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xfancyuu · 1 year

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~ now i draw a luxury nxde. [aemond targaryen] 18+ SMUT

because it's the beginning of spring i wanted to post for that so in universe it is also warm and flowers are blooming! reader is afab with she/her pronouns & my requests are open! this could be read as though it's in the same universe as my other bolton!reader works, though she's married to aemond and is referred to as lady targaryen. there are no appearance indicators in this fic, this is kinda canon divergence. also i didn't bold the dialogue for this one and i actually think i'm gonna go and reformat my other fics to match! this fic is also known as frolicking and fucking so yeah that's what you're in for. smut will be indicated with a different coloured line break if you do not wish to read it. [1,757 words]

this fic contains: wall sex, public sex, dressed sex, choking, spitting, voyeurism, name-calling, corruption kink, attempted dirty talk? y'all are just newly married and experimenting tbh, y'all degrade each other, slight orgasm denial, cumming inside. if i missed any please lmk!

You had never imagined life as a married woman to be so blissful. You had heard from the ladies in court that they simply did their marital duty and did not enjoy spending time with their husbands. They had told you that the bliss would wear off within the year once you had children, and they would steal your beauty.

You had all but rolled your eyes at their commentary. They were rude and bitter, seeking your own mood to be as equally unhappy as their own. They nitpicked at everything you did, from reading too much to what you ate and how you conducted yourself. Loneliness truly was more appealing than spending ceaseless amounts of time with women who were your mother's age and almost as bitter. Being surrounded with unmarried women was improper, they had told you — not that you paid them mind, as your ladies in waiting were all unmarried and far better company.

You found yourself in the gardens with your ladies-in-waiting more often than not, the weather was pleasant, and you'd much rather be outside than wallow inside without much joy. Flowers had brought you much more joy than you had anticipated, they livened your mood from the dreaded time spent with the married ladies in court. They wouldn't be seen outside without reason, whereas you did not care much for the opinions and thoughts of others in court, despite being a Princess.

The book within your lap had become much more interesting than whatever your ladies were gossiping about, you hadn't cared much for the people they were talking about, but the adventure of Lady Sunderland and her times in the Reach were too addictive to put down. Your ladies' had tried to gain your attention one too many times, but you were too engrossed in the book to care for the outside world.

The book was abruptly taken from your hands, making you both lose the page you were ready and had caused your brain to be hazy. You were both mad and irritated by the actions of someone clearly trying to ruin your day. "Do you mind?" You had asked, not expecting to see your husband as you looked up.

"Is it a crime for me to want to spend time with my wife?" Aemond had asked you, extending his hand as if expecting you to take it despite disturbing your peace.

"It's a crime when you snatch my book off of me and expect me to be happy about it." You retorted, deciding it was probably better to go along with him, and took his help to get off the grass. "Lucky for you, I like you enough not to lock you up."

"Oh how merciful." Aemond responded, not removing your hand from his grasp, "the flowers are blooming, you should be looking at the world instead of living in your books."

"I'll have you know I can do both equally," You retorted, leading Aemond away from the prying eyes and sharp ears of your ladies, "Now you're here you might as well keep me company if you won't let me read, perhaps a walk around the garden would do us both some good."

"I have a better idea than touring the gardens," Aemond had pulled you into a secluded pathway leading away from the hustle and bustle of everybody else.

"Your ideas always end up with us in trouble." You weren't entirely wrong, the disapproving look of Queen Alicent would be forever engrained in your brain.

"They may be troublesome, but you always have fun." You couldn't disagree, instead you simply followed Aemond to whichever location he wanted to show you.

Aemond had abruptly left you in the morning, leaving you needy and begging for him to finish the job he'd started yet he had left you without a thought for your own well-being. You could somewhat blame your crankiness and willingness to do such a deviant act in public with the possibility of anybody seeing and reporting such acts to the Queen.

The thought that you shouldn't be doing this had crossed your mind — the words would not leave your mouth though, you had wanted to do this, neediness had seeped in, with your skirts and underclothes raised above your waist, your modesty was damned and so were you.

The carnal need and desire you felt within yourself had put all your thoughts out the window, if you were in your usual mind frame you would have told Aemond no, that it was improper but words would not form in your throat. Instead, you kissed him back with almost as much longing.

The insatiability you had felt was consuming you, yet it felt more so annoying, Aemond hadn't truly done anything to you to make you feel this way, little touches and long stares did not warrant you feeling so flustered by the man so much you'd let him take you any which way he wanted.

You were expecting the current position you were in — being in public had never been a boundary you crossed with each other, yet he had so little patience when it had come to you, not even checking if the garden was secluded enough not to have prying eyes follow you, "Who knew my lady wife could be such a whore?" Aemond had whispered in your ear, though you could not form words of your own, "Wanting me to take her right now with not a care in the world who witnesses it."

"I think you can only get your cock up with the thought of an audience, you leave me so frustrated when we're alone in our chamber."

"You may come to regret that, wife." Aemond had always had to get the last word, "Your tongue may be sharp, but I will fuck you until you can't form another sentence." He'd begun unlacing his trousers, and you truly knew you were in for it — whatever it entailed, you weren't sure.

"You keep saying what you're going to do, but you haven't even stuck it in yet, tell me husband, are you struggling? Do you need me to help you stick it in? Can you not find the hole?" You couldn't finish your light-hearted taunting Aemond had entered you with little care, it was sloppy and lustful as though he felt as much need as you did.

You couldn't stay quiet, not with how intoxicating Aemond had felt inside, thrusting himself as far as he could inside of you, the slow pace was comfortable but irritating, you wanted it fast and hard, you wanted Aemond to show you the side of himself he hid away, the side which would make you blush if you so much as thought about it.

You were so used to being in control, Aemond had ensured you always felt comfortable and could stop at any moment but seeing him so dominant had made you tingle, then gasp as you felt a hand around your throat. "You've got to be quiet, you don't want the world to hear you, do you? Don't want the world to hear what a whore you become for cock."

The sight of your ladies seeing you in such a position had the opposite effect than what you thought it would, the idea of corrupting them as much as you had been corrupted had you clenching around Aemond's cock.

"Not so fast, princess," Aemond spoke, his pace slowing and causing the momentum and build-up to your own orgasm to be depleted. "Good girls get to cum, you've not been a good girl, have you?"

You couldn't respond, the hand wrapped around your throat had become tighter, "Going to cum inside you, princess, have you got a problem with that?" You had tried to shake your head, but with the grip Aemond had on your throat, your head hadn't moved an inch.

Aemond had increased his speed, and you knew he was close to his own peak despite ruining your own, the pettiness within you had decided if you didn't get your release neither was Aemond. As if sensing your plans, Aemond thrust into you harder, keeping you in place as though you were a doll he could do what he pleased. "You're going to take my seed, and you're going to thank me for it."

Your orgasm was too sudden for you to realise what was happening, from the words Aemond spoke to the way he was fucking you, it was far too much to process and your body reacted entirely by itself. You knew disobeying Aemond would have consequences but in the depth of your own pleasure and Aemond continuing to fuck you, you didn't care. You'd take any punishment to feel a moment of the pleasure you were currently feeling.

"Naughty girl." Aemond whispered in your ear as you came down from your high, "I thought you'd finally be a good girl, though I suppose I set my standards too high for you. Open your mouth."

You did as he commanded, not wanting to make him more upset with you. However, you weren't prepared for him to spit in your mouth — or to like it as much as you did. "You belong to me and you do as I say."

It hadn't taken long for Aemond to spill his seed within you, his grip on your throat loosening and his teeth biting into your skin. It wasn't often you had allowed him to cum inside you — the prospect of what would follow being in the forefront of your mind. "I'm yours." You reassured Aemond as he came down from his climax.

"Are you okay there?" You had asked, not used to such an intense reaction from Aemond, "I really enjoyed myself." You reassured him, you were so close and the euphoria of the situation had you cradling Aemond within your arms.

"It was just a bit... much, I didn't hurt you, did I?" He asked, pulling out of you. At that moment, you knew you'd need to bathe. The feeling of his seed coming out of you had you almost recoiling.

"Trust me, you'd know if you were hurting me." You didn't want to approach the subject of being witnessed in such an act. "Your mother may be expecting more grandchildren soon."

"Moontea exists, my dear." You hadn't been married a year yet, it wasn't entirely suspicious that you had not shown signs of being pregnant. "And for what it's worth, I enjoy our time just being the two of us."

as always, thank you for reading this! i really appreciate it. i really enjoy writing for aemond so if y'all have any requests send them my way. my next hotd fic will be for helaena so if that interests you just message me! crossposted on ao3 under the name hedonism!

#aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #hotd aemond #hotd x reader #hotd imagine #asoiaf x reader #asoiaf imagine #aemond smut #aemond targaryen smut #aemond x y/n #i just had fun writing this if you couldnt tell #basically i watched the tudors and yeah #i think this is the filthiest thing i've wrote

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sleepy-platonic-yan · 5 months

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(Platonic) Yandere Spirits + Teenage Reader.

Hello This Is My First Post. I Hope You Can Enjoy This And The Rest My Blog Will Have To Offer. Please Forgive Any Grammatical Errors.

Reader is gn, but the ghosts refer to them as their son—————

You and your mother had moved into a new house. After the tragic death of your brother and father, the house held way too many memories that made it so even walking down the hall could leave you sobbing.

Your mother wanted to really get away from it all, to go out in the country side and ‘blend with nature’, but that was not unexpected of her, she’s always been distant and ready to abandon things at a moments notice for work or her own personal desires. She would have put you and your brother up for adoption if it weren’t for your dad.

but at the end of the day all this really meant for you was that you have to do school online now cause mom bought a farm house in the middle of nowhere.

she made sure you were fine with it which was a bit unexpected, and at the time you really were! It’s just, the house was built in the Victorian era and had seen years of use, hundreds of families and many deaths. And although the house has had new things added like heating and hot water, the house freaked you out still is all.

As you pulled up to the house, its tall figure landing ominously against the moon in the sky, the house looks like it belongs in a horror movie. The large willow tree beside the house with a rope swing that sways in the wind making a ‘creeeek’ every once in a while doesn’t help either. You suck in a breath and don’t open your door, but your mother either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care about your fear as she opens her door.

she goes to the back of the car and opens the trunk before shouting “(Readers name) get out of the car and carry your luggage! I ain’t carrying all of this” you mumble an affirmative and open your door. You keep an eyes on the swing, making a note of how it seems to have stopped for an odd amount of time before getting back into swinging ‘wind must be different over there?..’ you think.

you grab your one duffel bag and a few of moms bags before heading to the front door with her. The gravel path to the front door makes crunching noises with each step, making you hyper aware of how loud you’ve been since the second you got here. You shake your head, it’s fine. This is your house. ‘Is it tho?..’

As your mother grabs her key from her purse, you her a weird ‘crunch’ behind you, like the sound of something starting to walk up the path. You whip around but no one’s there. Damn, barely five minutes here and your already paranoid. Your mother opens the door and you walk in.

as you step in, you step into what seems to be the family room, wood floors throughout the house or as far as you can see. The room has a white couch with soft pink flowers as the pattern and white wood legs. That pattern stays with all the furniture in the family room. There is also a old-ish tv.

“hey mom, do you know why the previous owners left their stuff” you ask a bit suspicious, a huge house with good looking furniture selling for a absurdly low price yet it was on the market for months. There’s gotta be something off.

your mom shrugs and tells you it must just be because they don’t need them. You decide to just go with that. Yeah, they just didn’t need them. You and your mother walk around the first floor of the house a bit before ascending the stairs. The stairs are creaky and give a bit to much for your liking with each step. Again your mother doesn’t mind.

as you get to the next floor, it seems most of the rooms are old bedrooms. Your mother immediately goes to the master bedroom with a small yell of “just take any room, I don’t care”

as you look at the hall full of rooms, non seem particularly interesting or safe. You know you have to pick one tho so you peak in each.

Each room contains different items, but each have a painting of a different person. The only one the not have a creepy painting is one of the smallest, with no windows and the bare minimum items.

you end up picking the one that doesn’t have much furniture other then a bed and a desk. The desk is creaky and wobbles at the slightest push. As you toss your duffel bag on the bed the bed creaks loudly as well. You don’t mind, it’s better than being watched by a bunch of most likely dead guys.

You also don’t have much that you brought, so you don’t need much room. You lay down on the bed. This is fine, your just being paranoid.

as you sit down on the bed, or it’s yours now you suppose, you grab your phone from your jacket pocket. As you turn it on you are blinded for a minute by how bright it is, turning down the brightness, you quickly put in your passcode and flip to discord.

as you open up a group chat between you and a bunch of your friends, you begin to talk to them. You talk for a few hours, even hoping on call and showing them your room (they agree it has a creepy vibe to it), you finally say you have to go to sleep at around 3 am.

you remove the blanket that came from the house as you fear it could be moldy, so you’d prefer to just wash it. You take the duffel bag off the bed and open it, grabbing a blanket. The blanket that came with the house is admittedly much better, your blanket is thin and warm with a few holes. But never the less you turn off the lights and hurry back over the bed.

you realize a bit to late you didn’t change clothes, but in all honesty you don’t want to change in this house.

as you lay back on the bed with a creak, you can’t help but think you see things moving around in the darkness.

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you wake up pretty late in the day. It’s summer break so you don’t have school, or else you would have never stayed up that late. As you sit up you notice oddly enough you’re covered in both blankets, not just yours. You could have sworn you just wore yours but but, uh you must have put it on in the middle of the night!

yeah, that’s what you did. You probably got cold, and put the thicker blanket on for warmth, and if you don’t remember it that’s fine.

As you sit up you notice something on your desk, a piece of paper with a cup of water. As you stand you walk over to the note, it’s from your mom

hey (reader’s nickname), I got a urgent call from work and i need to get back to the office by next week, and I have to leave now to make it. I know I said I work on line these days but they really need me. I know you’ll understand, your nearly a adult you can handle yourself for a few weeks, when I get home I’ll spend lots of time with you.

There’s money attached to the back of the note, and I put all our food from the car in the kitchen.

love - mom

You sigh. it’s always been like this. Seems no matter where you guys live, mom will never be home. You know she works hard but it feels she doesn’t see you as a priority.

although in the back of your mind you recognize the writing looks different then her writing, and she always signs off with her real name and not ‘mom’

As turn the paper around you see that yes, there is money, and it is way too much. 500 bucks. You blink. What. You shake your head, you are not using all of that. You remove the money from the paper and throw the letter in the trash.

For some reason you have a gut feeling not to leave your room. Something feels wrong with this house and it’s even worse with no one else here. You grab your phone again and hop on discord, as you talk to your friends you let them know where you live.

Turns out some friends you met online live real close to you, and they’re cool to come over tomorrow to hang out and keep you company till your mom gets home. You just have to survive today and tonight.

After your friends have to go you’re left sitting on your bed with nothing to do, so you remove the bigger blanket again and decide ‘hey, best way to lose time is to sleep!’ After a bit you slip into unconsciousness.

//change of POV//

as the many pairs of eyes watched their sons eyes close, they can’t help but coo

their sons ‘Mom’ is not fit clearly, so they had to step up. And so far they’ve been doing great, their lovely son is even gonna bring friends over to meet them!

their son is adorable. And all theirs

#platonic yandere #familial yandere #yandere ghost #spirits #new writter

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matthew-gray-gubler-lover · 9 months

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Sex With Spencer Reid All Seasons (season 4)

If you are under the age of 18, please do not read this story. Thank you.

This will cover what I believe sex would be like with Spencer Reid from season 1 to 15. Warning contains adult situations, Sex. Dirty talk, Orgasms, Crying, Spoilers for all seasons and Spencer Reid being a sex God.

Also includes fingering and oral sex. (Female receiving only.)

These are a little bit longer than I anticipated them to be because I wanted to give a back story as to why the sex is the way that it is for each season. To give it in depth feeling of why Spencer was the way that he was in bed that season. So I will be posting them by each season rather than all at once. I hope this gives you something to look forward to, and please leave comments, I will be leaving links to the next season below.

You are a new agent at the BAU and Spencer Reid's girlfriend, the one who takes his virginity and has sex with him for all 15 seasons and beyond.

Spencer Reid knew the first time he saw you walk through the doors of the BAU that you were the one that he was going to love forever. The first time you smiled, he knew it was the only smile that he ever wanted to wake up to. The first time he touched your hand, he knew yours was the only hand he ever wanted to hold. The first time he kissed you, he knew your lips were the only ones that he ever wanted to have pressed against his own. and the first time he made love to you, he knew you were the only one he ever wanted to do this with, and he also knew he would never be the same you or his life now, his love and his only desire.

season 4

In Season 4 Spencer has a few things that he has going on with JJ's pregnancy and having to get used to having a new team member Jordan Todd. Which didn't really bother him. He got used

to new people really quickly and really did enjoy Jordan Todd being a part of the team. But that meant the loss of JJ for a little bit, then there was meeting with his father after all these

years. The piece of crap man who left Spencer and his mother behind when Spencer was only 10 years old. This brought up some bad memories for him and made him a bit angry again. The sex

was a little bit rougher that night. Something that hasn't really happened since Spencer found sobriety. But you understood it given the circumstances of his dad.

The fact that Morgan and Rossi decided to stay behind and keep an eye on Spencer didn't exactly go over well with him ether, since he made it perfectly clear that he wanted to spend some quality alone time with his mom.

something that Morgan and Rossi both knew was not true and stayed behind to help him out. This only made him angrier. So when he came back to his hotel room with case files and saw them sitting in his room watching the Young and the Restless and eating everything out of the mini bar.

He got angry with them. They decided to help by staying and going over some of the case files with Spencer and you. So the four of you spent most of the night going over these old case files.

The next day Spencer found out that his father had still been living In the same spot that he had been for all these years. So after he saw him, he went back to the hotel room with you and he needed to let off some steam.

He let you go into the hotel room first and then gently grabbed you by your wrist and said "I need to let off some steam. Honey can you please help me?"

The sadness and turmoil in his eyes. There was no way that you could ever say no to him. You knew exactly what he needed, and you needed him just as much as he needed you.

as He began, undressing you and kissing you passionately. You whispered out. "I'll be quiet. I'll do my best to be anyway". To which he replied. "I don't need you to be quiet tonight sweetheart. Let everyone hear you. Morgan is always saying that there's no way that I could possibly satisfy you. My dad thinks that I'm no good at anything. Let Morgan hear you. I want you to scream my name tonight so loud that even my dad can hear you".

This side of Spencer truly shocked you, even though you were with him during his days of drug use and you knew that he could be a little rough, but that's when he was under the influence of a drug. Tonight he was solely under the influence of love for you and anger for his father.

That night Spencer was a little bit rough, but you didn't mind. you knew that he would truly never hurt you, while the bed did hit the wall a couple of times and you knew that you would probably get a noise complaint from the front desk.

not only from the bed hitting the wall, but also from the moans that were coming out of both you and Spencer. Something that you thought for sure you would be made fun of for in the morning by Morgan, but he didn't say a word.

But you and Spencer both knew by the way that Morgan and Rossi looked at you when they first saw you in the morning, that they knew, but you were glad that they didn't say a thing.

It was only for a few nights with the sex being little bit rougher for, but you both truly did enjoy it

with the sex being a bit rougher. After that he apologized to you and went back to his sweet, loving self while still dabbling in the amazing world of oral sex. And one night he shocks you when he takes

you into your hotel room that you're sharing together since you're on a case and decides that he wants to go down on you in that hotel room. This is a completely different side of Spencer,

especially since his team members are all up and down the hallway. And he doesn't seem to have any anger right now. And you know there's no way he went back to the drug world. You did your best to stay quiet, but of course with it being Spencer, there's no way that you could. A few moans escaped, And even louder moans when Spencer was finally inside of you, the place that he loved to be more than anywhere else in this world.

but luckily in the morning Morgan blamed it on someone else that was on the floor. Spencer did nothing to change his mind.

Later that month, Spencer got anthrax while working on a case. You thought for sure you were going to lose the love of your life, but he fought for the love of you. When he woke up and saw

you and Morgan sitting there looking at magazines as Morgan ate spencer's Jello, he was so happy to see you.

And when Morgan left and you sat next to Spencer, he reached for your hand held it and said "I thought of you the whole time. I fought for you. I fought for us. I love you."

if you are enjoying these stories please leave comments and i will keep writing them, if you are not enjoying them i will stop writing these and move onto something else, i have a lot of ideas for the rest of the seasons, so I really hope that everyone is enjoying these so that I can continue.

#spencer reid #doctor spencer reid #dr spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid smut #dr reid #reid

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mychoombatheroomba · 2 months

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. . . Don't Break

Between the Bones (Leon x GN! Reader) - Chapter 33

Anger had kept you going through the last year . . . and it would get you through this now.

(Cross-posted from Ao3)

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CW once again for torture and physical injury. I don't go too into heavy detail but once again, just thought I'd give fair warning!

Tap.

Your fingers against the bars. You couldn’t keep them still, as much as you tried. Since the masked men and their pale-eyed master had dragged Leon away, you hadn’t moved from your spot at the bars. You hadn’t taken your hands off the metal, because all you could think about was what they were doing.

How they were hurting him. And you were certain that they were hurting him.

You could feel it, like something crawling just beneath your skin. Something that moved too fast to extract. To cut out.

Tap.

The tapping was your nerves manifesting. You knew that. You wished you could control it better, but those thoughts were getting the better of you. You’d resolved that the tapping was all you were going to give them. Others in your squad decided they would show their resistance in other ways.

“The fuck you looking at, cabrón?” Valeria hissed through the bars, a few cells down. You couldn’t quite tell if she was furious, scared, or both.

The man on the receiving end of her ire didn’t seem bothered. The second of the two men in suits was tall. Thin. He had the same dark hair as the other pale-eyed man, but his features were different. Completely unremarkable, his face unreadable. He just watched you all as he patrolled up and down the cells, silent and unsympathetic. Unbothered.

But each time he got to your cell, at the end . . . his gaze lingered. In a way that only made your anger grow each time he passed you. Your anger and worry. For yourself. For your squad. For Leon.

Tap.

And those feelings burrowed deeper and became a hard truth when, after what felt like an hour or so, the door at the end of the cell block opened, and you heard footsteps. You tried not to press your face against the bars to see better. Tried not to make it so obvious to these potentially hostile men that you cared for Leon. That you-

You didn’t get to finish the thought when you saw four figures approaching. One suit - the man with the pale eyes - leading the way. Behind him were two masked, armored men. A figure slouched and limp between them, his sun-bleached blond hair was dark and dripping as his head hung low-

The tapping of your fingers against the bars stopped. Your grip tightened and you had to fight back the urge to scream at the men. To rage against the metal.

That fear and anger made you feel like you could break free of the cell’s confines then and there. You felt so much emotion that you were sure nothing could contain you.

But all the anger in the world wouldn’t give you the strength you needed to break through those bars. To help Leon as he was dragged back into his cell and unceremoniously dropped onto the cot that hung off the wall.

So you clenched your jaw. Forced yourself to remain silent. Taking some tiny solace in the fact that he moved, however weakly, once he was let go. Once the doors were closed.

He was alive. He was hurting, but he was alive.

“Kennedy?” Alenko didn’t bother hiding his concern, even as the pale-eyed man walked to his cell next. “What the fuck did you do to him?” he demanded. Maybe because he knew that, whatever it was that had happened to Leon, he was going to be experiencing it now. “Get your hands off of me!”

The masked men didn’t listen, though, and soon he was forced down the cell block where Leon had just returned from.

You looked desperately between Alenko and Leon, trying to give the man being dragged away a reassuring look. You wanted to be concerned for him, and you were, but seeing Leon, with water dripping down his nose, his face and hair and just the collar of his shirt wet . . . you knew what they’d done to him. Test or not, there was no way to fake torture. And he’d struggled hard against them, you could see it in the angry red lines across his wrists, where it looked like restraints had dug into his flesh.

He didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve any of this.

But you knew it didn’t matter what people did or didn’t deserve. Not in this world.

So, as Alenko was pulled away, thrashing and struggling all the way, you could only look at Leon from across the bars. Wishing you could reach for him. Hold him. Wishing you could tear apart the people that did this to him. People like that second, unremarkable man who continued to pace up and down the cells.

“Kennedy,” Alejandro called out to him, even if he couldn’t see him. “You okay, brother?”

There was no answer, and that leash you’d kept on your fear was tugged. Threatening to break.

“Come on, Kennedy.” Williams this time. She was told to be quiet by the man in the suit, but you paid him little mind.

You only focused on the man you’d come to care for so much over the last several months. The man you’d promised yourself you would burn the world for, and who you hadn’t been able to save from this.

“Leon,” you said at last, when you couldn’t take it anymore. “Get up.” Because you had to know he was alright. That there wasn’t more damage than you already suspected.

And it took a moment, but there was a huff. Then a voice that was raw and strained. “That an order, Sarge?”

And then he was pushing himself up with no small amount of difficulty. Leon always got back up. You should have known better.

“Damn right it is-”

“Quiet.” The man in the suit spoke, walking closer to you. The first word you’d heard him say, it occurred to you. Not that you were planning on listening to it.

“You broken?” you asked, as Leon stood, seeing the spent look on his face. The redness of his eyes. The slump of his shoulders.

Still, he shook his head. “Not yet.”

Of course not. He’d fight them all ‘til his last breath.

That idea, when being held by strangers whose intentions were unclear, was what scared you.

“What did they ask you?” Because if you knew, then it might give you some clue into who these people were and what they wanted. Comforting Leon was not something you could do well right now. Working towards getting you all out of here was.

And by the way his eyes met yours, you knew Leon was thinking the same thing. “If I was training for STRATCOM, who I was training with, how many-”

“I told you to be quiet.” The man watching from outside the bars approached like a thunderstorm rolling in.

You didn’t listen.

So, maybe you shouldn’t have been surprised when, as you started to ask further questions, a blur of movement caught your eye. You didn’t have enough time to react before the baton smashed into your fingers, the same ones you’d been drumming against the bars of your cell. Not hard enough to break them, but damn well hard enough to hurt. Your fingers had been caught in sparring enough times that you were familiar with the pain, but the fact that you weren’t bracing for it, that your hand was smashed against the metal bars so abruptly tore a cry of pain from you. You recoiled from the blow, yanking your hand back into the safety of the cell.

The voice that sounded from past your attacker was familiar in sound, not in tone. The voice that you’d come to associate with comfort sounded more like a growl, then. “Don’t fucking touch-”

Leon’s rage was matched only by your own, because you’d just been hit like a dog in a cage. Like you were a pet that was misbehaving.

And you didn’t fucking like it.

“I said,” the man spoke with a condescending tone, looking between you and Leon like he’d just won something, “be quiet.”

So, you locked eyes with the man who’d hit you. The man in his perfectly pressed suit, with his slicked-back hair and plain features. Plain, but for the sharpness of his eyes. A look that almost begged you to speak up again. To give him a reason.

“Do you need a further reminder?”

Fuck him. Fuck all of them.

You stayed silent, letting your eyes do the talking. Letting fury pour out of your stare. If looks could kill, that molten rage would melt this man and the metal bars between you and him. As it was, he didn’t look bothered by the heat of it in the slightest.

Instead, once he was satisfied that you weren’t going to make another sound, he carried on with his patrol.

Leon moved towards you, opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again when you shook your head. Not the kind of trouble you all needed to be making. Not yet.

If you couldn’t talk, then you’d have to trade information another way.

Not that you had long to think about trying to remember tap code, or hand signals you could flash to Leon and the others. About half an hour went by, it felt like - much less time than with Leon - and then Alenko was dragged back to his cell, completely passed out, by the looks of things.

You didn’t get the opportunity to be worried for him.

“This one was talkative while you were gone,” the man who hit you pointed a gloved finger in your direction. “I believe you have a volunteer.”

You didn’t say anything as the guards came into your cell. You tried not to look at Leon as you were dragged away. You knew that if you did, you would only see his worry, his fear, and you couldn’t let that compromise you. Not when you needed to be steel.

Still, you heard him rush up to the bars as you were pulled away, and your eyes found his against your will.

Leon looked like he was somewhere else. Not here in that cell, but a hundred miles away. You didn’t know what about this situation took him there, but you knew exactly where he was. His eyes may have stared at you in desperation, but his mind was stuck in the ashen ruins of Raccoon City.

You tried not to think of that look as you were tied to the chair in another room.

The pale-eyed man stood over you now, his suit just as perfectly pressed as before. Like he hadn’t just tortured two men. Like he wasn’t about to torture you.

It hit you then like a dousing of cold water - an ironic feeling, considering what was about to happen. You were about to be tortured. And you couldn’t do shit about it.

Except maybe spill whatever secrets they asked of you.

“Sergeant,” the man said, and you were grateful for him commanding your attention away from the masked men around you. They weren’t gas masks, but still, their presence stirred memories you needed to keep buried right now.

The pale-eyed man gave you his spiel. Answer his questions honestly and this would be over quickly. You vaguely wondered if Alenko had passed out before or after he’d caved and answered said questions. If Leon had given in. Didn’t matter to you now, you supposed. All that mattered was the fact that this asshole had tortured your friends. That alone was enough for you to decide he wasn’t getting a damn thing out of you.

So, you just stared up at him, your lips pressed in a firm line as he began asking questions.

“Are you training to be an operative of the US Strategic Command?”

“Who is your commanding officer?”

“Where is your base?”

“What are you training for?”

“How many people are training alongside you?”

All the questions Leon had started to warn you about. You just stared up at him, mouth sealed shut. You weren’t going to answer anything. Not a damn thing. You were good at being silent. At not letting people see you, hear you. You’d been better before Leon, but it was like riding a bike, building those walls back up.

But then-

“How did Captain Simon Reynolds die?”

It took everything in you not to flinch as he spoke the name imprinted on the third dog tag you wore. Still, you were sure the man interrogating you had the satisfaction of seeing your eyes flash, of seeing that carefully constructed expression you wore falter.

Because you dreamed every night of how Simon Reynolds died.

You would know that face anywhere, even with the tarnish of rot on it like it was now. Eyes that had been wise and warm were now empty, his skin paled by death. His fatigues were covered in blood, and his mouth hung open in a silent scream. Part of his head was missing from where you’d shot him. Where you’d killed him.

“Captain . . .” you breathed.

“How did he die?”

You clenched your jaw as an answer. Glared up at the pale-eyed man above you. Glared as you refused to answer, and you were tipped backwards, a cloth pressed over your face.

Even as the water filled your lungs, even as you thrashed desperately, you tried to hold on to your anger. Anger had gotten you through the worst days. It had been the fuel to your fire for a year now, before Leon had given you another reason to carry on. Anger had been what kept you alive, when you lay in the snow with shattered ribs and blood pouring from poorly sealed wounds. Anger had kept you fighting when you were in the hospital, when you’d returned to training. Anger at Umbrella, at the man who hurt you, at the world for taking so much.

And even as you choked on the water poured over you, even as it burned your nose and you felt yourself drowning, anger was what kept you from begging them for mercy when it stopped.

Your chair was tipped back forward, and you coughed the water out of your lungs, taking heaving breaths. Your damaged ribs made the process agony, left you gritting your teeth and growling. It took everything in you not to cry out. You wondered how long that resolve would last.

“I’ll ask you again,” the pale-eyed man said, when you were done expelling the water from your system. “And I will keep asking until I get an answer, however many hours or days it takes.” You knew he wasn’t lying. You knew what the immediate future held for you. For everyone in your squad. You knew you could spare yourself a lot of pain if you just answered.

But test or not, it didn’t matter to you then.

So, you just stared up in silence, your body shaking from the effort. Shaking with rage. You’d survived worse than this.

You glared at the pale-eyed man again, memorizing his features. His cold eyes, his thin nose and lips, the lines between his brows . . . Taylor had earned your hatred, but this man . . . he was earning something darker. Something you hadn’t felt since that night you lay in the snow, watching a helicopter take off, glimpsing that gas mask one last time before its owner left you behind, shattered.

You grabbed that unshakable fury and held on tight as your head was forced back once again.

“Tell me . . .”

⧫⧫⧫

“. . . what was her name?”

Leon almost didn’t hear the question. He couldn’t even hear himself think. Not after . . . however long he’d spent in that room. His eardrums hurt. He’d known that music could go that loud, in theory, but . . .

He only knew the man was still asking about Claire, because it was what he’d asked the last time Leon had been dragged into this little room. And the time before that. This was his third visit, now. There were other questions, of course. He’d been asked more about STRATCOM, about Raccoon City. Things that could only be known from reading his report on the incident, or insider knowledge of how Umbrella worked. Leon hadn’t answered any of them. They’d moved on from trying to drown him in favor of leaving him alone with music blasting enough he thought his ears would quite literally bleed. Maybe they would, because he wasn’t going to give them the answers they were looking for.

“Next time . . .” he said, his voice sounding so muted, so quiet, even if it felt like he was speaking at full volume, “. . . next time can you play the Spice Girls?”

You would have laughed at the joke.

If you were there.

If you were back on base instead of in this hell.

God, he wanted to see you laugh more than anything.

As it was, he was just given a disapproving look as the man interrogating him heard his deflection. Very well, the man seemed to silently say, and then he was departing again, leaving Leon tied to the chair. Leaving him to brace for-

⧫⧫⧫

The blow.

It cracked across your cheek, sharp and fast. Another bruise for the collection. Your whole squad was being decorated with them, and now it was your turn. Badges of honor, Valeria had called them, back at Fort Benning.

Harder to see them that way, now.

“How did he die?”

The same fucking question. Over and over, occasionally interspersed with others, but it always came back to this one.

You didn’t know why they’d want to know so bad. If this was Umbrella, they’d be focused more on STRATCOM. Your training methods. Not the death of your mentor. Not the bullets you’d been forced to put through his skull.

The questions they asked told you they were CIA, running a test.

The blows they landed on you, though . . .

It didn’t matter. You’d taken hits before. So you gave the pale-eyed man the same answer you’d given him the last four times you’d been dragged in here.

Fucking nothing.

So, you closed your eyes as the police baton on the table was taken up. Took a breath, and then, deciding you wanted to see the swing coming . . .

⧫⧫⧫

His eyes snapped open.

Leon hadn’t even realized that he’d drifted off, but as he felt hands around his leg and over his shoulder, he realized that he’d been asleep on the cot in his cell. And that whoever was holding you all wouldn’t allow that.

He was just a bit too slow to stop them, his whole body aching from where the baton had impacted, however many hours ago that had been. It made him slower. Weaker.

Enough that he failed to shake the guard off him as he was pulled off the cot, landing hard on the concrete floor.

“Feeling tired?”

Leon had hoped for a few more hours without hearing the pale-eyed man’s voice.

“You can rest . . . if you answer my question.”

Leon groaned as he pushed himself up from the floor. The same thing had happened the last time he’d tried to sleep. It had happened to you, and Alenko, and everyone else. They were keeping you all awake. It would be harder to resist that way.

How long had you all been here? Two days? Three? How long could you all keep going like this?

Leon didn’t know. So, he just glared up at the guard who’d pulled him from sleep, too exhausted to think of something witty to say.

“Just fuck off.”

For once, they listened, and Leon was left on the floor of his cell . . .

⧫⧫⧫

. . . and your eyes met his, across the way.

You stared at him, slumped against the wall, trying to keep yourself awake. It was easier than you thought. All you had to do was breathe hard, then the pain in your ribs would flare, wrenching you back from the dark.

You wished you could take that pain and turn it on the men doing this all to you.

As it was, all you could do was look into Leon’s eyes. Seeing their brightness dimmed was perhaps worse than all the beatings, all the hours you spent in pain and discomfort.

I’m sorry you got hurt, you’d said to him at Fort Benning, as you lay in his arms.

You weren’t sorry now. You were full of hatred. Violence.

⧫⧫⧫

Fury.

He was shaking with it as the piece of paper was held in front of him.

There was writing on it. A little messy. Some words crossed out, like the person holding the glittery pen the letter was written in had made a spelling mistake, and then tried again.

But only a few words were clear to him, in his pained, sleep-deprived state that stuck out to him.

Hi Leon!

The rest was jumbled, and the pale-eyed man didn’t let him look long enough to make sense of it all. What he did see, though, was a signature at the bottom, written in big letters. And it, more than anything else, pressed against his heart until it felt like it might crack beneath the weight.

From, Sherry

She hadn’t written to him.

He hadn’t heard a word from her since he started training.

She hadn’t-

“That’s not fucking real.”

That was all Leon could hiss out, because Sherry hadn’t written to him. He’d been okay with it. He’d assumed that meant that she was happy with her new family, and he’d been so wrapped up in training, so consumed in preparing for what he and Claire had saved her from, that he wasn’t even sure what he’d say to her. He couldn’t tell a child how much the military training hurt. How he barely got himself out of bed each morning.

So he’d let it rest, convincing himself that Sherry was working towards happiness.

“That’s not-”

“There are others like it, Mr. Kennedy,” the pale-eyed man said simply, pulling the letter away and looking it over. “Fewer lately, but she does write them, every so often. I regret that you weren’t allowed to read them.”

It had to be a joke. It had to be a test.

Because if it wasn’t, Leon was going to burn the fucking world down.

“I’m assuming the ‘Claire’ she references in this is the woman who escaped with you all?” The man went on, and Leon nearly snapped out of the zip ties keeping him fastened to the chair. “Give me a last name . . . and I will see that you can read the rest of these letters.”

And that, more than anything else, more than the pain and torture, threatened to break Leon’s resolve.

To know that Sherry was alright, that she hadn’t forgotten him, that she wanted to know if he was alright too . . .

But that was the point, wasn’t it?

This whole experience was designed to break him, and since the physical pain hadn’t worked, they were switching tactics. Peeling away the layers of resistance until Leon was left with no choice but to answer that question.

And in that moment, he almost did.

God help him, he almost gave them what they wanted. Hell, they probably already knew Claire’s last name anyway, if they had Sherry’s letters. If they had seen Claire with Leon in the aftermath of Raccoon City. This was all likely just a test, terrible and cruel. What would be the harm in giving them information they already knew?

His lips parted, his breath shaky as he felt the name Redfield forming in his mind . . .

And then those lips, cracked and chapped from dehydration and beatings alike, closed. He didn’t say anything this time as he refused, loyalty to a friend keeping him from answering.

“Very well,” the pale-eyed man nodded. “Then we’ll just have to try something else, won’t we?”

⧫⧫⧫

You’d known what was happening the second they pinned you to the wall. The minute the guards marched into your cell and uncuffed you. You’d fought them, but there were three of them and one of you. Those odds would have been good, if you weren’t pained and starved and sleep-deprived. If they weren’t wearing armor and you were in your now blood-stained and dirty fatigues. If your ribs weren’t still aching from the fight at Fort Benning.

As it was, you did well enough. Landed a few blows. Punching one in the face, giving him a nice bruise under his mask, you hoped.

In the end, though, you lost, and then one guard pinned one of your arms to the side of you, another doing the same on the other side.

The pale-eyed man and his plain-featured companion filed into your cell, then, but their attention was not on you. Leon looked on in horror from across the cell block, no more than fifteen feet away as he gripped the bars.

“What was her name?” the pale-eyed man asked. You didn’t know who he was talking about, but then, he wasn’t asking you, was he?

Leon just looked on, his knuckles turning white around the bars of his cell. This must have been the question they fixated on for him. Just as they kept asking you about your Captain’s death. Were they asking about Ada? Or someone else? You didn’t know. All you knew was that they weren’t threatening him with pain this time, if he didn’t answer. Leon knew it too. It was why you could see him at war with himself in his own cell, his eyes wide, torn between active anger and a thousand-yard stare.

You didn’t want more pain. You weren’t that self-punishing. You wanted this all to stop, for your sake and the sake of the bruised squad mates in the cells next to you.

You didn’t know who the woman was that they were asking about, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the fact that Leon breaking and giving them her name could spare you this pain.

So, for the first time in days, maybe, you spoke. “Leon,” you said, looking across at him. “Don’t give them a damn thing.”

His jaw tightened. Eyes shining. You were asking him to let you get hurt.

He’d told you once that he couldn’t just stand by and let you suffer pain. But now, he would have to.

It filled you with a grim sort of pride as he nodded, looking away from you in guilt.

“There was no one else,” he said.

And then the plain-featured man stepped up to you. Smiled like he’d been waiting for this.

The first hit was a slap to the face.

You could hear Alenko in the cell next to Leon yelling at them to stop. To leave you alone. They didn’t listen, and neither did you. You retreated into yourself more and more with each hit. Every blow - all designed not to do you any permanent damage, you realized. Still, it hurt. You tried not to cry as unhealed bruises were added on to. As you eventually heard Leon’s voice break as he called out to you.

“Stop it!” he begged, but his pleas fell on deaf ears.

You were clenching your teeth so hard you thought they might shatter, but you could endure. You could survive. You could-

You screamed as an open palm connected with your midsection. A blow that connected with impossible strength. You felt a crack.

And then the world blurred, stripped down to the most basic sights and sounds.

Two figures in suits, approaching you.

“What did you do?”

The ground coming closer.

A scream of your name.

A distant boom.

You barely registered it all because my ribs are broken-

They’re broken-

They’re-

The knife went into you once. Twice. Three times-

You heard more than felt the bone break under the steel-

Red lenses where eyes should have been-

Someone screaming your name-

You couldn’t distinguish between memory and reality. Past and present. All you knew was that you were in a familiar kind of agony.

That the ground was cold beneath you.

There was the sound of commotion.

A red beret above you.

A gruff voice.

But the words were wrong.

“Open these fucking cells. Now.”

That . . . that wasn’t what Krauser had said when he found you lying in the snow.

“Major,” a cool, familiar voice answered, “I don’t think you would want to deal with the repercussions of shooting a federal agent.”

There was the cocking of a gun.

“Try me.”

And then there was darkness.

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A/N: Anddd welcome back to STRATCOM training lads. Once again, this exercise was (unfortunately and loosely) based off real US Army training techniques, specifically Survival, Evasion, Resistance, and Escape training that prepares soldiers for capture and survival in harsh conditions. And once again, oof, I know things about our military that I didn't need to know 🥲

Anyway, Leon has always been more agent than soldier, so it was past time we brought the CIA into this shitshow. Krauser is just about as pleased with it as everyone else.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #resident evil x reader #resident evil 2 #resident evil 4 #resident evil #between the bones #gender neutral reader #leon kennedy x you #no y/n #jack krauser

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amethystina · 1 month

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Can I just say I legit dropped my tea cup when I saw the news about a new fic from you!!! I'm so very bumped for it you cannot imagine!!! Please is there something else you can tell us about it? This is better than anything for Easter and birthday and Christmas!

Be careful and don't burn yourself!

And, well, it's a 5+1 from Ga On's POV that spans across the drama with the concept "five times Ga On touched Yo Han without thinking and one time he did it intentionally." It started with me wondering what would happen if Ga On actually had reached out to touch Yo Han when he first showed Ga On the scar on his back, and then it evolved from there.

And by "evolved" I mean that the touches snowball and cause some slight changes to canon events and their developing relationship. Things escalate a bit quicker than the original, I guess you could say?

And then there will be a bonus chapter (or a +2, if you will) just because I realised I wanted to make the story come full circle with Ga On touching Yo Han's back again and that, in turn, devolved into a sex scene. And, like, the downside of me never having written one with this pairing before is that my brain just went "OH SHINY NEW TOY, GOTTA EXPLORE THIS." So the sex scene is getting really long even if that definitely wasn't my intention, because some part of me can't help but want to explore the dynamic and intricate details of these two having sex x'D

I'm really proud of myself for keeping the rest short, though! (She says about a fic that's 13k, unedited, not counting the, so far, 7k long bonus chapter) Like, you wouldn't believe how tricky it is when I'm used to exploring every tiny nuance and, in this one, I couldn't. There simply was no time. So I had to completely skip any discussions about Isaac, Elijah isn't even in it (which I'm sure is illegal), and a lot of the emotional development happens off-screen.

It's a much quicker, contained story told in a different format than my other fics, but will hopefully still be enjoyable? There will be lots of touching and A LOT of tension, if nothing else. Especially since this is during the time when Yo Han and Ga On are still getting to know each other and Yo Han has more of his Abyss tendencies. And Ga On is more bold since he doesn't have quite as much baggage. So closer to Gravitational Pull than Who Holds the Devil.

But yeah. The thought hit me and even if I "should" maybe be writing on Who Holds the Devil instead, I decided to let myself write this because the concept sounded really intriguing and I knew it would be pretty short (for being me). The bonus chapter isn't quite finished yet and I also have to edit all of it so I don't know when I'll be able to post it, though. But hopefully sometime soon?

And I hope you will enjoy it once I do! Thank you so much for sharing your enthusiasm — it's really encouraging. Like, I still can't believe that people are this excited about my writing. I'm very grateful 💜

#Amethystina Replies #Anonymous #Amethystina Writes #Each Touch (Brings Us One Step Closer)#Is what it's called #One step closer to what you ask?#Well #Read and find out ;)#For real though #I go HAM on the Dangerous Yo Han imagery #Because I admit that's a weakness of mine #I just love how dramatic I can be with him #It brings me so much joy #So look forward to that I guess?

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dandylovesturtles · 1 year

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100 Feet and A World Away Lore Post

I said before if I won the first round of the TMNT AU Competition I'd put up a lore post of my separated (kinda) AU called "100 Feet and A World Away," which is really more of a reward for myself because now I get to ramble about my babies.

This is an AU I've been building in my head for some time and do eventually want to write a fic about. When? I do not know I have soooo many things I'm in the middle of right now but! hopefully! eventually!

So for now here's just some lore because I can't contain myself, I have to talk about this eventually haha. Like releasing a pressure valve.

without further ado

100 Feet and A World Away (a separated (kinda) AU) (aka the Shape of Water AU)

cw: dehumanization, child abuse (not by a parental figure), brief dismemberment (caused by Donnie, not TO him)

Backstory

quick note: in this AU the age gap between April and the boys is bigger than in canon because it just made things logistically easier; April is 20 and the boys are their S1 ages (15/14/13)

everything up through Lou Jitsu escaping with the boys from Draxum's lab happens as in canon

a few years later (when the boys are about 5/4/3), Splinter goes out to get supplies, leaving the boys in what he thinks (hopes) is a safe place (he doesn't have a lot of choices). He comes back to find the boys have disappeared.

he won't know what happened to them for 10 years

they were spotted by a human sanitation worker, who called animal control, who were like "what the hell is this" and got a Shady Military-affiliated Corporation involved. The boys are taken to a lab to be studied and, once their sturdiness and combat potential are observed, trained to be used for combat by the US Military.

the boys didn't go quietly, at least not Raph and Donnie, who viciously bit and tried to run; they were shocked and sedated. Leo, who had Mikey, saw this and decided to comply because he didn't want them to hurt his little brother. Mikey was too young to understand what was happening so his reaction was mostly just to cry.

Splinter had told the boys never to talk to humans, and the boys take this to heart, hushing up and never speaking to the humans even once they're taken to the lab. As a result, the humans know they have large brains but still assume they only have the intelligence of an ape at best. They treat them like animals, really the comparison I keep thinking of is the raptors in Jurassic World lol: something scary but with the hopes that they will eventually act like attack dogs.

to be clear revealing they could talk wouldn't have helped them much so it's for the best

the boys are given serial numbers when they arrive at the lab but the scientists call them by numbers as a shorthand based on the order they were processed in:

Mikey is Turtle 1

Leo is Turtle 2

Raph is Turtle 3

Donnie is Turtle 4

because Raph and Donnie acted aggressively, the scientists were afraid they would attack each other as well as Leo and Mikey, so they decided to isolate the two of them. On the flip side, because Leo and Mikey were more docile and Leo kept holding onto Mikey, they decided to keep the two of them together. An experiment in isolation vs socialization

as a result, the boys have not seen each other for the last decade, with the exception of two Incidents that I won't be detailing in this post (gotta keep a few secrets lol)

the boys are put through harsh training in an attempt to "tame" them and train them to attack/kill soldiers as ordered. they're also run through tests to determine things like their mental capacity and problem solving skills. there's no like medical testing/experimentation on them in this AU though it's mostly like if they do bad they get shocked and also the scientists/trainers don't really have compunctions against hitting them or muzzling them.

when not in training they live in their own zoo-like enclosures inside sterile rooms, much like the one in Shape of Water which is part of why the AU is the Shape of Water AU lol

MEANWHILE

April is an aspiring investigative journalist who just saw her first success uncovering some shady dealings in a supposedly non-profit organization

she receives a tip about something strange happening in an otherwise normal lab and testing facility just outside NYC's city limits

she's expecting to find illegal animal testing or bioweapons research

instead she finds Turtle Four

Donnie

has been isolated this whole time and as a result is more than a little feral, but not so much that he can't talk. he just has absolutely no sense of social etiquette (my inspiration is the bit in Rat Flu where he says "Make him say yessssah" and HEY BOY IT'S ME THE PS5-)

also he's still autistic but he hasn't learned to mask at all so he acts in a way the humans find weird and unsettling

thinks the humans around him are all idiots and he's so much smarter and better than them. basically his canon superiority complex has ratcheted up to 100 because he has no respect for these guys at all

makes regular escape attempts so lab security just keeps adding more and more obstacles (like an electric fence around his enclosure and steel doors to the room)

probably could have escaped by now but he always doubles back for his brothers and that's how he always gets caught by The Hunter

not as good with tech as his canon counterpart but only because he hasn't been allowed to read or study anything while he's been stuck here, so he only knows as much as he's pieced together messing with things in his enclosure and observing the humans. he's learned a LOT even this way (which is why he knows he's a genius!) but his thirst for knowledge is immense and he wants to get out so he can read books! break things and put them back together! use the internet!

has built up an entire imagined scenario of how things will be once he finally does break himself and his brothers out of there and I'm sure that everything will go exactly how he's expecting and there will be no hiccups at all :)

no longer has any attachment to the name Donatello and thinks of himself as Turtle Four, though he does remember being called Purple too

thinks their dad has abandoned them and doesn't really have any hope that he's looking for them

has a lot of scars on his body from his many many escape attempts and punishments, but most noticeably a scar along his jaw on the left side of his face

Leo

has been with Mikey this whole time so is still much more socialized, lucid, and "human" acting compared to Donnie

has poured all his energy since coming here into being Mikey's Big Brother and making sure things are safe and comfortable for him, being upbeat and positive for his sake, trying to make him laugh and keep him happy to the best of his ability, and generally just doing his normal canon thing but pushed to 11

this façade is the only thing keeping him going and god help him if it cracks

the scientists realized early on that it's easier to get Leo to comply if they threaten/hurt Mikey so Leo is scared of going out of line and just a big ball of guilt 24/7

due to An Incident he has a scar on the right side of his face that matches Donnie, and he doesn't particularly trust Donnie as a result. wishes he would stop his escape attempts because it makes the scientists cranky and they take it out on him and Mikey

still insists their dad is coming for them, if only to keep Mikey's hopes alive

inwardly pretty sure they're going to die here

is the only one who has seen Raph since their initial separation and refuses to talk about it

I'll Keep These Feelings Inside And Then I'll Die

still fully associates with the name Leo

Mikey

fully aware that Leo's putting on act for his sake, but if being a Big Brother is what he needs to keep going then he'll be the Little Brother he needs

knows it's unhealthy but what are they supposed to do?

feels guilt for being used as leverage against Leo

fascinated by humans even though he knows they hurt him regularly

once he saw a scientist doodling and his mind expanded by 1000%. the scientist drew him eventually and he's wanted so bad to do art ever since

the previous bullet point sounds like it's leading to a wholesome interaction but it is not, I'm sorry I mislead you

not as sure that their dad will save them as he lets Leo think he is; he has faith that their dad loves them and is still looking for them but also thinks Donnie is right that they should be helping themselves so they can get back to him

generally has more faith in their brothers than Leo does

can destroy you but chooses not to

still fully associates with the name Mikey

Raph

has gone full savage; it's a defense mechanism

his memories are still there, but they're so deep in his mind he currently only accesses them as vague feelings and sensations

still knows his family by scent, if not by sight

gentle giant when he's surrounded by Familiar Smells, very very aggressive when surrounded by Unfamiliar Smells

he's so dangerous the scientists don't interact with him much, which doesn't help the situation

thinks of himself as "it," when he thinks of himself at all

uncovering the real Raph would take a safe place and time and patience and he isn't getting any of that here!

April

was just trying to live her life man

dating Sunita but presently bummed that Sunita has rejected her suggestion that they move in together (it's because Sunita hasn't broken the whole "I'm actually a slime monster" news to her yet and isn't sure how, but April doesn't know that so she just thinks Sunita isn't as serious as she is)

when she meets Donnie he scares the absolute shit out of her at first

her first instinct is to get away from this whole mess ASAP, but then she realizes Donnie is just a kid and she can't just leave him in there

then he reveals he has 3 brothers and no he is NOT leaving without them

what has she gotten herself into...

is undoubtedly and irrevocably Big Sis April by the end

Splinter

never once stopped looking

finally found a lead that seemed legit but would need a human to help him get inside

found out about a young intrepid reporter looking for tips........

and that's all I'll say now ;)

The Hunter

basically the evil Robert Muldoon (from Jurassic Park)

I haven't named him yet sorry

his job is to catch the turtles if they escape, and he also participates in their training

fully aware that the turtles are more intelligent than they let on, thinks this just makes them more exciting to hunt

Donnie is basically his archnemesis (having a 14-year-old archnemesis is kind of cringe though bro)

will hurt them and doesn't feel bad about it

is missing a finger thanks to Donnie (I did say this was a Shape of Water inspired AU lol)

This was probably a little thin in places so if you are interested and have questions ask me! Wheeeeeeee~

#100 feet and a world away #my separated au #there's more I want to say but also I don't want to spoil too much if I DO write the fic #so this is just like #the really basic stuff

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venus-celestial · 2 months

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Hello again everyone I've come to bring you part 2 of the Acosf Au that I posted yesterday night and it basically blew up by the time I woke up this morning

So happy so many people liked it so without further ado let's get on to part 2 (also forgive me if I mix up the timeline)

By the time Feyre makes her way to Nesta's apartment the tonics are already at her door so she knocks and waits

When Nesta opens the door she looks surprised confused and tired Feyre only gives a big smile and explains what she'd been doing for the past few hours albeit hurriedly

Nesta after managing to understand Feyre's fast talking a little let's her sister in and helps carry stuff inside despite Feyre's protests

Nesta and Feyre sit down on the old beat up couchs (more like chairs) and Feyre puts the food between them on the small table

Nesta is very skeptical and confused and Feyre seeing this opens a box that has a few different sweet pastries she then opens the box of food tonic and hands one to Nesta

She explains that it will make eating easier and will help with nausea and weight she then says that Nesta doesn't have to but she'd like to at least try some new pastries together

Nesta looks between the food the tonic and her sister Feyre is patient and gives her a reassuring smile and uses her daemati abilities to send as much love as she towards her sister

Nesta after about 5 minutes opens the tonic gives it a sniff and drinks it it doesn't taste bad she decides then looks at Feyre

Feyre smiles softly and gently hands her half a pastry taking the other half for herself it takes another 8 minutes before Nesta takes her first bite she slowly chews and swallows Feyre following right behind

It takes a second but eventually she gives a tiny nod and takes another bite Feyre is overjoyed but contains herself and she watches her sister eat

Eventually they move onto the Next one and with each new pastry it takes Nesta less time to try and then eat them 30 minutes later they've finished the pastries

Feyre hands Nesta the breakfast and says she doesn't have to eat it right now but it's their Nesta who doesn't feel sick thanks to the tonic decides what's the worst that can happen

They start eating and Nesta asks about everything Feyre explains that the other tonic is for nightmares and sleeping through the night and that 2 of the blankets are heated to keep her extra warm because it gets very cold in the city of Starlight and she doesn't want Nesta to freeze

They keep talking and Feyre slowly learns what kind of house Nesta would have if she could and Feyre tells Nesta about her dream house in return

When they finish eating Feyre asks to be able to put the blankets in her room Nesta nods confused that her sister asked rather than just do it and then goes to put away the groceries

Feyre enters Nesta's bedroom and is not surprised by saddened by what she sees her sister doesn't even have a bed frame it's just a box spring and a mattress that looks like a cat had a field day with it

On it is a single pillow and ratty blanket she puts the blankets on Nesta's bed and looks around the room there's a few books and a closet without a door that contains a couple old dresses

Feyre has a look at them and realizes they've been sewn a few times most likely to repair she adds another thing to the list of things to do for her sister

When she comes back out Nesta has finished putting everything away and Feyre asks if she'd like to go see her art studio with her tomorrow

Nesta asks who with and Feyre says just the two of them and that she'd like to spend more time with her sister nesta looks very confused and agrees and Feyre smiles and asks if she can hug nesta

Nesta looks like Feyre just killed someone and asks why she would ask instead of just doing it Feyre says that Nesta's boundaries matter to her and Then has to control her rage when Nesta quietly asks "they do" Feyre says yes immediately

Nesta nods at her sister and tells her that she can hug her Feyre hugs her gently but firmly nesta tenses for a second but then relaxes

Feyre whispers into Nesta's hair that she loves her and cares for her and that she's right there and always will be she then pulls away and kisses Nesta's forehead and says she will be back tomorrow in the afternoon

She goes back to the river house and immediately goes to her study again pulling out books and plumbing and furniture and also magic she also starts drawing up a house plan

2 hours later and Feyre has discovered a solution to the bath issue a shower she makes a note to find someone to install one for her sister she has also made a list of furniture stores clothes stores and a couple bookstores to take Nesta too

She's on her third book about magic and powers when Rhys and Amren come in Rhys asks her what she's doing and Amren looks at the book she has and raises an eyebrow

Feyre explains that she's looking for a way to have Nesta's magic not hurt her whether it be her using it or not because either way it hurts her Amren (she and Nesta did not have a fight in this God damn au because it was stupid) suggest a conduit as it stores power and it can be used later

Feyre says it's a good idea in the short term but she's looking for something more long-term and permanent but thanks Amren regardless says she'll check it out

Rhys picks up the house plan Feyre had roughly drawn out and asks about it she says it's Nesta's dream home and that she wants to start building it in a few months after she's gotten her sister in better health both physically and mentally

Rhys raises an eyebrow and Feyre explains that Nesta's apartment doesn't feel safe for her but It's far too Soon to ask her to leave it

She then asks Rhys about a plumbing service and when he raises an eyebrow explain she wants to have a shower installed in Nesta's apartment

Rhys doesn't ask anymore questions and gives her a place that will do it She then asks Amren if there is any spell that can be applied to a pin or a bracelet or something that will block out a specific noise

Amren says she will go look through her books and leaves Rhys asks and Feyre just gives him a look and says its private she then says that she will be taking Nesta to her art studio tomorrow and asks him to stay at the river house

After a bit of back and forth he agrees and says he has a bunch of paperwork to do anyway and leaves Feyre reorganizes her list of places to take Nesta and proceeds research for the next couple hours before going to dinner

When she enters the dining room Amren is looking through a book Elain is serving food and everyone else is already seated she gets some questions about Nesta which she answers that she's fine and that she'll be going out with her tomorrow

After dinner Elain meets her in the kitchen and asks about Nesta's Feyre says it's bad but could be so much worse and that she got her to eat today Elain asks if she'll bring her some treats she wants to make for her Feyre agrees immediately and wishes her a good night and goes up to bed

This is where part two ends I have no idea how many parts this is going to be but I hope you will enjoy each and every one of them have a lovely night

#a court of thorns and roses #acotar #nesta acotar #nesta archeron #elain archeron #feyre archeron #pro nesta archeron #pro nesta #nesta deserves better #acotar au #acosf

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damnation-if · 9 months

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Hi, I just played the demo and I loved it! I was wondering if you could give us an estimate of when the next update is coming?👉👈 (Or link a relevant post, if you already talked about and I just didn't scroll down far enough to see it 😆)

Also, I wanted to check, can you be in a romantic relationship with more than one character, and not just a sexual one? Because I might be in love with every single character in this game 🤭

hi, thank you! i'm glad you're enjoying the game :) i've answered the question about romancing multiple characters a couple of times in a couple of different asks but the posts all kind of link back to each other so you should be able to find all the info by. following the various links in each ask i think, starting here XD

i'm going to put the answer to your other question under a cut because some of it is quite emotional for me

i did Sort Of talk about this at the time when it happened, by which i mean that rather than making a post, i talked about it in the tags of an unrelated post i was using to distract myself (i think it was character playlists and how i'm not sure if it's a good idea to do them or not if i recall), but earlier this year while i was already going through a really rough time, my laptop died and i lost a lot of work on the game.

i knew my laptop was old and that this was possibly approaching so i made regular backups and the good news is that because i write in a separate word document and keep backups of those also i didn't actually lose any Writing. however. my twine has a problem in that every second or third game file that i publish from the build is Haunted - it contains passages i removed weeks ago, or writing that i deleted long before publishing it, that kind of weird annoying shit. (other authors have seen my files do this lmfao) and i just have to hope that the backups i make either won't be needed or aren't haunted. anyway... because hope is futile, the last backup i made was indeed haunted, and utterly useless to me as a recovery file. because it's just twine, i still have all the writing, as i mentioned... but i would have to re-code the entire chapter and put it all back together again because of how much the file did not export, which is a complicated and daunting process.

so i made a rambling explanation of this in the tags of a post and decided to take maybe a couple of days off and cool down from this specific disaster before getting into it.

i wake up the next morning to find the IF community absolutely plastered all over with Helpful Informative PSA posts about how Silly it is not to make backups and how if you just make backups you'll never have problems again and you should know better than to not make backups.

now. i'm not a catastrophist. i know for a fact that nobody was making or spreading these posts out of cruelty or a desire to make me feel bad. i also know that it's not particularly realistic to expect people who don't even know me to hunt down the source of a piece of hearsay that's like "i heard from someone that someone said that an author lost a bunch of their files and is really upset about it" to find out what the situation is and whether or not it's what they imagine. i don't even think the vast majority of people knew who it was that was the author involved, or who i am either.

but to already be going through an extremely stressful time and then lose my laptop on top of that and then be obliquely referenced by people i thought of as my peers as kind of just a big silly bumbling goose who didn't know how to manage my files and a "don't be like this person" attitude really, really hurt me. i can't express just how deeply it hurt me. one particular author was openly laughing at me and saying it was my own fault for being too stupid to make backups using a certain twine peripheral program.

so. there was a period of time where i could have found the motivation to just restart the whole chapter myself and re-code it in a frenzy because i wanted to get right back into writing it because. like a lot of authors, i LOVE writing. that's why i do this even when it's difficult. but that potential recovery was sandblasted away by the reactions of people that i thought of as my colleagues in some sense (even though i understand that they didn't do it with bad intentions, in most cases). and i hope people can understand that it greatly lengthened the amount of time i needed to spend away from the game recovering emotionally, despite being a Very Small issue to most people. i'm literally upset again just typing out this answer lmfao

however one other small piece of good news is that my laptop seemingly just lost the ability to turn itself on (because of its age) so i Think the hard drive is intact. meaning that i think i can get someone to pull all the files off it and just have them back fine once i do. the other piece of bad news is that my life is a trainwreck! and i cannot afford that right now. which is why i sort of pivoted to writing the 2000 follower celebration sidegame as a way to enjoy myself while i hurtle through hell sdjgbdfhfdgh

shortly after this thing with the laptop the house i was living in was sold out from underneath me, even though it wasn't supposed to be, and i had to find somewhere to live with my 18 year old cat, but the city i lived in had zero places that would allow cats (they're totally fine with Dogs though of course) so i had to move to an entirely new city on my own while worrying about her health. and right now i spend every fortnight desperately trying to scrape together enough to survive the next fortnight. there were entire months where i had no access to internet! it's been pretty Bad!!

so i get that people really want updates, and i'm really flattered that people do and it makes me happy that people like the game so much. but i am currently expending so much time and energy trying not to die lmfao, and i need to save up the money to get my files back around that. i truly cannot tell you when the next update will be, but i promise you that it Haunts me, probably more than you can imagine XD the sidegame will Definitely come out before it though, if that's something you're looking forward to.

thank you again for your message, and i'm sorry that i don't have good news for you. but i am trying, constantly. every day.

#what does the chaos mirror see #eternal-flame #i hope it doesn't come across like i'm mad about this question because i'm not<3 #it's just that my life is really terrible! and i constantly feel tense and upset about it! lmfao #i was SO nervous when i published the game for the first time that the build i published would be a haunted one lmfao #literally combing through every single accessible passage with a magnifying glass to make sure it wasn't #would it have been better to get the haunting out of the way with publishing the game or keep it for this backup problem?? i don't know #wish it just wouldn't do it i guess. but then again i haven't noticed it as a problem since getting my new laptop #so hopefully i won't have to worry about it in future #hurgh... still not over this properly i guess lmao

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nights-at-crystarium · 9 months

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Fragments - episodes 23-26 author notes

You can find similar breakdown posts on older episodes in my pinned!

Obligatory ShB spoiler warning.

The general status quo hasn't changed since Vivi's arrival to the First: he still doesn't feel any land under his feet, Exarch still doesn't inspire trust, although there's no reason to distrust him either. Vivi isn't in a rush to meet the Scions because usually their perspectives don't help him at all. Hence he fucks around in the Crystarium instead of doing the msq.

You can hear the sound of Exarch failing the dating sim once again.

Talking about a mystel. Bumping into a mystel. They could get run over by a stampede of cats at this point and Vivi would still think this guy's probably a hume. He genuinely has No Idea. Had he had an idea, he would be actually more tactful. Maybe.

Me: no graphic violence Also me: murder onscreen

I hope the reference to episode 11 is clear, but here's a refresher: that's what ARRRaha is mostly remembered as. For multiple reasons. Mostly for magically killing himself and giving Vivi some mild stress and an even milder blow to his ego.

Exarch's fate was to choke on his coffee there and then, he kept his composure by a miracle no less. Vivi doesn't know the meaning of what he just blurted out, he simply rolls the letters in his mouth, still struggling to remember "G'raha".

HE MANAGED! The embodiment of intelligence.

Vivi reflects on the events of previous episodes and the dangers of the fae folk, and decides to do a massive handwave at that. He's walking a fine line, but he legit doesn't care.

Canon emoji user 🖤

Exarch has a hate-hate relationship with sleep, however, when he feels like unwinding or resetting his mind, he turns to memories of moments when he felt safe enough to drift away.

He must've felt the most warm and human when the young Lyna stayed with him all the time.

I sat on this self-contained story for a year. Officially the most wholesome episode ever. There's a bit of One Piece influence, if you remember Nami's backstory. Gen-san wore a pinwheel on his cap to appear less scary to the little Nami, and cheer her up.

Someone read this as "crap glue", which brings me infinitely more joy than my original "craft glue" x'D

There's a super subtle smile. He knows. He probably sensed Lyna approaching him, but remained still to see where this goes.

Back to the present, where they refer to each other by titles.

He's g'oogling.

G'oogle results: 1 fae, 1 slacking idiot.

Exarch isn't just jealous or yearning, he's also kindaaaaa in the middle of his grand plan, yet his hero isn't keen of jumping into action? And he doesn't know how to confront him about that. Luckily, Urianger also happens to be in Il Mheg.

Vivi smacks a like on Urianger's outfit. Rated S for peak sluttiness.

Nobody talks about Feo Ul's snot bubble so I will x'D

Urianger doesn't wanna leave his comfy place for an adventure, he visually demonstrates that while telling a polite lie, trusting Vivi to interpret that as intended.

They have a special vibe of quiet, maskless understanding, even if they don't interact much. They've got nothing to butt heads over. Vivi's fond of people who don't "fit in" and go against the grain. Being smart and observant as he is, Urianger knows that Vivi's rather hopeless, and doesn't waste his energy on trying to debate, direct, or, gods forbid, fix him.

Just a closeup because he looks cute here :> To keep your expectations grounded, though: this's one of the veeeeeery few Urianger episodes. He has little overall "screentime". This comic isn't trying to be a fanservice for every character, even if I personally like them. Gotta keep things focused.

This one's kinda important: Vivi acknowledges how nice and quiet it feels (in the moment? In Il Mheg? On the First?), but the realization doesn't fully bloom in his mind yet.

"Mmyeah there are definitely better cracks to ponder out there".

Another closeup because *clutches at heart*

Two things: his own, genuine excitement to reunite with fren, followed by self-reminder that she's no fren and that he has to maintain distance (Vivi who are you trying to fool you're bad at this).

Also mirroring. He sees Alisaie's face and drops his own.

You peek inside Alisaie's brain and find a coin loudly rolling around, one side says "omg it's HIM!!!!!", the other "beat this mf up". Why? Because she can. And probably because the word of Vivi's arrival had already reached her. He spent a good week doing nothing in the Crystarium (and even Il Mheg) instead of rushing to meet her.

The new tumblr post editor (that wasn't forced on me until ~2 months ago) won't let me add anymore pics. I was thinking of making meatier but less frequent posts of this type, because they'll massively add up over time. Imagine a new reader looking at 300 episodes and 100 recaps. I'd feel overwhelmed. But I guess I'm left with no choice but to keep these recaps relatively short and frequent.

Anyway! Thanks for reading!!!!! I'm blessed to have people invested enough to interact with my work on this level.

#shb spoilers #ffxiv #ffxiv: fragments #fragment ii: new world old friend #fragments talk

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hauntedwitch04 · 1 year

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I hate that I love you

Nyx Acheron x Eris’ daughter!Reader

Words: about 2.4k words

Warning: a bit of smut but more talking about sexy times

Author’s note: HI love! I had this idea about Nyx and I really wanted to write this down, hope you like it. I want to dedicate this to @b7717 , always so sweet with me and she helped me putting ideas down for this story. I took inspiration from “Boyfriend” of Dove Cameron.

p.s. I think I’ll post a second part of this, because I feel like it isn’t finished like this

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You never liked dances, yet here you are, shining like the flame that burns in the deepest darkness and as powerful as the fire that burns whole cities.

A few weeks ago you received a letter where Lenox, the son of the High Lord of the Summer Court, invited you to his birthday party. You were very happy about this invitation, and even your father Eris could not help but be delighted and promise to accompany you to the party. You did not like the dances, however: too many people in a place too small to contain them, the music too loud and people shouting to be heard over the music and the general general commotion, in addition to the horrible discussions to be had with the various members of the Courts.

Another reason why you are not comfortable in this place is the presence of the son of the High Lord and High Lady of the Night Court, Nyx, or rather the "pompous playboy who thinks he is better than everyone else."

When you were little you also got along very well, so much so that your father and Nyx had begun to be more civil to each other so that problems from the past would not interfere with their children; but as he grew up he became a snooty young man who thinks he is better than others and who believes that all girls fall at his feet with one word from him. Gradually you have begun to drift apart until you move on to insulting each other every time you see each other, in fact they generally try to keep you apart because they know you will end up beating each other up, and as you have shown several times you would win and kick the night prince's ass.

Back at the party, you finally managed to escape from the clutches of an obnoxious lady from the Spring Court. That woman had managed to send you into a rage with a few simple questions including why you didn't have a husband and children yet and whether you intended to take your father's place in the future, and when at the last you answered yes, she indignantly went on to explain that a woman should only think about her husband and children and not about ruling and power because that is the job of men. At those words you felt the fire of your family burning powerfully in your veins before you smiled and cursed her and left. Your father through it all was laughing at the scene in front of him, letting you do and say what you wanted knowing that you would manage perfectly well on your own without his help.

"Dad, I'm going to get something to drink. I'll be right back." You say looking at your father, he smiles and nods, so you head to the drinks table and drink a glass of wine. You're standing there deciding whether to get a second one that you hear the most obnoxious voice ever.

"Look who shows up here. How long has it been since we've seen each other Foxy?" Says Nyx flanking you as he too takes a glass of wine. You can't help but roll your eyes and pray he would leave quickly.

"Too little time. I was really hoping not to see you again, at least in this lifetime." You reply, trying to move away, but he, like the flies that buzz around just to annoy, stays glued to you.

"Oh come on Foxy, we both know you missed me." He whispers in your ear in a seductive tone.

"How I miss daggers stuck in my eyes." You exclaim sarcastically as you turn to look at him. You can't help but mentally beat yourself up for finding him so damn attractive. Nyx Acheron has always had an indescribable charm with his violet eyes and well-delineated facial features, and because of that he has always bragged believing he could get any woman he wanted and that has always bothered you a lot, but at the same time you can't help but notice his beauty.

"Do you like what you see honey?" He says with a grin, noticing the intensity of your gaze as you look at him. All you can do is shift your eyes, blushing slightly.

"More than anything, I was thinking about how to divide and hide the various parts of your body once I kill you, so that they can't find you." You answer before smiling at him. "Now if you don't mind, at your highness, I must go to my father, who will be looking for me." You continue with a mock smile on your lips and a half bow, before turning and going back the way you came.

"What took you so long?" Your father asks once you return to him.

"I met Nyx on the street and he obviously had to be an asshole." You answer a little too loudly, so much so that some people turn to look at you. Your father gives a cough and takes you a little further away from them.

"Try to restrain yourself a little my dear, you know how these nobles are, always looking for gossip." Your father continues in a low voice.

"Fuck decorum, that guy makes me mad every time." You say, as smoke seems to come out of your ears, and a hot flush rises all over your body. You think back to those damn purple eyes and curse yourself for wanting his hands on your body. Your father seems to read your mind.

"You know the line between love and hate is very thin, my dear, it often happens that we misunderstand which way we tend to fall." Says your father, smiling, as he hangs your face in his hands and places a kiss on your forehead. "Understand early which way you are going to fall, and let go without fear in case it is the one you don't expect. Fate may surprise you."

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You're bored out of your mind, and you can't help but let your gaze wander down the hall until you meet the eyes of the Prince of the Night, already fixed on you.

Instinctively you are reminded of your father's words, said just before, and you look away, confused by your feelings. First you thought it was sexual attraction, but what if there was more to it. As you think this and do not allow yourself to go any further, afraid of the response you might get. You see him out of the corner of your 'eye approaching you, but someone is faster than you.

"Would you do me the honor of this dance?" Asks the boy who had approached you without your noticing. He is none other than Calian, the son of the general of the Winter Court, who smiles at you and holds out his hand. You've known him all your life, too, and he's never been anything but kind and polite, as any boy should be, and you know that he's always had a soft spot for you, but you've never made it a point to let him feel that way.

Without answering, you smile back at him and take his hand, and together you go to the dance floor. You dance the whole song in silence, his hands resting on your hips with a light, gentle touch, but you feel that gesture is wrong, that his hands are not the ones you wish to be brushed against you. You feel someone's eyes glued on you, and between the twirls you glimpse that the eyes of the Sovereign of Dreams are resting on you, as an immense rage and power emanates from him like an expanding storm, ready to make lightning and thunderbolts at any moment. Once the dance is over you bow to Calian and feel a hand encircle your wrist, and all you can do is turn around. You see him in all his Nyx glory, with the stars of the night blazing in his gaze, gazing into yours that recall those of your Court. You do not realize that you have been staring at each other, saying nothing, until Calian gives a cough, and suddenly you both turn around. You see the young man laugh under his mustache, first leaving, not without first commenting.

"You better be careful Nyx, the girl has fire burning in her, you might get burned." He says chuckling, then adds. "I'll leave you to your looks. See you later my dear." He continues by kissing your hand. "Nyx."

The Prince of the Night does not respond, just makes a growl and then turns to you.

"May I have this dance?" He asks hastily, but you don't even have time to answer that he has already dragged you onto the dance floor. His hands rest gently on your hips, but his fingers cling to your dress as if they need to be certain that you are there with him. His arms and his warmth wrap around you and you feel the need to lean against his chest. Your and his eyes never stop looking at each other for a second, as if they were linked with an invisible chain. Your feet move on their own, and after what seems like an eternity, you stop dancing since the song is over, but your gaze does not fall.

"I...I need to talk to you." Says the serious boy, dragging you out of the room to a balcony overlooking a beautiful gulf. From here the party music is far away, and there doesn't seem to be a soul in sight.

"What do you have to tell me?" You ask pretending to be pissed off, so as not to give away that your body is betraying you. Every fiber, every cell in your body right now is screaming to get close to him and hold him to you, but you hold back.

"What's between you and Calion?" He asks in a tone as angry as thunder from the storm in the darkest night.

"What do you care bat? Even if I was going to marry him or take him to bed you don't have to care, it's my life and I decide what I want to do." You say in a harsh, authoritative tone as you look at him.

You get so close that your breaths become confused and before you can really understand what is happening your lips join in a passionate kiss. Your tongues entwine and try hard to overpower one another. Your hands immediately go to his hair, tugging lightly at it and making him moan with pleasure; while his hands go from holding your face to caressing your breasts and later to resting on your hips, pulling you closer to him. The kiss gradually becomes more passionate, until he brings you to have your back against the wall. His mouth moves on to torment your neck, leaving clear signs of his passage. For a long time you are silent, the only sounds are your repressed moans of pleasure so as not to give satisfaction to the other, until he lets out with a growl a phrase laden with jealousy.

"I can be a lover a thousand times better than any guy you've ever slept with princess, all you have to do is ask nicely. I'm sure I could do shit they never did, all night long, without giving up." He says whispering beside your ear, interrupting the talk with a few kisses. "What's more, I can be a gentleman, too. What do you have to lose?"

"Words, words, words. I need star facts before I can say whether a horse is thoroughbred or not dear." You comment, reciprocating with the same coin, leaving a bite at the base of his neck. You feel his muscles tense and a groan escapes his mouth.

"Sometimes I really hate that I love you know Foxy. You drive me so crazy that I don't know whether I'm about to fuck you so hard that even on the continent they will learn my name by hearing your moans, or keep myself from plugging you." He responds by stroking your face.

"Believe me, the feeling is reciprocated Starlet." You say with a grin.

Interrupting this moment is the voice of Nyx's cousin Hecate, a.k.a. the daughter of Nesta and General Cassian, and as much as she may be your friend, for a moment you curse her for interrupting you, leaving you wanting for this asshole.

"Nyx, where the fuck are you!" The girl asks aloud, stepping into the balcony. In the meantime we had split up, but it was obvious from the way we looked in our hair, clothes and various signs what we were doing. "Oh." The girl continues, looking at us with that obnoxious little smile. You give her the middle finger and the gesture makes Nyx laugh with gusto.

"What do you want Hec?" The boy asks, returning to why she is here.

"Uncle Rhys is looking for you, he certainly had no idea you were so busy." She comments.

"Okay, I think that's enough Hec." He stops her. "Go ahead, I'll follow you."

Hecate nods and leaves us alone for a moment.

"I have to go Foxy, but don't think this is the end of it, after all I am a man of my word." Says Nyx winking at me before walking away and following her cousin, not before leaving a kiss on my cheek.

You can't help but mentally slap yourself for falling into the playboy's mind, but then you remember your father's words and for a moment think about how true the line between love and hate is thin, and you really find yourself wondering if you hadn't misunderstood whose side you were on.

That boy is going to kill you, you are sure of it, as long as you are not the one to do it.

#nyx x reader #nyx archeron x reader #acotar x reader #imagine acotar #eris x reader

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outro-jo · 10 months

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Royal Reunion

pairing: best friend prince bang chan (chris) x gn royal reader

type: imagine

warnings: none i don’t think, my writing is probably annoying bc i went a little too fluffy 🙃😂

a/n: i wanted to post this when i had part 2 done and tbh i might not even do a part 2. idk what to call this but just know that i hate the title too

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“his eyes—no, his smile!”

a face you’ve seen since you were a child and you can’t seem to decide on your favorite feature. thankfully the owner wasn’t inquiring.

“oh, pick something already!” your younger sister groaned.

she had piled into your bed chambers with you while the lightning struck and thunder cracked outside. the poor thing was deathly afraid of storms and you being the protective older sibling must help. it was not only your sibling duty but will eventually be a sworn duty as future ruler, though your tasks would be much more important.

“it’s just so hard because he has the best smile but when i was with him before he had flecks of gold in his dark eyes that reflected with the sun.” you swoon and zone out until a pillow was launched at your head. “hey!”

the thunder outside wanted a word as it shattered once more, sending your baby sister jumping into your arms. you held her tight and close to your chest, resting your head on hers, stroking the soft ringlets of hair.

“do you think he likes you, too?” she asked softly as silence fell on the room once more.

you leaned up and looked down at her, “i’m not sure, little one. i hope he does.” you chewed the inside of your lip in thought.

it had been been quite a few years since you last saw the boy. well, he was a boy then and surely would be a man by now. his own family in the kingdom to the south was no doubt preparing him to begin his reign as king. you smiled at the thought, knowing he would be the best king.

you remember fondly visiting his kingdom once when you were 11. he showed you how to sneak out by the stables and go into town to see the village. it was the first time you had ever seen a bustling town and been able to enjoy it rather than being escorted from place to place to fulfill your schedules. the young prince took you to the market, showing you all kinds of food being made and trinkets being sold, including the bracelet on your wrist with his initial hidden on the inside of the band.

the next morning, you stood in the foyer fidgeting with the very bracelet on your wrist as you anxiously awaited his arrival. you could hardly sleep a wink the night before and it wasn’t the storm keeping you up or the continuing question from the youngest of the family. your mind kept racing all night thinking of him.

would he still care for you? is he still handsome? could you still have fun and run about like children or has time and propriety come to serve as a new master to make things awkward between the two of you?

the incessant, plaguing thoughts were interrupted by a carriage rumbling down the gravel drive.

“THEY’RE HERE! THEY’RE HERE!” you sister cried out and took off to greet them.

“darling!” your mother called to reign her in. “i know you’re excited but let’s not bombard our guests as they arrive.” she held the young girl into her side but she couldn’t contain her for long and it didn’t matter anyways.

the young girl’s best friend of the same age bolted from the carriage before the major domo could even open it and announce their arrival. the girls squealed and embraced each other as the remaining passengers got out one by one to greet their corresponding friend. you waited patiently and smiled as each pair embraced in their own way. the anticipation was killing you though there weren’t many people in the transport. it still seemed to feel like an eternity.

finally you looked up and a head of dark curls poked out of the carriage before the young man stepped out with a crunch to the earth below. the breath your lungs desperately tried to force out got caught along the journey and it all at once felt like the world moved in slow motion.

it was definitely his smile with those dimples.

no, had to be his sparkling eyes.

while your brain began the back and forth, he was approaching you. you suddenly became more worried about what to say. was this real? maybe you were still asleep.

“y/n!”

better than a dream.

“chris! hi!”

though everyone around you had fallen into their familial exchanges, forgoing the air of pompous and stature, chris maintained his composure while somehow radiating a warmth. he bowed his head and sunk down slightly in a bow which you returned graciously. the hoard of newly reunited friends made their way into the large home and began refreshing each other on their lives now. you were the last to enter, or so you thought. a hand caught yours as the others continued unaware as your shot back to the dark eyes that sparkled with mischief. he held a finger to his smiling lips and led you of to the side quickly, leading through the side way to the garden.

though it had been years since chris had graced the halls with his presence, he knew the property like the back of his hand. every room, hall, and inch of marble floor was etched into his memory and he knew exactly where he wanted to take you.

with your hand laced in his, he led you through the green hedge maze in the garden to get blissfully lost in the shrubbery and blossoming flowers. you followed behind, breathless not from the exertion but from the way you heard raced from the moment he took your hand. when he could no longer contain himself, chris stopped in the heart of the labyrinth and took you by the shoulders. he smiled brightly at your wild appearance. your eyes wide in wonder and hair that was neatly tucked back, now loose and flowing in the soft wind. chris couldn’t help himself and he rested a hand at your jaw before leaning in to kiss you softly. your feet suddenly left the ground and colors swirled behind your closed eyes. all too soon his warm, soft lips left yours before you could even realize with your lids still fallen and kiss still reaching for his. the sound of chris’s fond chuckle set your feet back on earth again.

“i missed you.” he confessed softly. “was so worried before coming here that you wouldn’t feel the same or that it had been too long.”

you shook your head frantically. “i worried the same about you.”

his smile grew wider and you could see the visible relief in his shoulders as they fell. chris took this opportunity to look at you the way he longed to when he was away, sending a silent thanks up the helios for casting such a stunning golden hue on your features. his dark irises drinking in every inch of sun-kissed skin before him. he wanted to memorize the way he knew this palace, the way he knew the laws of his kingdom, the way he knew how fast his heart could race your presence.

the questions that plagued you before finally all had their answers. clearly, you two could run around like children and he was more handsome than ever, and most importantly, he probably cared for you more than he ever had. seeing your chris again had you absolutely in the clouds and you were certain that you never wanted to come down.

voice overlapping from the palace broke your trance and the pair of you shot a glance to look before taking off hand in hand again. once more, you raced through the maze until you came out to the other end and were met with your old faithful oak tree. chris led you to the aged wooden swing held up by the old, sturdy rope as he began to push you into the air. as chris pushes you back and forth, you take this opportunity alone to catch up with each other.

being the ones in line for the throne came with an immense pressure, one that you both took incredibly seriously. for chris, he wanted to chance to prove himself. he wanted to care for his people and lead them well. however his biggest reason for accepting such a daunting role was because it meant his little brother wouldn’t have to carry such a burden. chris would do anything to make his siblings life as easy a life as possible.

for you, the title of ruler was never one you were entirely thrilled about. the expectations placed on you were confining and usually held you to an impossible standard you constantly felt you were just short of. it meant being a disappointment and very rarely being allowed to be yourself and do the things you wished. you remember the sinking feeling when your siblings were free to run around the garden while you sat at a table with the arduous task of pleasing an irritable tutor. however, it was the love of your kingdom and the people that kept you on the treacherous path you were destined to.

having this in common meant both you and chris understood each other in ways that very few could. the two of you allowed a freedom with each other that was more rare and precious than any material possession. this freedom made way for a love to bloom where so often a love isn’t even allowed. the stories of monarchs past haunted you, where your ancestors entered a marriage of politics or good breeding rather than affections that were frequently neglected. you wanted to step out of the shadows of the past to live a live where you could express your affections freely and have the returned. that’s where chris came in.

the sun began to return to its resting place, painting the skies with reds, oranges, and pinks to welcome the arrival of the solemn moon. chris opened up to you about the struggles he had faced over the last years in his solitude that mirrored your own challenges of late. though he shared, he never complained which was more than you could say but chris always appreciated your honesty and opinions. the conversation continued well until the stars came out and the two of you had moved to lay in the tall grass. your head rested on his arm, bodies laid pressed to each other and your hands meeting in the middle to lace in and out of one another. neither of you cared for the dinner bell that was called or the voices that cried out in the dusk beckoning your return. finally after your lady-in-waiting had come to collect you, chris agreed it was time to retire for the night.

a small ache began to form in your chest as you would have to spend the night without him but the excitement of seeing him with the return of dawn was enough to stave you off until your next meeting. you said your goodbyes by candlelight and chris gave his parting with a tender kiss to the back of your hand. you walked back to your room with the same hand held to your chest and a lovesick grin on your face. your eyes closed that night and the last images that replayed in your mind were of his sparking eyes and his perfect smile.

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losttheclown · 9 days

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If I said I was upset I'd be lying, this was in fact the ship I wanted.

Prinxiety won!! 🤭

Warning, this story contains, bad writing, as graphic detailing as my little bean brain will come up with(it's like 1 or 2 sentences), angst ish, mostly fluff, hanahaki :D

P.S - I'll also be posting a little fluff tickle story whenever I get it done but the Lee mood is strong rn, and writing ler shit is hard

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Roman had been acting weird lately, like really fucking weird. He had been avoiding staying in a room with the others for longer than about 10 to 20 minutes at a time, and that just didnt sit right with Virgil. Virgil knew Princey, he would never avoid everyone like this, least of all his friends. While no, him and Roman didn't have the best of relationships, Virgil was still determined to get to the bottom of this, well that and the anxiety he had about the situation was gonna kill him.

It was about 7:30 when Roman decided to go back to his room, he hadn't been out for more than a hour, but before he went back into his seclusion he had a coughing fit. Now under any other circumstances everyone would have thought he just wanted the rooms attention if he started coughing, but this cough... It sounded... Wet, like something was stuck in his throat and he was trying to hack it up. Virgil gave it about 10 minutes before he snuck off to go check oh Roman. On his way to The fanciful sides room, he had to pause because were those.... Bloody flowers? "What the hell..." Virgil mumbled to himself as he picked up the pace to getting to Romans room.

Virgil stood in front or Romans room quietly, he didn't know how to approach a situation like this, let alone with Roman. Hesitantly Virgil knocked on Romans door, there was silence for a moment before the door opened and Roman was stood on the other side. There was silence between the 2 for a good minute before Virgil finally spoke up "i- uhm... I just wanted to check on you-" before he could get another word in Roman started coughing again, the same cough as before, but this time Virgil could see he was coughing up blood and flowers? He finally understood, he knew what was going on, he didn't think it was possible for this to actually happen, but it was and the proof was right in front of him. Virgil took a step forward "Roman, who is it?!" He said, panic running through his voice. Roman shook his head, he panted for air "it's no one-" he gritted his teeth, as he tried to keep from coughing again. Virgil put his hand on Romans Shoulder "Roman, you can't just - cough up flowers and expect me to not worry, clearly it's someone! Hanahaki doesn't happen just because!!" Roman looked at Virgil quietly for a moment then sighed, he backed up pulling Virgil into his room and closing the door behind them "it's... Not" he kind of paused, trying to think of what to say, "it's not that I dont WANT the help, I just... I know rejection makes it 10 times worse and -... While I know we can't die per say, I just... It's hard enough to deal with now... " he mumbled rubbing his face. Virgil stared at Roman quietly, he didn't seem to know what to say, he wasn't Patton he didn't just have the words. Virgil nodded a little "listen... We might... We might act like we hate each other... But honestly, I think anyone would be stupid to reject to Princey... I mean come on, look at you!" He gave Roman a small smile. Roman grabbed Virgil and pulled him into a hug, which while not upset about it, Virgil was most definitely not prepared for it. It took a moment for Virgil to hug back, "Roman I-" before he could speak anymore Roman finally spoke up "I'm sorry, I've never been a nice person to you... And here you are telling me I'll be okay..." Roman pulled back and put his hands on Virgil's shoulders "I really appreciate you Virgil" he smiled. Virgil stared at Roman quietly for a moment before breaking into a smile "what else did I expect from you, God's your cheesy" he gently punched Romans chest with a laugh. Roman grinned "well, it's the least I can do before telling you" he paused, his grin fading into a sad smile "it's you." Virgil kind of stepped back, looking at Roman quietly for what felt like ages before finally speaking up, "me-... You- wait-" he kind of sputteted out trying to process what Roman said. Virgil was ripped from his thoughts when he heard Roman start coughing, it was different, the cough sounded almost like choking, it was wheezy and like Roman genuinely couldn't breathe. Without much of a second thought Virgil sat Roman on the floor and ran off to get him water, when he came back he set the bottle next to Roman and kneeled next to the princely figure rubbing his back. When the coughing fit was over Roman all but flopped back onto the floor panting for air, holding onto the flower he had coughed up in his hand.

The room was silent for what felt like ages, before Virgil cleared his throat and mumbled "I love you too Ro." Roman looked over at Virgil and smiled "I love you more, my chemically imbalanced romance" he teased a little, to which Virgil's eyeshadow bags shifted from black to Purple. He stared at Roman for a moment before looking away, a little smirk on his face, "you're so dumb" he said with a small chuckle. Roman grinned "what did you expect? You just told me I was Cheesy, and you weren't wrong." The princely figure reached over and dropped the flower in his hand into the trash, he turned his head to look at Virgil again, "you know... I didn't expect you to feel the same way... It's kind of nice that you do." Virgil scoffed a little "I've had feelings for you pretty much since we met Princey. Actually, now that I think about it, I've openly flirted with you a few times and...." he trailed off taking note of the way Roman was staring at him, it was such a genuine full of love look, it caught Virgil off guard. Roman just smiled "well don't stop talking now, tell me AAAALLLL about how much you love me Virg" he teased. Virgil could feel his face burning with embarrassment, "you're... You're messing with me... Right?" The apprehension in Virgil's voice made Roman frown. He cupped Virgil's face "not even a little bit cutie, keep going, I'll listen to you any day."

The 2 spent the rest of the night in Romans room talking, occasionally taking breaks for Roman, Hanahaki doesnt just go away over night after all.

~ the end ~

Wow- okay, the amount I mulled over this fic- hah, so anyways, hope you enjoyed.

#the clown wants attention #the clown writes sometimes #prinxiety #roman sanders #virgil sanders #roman x virgil #hanahaki #fan fiction #fan fic writing

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