, darling. This is the only thing you are allowed to say until I'm done with you...and unfortunately for you the others won't be back until dinner." he said calling back his shadows with his mind ready to use them to hold her on that table.

She wasn't sure how was possible that he enjoyed it as much as she did everytime, but he did and just like her he had never had enough of her.

Even with five hundreds years of training as the fearest warrior in all Prythian, the only thing that needed to make his legs tremble like jelly was her smile, and to bring him on his knees was her laugher. He was deeply, madly and hopeless in love with the Ancheron girl and no matter how many skies he would have to fly, how many enemies he would have to kill; he would always make sure to make her laugh and if someone would come to him and say he has just one last night among the living; he would bring her out to her favourite places at day and kept in bed all night., holding her body between his arms untild dawn.

#azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #acotar #acotar imagine #rhysand #cassian #batboys #spymaster #velaris #mor #night court #prythian #azriel imagine #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #feyre archeron

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a-supernatural-writer · 3 years

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hcs for poly! tlb with a fem! s/o who’s style is dark academia and is really blunt/logical and smart. she basically gives off a ‘mysterious, quiet, dark, critical’ vibe (she also doesn’t really know how to handle people who are extremely emotional and she doesn’t know how to soothe someone. she’s just really oblivious/clueless when it comes to others feelings). i’m so sorry if what i requested doesn’t make sense or if it was too much. i am seriously incapable of writing anything without making it look like an essay lmao. love your work btw 💕✨

Dark Academia Fem! S/O

Poly Lost Boys x Fem reader

I had so much fun writing this! I love the dark academia aesthetic! And it made perfect sense and it wasn’t too much! Having a lot actually helps me expand and write more so thank you. And I’m the same, once I have an idea, I write a lot, so you’re all good! And awww!!! Thank you!!! 💗💗✨✨ I really appreciate it! I hope you enjoy!

Okay, so you are very different compared to the large number of characters on the boardwalk. Your style consisted of button shirts, sweaters or turtle necks, dress pants or a plaid pleated skirts, cardigans or waistcoats, oxford shoes or even wire framed glasses if you wore them for seeing or just for the look.

To say that you caught the boys attention would be an understatement. You seemed to stand out amongst the crowd and they became curious. You were a mystery to them and they love the challenge.

Somehow, someway, after days or weeks later, you became good friends which soon lead to you dating four trouble making punks. It was tough on both parts, but it happened, and hey, you weren’t complaining.

You were very blunt when you first met them, not really interested in them and more or less interested in the book in your hands. It took a lot of “accidental” run ins to even get you to hang out with them.

You slowly opened up when they offered to take you out for dinner at a local diner. They’re constant joking soon had you letting out small, almost whisper-like giggles and tiny smiles that sent them into a frenzy.

When you would start talking about yourself, your ideas of fun were different from theirs. You liked museums, opera houses, bookstores and going to theaters to see plays. The games you played were chess and cards, and the music you listened to was old. You were pretty sure they thought you were boring but you actually peaked their interest.

After a while of being friends with them, they asked you out. You liked them and the only logical step was to see if you liked them the same way they liked you was to date them, so you said yes.

In general, them having a girlfriend with a 1940s/1950s dark prep look was fun. David and Dwayne like it the most. Paul next, then Marko.

David actually really likes picking out your clothing on most days. You have an extensive collection of clothing with material from cashmere to linen, all the colors consisting of browns, black, cream and even a little dark green.

His favorite thing to put you in is trench coats. Doesn’t matter what color it is, he just likes seeing you in them. Also, there are a handful of times that he has MADE you wear his trench coat. Yeah it almost swimmed on you, but he thought it made you look cute and it fit in perfectly with your look.

Dark academia isn’t only your style, but it’s your way of life. David is the one that plays chess with you. You had to reteach it to him and pretty soon, the two of you had your own little set up in the cave that was always ready for a game of chess.

David is sort of like you… in a way when it comes to others feelings. But deep down he knows that he really likes you and tries to show it the best he can. He took you to a theater to see a play that you were constantly talking about and so he took you on a date. You being you, didn’t realize that’s what it was until he told it straight to your face. Let’s just say you were speechless for the next hour.

Also, when it’s just the two of you, deep inside the cave where your nest is, classical music is playing from your record player. It could be Beethoven, Tchaikovsky or Mozart. Whoever it is, David is the one that will listen to it with you the most. I think he really enjoys classical music and he enjoys it even more if the two of you are cuddling in your bed.

Occasionally Dwayne would join the two of you. You would be sitting in between David’s legs as Dwayne sat in between yours, his head leaning back against your chest. It was like a cuddle pile… cuddle train?? Whatever you wanted to call it, it was cuddling while the three of you relaxed listening to classical music. And it was darn cute.

Dwayne loves listening to you go on and on about any books you were reading at the moment. Whether or not it was nonfiction or even about any type of history. He was down. He lived through a lot and he knew about half of the stuff you gushed on about, but for some odd reason, it never bored him when you talked about it.

He would be the one to get you new books, leaving you sweet little notes tied to them. Of course you thought it was just him being nice and thanked him for it without thinking there was any romantic meaning behind it. Yeah he was one of your boyfriends but it never really crossed your mind that way. He would just shake his head at your obliviousness and give you a small peck on the lips.

Don’t ask him why, but his favorite look on you is a light cream colored blouse with a plaid skirt and Mary Jane shoes. Dwayne is a leg man so… he’s very happy when decide to show off some skin if you decide not to wear knee-socks or stockings with it. Even if you did wear them, he would still be attached to your side the entire night.

Like David, Dwayne would bring you out to a lot of places that were opened late at night. If there was an art exhibition in town or even a museum that was open late, just say the word and he will happily drive you on his bike. Heck, David might even tag along.

Also, late night bookstore dates… oh my heart, it’s too sweet it hurts. There are times that he does have to throw you over his shoulder when the bookstore is closing and you're pretty much refusing to leave. When he does that, you just stay frozen over his shoulder, not knowing if you should be blushing or cursing at him for carrying you like a sack of potatoes.

If anything, you and Dwayne connect very well. You’re naturally very quiet and so is he. Not much is said between you two but there's a mutual understanding that can’t be explained. While the others are out causing trouble, you and him are on the sidelines watching hand in hand or your reading and he's just staring at you as you do so.

Paul and Marko kind of give you whiplash. They’re loud and rowdy and definitely 100% opposite from you. But they interested you. They had a very chaotic outlook on life which made you ask many questions.

Paul found your look sexy. He’s horny and you give off preppy school vibes, he’s living for it 24/7. Constant teasing of you giving him ‘private lessons’ which results with you whacking a book against the back of his head. But it doesn’t stop the reddening of your ears which doesn’t make him stop.

This man is also your designated jewelry expert. You only wear some accessories and they're very simple. So you are very surprised when Paul finds you jewelry that is your style and collects it for you. You like leather watches, guess what, he’s got it for you. You want some fancy victorian looking brooches, he’s got that too. Simple rings with a single jewel in the middle, expect constant ‘will you marry me’ jokes, but he gets you the best.

Also, he’s not overly big into your music selection. He does try to get you into his type of music, which you only like very few and far between. But when you do get him to listen to your type of music, it’s only if you agree to listen to his music the next night. You guys come up with a system and decide to switch every few nights.

Each of the boys have their favorite look on you and Paul's is when you wear a button-up of any color with a simple black tie, a pencil skirt and a pair of Dr.Marten boots. He especially likes the tie… for reasons. God damn it, you know the reasons, get out of here.

He’s a very affectionate boy and he finds your looks over confusion some of the cutest shit he’s ever seen. Probably the first one to tell you that he loves you and you honestly like glitched out. Did you feel the same way? Yes, but poor little thing you doesn’t say it right away, but Paul knows that you aren’t really used to saying things like that without warming up to it. Which is okay. He knows even if you don’t say it.

He definitely steals one of your blazers to put pins on it. Marko helps, putting a few patches on it that they both know you would like. It’s the one item that stands out in all of your clothing and you will wear it if they ask you to.

Marko definitely thinks the look is cute and it suits you very well, but why no color?! You wear dark colors but nothing bright like the colors that are on his jacket. He tries to slip in some colorful clothing into your everyday look, it never goes as planned but you give him an A for effort.

He loves how dark you can be at times though. You want to go to a local graveyard just because? Sure! Let’s go! He’s your designated graveyard buddy. You have many date nights there, looking at all the different gravestones and finding it interesting when you jot down some names in one of your notebooks.

Speaking of notebooks, you have many of them. They were filled with notes from books you’ve read, real life observations or even just some random poetry and short stories that you wrote. Marko would go through them a lot and even sometimes draw little doodles or rough sketches that were thought up from your writings.

When you spend nights down at the Boardwalk, your go to drink isn’t a slushie or a milkshake or even a soda. It’s coffee or tea. Yeah, and only Marko knows your drink orders by heart. None of the others seem to remember them correctly which you thank them for trying but Marko has got them all beat.

Marko likes seeing you in sweaters and in your trousers or linen shorts with chelsea boots. If anything, when the two of you are alone, just wearing a knit sweater and shorts were perfect for him. He likes how cozy and warm you look. He’s very happy when he cuddles you and you are warm.

Now when they tell you that they’re vampires, you think that they’re joking. Vampires aren’t real, they’re a work of fiction. Yes there was a real man named Dracula, but there was no way that they were actual vampires.

Then they showed you hard proof and then there was no denying it at that point. Instead of running away, you were fascinated. You wanted to understand your boyfriends vampire ways that lead to you conducting extensive research and a notebook dedicated to them.

They showed you everything about them, how they feed, to which you didn’t bat an eyelash of watching them feed one night. You were one morbid chick but they saw that as a plus that you didn’t react. You had graveyard dates for crying out loud, nothing really surprised them at that point.

Flying came next and they had a lot of fun showing you just how high they could go with you in their arms. You never screamed at the height, you were too caught up in seeing the overhead view of the town. You could get used to seeing a view like that every night.

Then came the other things; how they slept before you came along, what actually hurt them and what didn’t. There was one time that you stared at their vampire faces for hours because you were taking notes on how their facial features changed.

Soon you had to stock up on more turtlenecks because of the many bite marks they would leave behind from feeding on you if the weather was bad one night. It wasn’t tough adapting to their occasional feeding. A lot of your clothing already covered up your skin so it was easy to hide from people on your nights out.

Not too long after, they popped the question. Would you want to be a vampire? Live forever, never grow up? Be with them for all eternity? You didn’t really need to think about it for too long, you knew what your answer was and so did they even if you didn’t say it out loud. You loved your boys and not much would change.

When you did change, it was entertaining for them to watch. You soon started taking down notes about your progress, comparing and contrasting your experience to their own.

To the eyes of many, you became even more dark and mysterious. You had an aura around you that drew people in, it’s what got you your four vampire boyfriends, only now, it brought in your meal for the night.

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jinkicake · 4 years

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Soft Touches

Osamu, Suna, Tendou, Tsukishima with a s/o that is very sensitive and gets aroused easily.

Miya Osamu x Reader

Suna Rintarou x Reader

Tendou Satori x Reader

Tsukishima Kei x Reader

Here you go anon~ I hope it’s okay. It might be a little OCC because I am still figuring out how to write the Inarizaki boys.

Semi-smutty,,,, Osamu and Suna’s are filfth

WC- 2,184

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Miya Osamu

Osamu is chilling most of the time until Atsumu does something to piss him off

Despite his usual calm and relaxed attitude, he will still notice the first couple of times you tense when he touches you

It could be as simple as you gasping whenever he puts his hand on your shoulder or when you lean into his touch as he cups the back of your neck

Because of his personality, I think Osamu would be very blunt and obvious with his teasing

Especially when he sees how your eyes run all over his body, like he doesn’t want to be subtle with the way he touches you

Osamu loves being near you anyways so, he will always be touching in someway

He wouldn’t touch you in a possessive or overbearing way but more in a light, just reminding you that he is next to you way

Atsumu would use your sensitivity to his advantage as a way to further tease his brother, bringing out the wing spiker’s competitive side just to piss him off

“She always jumps whenever you touch her, are you sure you’re treating her right ‘Samu?”

Now, of course, Osamu isn’t going to bark out that it’s because you’re weak to his touch. No, he’s not going to that. Instead, he will bring you back to his room and make you cry his name out for hours. That way his stupid brother knows exactly how he treats you

“O-Osamu!” You screech as your boyfriend’s talented tongue continues to eat you out like there is no tomorrow. His large hands grip your thighs and hold them up so he can dive his tongue deeper into your entrance, his moans aren’t the only things he mutters against your lips.

“I’m going to eat you out until your legs are numb.” He states lowly and your breath hitches at the way his eyes shine competitively. You love your boyfriend, with your whole being, but sometimes you can’t help but get worried about him. This is one of those times.

“Osamu w-what’s wrong?” You grip his hair tightly, the gray strands tickle your fingers as you try to pull him away from your center but it doesn’t work. Osamu growls out and holds your thighs tighter so he brings you to yet another orgasm. The feeling washes over you as he sucks on your clit, bringing it into his mouth so he can torture it with his tongue.

You don’t mind when Osamu brings you home after school to spend hours between your thighs, you really don’t but, you’re curious as to why he is doing this.

“Stay fucking still.” He orders and you wince at the curse word. Of course, he is pissed off about something. “You still want more, don’t you?” Osamu moves up to hover over you, his dick twitches in shorts at how captivated you look with him.

“Yes, please, Osamu.” You pinch your eyes shut when he runs his hands up your sides, fuck it you’ll find out why he’s angry later.

“Good girl, be extra loud for me, my delicious little berry.”

Suna Rintarou

Suna would very early on pick up what his touches do to you

He always watches you carefully, just observing everything you do, not in a weird way but in a ‘he is so infatuated, never felt like this before’ way

He is always thinking about you like he might not say much but he always plays the conversations you have in his head

So when Suna notices the way you tense when he touches your lower back or when he grabs your hand, needless to say, he is very amused

He would love to tease you but is very innocent about it, to the point that you can’t tell if he is doing it on purpose or not

Like, let’s say you’re at his house and you’re trying to get something off one of the higher shelves. Suna will just slide past behind you and press his crotch into your backside as he easily reaches up and grabs the cup you were trying to get

“You need anything else, baby?” He’d smile down at you but the way his lips are curved show his playful intentions

Suna seems like the type to not play games so if you’re watching a practice of his and he sees the way you react to him, he will not hesitate to fuck you once the practice is over

He seems to be very disciplined, maybe, in a level head sense so you would think he would have the brains for the two of you

That brain leaves his head the minute he gets turned on, like come on he is an Aquarius do I have to say more?

In your defense, it is completely not your fault that you’re getting dicked down in the locker room. It is not your fault that whenever Suna jumps to block a ball his shorts rise up and expose his thick thighs. It is not your fault that his shirt lifts and exposes a tiny bit of his abdomen and his sleeves bulge around his strong biceps. It is not, in any way, your fault that you get so utterly turned on while watching your boyfriend play that you squirm on the bleachers. Suna always watches you so carefully and a smirk always makes its way onto his face when he notices the way your thighs press together.

“You just couldn’t wait? Could you?” He breathes as his hard cock continues to pounds into your entrance, drilling so deeply into you that your eyes roll to the back of your head. “I forgot how much of a whore you are.” Suna chuckles quietly and presses kisses all over your shoulders, it’s odd how rough his words are with you but he holds you like you’re made of glass. One of his hands grips your throat while the other grabs your hip so he can press you further against the locker, you’re not going anywhere. “Did you get turned on while watching me? I could see the way you were squeezing your thighs together, did that help your little pussy feel better? Or is my cock the only thing that is able to satisfy you.”

Suna is always so quiet but when it comes to fucking you, he always has the dirtiest words to say.

“Rintarou, please,” You whimper and your tall boyfriend squeezes your throat, unknowingly trigger your orgasm.

“You need me to go harder? Huh? You-“ He cuts himself off with a loud grunt as he feels your walls clench around his length, Suna continues to snap his hips into yours and fuck you through your orgasm. “I forgot how much you like getting choke, sweet little thing.”

Tendou Satori

Tendou will tease you all the time

He does not care where the two of you are, he either has a hand around your hip or on your thigh

Tendou does not know subtle either, he probably likes making a show of touching you in front of other people because it shows them who you belong to~

He loves to watch you get flustered and cower under his gaze, when you try to hide from him it just makes him want you even more

Tendou will purposely stand behind you, with his arms wrapped around your waist and his face buried into your neck, so he can grind into your ass

Whenever you’re talking Tendou will purposely drag his eyes all over your body, not hiding in any way that he is staring at your lips or your chest or your thighs

If you stutter or lose your train of thought, he’d be suuuch an asshole

“Keep going angel, what were you saying?”

Innocent bastard.... like he isn’t the one eye fucking you in public

Tendou just likes to play with you and if you try the same thing back with him,,,, he will fuck you right then and there. He goes from playful to serious in seconds

“Now, now, Semisemi you’ll get a girlfriend someday!” Tendou waves to his friend and the brewing setter flicks him off as he walks away. It’s early in the evening and practice just ended when Tendou says goodbye to his teammate. Much to his delight, he finds you outside the gym waiting for him. “Ah, you came to see me, how is my favorite angel today?” He coos and his arms immediately wrap around your shoulders to bring you into this chest.

“Fine,” You roll your eyes, and Tendou smiles fondly down at you, flirting his eyes towards your lips.

“Tell me about your day.” He moves his lanky arms down to your waist and doesn’t ignore the way your breath hitches.

“Well, I had that test in bio today, which was awful, and then in- Tendou!” You scold at his wandering hands, trying to slap them away but Tendou keeps his grip on you. “In literature, I almost fell asleep. Wait why are you asking me when we literally sit right next to each other?” You scoff and Tendou leans down to rub his nose against your jaw.

“Is it a crime for me to be curious about how my little love’s day went?” He pouts at you and you relax into his hold, loving the way he touches you more than anything else.

“I mean with the way you stare at me all day, you’d think you already know how my day went.” You sass back and Tendou nips at your neck, pulling you flush against him so that he can rest one of his legs between your own.

“Touché.” A weak noise slips from your lips as Tendou works his way up to your neck. “You got me there angel.”

Tsukishima Kei

Every time I write something about Tsukishima I always start off with how much of a little shit he is, so here we go. Tsukishima is a little shit

This mf is another one who is very observant so he picks up very easily just how sensitive you are

His eyes would lighten and a small smirk would appear on his face whenever you shudder at his touches

It could be as simple as him running his fingers along your spine and he goes crazy when you whimper, he relishes in all your reactions

When Tsukishima finally understands all the giveaways that tell when you are turned on,,, you’re in a for a long ride

Tsukishima would be so teasing and would act so innocent like “oh my, (Y/N) are you okay?” Or “what’s wrong?”

He will purposely do stuff just to get you all hot and bothered, he’ll stretch his long arms above his head and watch as you drool at the way his shirt rises and exposes his skin

Tsukishima loves how sensitive you are and not for the reason you may think,,,,

Like sure he loves to use it to his advantage to tease you but I think he would LIVE to hear the noises you make every time he touches you

He just likes to know that he is the one making you feel good </33 He loves hearing the praises you have for him, he gets off to it

“You know how sensitive I am, Kei!” You stomp your foot like a child and your boyfriend just covers his mouth to try and muffle his snickers. His glasses flash when he tilts his head down to hide his face from yours, more specifically so he can get himself under control. “They definitely thought we were going something gross.”

You physically cringe as you think back to the way Yachi gasped at you with wide eyes, her face turned completely red. Yamaguchi reacted pretty much the same as an awkward silence fell over the table. All you wanted was one, nice, double date but that was too much to ask for. Tsukishima simply could not keep his wandering hands to himself.

“Shut up, who cares.” He rolls his eyes and you puff your cheeks out at him, trying to calm yourself down.

“I care! They probably thought that-“ You whine and Tsukishima tilts his head down at you, encouraging you to continue.

“Thought what?” His eyes hold you in place and you turn your face away from him.

“That you were touching me or something!” Tsukishima laughs loudly at your explosive words and you frown even more, he reaches out to grab your hips and squeezes roughly to make you moan once more. “K-Kei, ah.”

“Oh, you mean like they thought I was fingering you or something?” He mocks and you want to slap that smirk right off his face. His vulgar words make you choke. “Sounds like you really wanted me to touch you. Hmm? Don’t worry, I will, you just have to beg first.”

Your heart is practically beating out of your chest and with the way Tsukishima is towering over you and looking at you with such a hungry gaze, you can’t find it within yourself to be angry at him anymore.

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