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hwaslayer · 7 months

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project: make you love me (jyh) | eight.

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—summary: yunho can’t stand how you’re so wrapped up in the notorious campus fuckboy, park seonghwa. he would gladly love you the way you deserve, despite being shy, awkward and the complete opposite of seonghwa. thus, when he finds himself spending more time with you over literature reviews and random study sessions, he decides to take on the challenge to win you over.

—pairing: jeong yunho x f. reader x park seonghwa

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers/friends to lovers, college au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 3.2k

—chapter content/warnings: scary movie night with friends!!, flashback scene with seonghwa 😅, snuggles, holding hands, yunho is the sweetest and super gentle with oc 🥺, a kiss on the cheek hehe, the next two updates will also be very crucial for these lovebirds!! 🖤

"What else should we buy in this aisle?" Chaery slowly pushes the cart down the chip aisle.

"Dude? We already have so much chips." Seungmin points at the popcorn boxes, nachos and other chips already sitting in the cart. "We haven't even gone to the desserts yet."

"Kim Seungmin, we are hosting a scary movie night. Back to back scary movies." She pauses to glare at him. "Of course people are going to look for food. We need to over-compensate than under-compensate." She continues to lecture him.

"She's kinda right." Soobin shrugs. "Gotta be good hosts." He shows the big pack of sour worms in his hand. "Sour worms?"

"Yes, but for decoration!" She grabs the bag and tosses it into the cart.

"Decoration?"

"Yeah, I'm going to put it into a fancy jar and organize it all cutely." Chaery giggles, making you shake your head as you trail behind with Soobin.

"Can we please just eat these normally?" Seungmin continues to bicker with Chaery as they finally lead the way out of the aisle and onto the baked goods/dessert section. Soobin tucks his hands in his pockets, looking down at you with a smirk. You furrow a brow, confused as to what he's smiling like that for.

"What? Weirdo." He laughs and shakes his head.

"Oh, nothing." You playfully hit him on the bicep. "Ouch!"

"You can't just look at me then say that."

"Nah. It's nothing serious. But, Yunho is still coming right?"

"Yes." You squint your eyes at him.

"Goodluck making sure Chaery stays quiet."

"Oh hush, she'll be fine."

"Mhm." He wiggles his eyebrows.

"Just friends, remember?"

"Hm." Soobin hums. "We'll see about that tonight."

"Choi Soobin, what is that supposed to mean?"

"Scary movies are the best environment for PDA."

"Or, scary movies are just a good environment for friends in general."

"Mm, no." Soobin shuts you down, making you scoff. "But, we can say that if it makes you feel better."

"It does." You continue to squint at him. "You guys are such instigators."

"Sorry." He smirks. "Just know I think it's adorable." You make a face and roll your eyes. "On a more serious note, have you heard from Seonghwa?" You shake your head.

"Not really. Not after I told him we should end things." You shrug. "He can be mad all he wants, but I'm done with it. He doesn't realize he's wrong."

"Good." Soobin scratches at his temple. "What if he ends up running back to you, though?"

"No, I highly doubt that." You say lowly. "Why?"

"Just wondering. I, um, was just reminded of when Seonghwa never wanted to join in on movie nights or our kick-its. I know it's a small thing but it meant a lot to you. It's nice knowing Yunho is making the effort, even as your friend."

"Mm, yeah." You look at your feet as you continue to walk alongside of him.

♣︎ FLASHBACK

"Hwa." You gently nudge him while lifting your head from his chest to look at him directly in the eye.

"Hm?" He hums, eyes still glued onto his tv screen in front of him. The both of you lay in his bed, his apartment awfully quiet after San and Mingi left for a late night fast food run. Seonghwa's fingers gently trace circles on the edge of your shoulder, his expression flat as he continues to watch the show that's on.

"We're having a movie night at the apartment in a few days. You should come." He lets out a small, pathetic chuckle before shaking his head.

"I don't know."

"Why not? You never come even though it's just my roommates and a few of our friends."

"Exactly. I don't know your friends like that, so why would I go?" You furrow your brows and lift your head from his chest.

"So wouldn't you take that as an opportunity to get to know them?"

"What makes you think your friends are interested in getting to know me? I know they don't like me." Seonghwa has a small smirk forming at the corner of his lips.

"Because they're my friends at the end of the day. They'll still try because they know it matters to me. Just like me asking you to do the same with them."

"It's just weird. I don't wanna be around people who don't like me. On top of that, I know they're your friends, but I'm sure they truly care less." He sighs. "Sorry, I just don't see myself doing it."

"Not even for me?"

"Why do you have to form it that way? You're trapping me into the situation." You roll your eyes, throwing your leg over him to start getting dressed again. "Where are you going?"

"Home."

"I'm being honest, Y/N. I don't see the point of this." He sighs and tries to grab at your wrist. "You don't have to act like that. If it really makes you feel better, I'll do the next one. Okay?" He says just to give you what you wanna hear, though he doesn't mean it and he'll find another way to get out of it.

"Nevermind. Just forget it."

♣︎ END

"My point is.. people always realize after they lose something good. I just don't wanna see you get hurt by Seonghwa again, is all." Soobin chimes in again.

"Thanks." You give him a small smile. But, it immediately fades when you both hear Seungmin and Chaery bickering over the types of dessert they should buy, and whether or not Chaery should arrange a small charcuterie board last minute. Soobin cuts in and tells Chaery not to, while grabbing a pack of freshly baked cookies for dessert. He takes the cart from them and heads towards the self-checkout, making you laugh at how frustrated he's gotten in the past few minutes. When you and your roommates finally get home, you all get washed up and clean the apartment to start setting up the food at the table.

You're excited to see Yunho tonight, especially since you both haven't seen each other over the weeks due to tremendous amounts of tests, papers and projects. But, he still checked on you through random texts and calls, keeping it short for the sake of deadlines and letting you get rest. But, you missed Yunho, his company. You missed the random walks. You missed the McDonald's runs. You missed seeing him in the library— which, you haven't really gone to just because you've been spending more nights studying with your roommates comfortably in your apartment.

You remember asking him if he was still down to come tonight, reassuring him that he wasn't obligated and that you'd completely understand if he had other things to do. To be honest, you were ready for it. You were ready for Yunho to tell you he indeed did have other [better] things to work on.

'Nope. I'm gonna be there.'

Is what he surprisingly comes back with when you tell him. When you heard his response on the other line, you felt your palms get a little sweaty, nerves starting to get to the best of you. How could you keep him entertained? Did he feel pressured? Did he even want to go? What was he going to think of you with your friends?

He is going because he is genuinely interested in going, right?

You couldn't help but overthink.

"Hey, what're you thinking about?" Chaery looks at you before unloading the chips into a big bowl.

"I hope Yunho didn't feel pressured or obligated to come."

"Are you kidding?! Absolutely not!" She sets the empty bag aside. "If he didn't want to come, I am certain Yunho respects you enough to be honest about it. But, I genuinely think he wants to come and just hang out with you." Chaery brushes your hair back. "Don't think that way, babe. If I were him, I'd love to spend time with you, too." You chuckle and roll your eyes.

"Please. We are just friends."

"For now." She winks with a playful pinch to the arm. "Promise he will enjoy himself."

"Thank you." You poke out your bottom lip. "So, how can I make myself useful?" She laughs.

"You are always useful. But, a bit of help with organizing the snacks would be great! People are gonna be here soon." You chuckle and help her set up the rest of the snacks, spreading the decorations across the table shortly afterwards.

Just as she had mentioned, your friends started arriving quickly— all falling into your apartment one by one. You start to worry a bit when Yunho hasn't arrived, anxiously fiddling with your fingers and checking your phone. You head into the bathroom to relieve yourself and take a moment to calm down.

If he didn't want to be here, he would just say so.

You let out a breath and swing the door open, eyes landing on the front door ahead.

"There you are! She's finally done doing her business—" Your eyes widen when you see Yunho standing next to Seungmin, furrowing your brows at your roommate for having no filter most of the time.

"Seungmin." You say with clenched teeth, making him laugh.

"Kidding! Jeez." He gently taps Yunho on the arm with the back of his hand. "Anyway, I'm gonna help Chaery with the rest of this stuff in the kitchen. Feel free to grab whatever you need and get comfortable." Seungmin jogs over to the kitchen, leaving you and Yunho alone.

"I honestly thought you were gonna back out last minute." Yunho raises a brow before laughing a bit.

"Is that what you think of me?" You shake your head. "I told you I wanted to come."

"I'm glad you didn't change your mind." You smile up at him. "Hungry?"

"A bit?" You laugh and show him to the food, letting him greet your friends and roommates on the way. Yunho helps himself to a slice of pizza, while you take two— getting a bowl of chips and popcorn to share before you plop onto the couch and set your things down on the coffee table. Everyone is pretty much situated at this point, all sprawled throughout your living room while waiting for the first movie to play.

"Okay! Is everyone ready?!" Chaery asks, making sure everyone has their food before beginning.

"Let's go! Play it!" Hyunjin responds excitedly from the floor. And with that, the first movie begins: The Devil Inside.

Of course, with any scary movie, things can start off slow. It gives the illusion that it may not be as bad as you think— when indeed, it eventually does get to that point. Yunho sits next to you on the couch, hugging close to the arm rest to give you space in case you needed it. But, he feels your leg brush against his and he feels himself loosen up. He doesn't feel so tense when you set your plate back onto the coffee table and give him a few gentle taps on the thigh, asking him if he needs anything with that pretty smile of yours. He almost gets lost in the way your eyes twinkle when you look at him, the way your smile feels so genuine.

You are warm.

You are safe.

"I'm okay." Yunho responds to your question with a low whisper. You give him a small nod before proceeding to eat your food while watching the movie.

As the movie progresses, there are a few moments when you've already had to sit back and cover your eyes, the scenes too intense for your liking. Yunho actually hates these movies, truly. He can't stand them because he hates the visuals, the sounds. He doesn't really know where he lies about all this stuff, he truthfully wouldn't know how to explain it. But, he just doesn't like it. It's unsettling, and it's not his cup of tea. Of course, probably stating the obvious for most people.

The point here is that even if you had told him about the movie choice beforehand, he'd still show up. Because he genuinely wants to be here with you. He'll take any time he gets outside of school purposes.

"Oh shit!" You jump from the loud sound, instantly covering your face and digging it against Yunho's shoulder. He laughs at you, before wrapping his arm around your waist— pulling you closer to his body.

"It's okay, it's over." He chuckles, looking at you while you continue to hide behind your hands.

"Don't lie to me!"

"I would never. I promise."

"Ugh." You whine. "I'm sorry, I'm gonna hide from time to time."

"It's fine, I don't mind."

"Really?" You look up at him as you find your body comfortably resting against his, Yunho's arm still wrapped around you to keep you there. He simply nods with a small smile, subtly biting onto his bottom lip when he feels you adjust in your position and scoot even closer. Yunho is trying his best not to be stiff, awkward; but in all honesty, he likes having you close and he just wants you comfortable.

"Really." He whispers as the intensity in the movie climbs again. You smile at him before returning your attention to the tv, Yunho's hand gently resting on your thigh.

"Dude." Seungmin whispers over to Chaery and subtly nods in your direction. "Cute."

"Stop." She harshly whispers back with a playful tap to the chest. "Leave them!"

"Says you." Seungmin bites back sarcastically before earning another hit on the bicep.

You continue to let Yunho hold you, hand gently resting against your thigh as you keep close to him. He draws tiny circles on the surface of your leggings, making you silently giggle to yourself from the ticklish feeling due to his gentle touch. At some point, your hand lingers near his, but you're too afraid to make the first move [if any]. So, you don't. You can barely focus on the movie because you're too busy deciding if you should just say fuck it or not.

The movie says otherwise, though. Especially when a loud jump scare happens yet again.

"Oh my god, can they stop doing that!" You jump, hands coming up to cover your face.

"Y/N, watch the movie." Yunho teases, trying to pry your hands away from your face.

"Only if they promise to stop the bullshit." You joke.

"Okay, I'll call them and discuss." Yunho successfully pries your hands off after that statement, eyes peering into yours to check if you're okay. He doesn't necessarily let go of your right hand, letting you lace your fingers with his.

"You're funny." You giggle.

"At least you're laughing, though." He smiles. "Promise the rest of the movie won't be that bad. I got you, okay?"

"Okay." You nod, sinking back into your position against Yunho, hands still laced together.

"Comfortable?" You smile at him.

"Mhm. If you are."

"Don't worry about me. As long as you don't feel threatened by the movie." You let out a small laugh.

As the movie continues, your position shifts in a way where you're almost laying onto Yunho, while he continues to have an arm wrapped around you and his hand locked with yours. Being with Yunho makes you feel comfortable, and the movies seem less threatening with him here. You can handle scary movies for the most part, but having him feels like a warm blanket on a cold, snowy day; having Yunho feels like the one sunshine ray poking through the clouds.

Yunho is safe.

The rest of the movie goes on, with Yunho being there to soften the blows of the remaining jumpscares. Before the next movie, you run to grab a few more snacks, with Yunho still welcoming you in his arms just like before. When the second movie gets rolling, things continue in the same manner with him. No one is really batting an eye, but everyone is also aware that you and Yunho have gotten closer lately. They try to mind their own business, except they all can agree on one thing: You deserve better than Park Seonghwa. You have been happier without him.

That's all that matters.

During the second movie, Yunho continues his subtle acts of affection— little pinches on your thigh, squeezing your hand, caressing the surface of your hand with his thumb as his way to console you, teasing you whenever you hide;

Nothing more, nothing less.

And it brings you so, so many butterflies. Yet, you're still not really sure of what you feel for Yunho. Maybe you're scared, maybe you're overthinking? Maybe Seonghwa was partially to blame since you're afraid of getting hurt. But, what you do know is that you hate when the movie marathon comes to an end because this means your friends go home, Yunho goes home.

Everyone does their role in helping you and your roommates clean up, even though you've reassured them that they didn't need to. With that, the house is clean under half an hour, friends bidding their farewells shortly after. Yunho sticks around to make sure nothing else is needed, giving you leverage to join him outside once your roommates thank him for his help.

"What a night." Yunho laughs at your statement just as he slips back into his shoes, throwing his hood over his head.

"Exhausting?"

"A bit." You giggle. "I can walk you to your apartment—" Yunho shakes his head.

"No, then who is gonna walk you back?" He smirks. "We'll go back and forth." You snort.

"Fine." You cross your arms and look up at him. "Did you have fun, though?"

"I did have fun watching you cover your eyes and accidentally hit me from time to time." You laugh.

"Hey!"

"Kidding. I did." He chuckles and gently taps you on the tip of your nose. "I'll be okay on the walk over."

"Okay." You smile. "Thank you for coming, and for being my shield?" You say in a questioning tone and Yunho smiles.

"Of course." You walk closer and open your arms for a hug, immediately wrapping them around his waist when he pulls you in. You hold your position against him for a bit, taking in his scent while he continues to hold you.

Yunho is warm.

Yunho is safe.

When you finally pull back and look up at him, you hesitate with your next move. But, with the way Yunho continues keep his gaze on you, you almost feel like he's expecting your next move. Maybe he'd like it? You can't exactly help yourself, either. He was so sweet and gentle with you earlier, and he didn't have to come tonight. He didn't have to, especially not knowing anybody besides your roommates. Yet, he did. And he was there by your side the entire time.

You can't exactly help yourself.

So, you toss the overthinking out the window, tippy-toe and give Yunho a chaste kiss to the cheek. He smiles a bit, ears instantly hot and red.

"Seriously, thank you."

"You don't need to thank me, Y/N. I like your company." He digs his hands into his pockets. "Get some rest."

"Okay. I will. Goodnight, Yunho."

"Goodnight." He bites onto his bottom lip before turning on his heel for the lonely walk back to his apartment. It's a little past midnight and Yunho really does feel the loneliness the farther he gets from your apartment. When he steps into his own, he kicks his shoes off and gets ready for bed. As soon as he slips into his covers and his head hits the pillow, he can't help but think of you.

You.

Tonight, Yunho doesn't think sleep will find him. But he's okay with it for once. Because it's you— you're the reason why sleep won't find him. You're the reason why he's been happier.

You.

And he hopes you feel the same way, too.

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zeciex · 8 months

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A Vow of Blood

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on. This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: “You will be trapped by the obligations of love and duty, unable to escape the web of expectations others have woven around you,“ the witch said….

Daenera Velaryon returns to King’s Landing with the intention of bolstering her mother’s position and reminding both the Greens and nobility that Rhaenyra is the rightful heir to the throne. She has a specific goal in mind: to be a constant source of annoyance to the Greens and is willing to play the political game without hesitation.

However, what catches her off guard is the way Aemond gazes at her and seems to relish in her suffering. He openly expresses his desire to bring about her downfall, her ruination.

This situation leads to a tense game of cat and mouse, with each move escalating the already high stakes. Will their precarious situation crumble as the dragons soar above, or will fate intervene?

After all, love often demands the sacrifice of duty, just as duty can sometimes lead to the demise of love. Characters: Aemond Targaryen X OC, HOTD characters.

Chapter 7: Gossip and Needlepoint

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Tris Caswell had joined Daenera in her chambers, the two sitting beside each other with their needlework in front of them, the sun streaming in from the windows and balcony, bathing the room in a warm light.

“I thank you for the invitation, Princess Daenera,” Tris spoke quietly, her fingers untangling a piece of string with skilled precision.

“I should be thanking you for your company and willingness to help me improve my needlepoint. Though, I fear you’ll be rather disappointed in my abilities as a student,” Daenera mused with a sly smile on her lips, pressing the needle into the fabric, starting the work on what was supposed to become a snapdragon. It might have been an overachievement on her part.

“I’m sure it won't be that bad,” Tris laughed, working the blue thread into the needle before she began her own work on a whole image of flowers. It was a piece she had been working on for some time. With blue forget-me-nots and red roses, with a bird swooping down to catch the worm wiggling among the soil. It was quite stunning.

“I assure you it is,” Daenera promised. “I must admit that it isn’t the only reason why I’ve asked you to join me, though.”

“Oh?”

“You see, I believe needlepoint isn’t your only skill,” Daenera continued coyly. “A quiet girl such as yourself must be privy to quite a lot of gossip.”

Tris made a face, an upside down smile, delight shining in her eyes. “‘A girl such as myself’... by that you mean easily overlooked and discounted?”

“The quiet ones are often the most dangerous. They see, they hear, and they gather. I’m sure you have a lot of interesting tales to talk about.” Gossip and rumors thrived within the walls of the Red Keep. They were like the gardens, well kept and sustained each time they got told. Gossip watered by rumors, rumors fed by speech, the two growing, living, thriving. To dismiss gossip as baseless talk was to do it a disservice. Gossip and rumors were a great weapon to be wielded, and could often give a glimpse into the character of a person. It was a thing to behold as much as it was a thing to be weary of.

“I have heard some talk about Lord Redwyne’s second daughter has been quite taken with a certain Kingsguard,” Tris Caswell said bemused.

“Oh has she now,” Daenera engaged, not really interested in the crush of a second born daughter. “Which Kingsguard might that be?”

“Ser Criston Cole,” Tris squealed at the thought of it. Daenera blinked, not expecting that particular Kingsguard to get involved in such debasing matters.

“Has anything come of it?”

“No,” Tris sighed. “The knight is quite devoted to the queen and his vows. The last time I heard him involved in anything was…”

Tris looked over at Daenera with uncertainty and discomfort, unsure of whether to continue or keep quiet. Daenera already knew of what she was speaking. It was an old rumor, nothing to be proven and quite frankly sounded more like a way to dig at her mother than anything else.

“Do you think there’s more to the queen's relationship with her sworn protector?” Daenera inquired, eyes cast to her embroidery piece as to not make Tris more uncomfortable. Her tone was simple, as if the question had no certain meaning or use.

Tris shifted, the fabric of her dress scratching at the wooden seat. Her lips had pursed in thought. “I’ve heard no such thing. The queen isn’t likely to abandon her vows to the king. She’s quite devoted.”

Daenera hummed dissatisfied. If there had been an inkling towards a relationship between the Queen and the Kingsguard, then perhaps there were something to it. But as it stood, there was no such thing. And without the mere suggestion of a rumor, Daenera couldn’t very well use it to her advantage.

“I’ve heard that other Kingsguards are less devoted to their vows than Ser Criston is,” Tris continued, fixing another string to the needle, this one brown instead of blue. “Ser Willis Fell is said to frequent the brothels.”

Of course the Kingsguard’s knights frequented brothels and whores. Their vow’s may say that they should take no wives nor father no children, that didn’t mean they werent inclined to spend a few coins on a good fuck. And Daenera was sure that there were a couple of bastards in Flea Bottom that derived from one such union.

“But you’ll find that a lot of the Ladies at court are swooning over Ser Criston and the twins.”

“I can understand the appeal of the twins, but I’ve yet to understand why anyone would ‘swoon’ over Ser Criston. With his history of violence, I would have thought that he’d have been thrown out of the Kingsguard long ago. I mean, he did beat someone to death at a royal feast.” Daenera jabbed the needle through the fabric unceremoniously and was subsequently pricked by it. Her whole body jerked and she waved her hand in the air and then watched a drop of blood well up. She brought her finger to her lip and thought about the witch.

“I suppose the Queen influenced that decision,” Tris said, head lolling to the side as she surveyed her art piece. Then she turned to Daenera with a wicked grin on her face. “Do you think the twins are identical everywhere ?”

Daenera couldn’t keep the amusement from her face. “They are identical, are they not?”

“One of my maids said she once saw Ser Erryk Cargyll in full,” Tris chuckled, a red tint upon her cheeks. “Said he was well endowed, she did.”

“It wouldn’t surprise me,” Daenera admitted.

“Do you think… that maybe, perhaps, as they are identical twins, that they share the same… women?”

“Tris!” Daenera squealed in outrage, Tris laughed, hiding her face behind her embroidery. The two laughed together. “It really is the quiet ones!”

“What?! I can assure you, I am not the only one that has been wondering. It has been brought up many a time in my embroidery circle,” Tris defended herself.

“What embroidery circle is that? Full of wide eyed maids, bored wives and old crones?”

“Pretty much.”

Daenera shook her head. She hadn’t expected Tris to be so obscene. It was quite refreshing. “You and I are bound to be fast friends.”

“Friends? Truly?” Tris sounded astonished, as if she couldn’t really believe it.

“Of course,” Daenera said. “I’m in need of friends and would count myself lucky to call you one.”

A soft smile graced Tris’s face, her cheeks still red, eyes big and wide under heavy eyelids. “I’d like that very much.”

They sat for some time, sharing stories and gossip, all the while working on their embroidery pieces. To say that Daenera had a knack for it, was to spit in the face of The Mother and lie about it. Even Tris’s expert advice couldn’t save the misshapen snapdragon. It was a disaster and half-way through, Daenera decided to give up her attempt and instead just littered the fabric with lines and x’s, just to give her hands something to do.

“You’ve told me most of the court gossip about all the lords and ladies,” Daenera ventured, putting her embroidery down to pick up the cup of tea that stood on the small table, blowing at the steam before taking a sip. “But you have yet to tell me about any of the princes.”

Tris glanced around, eyes searching for prying eyes or ears. Anxiety rippled from her, the possibility of getting caught gossiping about one of the princes, enough to cause such a reaction. Daenera understood what it was she was asking. It was one thing to gossip about Lords and Ladies, another thing entirely to do it about royalty. If only the rumors of her own parentage and her mothers supposed debauchery were treated with the same degree of concern.

“I’m sure you’ve heard things,” Daenera pressed. “Princes are not likely to keep out of trouble.”

“It is not that,” Tris muttered, leaning in closer to Daenera, the expression on her face one of concern and apprehension. “I should not speak ill of the princes, my Lady Princess.”

Daenera put her hands on Tris’, hoping to invoke some comfort and a sort of confidence in her own ability to keep quiet. “I only wish to know what I am dealing with.”

Tris swallowed, keeping her voice low and conspiratorial. “I’ve heard rumors, Princess… Of Aegon leaving the castle at night, slipping away from his guards, only to turn up in Flea Bottom.”

Daenera nodded, keeping her face reassuring.

“It is said that he has a taste for wine and women. That he frequents the brothels.” Tris continued, licking her lips nervously and inching closer to Daenera, her hand warm and sweaty. “It is said that he’s indulging in all things debauched… And here, at the castle, he’s known to terrorize the serving girls and maids. The queen keeps it quiet, but the servants are afraid of him. That is why they often avert their gaze and avoid being alone in the room with him. You must have wondered why the servants always walk in twos.”

“ Is he…?” Daenera didn’t speak the words, but the two women knew exactly what she was referring to.

“No,” Tris said, chuckling uncomfortably as she dismissed Daenera’s wonderings with the wave of a hand. “No, he wouldn’t. He’s the prince… He can get handsy, but I don’t believe he’s as shameless as that.”

And the Queen’s influence was clear. Even with the rumors of Aegon’s proclivities, she still managed to keep the worst of him hidden. Daenera couldn’t be sure of course, but that didn’t make her any less suspicious. Aegon had always delighted in making people cower, especially when he had power over them. A boy without control in his own life, seeking the control he sorely lacks in taking other peoples away from them.

“And what of Aemond?” What could that son of a whore have hidden in his closet? Was he as depraved as his brother?

“Aemond?” Tris hummed, the tension easing from her shoulders. “Aemond is the perfect prince. He’s what the Queen wishes her firstborn was. He spends his days training with the sword or hiding away in the library, reading history and philosophy. Aemond is off-putting though. He’s quite intense and doesn’t say much, but I’ve heard he can be pleasant and even charming if he wishes to be.”

Pleasant and charming , weren't words Daenera would use to describe him. Instead she found the words volatile , insulting and vulgar more fitting. Her thumb grazed over the gauze that covered the sore, still blistered spot underneath. She remembered his iron grip, the way he had forced her hand to the candle, the burning maliciousness in his eye.

“Aemond is unlike his brother. He seems to have no interest in women, nor does he indulge himself in wine. However, he is known to lurk about in the castle like a ghost.” Tris looked around Daenera’s quarters. There was no one else but them and the older maid, Joyce, who was cleaning the mantle piece. Daenera looked around as well, unsure whether she’d find Aemond materialized in the shadows. He wasn’t. But she wouldn’t put it past him.

“Does he visit the Sept often?”

“The Sept?” Tris echoed, brows furrowing in thought. “No, I don’t believe so. Why?”

Dark curls bounced as Daenera shook her head, shrugging the question off.

“I must admit, Prince Aemond is a mystery. One that I’m not likely, nor inclined to unravel,” Tris continued. “He terrifies me. The scar may add to the mystery, but it’s disturbing to say the least. And…” Tris hesitated, eyes darting up to meet Daeneras. “I’ve only heard tales of what happened. No one will speak of it.”

“That may be for the best,” Daenera said, dismissing the inquiring tone. “It is in the past.”

Daenera reached over for Tris’s hands that lay neatly folded in her lap, her eyes reassuring and imploring, a soft genuine smile tugging at her lips. “Will you keep me informed, were you to happen upon some… interesting gossip or rumors?”

Tris patted Daenera’s hands. “It will be my pleasure to keep you informed… I must warn you though. The Queen has a dutiful servant in Larys Strong. He’s the Lord Confessor and has an extended web of informants all over the court and city. It is not likely that I will bring you news before the Queen knows.”

Larys Strong was the Lord Confessor. That little morsel of information was new to her, and she wasn’t entirely sure what to make of it. Did he know that his brother was her true father? Did he hold some sort of ill will towards her? Did he blame her for his fathers and brother's death?

“I will not ask you to be as proficient as the Master of Whispers,” Daenera reassured her. “All I ask is that you give me the gossip and the rumors that keep the court well fed. And should you stumble over a… juicy piece of information, I will be extremely grateful if you bring it to me as fast as you can.”

Tris agreed.

She wouldn’t be a Lord Confessor, she lacked the extended web of informants for that, but she would do fine bringing Daenera the news going around the court. And gathering gossip was a specialty of hers.

A few days prior Jelissa had been sent out with the task of bringing back a bunch of roses, no less than ten. She had bribed one of the gardeners with a smile and the flutter of her eyelashes, and he had willingly handed over the flowers. She had asked Daenera what use she had for the flowers, when the Princess placed them in a dark place for them to wither and die but Daenera had just smiled slyly with mischief.

Now, Daenera was cutting up the bulb of the rose with great care, her tongue darting out over her lip in concentration, while Jelissa watched over her shoulder with a confused expression upon her face. Joyce was preparing some boiled water.

“What are you doing?” Jelissa asked, her golden hair grazing Daenera’s shoulder.

“I’m removing the cythilicus,” Daenera answered, carefully picking up the little white tut of fluff that had grown within the bulb of the rose. It wasn’t a lot, but there were more roses to cut up. The cythilicus was then placed in a small ceramic bowl. Daenera began cutting up the next bulb.

“The what?” Jelissa picked up the ceramic bowl, holding it up close to her face, studying it.

“Don’t touch it,” Daenera hurriedly said, stopping the maid from picking it up. “It will make you itch an awful lot.”

Jelissa’s eyes widened and she quickly placed the bowl back onto the table. Daenera put the next two cythilicus tuffs into the bowl. When the roses had all been cut up and their centers removed, Daenera brushed it all aside for Jelissa to clean up. Joyce came over with a bowl of boiling water, putting it under a small makeshift tent Daenera had made out of a piece of embroidery cloth, her half finished snapdragon-monster displayed in all its skill less glory. Even Tris Caswell could not deny her lack of skill with an embroidery needle.

The steam from the boiled water was to activate the itchy properties of the fluff. Daenera kept an eye on it, ensuring that the cythilicus didn’t become wet and the bowl that contained it didn’t get dewy. Eventually Daenera decided that it was enough and she removed the bowl from the tent, putting it by the window to dry out.

While it did that, she began working on the accompanying oil she’d make. She cut up some of the herbs she stole from the infirmary, putting it in the boiling pot of water above the fire and had Joyce stir it while she cleaned her work desk.

Joyce was used to helping the princess with her remedies, potions and teas. She had been with Daenera since she was a child, and had watched her grow up. The older maid was one of the few people who truly understood her.

“What is this for, exactly?” Jelissa asked.

“Ask and you shall know. Know and you’re an accomplice,” Joyce warned the girl.

“What does that mean?” Jelissa gaped. “Are you going to commit a crime?”

Daenera chuckled. “No, not exactly. I’m going repay someone for their kindness.”

The princess moved her wounded hand, feeling the skin tug underneath the bindings. It hadn’t fully healed yet, but it didn’t burn anymore and the ointment helped a great deal with the swelling and itchiness.

“Is everything ready for the morrow?” Daenera asked, crushing a couple of berries to get to the seeds within.

“Yes, we sent out word a fortnight ago and as I’ve heard it, the taverns are stock full of artisans and musicians.”

“Good,” Daenera said simply.

“Why have you suddenly become interested in singers and musicians?” Jelissa was as clueless to this as she was about the reason for the roses.

“Stop pestering the princess with your questions, Jelissa,” Joyce chided from her seat by the fireplace. Jelissa pursed her lips like a petulant child, which was exactly what she was. A girl of five and ten, she had only been with the princess for a fall and winter. And she was utterly in the dark with anything regarding courtlife. In time she’d learn. For now, her loyalty was enough, and that Daenera had secured long ago.

“I’m sure they’re all gathering outside of the gate as we speak,” Joyce added.

“We shall see if it’s worth it.”

Morning became noon, and Daenera had finished her little vile of vengeance. With that in hand, hidden by her large sleeves, she headed out of her room, followed by Jelissa and Ser Fenrick. They were heading towards the tiltyard, the air fresh and warm as they stepped out of the Keep and to the parapet overlooking the training area. Jelissa had gotten especially familiar with Aemond’s schedule of when and where he was training.

Aemond came out into the tiltyard moments after Daenera, walking over the muddy ground and placing his sword by the table of weapons, before approaching Ser Criston Cole, the two of them striking up conversation with two other Kingsguard. It would seem that a group of them would be training this day. Not that it hindered her plan in the slightest.

“Jelissa,” Daenera said, reaching for the young maids hand, holding it in her own. Jelissa looked up at her in question, those blue bordering on gray eyes of hers inquisitive and uncertain. Daenera placed the vile into Jelissa’s palm. “Take this to Aemond’s sword by the weapons display. Put a good three drops of it on the hilt, then come back to me.”

“M-my Lady, I-I-,”

Daenera shushed the sputtering girl. “There are many people in the yard, you will go unnoticed. Just put a few drops on the hilt, look at the weapons and come back to me.”

For a moment, Daenera wondered whether she had the wrong girl for the job. But then Jelissa got a determinant, though unsure, look on her face and she hitched up her dress and skipped down the stairs. Daenera watched from the parapet as Jelissa made her way through the yard, eyes distinctly not on the group of Kingsguards and the prince talking. A few servants and nobles were surveying the weapons display, talking between themselves.

Jelissa stood before Aemond’s sword, quickly glancing up at her Lady for confirmation. Her brow furrowed in concentration and even from Daenera’s vantagepoint she could see the girl shaking.

“Is this a good idea?” Fenrick questioned quietly, her sworn sword watching the same thing she did.

“Properly not,” Daenera admitted. “But that just makes it more fun.”

“You should have gone to the King with the grievance, not engage in childish acts.”

“If I remember correctly, you wanted to cut off the princes’ hands. Not only would he be half blind, he’d be handless.” Fenrick tried and failed to stifle the smile on his face at the reminder. Daenera continued. “ This will make him wish he had his hands cut off.”

Aemond turned away from the gathering, rolling his shoulders and neck, preparing for the day's training. Ser Criston followed him, patting the prince on the back and uttering encouraging words. Daenera half regretted not asking Jelissa to put the itch-water on all of the weapons.

Jelissa returned, red cheeked and wide eyed. “So, I meant to put only a few drops on the hilt but then a man knocked into me and I almost dropped the vile and I spilled almost everything on the sword, and please don’t be mad, I didn’t mean to-,”

Daenera cupped Jelissa’s shaking hands in her own, trying to calm the child that was only a few years younger than her. “How much of it is left?”

Jelissa pressed the vile into Daenera’s hand, revealing only an inch of liquid left in the vile. Daenera almost burst out laughing, but she reined it in, not wanting to spook the girl. “It’s fine. He’ll just have a bigger reaction. Did you get any of it on you?”

Jelissa shook her head wildly.

They turned their attention back on Aemond, who had by then unsheathed the sword and was twirling it in his hand, widening his stance as he prepared for Ser Criston’s attack. Daenera dismissed Jelissa, feeling that the girl would rather be anywhere but there. She scurried off like a guilty mouse. One of these days, she’d have to grow a bit of a spine. Otherwise Daenera would need a new maid sooner rather than later.

“How long does it take to work?” Fenrick asked almost excitedly.

Daenera grinned. “Give it a little time.”

Ser Criston made the first attack, trying to surprise the prince with his move. Aemond didn’t take the bait. He let his sword meet Ser Cristons, the metal clashing together, scraping against one another. Aemond pushed Cole away from him, a hard edge to his brow, lips just as sharp. He twirled the sword in his hand, as if he couldn’t find the right grip.

Aemond went in for the attack, going wide and then pressing in. Ser Criston managed to protect himself, answering with an attack of his own. It seemed like Aemond tried to keep his grip on the sword, tried to get a hold of it properly, but eventually Ser Criston Cole managed to beat the sword out of his hand. Aemond stared at his red palm, small blisters already forming. It would itch and sting like hell.

And Daenera couldn’t help but feel satisfied with the confused frown on his face.

Ser Criston Cole came up to him, gripping the prince's wrist to get him to show what was wrong. Ser Criston scowled. “You’ve been poisoned, my prince. Send for the Maesters!”

His yell stirred everyone in the courtyard, sending a servant up the stairs by the parapet, running towards the infirmary to get one of the Maesters. Ser Criston looked around as if it would conjure up the assailant.

Aemond too looked around. His eye landed on her and Daenera smirked as she held up her own wounded hand, rolling the wrist he had clutched, and shrugging. His eye burned with the same fury she had felt. He tried to wipe his hand on his doublet, but it would only cause further itching.

Daenera wouldn’t remain to watch the stir. She just laughed and headed back towards her rooms, well satisfied by a perfectly executed plan.

#aemond targaryen #hotd aemond #aemond one eye #aemond x reader #aemond fanfiction #aemond smut #hotd fanfic #hotd #A Vow of Blood #my fanfiction

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hannahhook7744 · 24 days

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You crazy-assed cosmonaut!;

Summary: Hades gets in a fist fight with a thirteen year old in the parking lot of Ursula’s Fish and Chips. Trigger warnings: violence, child-adult fighting, swearing, theft, implied food insecurity, etc. Gift for @igetthedisneybox . I will post this on ao3 later.

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Oc Guide:

Zee Snoops is Madam Medusa's daughter.

Nate Stiltskin is Rumplestiltskin's son.

Hannah Hook is Captain Hook's daughter.

Kailani ‘Clever’ Athanasiou, is the daughter of Ursula and Dr. Facilier.

Tiger Khan is Shere Khan's adopted human daughter.

D.E Anonymous's parentage is unknown.

Tommy Wonderful is Misty the wonderful witch's daughter.

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In hindsight, fist fighting the dad of like… four of her friends…was not the smartest move thirteen year old Diamond Zoë 'Zee' Snoops had made.

Especially not when the man in question was a god…

But, the brunette refused to regret it or back out now.

Even if fist fighting Hades in the parking lot of Ursula’s fish and Chips over one seaweed smoothie, two slightly used candies, and one curdled pudding was probably gonna be the last thing she ever did.

Hopefully Hannah wouldn’t revive her just to kill her again when she found out about this if she did end up dying.

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Kailani grimaced, watching in horror from inside as Zee got Hades in a chokehold. Glancing over hesitantly at Tiger, D.E, and Tommy. “Should we… should we stop ‘em?”

Little eight year old Tommy was peeking through her hands, too scared to watch without the barrier of her hands in the way. Wiggling on her stool so much that her gerbil (who’s name the merperson couldn’t quite remember) nearly fell off her shoulder.

D.E (who’s age and face they still didn’t know) sat up in the rafters of the restaurant, peeking out the hole in the roof that Kailani’s mother still refused to get fixed as she sipped on her third anchovy smoothie of the hour.

Neither of them seemed to hear her.

But Tiger, who was on what had to be her third basket of fried shrimp shells, did hear her. “Let them fight. I wanna see who wins.”

Kailani sighed, draping a hand towel over her shoulder and crossing her arms. “You know Hannah's gonna kill them both, right?”

Tiger waved her off, not looking bothered in the slightest. “No she won't. Just relax and enjoy the show. This is WAAAAY better than what Boreadon has on Tv!”

Nate snorted from under the counter, causing Kailani to jump back in fright. “You got that right. If I have to sit through ONE more episode of Toddlers without Tiaras, I’m going to steal Beast’s first born child—”

“WHEN THE FUCK DID YOU GET THERE?! HOW THE FUCK—ARE YOU EATING THE CANDY STASH?!”

The blonde didn’t even blink before answering with a non apologetic “No.” As if he wasn’t surrounded by candy wrappers; the lying rat bastard.

The teal haired girl didn’t hesitate and grabbed the broom from the corner before Nate could fully escape from the small space he’d lodged himself in. Quickly swatting at him with it.

“Ow! Ow! Clever, come on dearie—OW!”

“Don’t you dearie me, you blonde worm!”

“Worm?! EXCUSE YOU, I AM ONE OF THE MOST PO—”

“Annoying moochs of the isle!”

“I AM NOT A MOOC—OUCH!”

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Zee bit Hades’ hand, hard when he tried to pull her off his back. Causing him to stumble and yowl with pain.

“Listen little girl, I am NOT—” He flung her off of him. “In the mood for these games—”

She lunged at him. “Give me back my candy and my soda!”

“I CAN’T! I ALREADY ATE THEM!” He tried (and failed to doge), growling in irritation as the teen smacked him. “WILL YOU STOP IT?!”

The brunette snarled at him. “NO!”

"HADES—"

"DAD—"

"FATHER—"

"TÁTA—"

"ZEE—"

"—WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!"

Hades and Zee both froze, slowly turning to see one very angry Persephone, one exasperated Hannah Hook, and all of Hades very shocked children staring at them.

Persephone had her hands on her hips.

And Hannah?

Well, Hannah just gave Zee a look that told her that she was going to be on toilet duty for a long, long time if she didn't like her explanation...

So, the two of them did the only thing either of them could think of—quickly pointing at one another.

"It was him—"

"It was her—"

"—What no it wasn't!"

#descendants #disney descendants #melissa de la cruz #wicked world #disney #descendants au #disney descendants au #the marvelous misadventures of hannah hook and co #the marvelous misadventures of hannah hook #descendants original characters #fanfiction #crack treated seriously #etc

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fizzing-imagines · 11 months

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Playtime Pt. 3 | Daycare Teacher! Billy Hargrove x Reader

Notes: I didn't plan a part 3, but one person kindly asked for more dad! Billy so enjoy 🫶 This also gave me an opportunity to subtly sneak my OC in here again <3

Warnings: None

Words: 2.5k

"Is that...normal?", you asked Billy as you watched Audrey move her butt up-and-down like a worm. Billy and you sat on the ground together. He just laughed and watched his 8-month old daughter wiggle while the both of you watched her on the couch. "Yeah, some babies do that to calm themselves.", he told you. Audrey turned her head to face the two of you with a toothless grin on her face before reaching one hand out to Billy. "You're a lazy worm, Audrey.", he said before picking her up. She loved playing with his St. Mary necklace, but was still careful enough to not pull on it. "Is it normal that she isn't crawling yet?", you continued. Once again, he let out a laugh. "Some kids just start late. Some completely skip crawling." His eyes were fixated on his daughter, who's eyes were watching the gold pendant between her fingers. "Isn't she supposed to have teeth by now?" Finally, your fiance looked at you. "Baby, Audrey is fine. You don't need to worry so much." You sighted at his words as you watched him with your daughter. "I'm just afraid that I'm doing something wrong.", you said while absentmindedly twirling the ears of her stuffed bunny around your fingers. "You're not doing anything wrong, she might just be a late bloomer." The necklace now got boring to Audrey, so she looked over at you. "I don't know...she's so close to you. Never cries, never fusses. Maybe I'm doing something wrong." Billy had this conversation multiple times with parents; he knew where you were going with this. "(Y/N), no. You're not a bad mother, I'm not gonna let you think that way." He moved Audrey into your arms, where she happily looked up at you and reached her chubby arms out towards your face. "She loves you. Maybe she's calmer with me because I'm not home all day and you're with her all the time." You looked down on your daughter with a smile on your lips. "You're right.", you mumbled while holding her hand with one finger.

"We're lucky, aren't we?" Billy let out a questioning hum at your words. "I saw how Jenny had to raise Ari by herself. She wasn't so lucky with the guy she had a one-night stand with." Now he knew where you were going with this. "I should consider myself lucky.", he said. "You know, I love my job but my private life was shit. I drank too much, smoked, I didn't know where I was going. And any date I had just ended in sex and nothing more." He scooted closer to you on the ground. "Well, you're different. Maybe we can blame Audrey for all of this, but I'm lucky regardless." He kissed your cheek, which earned a giggle from your daughter. "I love you, very much.", he said to you with a smile. Audrey cooed at his words. "And I love you, too, my lazy worm." He gave his daughter a kiss on her forehead before kissing you once again, on the lips this time. "That's gonna be her new nickname, huh?", you asked him with a smug smile. A chuckle left his lips at your question. "Until further notice, yeah.", he replied while looking at his child once again.

Audrey continued being a little worm for a good while, and Billy was right when he said she might skip the crawling stage. She was pulling herself up on furniture two months later, which was the step before walking. Shortly after her first birthday, you were in the kitchen with Audrey and Billy. He was fixing the sink while you were cooking and Audrey was sucking on a fruit popsicle you made her while sitting on the kitchen floor. What she did do was pull and roll herself to the next best object, so this time she chose the fridge to pull herself up on. Her legs were a bit wobbly, but she still proceeded to take a small step while holding onto the fridge. She started doing that a while after pulling herself up. "Careful wormy.", you said to her with a small chuckle. Billy went from lazy worm to wormy once she walked with aid. However, she hasn't taken her first step yet.

Until now. She looked up at you, just two tiny steps away from her, and reached her hand out while taking two wobbly steps until she plopped down next to your foot. "Billy, she walked!", you said excitedly while picking her up. "You're such a smart girl, Audrey!" Your toddler laughed at your words and flayed her arms around in the air. Billy got up from underneath the sink so quickly that he bumped his head on the way up. "Shit.", he husked out while holding the place where he bumped himself. "She walked?" He couldn't even get up before you squatted down with Audrey. "Maybe she'll do it again." You helped her stand up by holding her arms. She took a small step with your help before taking three wobbly steps by herself to fall into your husbands arms. "Audrey, you strong girl!", he said while hugging her. "She walked!" His eyes had a glow in them, one you barely see on him but now it was beaming. "I'm so proud of you.", he said to his daughter before kissing her cheek. Billy celebrated his daughters development with her for a little more before handing her back to you. "Next thing you know, she's gonna surf with me."

Audrey was five when Billy started teaching her how to surf. Both were in the water, Billy showing her how to properly stand on the board he bought just for her, while you sat on a beach towel and watched them. Surfing was never your thing, although you loved watching Billy when he did it. Something about seeing your husband in nothing but swimtrunks, the sun shining on his nude skin, the way his hair looked even more blonde through the rays of sunshine. He was beautiful. Audrey was in a Lilo and Stitch swimwear set, one that looked like Lilos dress, while she carefully stood on the board with Billy's help. From afar, you took pictures of the two to put in your photo album later on. While you didn't know what they were talking about, they were laughing in between their words.

She learned surfing in no time. Audrey truly came after her father. As both of you watched her ride a wave, you couldn't help but smile. "Daddy!", she said while running towards you two with her board tucked underneath her arm. "Daddy, did you see that? That wave was at least six feet!" You knew that those words were familiar to Billy; he told you all about his mother. "I saw it, you're a natural!" They high-fived. "Can I go again? Just one more." Your husband looked over at you, all you did is give them a nod. "Next one will be seven feet, I promise!", she said before running back into the water. Billy sat down next to you again and watched you pack up your camera, towel and sunscreen. "Watch your child, not me.", you said with a smirk. At this point, you knew when he looked at you. It was something you could just feel. "Can I get a good look at you later tonight though?", he asked. You turned back to him and gave him a smirk. "If you get her to bed, sure."

"Can we watch Lilo and Stitch?", Audrey mumbled while curling up on the couch. She was home alone with Billy and just got her first period. Her dad made her a heating pad, got her snacks, did everything he learned from you to make her feel comfortable. "Of course.", he said to his child while turning on the TV and putting the DVD in. It has been the same DVD since 2002 which originally belonged to you, and now fourteen years later, it was pretty worn-off. But all three of you refused to get rid of it or get a new one. It was Audrey's favourite movie after all, and also the first movie she ever watched on the big screen. "Thank you, dad.", Audrey mumbled in a tired tone. When did she stop calling him daddy? They should send out warnings beforehand. As soon as the opening started playing, Billy sat down next to his daughters head. She sat back up and leaned her head against his shoulder. She looked just like Billy, if he were a girl, except for her hair. Audrey had his hair texture, but your beautiful (H/C) hair. And he loved it so much, he loved having a mini-him around. Especially because she inherited his personality as well; the good parts at least. She stood her ground, but didn't hurt anyone. She was confident, but not cocky. She knew what she wanted, but only when those things were good for her. "I hate that CPS lady.", Audrey mumbled with her eyes glued to the screen. "Me too, she's a bitch.", Billy agreed. "Money might be tight, but that's no reason to take a girl from her sister." Audrey gave an agreeing hum. "You must know.", she said with a smirk. "Isn't it weird having a kid when you have a degree in childcare? Like your own little study?" Billy laughed at his daughters words. "Well, I can only say so much about kids age 11 or under, so you've been out of my study for two years." Audrey laughed a bit. "But it was great, actually. No kid is alike, but you were always the most special one to me."

Two years passed, and Audrey started getting crushes. She didn't even need to tell you or Billy, you could tell by her mood. You could also tell that those feelings seemed to be reciprocated. Audrey was on the phone for hours, was happy all the time, stored letters and tiny trinkets in her room. One day, while vacuuming her room, you saw a small polariod of her and a boy on her dresser. You didn't want to snoop, so you didn't take a closer look, but you could tell that he had brown hair he put in a manbun and brown eyes. It only took a couple of days until Audrey told Billy and you that she had a boyfriend that she wants the two of you to meet. While Billy was a bit protective of Audrey, he still wanted to meet that boy. Two days later, said boy came home with Audrey after school. He introduced himself as Robin, a smart and nice boy, who stayed over for dinner. "So Robin, what do your parents do?", Billy finally asked him. "My mom is in the airforce. She was actually deployed here three years ago, now she's in the HSM-77 Saberhawks. My dad fixes helicopters part-time, he stayed at home with us until my youngest sibling started school." Audrey knew all this already, but Billy seemed pleased with Robin coming from a military family. "How many siblings do you have?", you asked him. "Five. I'm the oldest of six." While it seemed normal to him, Billy and you both looked at him a little surprised. Both of you were thinking the same thing: Which woman puts herself through six pregnancies?

Robins dad picked him up one hour after dinner since it was a school night. When the doorbell rang, Billy went to open it. Robin and Audrey were going downstairs while you were putting dishes away in the kitchen. "Am I dreaming or is that you, Harrington?", you could hear your husband say. Oh no. "Yeah it's me, don't cream your pants." You came out of the kitchen to see a man who looked like Robin, with glasses and a stubbly beard and his hands propped on his hips like a mom. "Audrey, you didn't tell me you're dating a Harrington.", he said to your daughter while she brought her boyfriend to the door. "I know, did that on purpose." She just gave him a smug grin before saying goodbye to Robin. "You didn't tell me either, kid.", Steve said to his son while patting his shoulder. "I really don't care, but you're telling your mother that one." Now that boy seemingly knew that he messed up. "You're still with Olivia?", Billy asked his high school nemesis. "Married her 17 years ago.", he replied. Billy just gave him a hum in response before saying goodbye to the two and closing the door.

In the end, you three agreed to dinner at the Harringtons house. And it went well, Billy and Steve got along surprisingly well, and so did Olivia. While you didn't know every detail of their history, it didn't seem to matter. Audrey and Robin stayed together throughout high school, they went to the same college, same university and eventually moved in together. Billy wasn't ready to see his girl grow up so fast, you had to consult him a few times while he complained about his girl becoming so big. The day Audrey told him Robin proposed to her, he started crying on front of her. Not because he was sad or angry, but because he was so happy for his daughter. And the day she got married he cried even more, even though this time he didn't cry until the two of you were alone.

"What's this about, Wormy?", you asked your daughter as she handed you and Billy a gift bag. "We saw it at the store and it reminded us of you two.", she said with an excited grin. This wasn't the first time she had done this, although it wasn't a regular thing. But she did love giving people small presents and trinkets. You and Billy carefully took two mugs out of the bag, one read "Worlds best grandma" while the other read "Worlds best grandpa" You put two and two together before jumping up from your seat. "You're having a baby?", you asked. Audrey gave you a nod and a grin before hugging you tightly. Billy was sat on the couch, starring at the mug in his hand while trying to process what just happened. "Dad, are you okay?", Audrey asked Billy while sitting down next to him. "I'm okay, Wormy." He gave her a nod while smiling and swallowing down the lump in his throat. "Come here, I'm so happy for you." He wasn't a man of big words anymore, but his actions spoke louder than words. The way he hugged her, how he stroked along her back, she knew he was overjoyed. Once they left, Billy pulled you close to him and silently cried into your shoulder. "Thank you, sweetheart.", he choked out eventually. "I didn't do anything, Audrey and Robin did all the work.", you said while petting his head. "No, (Y/N), it's you. You made me your husband, you made me a father. And now I'm becoming a grandpa. All thanks to you." You chuckled a bit before leaning in for a kiss.

"Technically, we should thank Ari.", you said eventually.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove fluff

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artist-block-alley · 3 months

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More Chetter including his brother- Chatter. He likes dirt.

#worm #insects #bugs #chetter g wiggles #Chatter wiggles #original #oc #my art #artist-block-alley #character design

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fawnuh · 23 days

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Selling adoptables for the first time ever!!!

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ragnarozzys · 3 months

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watching your art grow as you shifted from drawing fandom content (homestuck and campcamp iirc?) to OCs was very heartwarming? It’s like watching someone have fun and being happy with their own creations that you go “aaaah!! I hope they get to keep doing what they love!!” yknow? Plus i love Pyrroh,, funky guy

WAUUUHH thank you for this comment and also being along on the journey with me??

i really am having a lot of fun and am really happy playing in my own sandbox! fanart is a treat every now and then when i Really am struck with inspiration and love for a thing and it can't hold a candle to how dear my ocs are to me!

especially pyrroh, that guy has wormed his way into my brain and won't wiggle out anytime soon i'm sure

#ask ozzy #acoraxia

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kiameicore · 1 year

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Hello, I was wondering if you would be up for a SAGAU pairing or headcanons with a female reader with a weak body which suffers from aches, maybe fibromyalga something else, being pampered by eirher The Unknown God, I kike to call her Asmoday as I have seen it used a lot as a name for her, or Eula.

It can be half sfw and half nsfw, headcanons or just a ficlet. Sorry if you don't write for either of the suggested characters.

I might do this idea myself one day, but I saw you wishing to see ideas and figured I would see what you thought of it. Have a great day and stay safe.

Hello! Yes, I write for these characters. I actually really like Unknown God since she's based on my fav character from honkai - Sirin, Herrscher of the Void! Also since there's not a lot of information about her, I tried to interpret her personality in a no oc-way.

I'm not good at writing female smut and it's my first time trying it, so it will be really light nsfw. (mentions)

short and only asmoday, dw i'll make eula one tomorrow !! i'm writing this half asleep

TW/warnings; mostly fluff, mentions of death, killing, very light nsfw, SAGAU, yandere, harem?, mentions about pain, suffering and fibromyalga, and more.

Not proofread.

THE UNKNOWN GOD, Asmoday

The Unknown God wasn't interested in mortals. She had more important things to do or worry about. The universe, the stars, the chaos - or even revenge. All those things fell apart when it was stated you didn't feel well. She saw mortals, Gods or other divine beings as pests. Worms, which only could wiggle under her feet.

The only one who was treated as human or being with feelings was you. She knew who you were, but even so she didn't treat you as threat or someone higher class. Asmoday treated you like you two were at the same position. She liked you, you were different. A being who wasn't born from this universe or stars. You, unlike these annoying blonde pests, were simply yourself. Magnificent, beautiful like stars on the sky. Shining high, like one of the god's bloody cubes.

You two got along. You had special privileges. She would let you braid her hair, which most of time would flow slowly in the air. You could touch her. Her skin was so in-human, yet you were'nt disgusted. It felt like you just touched an snowflake. A icicle which never melted.

Despite her arogant god like apperance and character, inside was a girl.

A girl with such a fragile heart. After all, even ice could get crushed or melted.

You often could find her in your bed, laying in mermaid position. She didn't care it was improper. You two were friends, a really good ones.

So what, if half of your acolytes gave her vindictive looks? They were just jealous, annoing pests. They never could be in her position. They didn't understand you like she did. Of course you would choose her. A fragile snowflake, so elegant dancing in the winter air. Not some uninteresting mortals who never did anything to be more original. There's a lot of stones or rocks, so unpretty and so common. Just like them.

Today was one of these day where she would stay at your place. Limbs layed out, covering half of your king sized bed. She was thinking. The winter's coming. Would you like to get a present from her? If yes, what would make you happy?

Reaching her hand high in air, still laying in bed, she looked at it. She would do everything just to see your smile.

If you ever would leave this world and go to your reality, would you be happy? What would happen to you? Would you forget about her?

Her messy thoughts got interrupted by you opening door. She didn't get up, just looking in your direction.

" Hello, Y/N. Welcome back. "

You smiled. After closing the door, you walked slowly, almost like you were exhausted, to her. When you were close enough, you opened your arms and crushed her into hug which she returned with light smile you couldn't see.

" I'm back, Asmoday. "

While you hugged her, you felt sharp pain in your back. Taking out one hand, you tried to massage that place.

" Are you hurt? " White haired girl asked with worry painting into her face.

" I'm not feeling good, also my back hurts... " you confessed, still massaging your back.

" I'll help you. Come on, let's go and eat something. "

Not waiting for you answer, she took you carefuly into her arms. She tried her best to not bring you more pain.

" Let's eat some of your favorite food. I'll tell those mortal to make it."

While she walked in the air, barely touching the floor, you were looking at her face.

She was utterly beautiful.

" We're here. "

After some time looking for an good place to lay you, she noticed a couch which seemed comfortable. She layed your body on it and flew in the direction of kitchen.

Your back still hurt, but now you're here with Asmoday you fell a little bit better. She was making an progress in communication, especially when she talked about humans. You were proud of her. Despise being an god, she still could learn a few things and enjoy them. Most of your acolytes didn't like her. Zhongli didn't want to talk about her since she was your friend, even so he still hated her for unknown for you reasons. Others, like childe wanted to get rid of her. Of course they didn't say it loud, but sometimes you don't need to hear or talk to understand someone's intentions.

When Asmoday came back, she was holding a plate whit some of your favorite food. She knew what you liked to eat.

" Look, Y/N! Here's your food. "

She sated herself beside you, placing the plate before your face. When you took a bite, you felt her hands touching your back. She tried to massage it, like she saw you do it before. After some time her hands traveled lower to your hips. She's taking her time, that's for sure.

" I'm happy we can spend time like this. I know that some things are hard for you. When the time will ever come, when i'll have to come back home, "

" I would to go with you, Asmoday. "

Her hands stoped. Right now they were at your inner thighs. She was opening her mouth and closing it, like fish do while spending their last moments in bathtub, before their death.

" I would go with you. " There was a lot of things she wanted to say right now, but she known she could't say it. But you didn't mind. A simple answer would make you happy.

Your back still hurt, but it didn't matter right now. It actually didn't hurt as much as it did before.

Asmoday had an fragile heart. A icicle which seemed to never melt. A snowflake slowly dancing in the winter's air. She knew you would choose her, not beacuse snowflakes could never be the same identical, but because you two understood and loved each other.

#The unknown god #Asmoday #Genshin x reader #asmoday x reader #the unknown god x reader #SAGAU #sagau x reader #genshin self aware #genshin cult au

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