#“how many” like imma count all the fuckers in my head
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my mom and I were talking and (idk how we got here?) she asked me how many voices I have in my head. the genuine, hearty laugh that came from me was so concerning, bcuz, what do you mean how many??? I can't count those mfer 😭
#i didnt mean to laugh#really i didn't#but that shit was funny#“how many” like imma count all the fuckers in my head#she looked so concern#she thought it was a joke#AND ASKED AGAIN#i might have laughed again#it ended with her accepting im crazy and moved on#love my mom frr#happy mothers day mom#you get an insane daughter as a gift
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Truly, Madly, Deeply
Daemon Targaryen, Viserys Targaryen, Otto Hightower x Targ!Reader + with a hint of Aemma x Reader
Summary: This follows the five (and a half) accounts you, the princess, get ravished by your immensely loyal subjects.
Word Count: 20k+
Warnings: fem!reader, twin!reader, targcest (brother fucker), aged up!everyone, pwp that spiraled out of control, so much smut (masturbation [fic literally opens w it], voyeurism, threesome [f/f/m, f/m/m], vaginal penetration, dom/sub dynamic, anal penetration, double penetration, oral (f receiving), marking, cock warming, breeding kink, degradation kink, praise kink, public sex, hair pulling, edging, biting, spanking, choking/breath play, cream pie, overstimulation), internet translated high valyrian, slow burn, fuck boy!Viserys, stupid puppy!Daemon, church boy!Otto, baby girl!Aemma, city girl!reader, angst, fluff, jealousy, possessiveness, typos, etc.
A/N: you guys imma be so for real this shit is nasty like NASTY 🥲 DD/DNE MINORS DNI
btw i did the math for their ages during this time and 💀💀💀💀 i aged them up cos viserys is canonically 16 when he and aemma were wed which means daemon is 14. We're all going to agree everyone is in at least their 20s cos aint NO fucking way im writing about children fucking. Also the fact i almost made her fuck otto twice but i got too tired to write it HAHAAH. title is a 1d song btw, or a savage garden one, depends on who you are
Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony @risefallrise @slavyanskiyahui @sloanexx @esquivelbianca
"Though Prince Baelon and Princess Alyssa had one set of twins and, sequentially, a son, it was not uncommon for many to think or mistake their children as triplets, moreover when they reached a certain point of maturity. It was almost ascertain that where one of the three was found, the two would not be far off, especially during the fires of their youth. Though eventually, both Viserys and Daemon would outgrow their sister in height and weight, neither would outgrow her wit and command over them, leaving her apparent as the head, and the two as her shoulders."
--Excerpt from 'The Songs in the Dance of Dragons' by Grand Maester Hamish, circa 500 A.C.
Daemon laid on his back. There was a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead and chest. He had gone to bed in the clothes he was dressed in the night before, though it was drenched in all sorts of fluids. He could not be bothered to change then, he could not be bothered to change now, not even as the hour passes swiftly.
His sister would soon return from Citadel for their brother's wedding.
And he loathed it.
He loathed to know his sister, that you would shine your face upon him, only because Viserys asked you to come.
Viserys asked.
Viserys asked you to come.
Daemon's breath strains in his neck.
"Come, sister... come on my cock."
Daemon grits his teeth at the words, willing that sour memory away, cursing his brother's existence.
It was not helping him get what he needed from his hand right now.
Damn you. Damn you and the fact he had woken with an uncomfortable hard on, for he had dreamt of you.
He dreamt of your cheeks, of your shoulders, of your waist. He dreamt of how you embraced him tenderly against your breasts, and how snuggly he fit against you, for he was still at an age where you were taller than him. He belonged against your ribs then.
He pants as he strokes himself rapidly up and down.
He belongs against your ribs now still.
He tricks his senses with the memory of you. He recalls the way you smelled, the way you caressed his cheek, and the way you furiously defended him against Viserys' coarseness.
Daemon remembers a moment wherein he wept against you, there against your ribs. His tears that day were sweet, for he had you on his side.
He imagined that moment as he touched himself. He willed the memory of your scent and your voice into existence as he tightly pleasured his pulsing manhood. He recalled the softness of your palm as you brushed his chin affectionately. He pretended his working hand was yours.
Daemon's heart pounded as he chased after the feeling growing in his loins. He further quickens his actions.
The next part of the memory plays in his head against his will. Viserys barks at him and you, pointing out that he too was injured by their argument-turned-brawl.
Daemon heaves heavily.
Fucking Viserys.
He screws his eyes shut as he curls on the cushion, shifting on his spot as his arm began to tire.
He tries to freeze the memory in his mind, wanting to think only of your feel, your fragrance, but his mind is not on his side. He watches with his subconscious how you break away from him to go to Viserys, to go to your twin, your wretched half, to him he could never compete with. Yes, he too was injured, though, in Daemon's opinion, he was undeserving of your attention, for Viserys had inflicted a much larger wound on him.
Daemon's nostrils flare as his eyes rip open.
Where the pattern of the ceiling should be, he sees how you kissed Viserys to calm him down.
He heaves heavily, body straining even more as he fucks himself with hand, a growing bitterness in his mouth. It was not the morning breath that tasted so.
And again, he remembers it; the sour memory.
"Viserys," you moaned.
Daemon shakes his head furiously.
"Come, sister," Viserys panted as he thrust roughly into you, "come on my cock," he sighs, "be a good girl and come for your beloved twin, my pretty."
Daemon feels tears build in the corner of his eyes as he seals his lids tightly together. He relives the sounds his older siblings made that horrid afternoon.
He chokes on his spit as he thinks of your oh-face through the small crack in the door you idiots carelessly left open. He remembers how Viserys stuffed himself into you while on your knees on the guestroom bed, how he yanked your silver locks back and slapped his hand on your mouth to shut you up.
It didn't work; Daemon could still hear your lewd sounds slip through his fingers. He heard them clearly, even now.
Daemon comes to the thought of Viserys spilling into you. He comes to the remembrance of how his brother pummeled forward into you and how his sister plummeted down because of him. Daemon thinks about the strain on Viserys' neck as he spasmed into you and how your spine arched as you screamed into the cushions.
Daemon feels his heat shoot out and sputter hotly into his hand. He catches his breath and feels his heart race. His length softens.
He catches his breath as he cranes his neck and checks the mess he's made. He clenches his jaw, irritated by how much of himself he spilled on to his breeches at the thought of his older siblings coupling.
He grunts and angrily sits up. He growls as he stands and rips his clothing off, throwing them onto the floor. His long, light hair bounces by the ends of his shoulder blades as he heads for his bath.
It had been a few years when he caught you and Viserys, and yet the memory was still vivid. It was forever seared into his mind. He was boiling with an unnamable emotion. He was unsure if it was rage, hurt, or envy, but it was burning true.
That day, Daemon he had been looking for you, wanting to gift you a necklace as a remembrance of him for your departure to Essos. It would be one of the many solo travels you'd have since then. And it would be the first time the three of you would be apart, the first time you would be away from Daemon. He wanted so badly to see you that day, and instead he saw treachery in its truest form.
That same day, later that afternoon, as Daemon recounted against himself the unspeakable acts he bore witness to while staring blankly into space in the gardens, the twins came looking for him.
He was repulsed by how you two acted so nonchalant, like everything was normal, like you two hadn't just been fucking in secret, like you had not just been sharing each other's spit and slick. He then hit him like a boulder, that this nonchalance was present because you two had most definitely been going at it long before today.
He is immediately hostile when you reach out for him. Daemon slaps your hand off and threatens. Viserys immediately steps forward as you reel back, and puts Daemon in his place.
Daemon remembers all of this as he washed himself in with a sweet smelling water in his tub.
The smell was reminiscent of you.
He hates it.
He hates that Viserys soiled you. He hates that had taken your maidenhead. He hates that he no inclination to tell their parents that he intended to marry you. He hates that because he wouldn't have done the same. He hates that you seemingly enjoyed being taken advantage of, by your twin, no less. He hates that you touched him with the same hands you used to touch Viserys.
Yet, he hates that he had shoved you away in his disgust. He hates that you had fallen into Viserys' arms because of it. He hates how he had gotten berated by his older brother for hurting you. He hates that he had stormed off after. He hates that he had never given you the necklace. He hates that you had still left on dragon back that day although he was upset with you. He hates that you had incessantly sent him letters, although he never responded.
He hates that you arrive with late today. He hates that he's been so agitated because of how late you were. He hates that Viserys sees through him. He hates that his older brother tries to calm him down. He hates that his words help.
He hates that he comes alive when you emerge. He hates that you cut through the festivities. He hates that your holy halo steals everyone's attention.
He hates that you immediately greet Viserys. He hates that your beloved half drops what he is doing for you. He hates that you embrace Aemma as well. He hates that you so eagerly dote on her.
He hates that you reach your arms out to him, like everything was fine between the two of you. He hates that you pull him for a kiss. He hates that he goes weak. He hates that he nuzzles his face into your neck. He hates that he feels himself twitch in his trousers at the scent of your perfume.
He hates that he missed you. He hates you so much.
Daemon braces you against his chest. He feels you rub your cheek against him. He releases a sigh. You belonged there, against his ribs.
Your long silver hair was wound in curls and braids pinned with shining metals and jewels. The back cut of your red dress went past your shoulder blades, the front was deliciously right above your cleavage. His hand rubbed the curve of your waist, familiar yet so foreign against him. By your nape dangled baby hairs that tickled your skin. He finds jealousy of it. He tickles his nose and lips against your milky neck, making you curl at the feel and giggle in response.
He missed you... so much.
You pull back. Daemon doesn't want you to, but he is powerless against your wishes. You slip from his fingers and he finds it mildly bearable only because you smile at him. You kiss him on the cheek again and tuck his hair behind his ear.
"Skorkydoso ēza ñuha valonqar issare?" you coo as you caress his cheek, "ēza Visērȳs issare sȳz naejot ao?" How has my baby brother been? Has Viserys been good to you?
Daemon licks his lips as he watches yours curve into a bigger smile. His violet eyes meet your own as you rub his chin with your thumb. He is a child in your clutch all over again.
"Oh, damn him," Viserys calls from his seat. You and Daemon were standing across him.
With an eye roll, Viserys grabs his chalice of wine and mutters, "he's no better than when he was four, sissy."
Aemma beside him chuckles but says the name of her betrothed in a scolding manner.
Daemon watches as you turn to your twin, "do not insult my darling, you imbecile."
Your twin turns to you, "pah! I will say what I want about the fucker. It is my day, you brat!" He points a finger, "kessa daor sagon pryjata ondoso ñuha idaña." It will not be ruined by my twin.
Daemon turns to Viserys as you scoff.
"And pray tell, what will you do about your bratty twin, Viserys?" you raise a brow in challenge.
Viserys smirks and leans back on his seat, "I'll have her over knee and discipline her like when we were younger."
Daemon clenches his jaw so tightly his teeth could break.
Aemma laughs and slaps his shoulder, "hush, love. You will do no such thing. Much less on our wedding day."
Daemon thought Aemma looked none the wiser as she said that. He looks at Viserys, catching a darkness behind his eyes, then back to you, finding the same shadow. You roll your eyes at him. It takes everything in Daemon not to burst at the seams. If only Aemma knew. Gods be good, his tongue itched to finally be granted retaliation.
But he couldn't do that. He couldn't do that to his dear cousin, Aemma, at her wedding. Seven hells, he couldn't even do that to Viserys, though he loathed him so. But most of all, he couldn't do that to you.
So he kept his mouth shut.
You release a sigh and click your tongue at Viserys.
"Ahh, my love," you turn to Aemma, "how joyous yet tragic that you will deal with him for the rest of your life."
Aemma holds back her giggles, "well, it's not like you will be able to rid of him entirely either, my princess."
You grin form ear to ear as your eyes dart back to Viserys, "an unfortunate truth."
Your twin takes his turn to roll his eyes.
Suddenly, you grab Daemon's hand and reach out the other to Viserys, "might my brothers indulge their favorite sister to a dance?"
Daemon's ears perk. He quickly pulls you into him, but you repel him slightly, wanting the eldest to join in. He eyes Viserys, mentally telling him to decline the offer.
Viserys raises his brows, "you're our only sister."
"Precisely," you purse your lips.
"And you're quite irritating," he adds, earning another scold from Aemma.
Aemma leans into him, "come now, my love. Your sister has traveled far to attend to our day. The least you can do is share a dance with her."
Viserys turns to Aemma, face softening at her lilac doe eyes. He sighs then stands, turning to you and Daemon, "fine. But I shall make it a point to step on your toes."
You cock your head to the side, "funny. You're acting as though you are capable of anything but."
Daemon sizes up to Viserys as he approaches and takes your hand. The eldest catches his expression and scoffs, "oh, bugger, I will not steal your sister from you, Daemon. She's all yours."
Daemon seethes, and yet before he can bark anything back, you yank both of them to the dance floor and eye both of them hotly, "I will not have my brothers quarrel on such a lovely morn."
"When have we never not quarreled for your attention, sister," Daemon finds himself retorting with little thought, with little emotion.
"Oh, Daemon," you mutter, leaning into him, "emā dōrī ēdas naejot vīlībagon Visērȳs syt bona." You have never had to fight Viserys for that.
Viserys scoffs out a chuckle, "aye. She would rather feed me to her mount before she ever ignores you."
Daemon begins to bristle at the thought, at the lies his older siblings were shoving down his throat.
The three of you dance to the upbeat music. The two men alternate between steps to fill in as your partner.
As quickly as he was made furious by the words he was just told, he was struck with awe at your form. You danced between them, expertly spinning towards Daemon and Viserys at every other down beat. It was a sight to behold. It was so mesmerizing everyone began to watch.
He had forgotten how good you were at this. How easy it came to you to entertain them because you had always made it a point to dance with both brothers at every occasion. He had forgotten how happy it was to dance with you and Viserys.
Daemon missed you so damn much.
Viserys catches you as you twirl toward him. He places his hands on your waist and glides with you for a whole 8 counts. Afterwards, you continue the steps and move towards Daemon. You and him circle around each other, smiling fondly as you did.
Aemma, from her seat, feels her heart soar at the sight of the siblings making merry in the middle of the room. She was overjoyed that you had caused this shift, that you had made the occasion, and the princes, as sparkle in a way only you could.
Her breath hitches when you catch her gaze as you danced with the two men, both unwilling to avert their eyes from you. They very evidently missed you greatly. She was glad her wedding was a good enough cause for your return. Aemma shifts in her seat when she sees you bite your lips. She missed her beloved cousin as well.
"It was known that Queen Aemma and her good sister were incredibly fond of each other. Their sisterly bond would never be bruised or broken by any issue. Most notably, the princess attended to Queen Aemma whenever she was with child. She would treat the queen's only heir, Rhaenyra, as though she was her own, would mourn the passing of each of the queen's stillborn children, and would be greatly changed after Queen Aemma's sequential death from labors. Her death was a source of strife between the princess and her twin brother, King Viserys." --Excerpt from 'The Blood of the Dragons' by unnamed maester, circa 350 A.C.
Aemma moaned as you kissed her and reached your fingers into her soaking thighs. She grabbed at your hair and you instantly pulled back, swatting her hand away, giving her a stern look, "you'll ruin my braids, lovie."
She sighs as you crawl down body, peppering kisses all over her skin as you did. The fabric of your dress rubbed against her naked form and the bed dipped where you propped your hands and knees as you continued your descent.
Aemma could not help herself and reached out to you again as you sucked on her skin. She rubbed the sleeves of your dress and felt goosebumps form on her chest where your cold necklace dragged down her hot skin.
When her hands involuntarily clawed into your scalp, you pull away, shifting on your knees. You hiss and grab her wrists, giving her a stern look, "filthy bitch. I warned you once before. Don't be naughty or I won't let you come."
Aemma takes in the sight of your swollen lips and licks her own, feeling a pit form in her belly at your beauty.
Viserys, who was lying beside Aemma, feels himself get hard as his sister looks down on his wife.
I tilt my head at her, "I taught you how to be a good girl, didn't I? Hmm?"
Aemma nods slowly.
"Then be a good girl," you slap her wet folds, making her yelp, "and hold up my hair while I feast on your pretty cunny," you purr, kissing Aemma's left breast as you gathered your long hair up.
Aemma shudders and takes your hair in her hands, curling up slightly as you travelled south.
The sound Aemma makes when you kiss her tenderness makes Viserys' cock twitch. He heaves as he watches you rub your nose into her pearl and grab her supple thighs, willingly squeezing your cheeks between them.
Aemma calls out your name hoarsly. Viserys calms himself, remembering he promised to only watch as you gave your good sister her wedding gift.
Aemma's back arches as you work your tongue into her. She cannot help but rip at your hair though she tries her best not to.
"So sweet, and all mine," you purr, "isn't that right, Aemma?"
Aemma coils in her spot and screws her eyes shut. She knows she will be in trouble if agrees, she knows she will be in trouble if she doesn't, and she knows she will be in trouble if she keeps her silence. So, she responds with what is best for her in that moment, "yes."
You lift your eyes, feeling yourself grow damp at the sight of her wantonness, "yes what?"
"Kessa, ñuha dāria, Iksan aōhon," Aemma sighs. Yes, my queen, I am yours.
You moan, wild for the sound of High Valyrian, and chuckle darkly, eating her out more eagerly, "sȳz riña." Good girl.
Aemma screams when she feels your teeth nip at her.
Viserys had had enough at that point.
He climbs off the bed and walks behind you with his raging erection. Neither of you seem to notice, but you finally do when he rips your skirt up and rubs his tip into your pulsing heat.
Aemma's eyes break open as you pull away from her to look behind, "you filthy fuck, I s--"
You do not continue because your words are sliced in half by the lewd moan that rips out of your mouth when Viserys thrusts into you. You feel two pulses in you, your own and his. He grunts when he feels you clench around him.
He feels different, snugger inside you somehow. You brush it off to the fact it has been a while since you've had him.
"I promised to only watch my beloved as you tongue fuck her--" Viserys leans down and takes your hair from Aemma. She gratefully releases it and reaches out for your cheeks, wordlessly begging you to attend to her again.
"--but I did not say I wouldn't touch you, pretty whore," he smiles as he begins to thrust a rough pace.
You squirm and tighten your grip onto Aemma's thighs as he does this.
"Jikagon va, rene" he pants, "kesā daor gaomagon ñuha ābrazȳrys isse jaelagon." Go on, slut. You will not keep my wife in want.
Aemma licks her lips at the sight of her husband fucking you in front of her. She feels her core flutter at the familiarity. She feels her pulse in her core more prominently now. She places the back of her knee onto your shoulder, breathily begging, "please."
You whimper as you turn back to Aemma and huff hotly onto her flesh.
And so as you feasted on Aemma's weeping womanhood, you were battered by Viserys' angry manhood.
The sounds in the air were obscene, squelching, delirious, and as you all slowly rode toward your highs, Viserys made it a point to make it difficult for you.
He yanks at your hair and makes eye contact with Aemma, "you will come when I do, but this bitch between us will not."
You lift your head upon hearing that, but Viserys pushes you down, making Aemma yelp at the way your face digs into her. You pull up to catch a breath, lest you suffocate on princess cunt. It wouldn't be the worst way to die.
"Did you not say that I shouldn't waste my seed, sister," Viserys taunts as he quickens his pace, "I will throw you to the side and come in Aemma's pretty cunny, as I should-- as you said I should," his hands reach between your thighs and begins to rub you there, "līvi ȳdra daor māzigon." Whores don't come.
Aemma whines when you begin to slow your pace and desperately lifts her hips up for more friction.
The sound of her helpless whines send a spiral through your belly. You would not dare leave your darling girl unsatisfied. Aemma is grateful that you begin lapping eagerly at her again.
"What say you, come slut?" Viserys hisses, "you have quarrels with your king?"
You groan when Viserys begins to rub your sensitive nub harsly, making Aemma, in turn, squeak.
You're in no place to pick a fight with him and so you breath against Aemma, "inside."
Viserys' ego inflates, "skoros iksin bona?" What was that?
"Iemnȳ, Visērȳs, kostilus." Inside, Viserys, please.
He smirks, "Iemnȳ qilōni?" Inside who?
"Iemnȳ nyke." Inside me.
Aemma's breath strains as she opens her eyes. She does not want to miss this.
Viserys laughs, "greedy little stupid whore," he slaps your ass, "maybe I should fuck a babe into you too. Maybe then you'd cease with your slutty urges."
You take out your frustrations on Aemma. She loves it.
"Aemma wouldn't mind, wouldn't you darling?" Viserys says, "you want to grow a babe the same time as your good sister?"
Aemma whines and nods, "yes! Yes."
Viserys imagines the sight of his two girls filled with his seed, carrying his children, "mmm, fuck."
Suddenly you're all coming.
It was unintended, but the gods made it be. The three of you shiver and spill into each other. The room is heated with your breath and your voices echo through the chamber. Aemma is the loudest, a high pitched squeal ripping through her throat. You shake and squirm, glad to have gotten Aemma spasming beneath you as you spasm above her yourself. Viserys grunts as he digs his fingers into your hips as he bottoms out.
The white noise that plays is one of pure bliss.
When Viserys pulls out, he carelessly drops your hair onto your right shoulder and then jumps beside Aemma as he catches his breath.
You lift your head and look at Aemma who is staring at you with blown eyes. You smile at her and kiss her navel, "like my gift, pretty girl?"
Aemma nods as she heaves, "yesyes," she sighs, "thank you, my love."
You feel your skirt fall down your legs as you crawl over Aemma to kiss her on her lips. Her tongue darts out onto your wet ones, relishing the taste of her on you.
When you pull away, you wipe your lips then slap your damp hand onto Viserys chest with a fury, "stupid fuck."
Viserys yelps and recoils at the harsh assault but breaks into a laugh. He pulls Aemma into his chest as your crawl off the bed, "what?" he asks innocently as he kisses Aemma's temple, eyes not leaving you at all, "I did what you begged me to, darling."
You stand and walk over to dresser, grabbing yourself a damp piece of cloth stationed there, wiping yourself down, "you'll fuck a babe into me, will you?"
Viserys laughs. You roll your eyes as you look at your reflection on the vanity.
"What?" he says again, "Aemma truly wouldn't mind, wouldn't you, lover?" Viserys turns to her as Aemma turns to him.
Aemma, no longer drunk with lust, makes a face.
You answer for her, "you would let me mother a bastard like a true whore, brother?" You eye him as you lift your skirt and wipe the evidence Viserys left in you, "that's not very prince-like of you." You chuck the towel at him after cleaning yourself, "but then again, you've always been the bigger whore between the two of us."
Viserys tires to dodge the towel, but he does not.
Aemma turns to you and offers a smile, "she is right, Viserys. As much as I would love to have children with her, I would not have her be ostracized for it."
You smile back at Aemma and walk over to her, pushing your hair back as you lean in to give her another kiss.
Viserys watches as you do this then mutters, "then I would make her my second wife."
You pull away from Aemma and roll your eyes yet again, "I will be no ones second."
The married couple watches as you walk away. The man calls out, "you're my second! Second in birth, second in life, my sweet half."
"No, I was your first," you correct sternly, heading for the door, "you married your second." You turn over your shoulder to add, "no offence, Aemma."
Aemma shakes her head, "I am honored to be both your seconds."
With that, you give them one last look and open the door, "enjoy your marriage."
Aemma leans into Viserys shoulder and smile. The latter answers, "there is talk that I will ascend grandfather's throne. I will wed you then, sister."
You roll your eyes and close the door, loudly calling out, "goodbye, brother."
You begin to venture down the halls and find yourself strolling down the gardens. You feel of the breeze on your skin and breathe in deeply the fragrance of the flowers. You smile to yourself, shutting your eyes as you basked in he sunlight.
You had gone a great many places, yet still, there was no place like home.
"There you are," a voice calls. Soon after a hand comes to your back. It doesn't take long for your to figure out who it its. "I have been looking for you everywhere."
You open your eyes and smile at Daemon, "and I was just looking for you."
You watch as Daemon's lips curl into a smile. You catch how he tries to hide how pleased he is by the sentiment. You push his hair away as the wind blows it to his face, "I thought you would be off on dragonback."
Daemon purses his lips. How could you possibly know that was his plans?
You chuckle at his expression and link your arms with his, "you've forgotten I'm always right."
"Well, I was about to," he leans into you, a grin playing on his lips, "but then I thought it would be better if I had you to accompany me."
"Dōna valītsos," sweet boy. You smile and nod, "I would love to ride with you."
Your younger brother and you begin to leisurely stroll down the area, savoring the weather as well as each other's presence.
You press your cheek upon Daemon's shoulder, "I am certain Alaerion will enjoy riding with you and Caraxes again. She hates being bound or caged, but she was excited to go back to the pit after being away for long."
Daemon feels his chest swell with joy upon hearing that. "I am excited to see her too. It's been a while since red and indigo graced the skies together."
As you make your way to the dragon pit, you are intercepted by an unexpected face. You halt in your tracks, stopping Daemon along with you, upon seeing the man in green across us.
The man stops as well and immediately greets you with a reverent bow, "your majesties."
"Otto," you mutter with a surprised smile. Daemon eyes this Otto persona as he rises, violet eyes immediately poking daggers into his form.
You break away from your brother and push your hair behind you, "what brings you to King's Landing?" you tilt my head to the side, "it's an awful long way from Old Town."
Daemon clenches his jaw tightly as Otto steps forward. It was all to clear to him that the cunt was smitten by you.
"I have been offered a position to represent my house in the small council," he presses his lips into the faintest of smiles, "I have merely accepted the honor."
"Ah," you lift your nose, "I see."
Daemon comes to your side and pulls you into him. His stare does not leave Otto, and soon enough his violet eyes lock with his green ones.
You topple into Daemon due to the force of his action, but you do not mind. You enjoy how you are roughly handled by your brothers, more often than not. You bring your arm around Daemon as he rubs your side.
Otto blankly stares. Daemon notices the clench of his jaw. You notice the building tension and break it.
"May I present Prince Daemon Targaryen," you announce, though you do not turn away from Otto, "rider of Caraxes, and my darling baby brother."
"It is an honor to meet your acquaintance, prince Daemon," Otto bows in regard.
Daemon turns to you just as you turn to him and offer a mischievous expression.
Daemon's eye twitches. Him? Really?
"Darling, this is Lord Otto Hightower," you speak to your brother, though your eyes go back to the said man. You finally notice how Otto clenches his jaw as he smiles and nods at the prince.
You turn back to Daemon. Your brows furrowing at the sight of the lines on his forehead. Hmm. Odd.
"He was a friend I made during my tours in Citadel," you reach out to his face and rub on the creases forming on his skin.
Daemon breaks his hard gaze from Otto, and softens when he turns to you.
"He was kind to me, and even spoke on my behalf to see the place, though he was actually sent to escort me away. He, himself, is adamant a woman had no business at the place," you turn back to Otto, "but I think I have become the exception."
Otto turns to you and instantly croaks out, "not an exception, princess. I would much rather lose my honor than subject a woman like you to the life lead by a maester--"
You laugh.
"--but I am not a man without reason," he shifts on his spot, "you told me your stance and I was moved by your case. I merely spoke what you told me to the Grand Maesters, thus allowing you to tour Citadel freely."
"And I am thankful for your services," you give a lopsided smirk, "I was beginning to think my travels would have been for naught had you not..." you trail off, "come."
Daemon's ears clap. He grinds his teeth as he watches Otto's reactions closely. The prince's nostrils flare at his poker face. The fuck does not betray himself at all, and it makes Daemon's insides boil. He will kill him the moment he does betray himself, and Dark Sister will enjoy the blood bath.
Otto is nonchalant even as he to turns to your brother. And when he does, you speak again, "I look forward to seeing you around, Otto," you smile, making the brown haired man turn back to you.
"My brother and I will be taking our dragons for a ride," you raise a brow, "perhaps you would like to join us."
Daemon face falls as he hears your offer. He look to you in betrayal and disbelief.
You feel the hot gaze of your brother.
Otto as he pipes up, "I would not like to intrude upon you and your brother, your grace."
"Come now," you speak to him, though you tilt your head at Daemon, "I'm sure my beloved brother can find it in his heart to bring you along."
Daemon stiffens as he stares at you.
You hold back a laugh and point to Otto, "surely Caraxes wouldn't mind if he dangled beneath his belly, Daemon."
Daemon pulls his head back.
Otto does so too, then his eyes widen at the insinuation.
The prince suddenly breaks into a toothy grin and laughs with his whole chest. You follow suit.
Daemon turns back to the lord, "sissy's right," he raises a hand jovially, "my boy would appreciate a live necklace. And I think you would make quite an amusing one."
Otto grunts where the Targaryens giggle.
Daemon leans into you as he laughs and you shake your head at his exaggerated movements. You sigh and turn back to Otto, "I jest, Lord Hightower. Very truly, I agree that anyone who wishes to squeeze between Daemon and I would be intruding."
Daemon catches his breath and finds himself kissing your cheek. You turn to him, smiling at his affection. He pulls you in close.
"We must away," you turn to Otto, offering a final smile, "I look forward to seeing you around, my lord."
Daemon's smile flattens when he hears Otto's oily response, "as do I, my princess."
"It was no secret that Lord Otto Hightower was repelled by Prince Daemon Targaryen, just as he repelled the latter. When the prince's brother ascended as king and announced Lord Otto as his Lord Hand, tensions grew between all of the mentioned parties. Though many could attribute their dislike for another to the Rogue Prince's uncouth tendencies and the Lord Hand's disapproval of it, there are a great many rumors that say their conflict was borne out of their mutual desire for Lone Woman of Citadel, The Fanged Beauty, the Princess-"
--Excerpt from 'The Histories of the Hightowers' by Lord Baelor Hightower & Maester Lucien, 209 A.C.
You had been in the middle of getting ready for the day when there was a knock on the door. You were sat on a chair in front of your vanity in nothing but your shift dress, combing your silver tresses. You pulled up the neckline of your soft, thin dress as you awaited whoever wanted to seek entrance. A moment later, it was clear it was not your a servant because they did not immediately announce themselves.
You turned from the reflection of the door to the door itself from over your bare shoulder. You continue to brush your silver hair and smooth it out with fragrant oils.
"Who is it?"
"Who would dare intrude on the princess as she dressed?"
You smile upon hearing the voice. You turn back to your reflection and call out, "go away then, Dae-dae."
The doors break open and in comes a grinning Daemon, "I will do no such thing, sissy."
You snort as you watch him walk over from the mirror. You set your brush down and turn to him as he leans down and brushes your hair to the side. He kisses your neck then takes your hand and kisses the visible blue veins there. You chuckle and roll your eyes, "alright, what have you done?"
Daemon smirks and pulls away, walking over to your bed, "I have no idea what you mean."
Your eyes follow him as he sits at the side of your bed, crossing his arms, looking out to you with a rascal look.
You take in his attire, the sharply cut leather of his top that complimented his figure, his shiny black boots and his snug pants. He has grown to be a dashing man, you think. You smile fondly at him and lean your head into your hand, "you nary show me affection simply because you want to, Daemy."
He cringes at the nickname; that being the one he really did not like. You enjoy it so precisely because of the fact. You bubble in amusement of his face.
Daemon leans on the headboard, "is it a crime to want a change of pace then?"
You shake your head and roll your eyes, "not at all, my love."
His stomach rolls at the pet name.
Daemon does nothing but watch you after that.
He watches as you throw your hair behind your shoulders, as you lather your skin with lotions, as you paint your skin with rouge. He jumps off the bed when you grab a necklace and attempt to put it on. He eagerly mutters, "let me."
You turn to him as he circles behind you, handing him the gold chain with blue jewels. You gather your hair up, looking at his reflection as he fixed the necklace upon your throat.
Daemon makes it a point to brush the back of his hand against your jaw and nape as he hooks the piece of jewelry around you. Once it is fastened he takes your hair and smooths it down, "gevie." Beautiful.
His attention is focused solely on stroking your hair so he does not see that you smile at his reflection as you say, "hae issi ao, lēkia." As are you, brother.
He ceases his actions upon hearing that. He stills in his spot for a long moment. Your smile fades when he remains rigid too many seconds too long. You straighten up and blink rapidly a few times. You decide to break into smile and tease, "I should ready myself for the flock of ladies that will throw themselves at you."
Daemon finally turns to you, or rather your reflection.
You tease further, grin growing, "and perhaps I should ready potential matches for you, my prince."
You reach out for your earrings and begin to put them on. You offer him a playful look as you do so. You freeze at his response.
"What about you?"
You furrow your brows and hook your golden earrings to your ear, "what about me?"
Daemon watches as you put on your other earring then turn on your chair to face him. He looks down on you and shifts on his leg. He links his hands in front of him, "you are four years my senior. You are a woman," he reaches out to your cheek, "my woman."
You raise a brow at his words.
"If anything tis I that should be fussing over your matches, princess."
You close your eyes as you chuckle softly. You take his hand and look back at him, "oh, my baby. You needn't fuss. You needn't ever fuss about me at all," you shake your head, "ever."
Daemon's gaze is locked upon you as you stand and kiss his knuckles. You tilt your head at him and bring your hands down. You pout softly, "or have you forgotten how formidable your sissy is? Lest you forget, I will remind I broke your baby teeth because you wanted to steal the pony father gifted me."
Daemon cannot help the snort that leaves him and looks away from you. You find yourself smiling at his reaction.
"I will fuss over you. I will care for you. You are my responsibility, Daemon. Twas I that promised mother-" you suck in a breath, "that you would not be without one when she-"
"But I am not your baby!" Daemon snaps at you, "I am not a child and I have no need of your coddling anymore!" he quips, yanking his hands out your own.
The action, though not physically painful, hurt you deeply. You immediately feel your chest tighten as he walks away from you. He head to your bed again but does not sit and just stands by its side, back turned to you, "you overcompensate your mollifying for the time you've spent away from me. I despise it." He turns back to you, eyes very suddenly red with hurt and anger, "you say you care for me, but you leave me for many moons and stay for but a few days!"
You feel your throat constrict at his accusing tone, "I send ravens for you every--"
"YOU THINK I WANT YOUR FUCKING LETTERS?!" Daemon bursts as he marches over to you, gripping your shoulders tightly.
You look at him in bewilderment, and soon enough, your eyes begin to glass. Daemon watches your tears spill and your lips quiver.
"So... that is why you never respond to me."
Daemon's forehead wrinkles and he releases your shoulders. He drops his head and huffs, "that's not what I meant."
You release a deep breath, "then what do you mean?"
"I-" he lifts his face slowly, reluctantly looking at you, "I do not want this from you."
His words stab at you deeper. You shake your head and clutch your chest, "you no longer want me to care for you? Is that what you want?!"
"No," he weakly retorts, grabbing your hands, squeezing them tightly. His knees buckle, "that's not what I want."
"Then tell me what you want!" you cry out, "do not speak hurtful things to me like you did once before then never explain why."
Daemon recalls that day. That day he meant to give you a necklace but never did. He looks at the one on your neck now then remembers where he stashed away the object that reminded him of you and Viserys' treachery. He blinks as he brings your hands to his face, "I want you to love me the way I love you."
You caress his cheeks and shake your head, unsure of what to say, "I love you so much, Daemon."
Daemon furrows his brows and straightens, rubbing your arms back and forth. "I want you to love me like you love Viserys," he heaves heavily and takes your pulse to kiss it, "but I want you to love me more."
"Oh, Daemon," you rub his cheeks with your thumb, "I already love you more than I love Viserys. I always have loved you more, since the day you were born."
Daemon heaves heavily upon hearing that, anger and frustration building within him.
When you pull him in to kiss him, he leans towards your mouth, but so swiftly bring his head down and kiss his forehead instead.
It destroys him.
He shoves you away and you look at him like a deer that's just gotten shot. He gives you one last look before storming away.
You call out to him in hopes of stopping him. You so badly wanted to chase after him, but you were too afraid that he would shove off all over again, and things would end the same way the ended the first time you got into such argument. You did not want to go through all of that for the second time. So you let him leave.
Daemon looks over his shoulder as he storms off, laughing bitterly at the lack of calls. So, you don't care enough to follow after, huh?
After you got dressed, you quickly look for Viserys, eager to spill speak your woes, but when you found him, you see a great many Lords discussing many things with him. Undoubtedly they were trying to get into his good graces for he was now unofficially the heir to the Iron Throne.
You would not interrupt him at this time. You did not want all of those Lords to see you in this state anyway.
So instead, you find yourself seeking solitude in the small shrine room for the Seven. There you knelt before the bust of the Mother and wept to her, praying for comfort.
You do not realize someone knelt next to you until he speaks.
You gasp and turn to your right. Otto Hightower mutters a prayer, "I pray the Mother will give comfort for our sorrows and wipe away our tears."
You release a breath and you take in his closed eyes. You turn to the statue.
"I pray that she guide us through our heartache, that we may find peace."
You sniffle and look to your linked fingers, "will you pray for me as well, Otto?"
Otto turns to you and responds, "I am praying for you, my princess."
You hold back your tears as you meet his gaze. Otto's solemn expression falls even more grave when he sees the tears streak your cheeks.
You whimper and give him a sad smile, "thank you, my lord."
Otto continues to pray for you, pacing his prayers to your breathing. By the time you've calmed down, he ends his supplication to the gods. His heart is heavy as he looks at you. So badly, he wishes to dry your tears.
Otto clenches his jaw, "we can continue to pray, or, if you'd like," he turns to the statue of the Mother, "you can vent your sorrows to me. Perhaps I could do something to... remedy your issue."
You release a soft chuckle. You turn to him with a soft smile and nod your head, "I would be grateful if you listened as I spoke my troubles."
Otto looks back upon you, taking in your undone hair and your pink face. Whichever fool dare wronged you will not rest easy.
"I only need you to listen," you nod quicker, "that is all. I would not require you to do anything for me, Otto."
Otto thinks he would do anything for you. He would kill for you. He does not say that though and only shifts on his spot, turning his whole attention to you. He offers you his hand in comfort.
You gratefully take it and shift closer to him.
Otto wishes to wipe your soft cheeks but he knows that if he does so, he will not be able to hold himself back from doing his other urges, ones that were far less noble and descent. After all, he sneaks a look to his side, the Mother is watching.
"My brother and I got into an argument," you sigh as you look at him through tear laced eyes.
Otto knows exactly which brother you were referring to and yet he still asks, "your twin, or your... baby brother?"
You wipe your face roughly, "I argued with Daemon."
"Mmm," he hums, "prince Daemon is a rather rugged character. I cannot say I am surprised by his actions."
You feel a protective anger surge through you. You glare at him and pull your hand away.
The sentiment strikes through him.
"You are supposed to be listening, are you not?"
Otto does not respond.
"I do not need you to weigh in on my brother's character. I know his far tendencies better than anyone else."
Otto submits and bow his head, "forgive me for my crassness, your grace."
You turn away from him and look up to the face of the Mother before you.
He watches the tears continue to fall from your violet eyes. Fucking Daemon Targaryen. He takes in how silver strands of your precious silver hair cascade over your face and shoulders and thinks you are Mother incarnate. He draws in a deep breath to calm himself and to rip of all the unholy thoughts that were building in his head.
"He cuts me so deeply, Otto," you mumble, "I love him dearly," your lips quiver, "I only want the best for him, but it's like... it's like-- it's never enough. It's like my love is not enough. It's like I am not enough. I cannot be me. I cannot want the best for me..." you turn back to him, "I want to see the world with Alaerion. I want to feel the wind in my hair. I want-" you choke, "... he spurns me for my want."
You shake your head and try to hold back a fiercer wave of tears that threaten to spill out of you. You cannot help that you break and crumble into your hands.
The lord cannot help himself any longer either, and pulls you into him as you weep in sadness. You clutch him tightly and pour your heart out into his chest. He shushes you, strokes your hair, and pats your back.
You both end up sitting on the floor to better accommodate your shared embrace. It was still pretty uncomfortable, but both your knees were grateful for the change of position.
He feels the way you shake your head against him.
You sigh, "I'm sure you scoff at my ideas," you pull away from him. Your hands go to his shoulders, "you do not agree that mere women are meant to do such things."
"But you are not a mere woman," Otto clutches your cheeks, "you are a Targaryen princess," he wipes your tears away, "you are closer to the gods than men," he shakes his head, "you do not crumble, you conquer."
Your lips part at his words. No more tears fall from your eyes after.
"Do not waste your energy on a boy who does not recognize you as what you are," he says, hands slowly going down your neck.
You take in a deep breath. You shift on your spot, "and what exactly am I?"
Otto swallows a lump in his throat as you crawl onto him and straddle his lap. Immediately, he feels his pulse in his trousers, and though his eyes momentarily flick to the Mother behind you, he does not make any attempt to push you off. You were the Mother. He nearly tells you this, but manages not to. Instead he speaks as he swipes the pad of his thumb to your pink lips, moist with tears, "a queen."
You place take his hands in yours and lift your nose, "you would make me your queen?"
"You are already my queen," he mutters under his breath. He sits up straighter and brings his hands to the swell of your hips, adjusting you atop him. Your own hands go back to his shoulders again. Otto adds, "I would make you whatever you desire."
You lean into him until your foreheads were pressed together. He makes a sound when your hot breath hits his face.
"And what would you do to be able to give me my desires?" you say this in slightly amused tone. You say this to taunt him.
Otto knows this, but he doesn't care. He answers seriously regardless, "whatever it takes."
His soul nearly leaves him when you whimper.
Right after you make that sound, he traps your mouth against his. You instantly lean into him and moan at his warmth. Your fingers scratch up to his collar, then they dig into the roots of his dark hair. He, himself, moans when you tug firmly.
Otto wastes no more time and quickly digs into your skirts, ripping them up until he had access to the softness between your thighs. Sweet mother, he's missed you. He eagerly touches your core and it makes you break away from him, in lieu of groaning as you leaned into his shoulder.
He's gotten practice since the last time you've met. You being his first, he quite clumsy with his touch. You did not get to teach him much in Citadel, for your escapades were always rushed and unplanned, not unlike what it was this very moment. He made it a point to get better though, knowing he'd see you again once he got to King's Landing.
"Seven fucking hells," you mutter against his ear as your one hand squeezes his bicep.
Otto rubs his cheek into yours and whispers, "feels good, doesn't it? I've practiced for you."
You squeal as rubs his fingers in purposeful circles and maneuvers according to your reaction. He feels you pull his arm closer, so teases a finger into you. Instantly, you let out a sharp moan and whimper. The sound of his name echoes through the shrine and it was the holiest thing he had ever heard.
His other arm hand goes around your torso and secures you in place, "I will make you feel better, my queen."
You moan against his neck and suckle on his skin there. You begin to rock your hips into him as you begin to weep from your cunt.
When he feels you dripping, he finally slips a fingers into you, and you groan at the feel of. He nips at your earlobe and works into you in a similar pace that you buck yourself to.
"More," you mewl.
He adds another finger.
He feels himself grow harder than he already was. It begins to feel uncomfortable, but he rather liked hearing you make the noises you were making.
You push his arm off, making him grow rigid. You shake your head and kiss his lips. You did like the way he was stretching you out, but that was not enough.
Otto's actions slowly grow reluctant because of your head shake. You dive your hands into your skirts and sigh softly, "need you now, Otto."
He immediately perks, in more ways than one, and helps you as you grab onto his pants.
The moment he is free, you feel your cunt clench and your mouth water at the sight of his throbbing cock.
You waste no time and quickly lift yourself up and mount him through a strangled breath.
He spirals with a string of veneration, praising the Mother for the glorious feeling of your soaking heat. He grips your hips for dear life as you slowly begin to fuck yourself on him. Holy, holy, holy.
"Do I feel good, Otto?"
Otto grunts and tightens his old on him, helping you with your bouncing, "so good, my queen. So good, my love."
You whimper at the sound of his endearment. You bite your lip and grab his face, forcing him to look at you. You heavily pant, "you going to fuck me good in front of Mother?"
His eyes widen then dart away from your momentarily. He does not respond.
You do not like that.
You clench your jaw and bring your thumbs to his parted mouth. You dig your fingers into his teeth and push his jaw down, "I asked you a question, boy," you heave, "will dare ignore your queen?"
Otto lets out a guttural noise at the sound of your words and chokes when he feels clenching around him. He breathlessly responds the moment you pull your thumbs out of his mouth, "no, my queen."
You let out a grunt when he begins to match your movements with upward thrusts. You drag out a prolonged exhale and rub your nose against his, "then what, you sycophant?"
He heaves.
"What will you do to me, church boy?"
Otto growls and digs his fingers into your waist. He digs his heels into the floor, allowing him to ram himself into you with more ease and viciousness. The squeaks and yelps that leave your throat adds further fuel to the flames into his body. He attaches his teeth to your neck and bites down. He hotly speaks against you, "I'm going to fuck you good in front of Mother."
You moan and throw your head back as his movements begin to grow more erratic that your own. Otto yanks at the neckline of your dress and claws at your breasts that threaten to spill out. He hungrily stuffs his face into that spot. As he does so, he unintentionally breaks off the gold chain on your neck and the thing trickles down your cleavage.
Otto pull away tp stick his fingers into your top and fishes for the thing. You you take his face and push him back into your chest. He brings his hands underneath your skirt and squeezes your bare thighs.
"I'm close, Otto," you whine, finally finding his tempo as you maneuvered over him.
Otto licks the skin from your sternum up to your collarbone, then kisses all the way up to your jaw, " 'm fucking you good enough then."
You groan and dig your hands into his hair . You pull at his brown locks as you sigh, "so good."
When he comes, he says a rough prayer of thanks to the Seven under his breath. The feel of his spilling into you and the sight of his rolled eyes, paired with the sound of his prayer was so twistedly delicious that you come a few second later.
"Vaogenka līve," you whimper as you continue to ride your high, "ao rattan bisa tolī olvie." Dirty whore, you liked this too much.
Otto does not stop in his movements, as the overachiever he was, though it was quickly beginning to be painful for him. He literally pushes through it and only stops until you begin to squirm. Even then he makes it a point to roughly flick his hips before finally stopping to catch his breath.
You go jelly against him and defeatedly lean into his chest as you even your heavy pants.
Otto rubs your thighs and nestles his face against yours, relishing the feel of your heartbeat.
You brush his hair away and kiss his ear, "what would your gods say about the sinful acts you've been doing in their temple with the princess?"
Otto kneads at your thighs and it is only then that you feel there is something in his clutch. He huffs, "my faithful servant is a man of duty," he looks upon your face, "he is most loyal to the crown and has gone to great lengths to assure it's... contentment."
Your lips curve into a smile, "great lengths, you say."
Otto leans in and nips at your lip, "a humble length."
You giggle, and as does he. He cannot help but moan at the feel of your clenching around him because of it. He then pulls his hands out of your skirt and wraps his arms around you.
"I broke off your necklace, princess," he mutters through a kiss on your neck.
You hum, "I think that is treason."
Otto bites at your neck, "and what is your sentence?"
You moan at the feel of his tongue on your pulse. You comb through his hair, "mmm, fuck me good in front of the Father."
His laugh echoes across the room. The feel of his amusement vibrating into your core begins to excite you all over again.
"Filthy girl," he whispers.
"You're worse than I," you retort.
"Mmm," he pushes your hair back and takes in the shimmer of your face, "then I ought to replace your necklace only to be able to rip it off you again when I make you come in the shrine of the Father."
You give him a wicked smile and shake your head, "see... you're worse than me."
"Well, I learned from the worst," he kisses your shoulder.
"One of the first issues King Viserys took up when he ascended was that his twin sister. Many frowned upon the fact she was inching past the age where a well-bred lady ought to be married, and yet still went off on tours with her dragon mount. It was no secret the princess was a free spirit. Beyond her renowned and well-documented travels across Westeros and beyond, it is said she left trails of broken hearts and longing lovers, all willing to offer their inheritance and very souls in exchange for her hand. Many a man came to contend for the honor of being her husband, but there were less than a few that were even considered. In the end, her only real prospects were Otto Hightower, the hand of the king, Daemon Targaryen, the brother of the king, and Viserys Targaryen, the king himself." --Excerpt from 'Chapter 3: The Fanged Beauty' of 'The Lone Woman of Citadel' by Grand Maester Mateos, 354 A.C.
Daemon was ignoring you.
He was choosing to ignore you.
It was not a coincidence, it was an active choice.
Perhaps it was believable the first few times that, when you walked in a room, he was leaving, but then the days passed and you made attempts to seek your brother out. You called to him only to be shunned.
You were set to leave again, soon. Daemon knew this. He found no point in facing you if you would leave him all over again.
Yet things after this would happen so quickly. Your grandfather would order you to stay for the proclamation of his heir, he would pass come days later, and your twin would then be named king, your younger brother, his heir.
You thought that the rift between you and Daemon would ultimately repair itself as it did before, but he was difficult with everyone, with you especially. Now it's come to a point where you no longer speak, you only argue.
And now, there was a storm between you, both real and not.
The hour grows late and the rain has become more brutal. You waited by the keep's entrance for your younger brother that had left early morning and yet still has not arrived. With every roll of thunder, you grew increasingly worried.
"We will bring him back, your grace," Ser Harrold Westerling assures you for the hundredth time, ceaselessly patient with you.
You clench your jaw and nod as you pace around, "Caraxes would be in more unrest if something had happened to his rider, but he is calm in his pit, so I am calm."
Ser Harrols sighs at your words. A disingenous and unconvincing sentiment.
You say this mostly for yourself but still, the commander of the kingsguard nods, "aye."
You huff and nod as you pace around some more. A crack of lightening makes you begin to worry now for the guards that have been deployed to look for the heir apparent. You suck in a breath and take Ser Harrold's arm, "what if something happened to your men? Dear gods, I wou-"
"My men are capable of caring for themselves, princess," he speaks calmly, placing a hand atop on your own. You nod rapidly at his words and pull away from him. He catches your arm before you do, "your grace."
You turn back to him.
"Pardon me, but it has been hours since you've been pacing."
You give him a guilty expression, "yes... Forgive me, ser Harrold. You may leave if--"
"Perhaps you ought to sit-"
His words are cut off by the sound of the gates opening. You both look to the door in anticipation. In comes a wet prince, dripping in rain water from head to toe.
"Gods be good," Ser Harrold speaks as you pull away from him and rush towards Daemon.
Expecting him to come in soaking, you grab the towel you had prepared and immediately wipe his face, "skoriot se qogralbar emagon ao issare?" Where the fuck have you been?
Daemon stills as he looks you. He lets you wipe his soaked face and hair for a few seconds before he rips the towel away from you and throws it off to a distance.
You turn to where he discards the item and Daemon walks away from you.
"Ȳdra daor geron qrīdrughagon hen nyke," you seethe under your breath. He does not stop. You snap, repeating much louder, "DON'T WALK AWAY FROM ME!"
Ser Harrold watches as the prince stops in his tracks. He watches as Daemon heaves heavily as his sister walks up from behind him. He knows this will be a long and brutal sermon.
"Emā daor paktot naejot gaomagon bisa, valītsos," you hiss as you march in front of him, "ao daor gaomagon daor sytilībagon naejot aōla. Iksā dārilaros naejot se Dēmalion Āegenko."
You have no right to do this, boy. You no do not belong to yourself. You are heir to the Iron Throne
Daemon's soaked hair sticks to the side of his face. Rain water drips to the floor as he laughs at your words. He steps forward and snatches your arms, yanking you into him.
Your clothes immediately absorb the water in his. His angry breath fans against your face, "pār gaomagon daor vēdros nyke, iā eminna ao ilzitan hen."
Then do not anger me, or I will have you thrown out.
Your expression drops upon hearing this. You are at a loss for words at his blazing admission.
Daemon shoves you off and walks past you; your shoulders collide with each other as he storms off. You gulp heavily as you watch him leave puddles of murky water behind. There is an ominous crack of thunder.
"Then I'll save you the trouble and leave on the morrow," you call out as your eyes begin to mimic the weather. "It is clear now that any effort on my part to make peace with you will be put to shit."
Daemon halts. His boots skin as he turns, "you've made no such effort."
You laugh loudly and throw your arms out, "then what the fuck am I doing now?!"
"You are caring for the heir to the throne," Daemon barks and raises an accusing finger, marching back to you.
Your face twists at his words and you scream through a hurt expression, "AND WHO IS THE HEIR, BROTHER?!" You meet him halfway and grab him by the collar "is it not you, Daemon Targaryen?" you shove him off, "does it appear as though I care not for you?!"
"I don't WANT your mothering!" he blares, grabbing your cheeks, "I do not want you to look at me with those-" he drops his head, "those eyes that scorch my--" he catches sight of the jewel on your neck. He clenches his jaw tightly at the wretched emerald and rips it off you, casting it off to the end of the hall.
At this point, Ser Harrold cannot keep still nor silent. He steps forward and warns, "Prince Daemon!"
You recoil at his actions, hands coming to your now bare décolletage.
Daemon fumes, "that lecherous cunt is pushing his luck," he shakes with anger, "I will have his head on a spike if he deigns your form with cheap bribes again."
You hate that he is evading the real argument all over again, "do not change-"
"I do not know why you enjoy his company. He is a spineless, ugly fuck that-"
"Is that all you have to say to me, Daemon?!" you seethe, shaking your head in disbelief, "you only want to pick a fight over a man who has been kind to me while you have been cruel?"
Daemon takes those words like a stake to the heart.
"Don't you want to get whatever it is that has gotten your cock so far up your arse out?" you shudder as anger spills out of you in a form of tears.
The prince vibrates in anger.
"Hen rhinka ao gīmigon skoros ziry iksos hae naejot emagon someone's orvorta bē aōha gundja," Daemon retaliates, "ao ivestragī mirre vaoreznuni qogralbar emagon iā jikagon rȳ aōha orvorta
Of course you know what it's like to have someone's cock up your ass. You would let any sorry fuck have a go at your cunt.
You release a dry chuckle. Tears of hate burn down your eyes, "so you resolve to framing me into whore? When you and Viserys have been whoring around in brothels sinc-"
"You are a whore," he quips loudly.
You pull your head back and your expression drops. There were suddenly no more tears left for him. "Then very well, my prince. I am a whore," you agree, "but I will no longer be fucked over by you."
Needless to say, the rift between you two was greater now more than ever.
Otto, who had been watching you from the mezzanine near the gates the whole time you waited for your boorish brother, heads for your chambers as you walk away from your brother.
You freeze when you see him standing by your door. Immediately, you run into arms and crumble into his chest.
He grunts and strokes your hair, leading you into your room, sitting you on your bed.
Otto cannot help himself and says, "the king is being pressured by the council to remedy your brother's disruptive behavior as of late. Hear me when I say I will have him relocated somewhere out of sight and out of mind."
You pull away from him and look at him through teary eyes. He wipes your cheeks, "I'll have him married off to someone in the farthest corner of the realm. The burden of him will no longer be your own."
You sigh and lean into his touch, "save yourself the bother. I will leave come day break and continue my travels across the realm."
You bring his hands to your lap, "I only stayed because the late king asked me to. I stayed to witness the anointment of my beloved half as ruler. I stayed to make things better with Daemon. And, now, I have done all that I must and could, so... I will away."
Otto does not like this. He does not like this idea at all.
He tightens his grip on your hands when you make an attempt to stand, "I cannot stomach the thought of you leaving and myself doing nothing about your insolent brother."
You watch how his face hardens, how he is unable to withhold the lines that tighten around his features. You release a sigh and shake your head, "cast your concerns for my brother aside. I do not need you to avenge me."
His brows furrow furiously, "he is an insipid man-child who enjoys spitting on his older sister that does more for him than he will ever know. I will not let him go unpunished."
You tick at his words.
You release his hands. Your expression goes blank as you stand and peer down upon him, "hear me when I say this, Otto Hightower. If you harm a single a hair on my brother's head, I will never forget it," you mutter as you take his chin between your fingers.
Your words are soft spoken and monotonous, yet Otto feels his body grow rigid with uneasiness.
"A confidant can be quickly chosen, a suitor can be found in the streets, a lover can be made in an evening. I may well be wed to many different men in my lifetime, should they meet tragic ends, and, yes, I will never cease to mourn the death of any of my children," you release your grip on him, "but, the truth is, they too can all be replaced."
Otto watches as you raise your brows, "who then, however, can grow me another brother?"
You clench you jaw and await his response.
He does say anything or move.
You've made your point crystal clear.
"So, I say even plainly, my lord," you articulate, "you will not harm my brother for my sake."
He rises to his feet and nods in respect, "as you command, my princess."
You nod once. He turns back to you, watching the fire in you cool.
You take his face, brush his hair back, and offer a small smile, "the hour is late. I must rise early tomorrow if I wish to leave with no further troubles." You give his cheek one last touch before pulling away.
Otto does not let you. He pulls you towards him, hands coming to your sides. He breathes heavily as he surveys your face. You knit your brows at him in concern.
"I do not wish to see you off."
You release a chuckle, "then you do not have to. Sleep in and-"
"Do not leave," he sighs.
You purse your lips at his words then place your hands on his chest. A small smirk places on your face, "and who are you to order me?"
"Lord Hand," he mutters, "I outrank you."
I break into a laugh, "do you now? You are but a lewd little church boy to me, Otto."
"Then I will outrank you," he whispers as he leans closer, "I will ask the king for your hand and make you a Hightower..." he runs the back of his hand down my neck, "my Lady Hightower"
You snort loudly, "oh, he's gotten it twisted," you coo, "I would still not be outranked if you managed that, you candlestick."
Otto feels the corner of his lips twitch into a soft smile as youbreak into a fit of giggles. He leans down to kiss you jaw, "but then you would no longer find it in you to leave your poor husband by himself, now would you?"
Your stomach flutters as he begins to kiss your neck.
When you begin to undo his buttons, he pulls away, "we will not continue if you do not swear to me you'll stay."
Your expression slips into shock. You break into a breathy laugh. "Iksā iā vaogenka valītsos." You are a dirty boy. You pull at his belt, forcing him into you, "a scheming viper in the grass."
Otto peers down as you undo his collar. He brings his hands to your back begins to work on the laces of your dress. He kisses your shoulder, "I take this as agreement." His lips travel to the base of your neck where he realizes that you were bare of any of the jewels he gifted you.
He bites down on you and speaks hotly, "my hands will make a pretty necklace, don't you think?"
You let out a lewd noise, "you better make my stay here worthwhile."
Otto shoves you onto your bed. Your heart races at the sight of his rabid expression.
Later that day, during the council meeting, the issue of your courtship was brought up, as it has been since the moment Viserys was crowned king.
The king made it known once before that he was set on allowing you to chose your match; he owed it to you, as his beloved sister. It was a sweet sentiment no one at all cared for. Still, Viserys said that if he was allowed to wed who he wanted, then he would assure the same for his twin. At least this is what he told the council members.
None but he, and mayhap Queen Aemma, knew his true intentions. He was waiting upon your decision to become his second wife. True, you had turned him down many times over, but he knew that no one could match the flame of a Targaryen better than another Targaryen.
Daemon knew this too.
Daemon knew that no man could survive the ferocity of your fire. And he understood suddenly ,as an old fuck on the council droned over potential matches, why you never wanted to marry Viserys though you gave him so much.
He was weak.
Daemon watched as Viserys smiled pleasantly at the sagging fuck through his horrible attempt at selling his son to him as a potential match for you. If it were him, he wouldn't have let him speak as long as he did.
And even now, Viserys heard out the qualms of another Lord, because this was his nature. He went through at the politicking because he lacked the balls to exercise his soverignity.
The prince was certain you recognized this in your twin. This was why you let him have your maidenhead but not your hand. Rest assured, you will recognize nothing of the sort in him.
Daemon slams his hand on the table, making the room go silent as all eyes turned to him.
Viserys looks darkly upon his brother.
Otto turns to him, wanting nothing more than to press his boot upon his throat and put him in his place. So he does the latter, "have you lost all sense of decorum and self, prince Daemon?"
Daemon whips his head to Otto and narrows his eyes as they twitch, "the fuck did you just say to me?"
"Not only did you interrupt Lord Awyen, but you have, yet again, disrespected the king with your thoughtlessness."
Daemon jolts out of his chair and angrily growls, "you fucking cunt-"
Viserys barks, "Daemon!"
The kingsguard begin to press forward.
Daemon slams his hand on the table again and points at the Hightower cunt, "I am saving him the seconds he will never get again," he turns to his brother, "we all know that you will not consider any of these fucks' dimwitted sons," he looks out to the rest of the men, "nor will the princess even spare them a moment's glance."
It became quite apparent quite quickly to Otto where Daemon was taking this conversation. He will not let him have the final say.
"I am her only real match, brother," Daemon says, confirming Otto's thoughts, making the other men at the table mumble under their breaths. He turns to Viserys. "I am the only one who can honor her in a way that is-"
"Honor her?" Otto scoffs, shoulders stiffened with ire, "my prince, are you not the same man who has ceaselessly been coaxing your sister into tears whenever you have the misfortune to cross paths?"
Steam nearly whistles out of Daemon's ears. He lets out high pitched chuckle, "and you really think that all the fancy collars you've given her has made her into your bitch?"
"DAEMON!" Viserys fumes.
"If you think for a second, mutt," Daemon begins to circle around the room, "that I would let my sister end up with a slobbering-" the kingsguard come upon him, holding back before he can come close enough to strike Otto, "-pathetic excuse for a m-"
"Fucking get him out of here!" Viserys barks.
Daemon fights out of the arms of two guards' who have him apprehended, "fucking LET ME GO!"
They do not and hauls him out of the room.
Otto looks out in as Daemon wrangles and growls. Viserys releases a deep breath and thinks about how he would really rather not have to tell you this happened.
And he doesn't, because before Daemon is even released by the kingsguard back to his chambers, the servants have already whispered about the incident each other and your trusted handmaiden informed you promptly what happened as you visited Alaerion in the pit.
You didn't even need to seek Daemon out this time, because the next thing you knew, he was marching over to you as you brought your dragon back in. Alaerion's screech is what makes you realize he was here.
You turn away from her and see your distraught brother marching over.
"Daemon, wh-"
"Iksan ēdrugī hen umbagon. Kesā dōrī ūndegon, sīr kesan urnēptre ao nykēla," he heaves as he walks over. You pull away from your large mount and walk towards the prince as he continues, "tolvie ñāqatubis ao zālagon nyke lēda aōha laehurlion. Ao jurnegon rȳ nyke yn gaomā daor ūndegon nyke."
I'm tired of the wait. You will never see, so I will show you myself. Every morning you burn me with your face. You look at me but you do not see me.
Daemon grabs your wrists and pulls you toward him, "I have not been a boy for years. You will no longer treat me like one."
Alaerion begins to circle around the two of you. She roars for attention, but neither of you give it to her. She shakes her head and cranes her dark hued neck up, looking down upon you both.
His hard gaze dig into the internal wounds that he had just inflicted. You suck in a breath and yank out of his grip, "then do not act like a child around me."
Alaerion goes on the defensive when you shove Daemon back. She may be fond of him, but she would not hesitate to protect her rider.
You raise a hand at your dragon as she hisses, "arlī bē." Back up.
Alaerion begrudgingly obeys.
You watch as she lies down but keeps a close watch on the two of you. You turn back to your brother, who looks like he had suffered horrible whiplash, "ziry iksos iā doru-borto hen ao naejot vīlībagon nyke isse naejon hen Alaerion."
It's a stupid of you to fight me in front of Alaerion.
Daemon shakes his head, "I'm not trying to fight-"
"Then WHAT do you want from me?!" you throw your hands out in question.
"I WANT YOU!" Daemon bursts with frustration.
You freeze in your spot as he steps forward and grabs your face. His breath hitches, "I want you to see me for what I am!" His hands drag down to your neck, "and I am a man with needs," your hands grab onto his top, "with wants," he heaves, "with desires."
"Daemon-"
He shuts you up with a kiss. He is done wasting time. The time is now. He has to have you.
You are shocked by the kiss. You are shocked by how hungry it is. You are shocked how wonderfully his lips fit against yours. You are shocked by how easily you mold against him.
Daemon feels his stomach flurry as he brings his hands to your side and digs his fingers into your dress. Your own hands come to his nape and tug at the roots of his long hair.
He breaks away from you to whisper against your cheek, "you will no longer scorn me. And you will not refuse me."
You let out a yelp when Daemon bends and pulls your skirt up. He drops on his knees and scratches up your legs, nails intent on leaving their mark, "I have made it known to the old fucks at the council that no man is worthy of you."
He brings himself under your and sinks his teeth to your thigh, "none but me, sweet sister."
You moan out his name, as you feel his hands slowly knead their way up to your hips. You snap out of the rabid trance you were being pulled into because of Alaerion's loud huff.
"My love, the doors are wide open, someone could-"
"Ivestragī zirȳ ūndegon," Daemon cuts you off and suddenly rises to his feet. He looks out of breath and starved. He takes your shoulders and shudders, "ivestragī zirȳ ūndegon bona ao sytilībagon naejot nyke."
Let them see. Let them see that you belong to me.
Daemon shoves you down, bringing you to your hands and knees. You look back at him as he undoes his breeches. You turn away and gulp. You try to calm yourself but the thought of someone walking in on you, added to the fact you could hear the prince ripping at his trousers, was making your insides burn.
He gets on his knees, rips your skirt up, and hisses at the sight before him. He immediately grabs your thighs and rips you apart. He wanted nothing but to taste your sweet building slick, but he has to claim you now. His fingers find your entrance. He lets out a grunt as he toys with you with two fingers while his other hand continues to free his steadily hardening cock.
You let out a shaky moan as Daemon circles his thick fingers around your tender flesh. Your jaw drops and you shoes dig into the floor when two digits shallowly enter you.
"I've gotten much practice," Daemon mutters, "learned everything for you," he mutters, "want to touch you better than Viserys."
Your heart drops at his words. Your head whips over your shoulder. Just then, Daemon pulls his hand away from your core and looks at you. His eyes darken and he grabs your hair, effectively ruining your braids. He brings his glimmering fingers to your lips. You have no shame, or at least not in that moment, and you instantly suck on him, tasting yourself on him.
""Nyke pendagon nūmāzma bona tubis nyke ūndan ao lanta mirre se jēda," he huffs as he ruts against you, "sesīr skori nyke ȳdra daor jaelagon naejot."
I think about the day I saw you two all the time. Even when I don't want to.
Your let out a loud sound when he unceremoniously thrusts into you and yet he does do anything beyond gripping your hips tightly.
Daemon rubs at your fleshy backside and releases a string of High Valyrian curses as you feel yourself clench around him. He acts in retaliation of his hated sour memory, shoving into you only once out of spite, making you release a cry that echoes across the room.
A few more moments pass and, still, he does nothing, you bring one hand to your side and place it atop of his knuckles. You arch your back and begin to maneuver against him faintly, "my love," you speak in a wanton manner, "please move."
Daemon's face contorts.
You squeak when he slaps into you once more then stops again. Without another warning, he further ruins your hair with his careless grip and then begins to fuck into you like there's no tomorrow. In truth, they may well not be one for him if someone catches you and Viserys' anger is inspired.
You feel your neck crack as Daemon yanks your hair. At the same time, you let out a guttural cry that bounces across the room. This is finally enough to rouse your dragon with concern.
Alaerion stirs and lifts her long neck, looking down upon her rider as she is mounted from behind. The creature knew well enough what was happening, and she happened to like Daemon, which was why she watched for a second before letting out a bleat, along with smoke through her nostrils.
You really don't have the sense to speak to your ride, much less make any sound that was remotely intelligible, so you effectively ignore her as you feel a pressure in your belly build.
Daemon releases your hair, making your head drop and shake in relation to the his ministrations.
Gathering his strength, he hoists your hips up slightly, making your shift your weight on your fidgeting toes. This allows him to rip into upward and in doing so, hits a needy little nerve in you that makes you release a helpless cry every moment it is hit.
You call out Daemon's name in response, arms shaking through its attempts to keep you up.
"You like being fucked by your brothers, don't you?" he sighs through his brutish actions, "you wanted to be filled up so bad that you couldn't wait for me to take my place in you."
You don't respond with anything coherent. You feel dribble slip down through your open mouth.
Your limbs begin to tire, and your belly begins to grow tighter and hotter. You focus on the feeling building in your stomach and make yourself go wild at the thought of the prince filling you up with his seed. You release a moan but it rips into a yelp when he slaps your ass then yanks at your hair again.
You nearly choke on your spit. You begin to beg to him in High Valyrian.
Alaerion catches this and finds no more tolerance. She begins to growl.
Daemon chuckles as he leans in to you, "your dragon has issue with her master being bred roughly," he nips at your lobe, "tell her off."
You whine.
Rather desperately and unconvincingly, you order Alaerion to back up and calm down. You know for a fact that the sound she made was one that was dissatisfied with the order, and yet she forces herself to calm and decides to curl into herself.
Daemon reaches his breaking point, and moves as ruggedly and as quickly as he possibly could. He elicits another yelp out of you when he slaps you again, "udligon ñuha másino." Answer my question.
You're lucky to even know what the hell he is talking about, so with a loud gulp you let out a strangled answer, "kessa." Yes.
Daemon growls, "which brother?"
You whine, "ao, Daemon," you sigh as he pummels into you, "sīr sȳz." You, Daemon. So good.
And as though that was the trigger, you bounce against him some more and then you come so good around him that it squeezes the air out of you and makes your eyes roll back.
You continuously call out his name as he sequentially spurts out with burning ripples of him. He makes sure you are shivering and overstimulated, and that he, himself, was fully done for before slowing and eventually stopping.
Daemon catches his breath as he rubs the fleshy part of your backside. You can feel yourself twitch around him as he does so, and you so badly wanted nothing more than to hold him right now.
"I've imagine doing this so many times, my princess," he mutters through a breath and stops his rubbing motions, "I've imagined making you mine more times than I can count."
You hiss when you feel him slide out of you. Sequentially, you feel his orgasm drip for your convulsing womanhood. Daemon uses a gentle touch as he brings your skirt down and slowly gets to his knees. He quickly puts his softened self away but makes sure to help you to your feet before doing anything more. You sluggishly move to stand and take his hand as he reaches out to you.
Daemon tugs you into him and looks upon you with solemn eyes. He brushes your hair back and you look at him then his undone laces. You find yourself smiling as you reach for his pants whilst feeling a hot bead burn down the inner part of your legs.
You happily tug at the string of his trousers and tie them up for him. You cannot help the playful expression that spreads across your faces as he makes attempts at smoothing your hair out.
You look at his face once, catching the concerned line between his brows. You turn back to his waist as you finish tying the strings, "do I look utter ruined, sweet boy?"
Daemon releases a breath. His hands come to your neck, his thumbs rub at your collarbones. You lean into his touch as your lips curl into a brighter smile.
"Ao jurnegon hae ñuha māzīlarion," he retorts, taking one step forward, face leaning close to yours, "nyke zālagon syt ao." You look like my future. I burn for you.
Your breath hitches when he places a gracious kiss upon. Daemon is warm and gentle as he leads your lips through this dance. You reach out for his torso and let yourself drift through the feel of his warm mouth.
"Nyke ānogrosa nehugon syt ao," Daemon whispers as he pulls away and rests his forehead against yours. He takes your hands and places it upon his chest, "iksā mirre nyke jeldan, mandia." I bleed for you. You are all I ever wanted, sister.
You feel your stomach roll, "ñuha Daemon." My Daemon.
"Take me as your husband," he retorts, pulling away to look you straight in the eyes, "I would honor you better than any man could. I would smite all that wrong you. I would fly across the realms with you. I would clear the way of anything that hinder you. I would father your dragonlings. I would teach them the pride of our house," he shakes his head, "I would have you till my dying breath... if you'll have me."
You cannot help the tears that begin to fog your vision. You pull you hands from him to clutch his jaw and rub it lovingly, "oh, Daemon," you let out a soft chuckle, "you have always been the most important person in my life. I would give you the world if you asked it of me," you curl your lips into a smirk, "and now I can put to rest all my worries for your betrothal."
Daemon breaks into a smile. He chuckles softly. He wraps his arms around you and presses you tightly against him, "not all your worries. You will still need to plan it."
You laugh as he kisses your neck. You relax against him and dig your fingers into his nape, massaging the area gently, "you would let me fuss about it all by myself?"
"I nary care for the formalities," he mutters against you, "I'd wed you in the gutters and still be the happiest man alive."
You snort and push him away. You give him a look as he tucks hair behind your ear, "we are not going to be wed in the gutters, Daemon."
"Of course not," he raises his brows, "I will not allow such offence be made to my bride."
You find your stomach fluttering at his words, "your bride."
Daemon's face grows solemn all over again. He rubs your lips, "my bride."
You smile at him and nod decidedly, "I will speak with Viserys about this and promptly begin preparations."
Though the words should have made him overjoyed, the prince felt a pang of dread rip through him as he heard them. Daemon clenches his jaw, "I should speak to him. It is only right I implore brother for you hand."
You take in his expression and find yourself chuckling softly, "you fought with him, didn't you?"
Daemon does not retort.
You laugh louder and shake your head, "then do not further inspire his fury, my love," you smooth out his hair, "let me do the talking. After all, he will not refuse me."
Daemon places his hands atop yours, causing you to still your actions, "he may not refuse you but he may want to spite me."
"Daemon," you sigh, "Viserys may be difficult, with you especially, but he means be out of love," you kiss his nose, "leave your worries to sissy."
Daemon sighs then nods. He sinks his head do your shoulder and you pull him close. He kisses your skin and thinks he belongs here. He belongs against your ribs.
Alaerion rolls over.
"Prince Daemon, though adopted many infamous names, would notably be remembered for overcoming what would be known as the Four Horrid Tasks, issued by his older brother in exchange for their sister's hand. King Viserys' had always been extremely fond and protective of his twin. He made clear many times over that she would wed whom she chose. Yet through constant pressure, in the end, he made a proclamation for all those interested in her: 'He who be daring and gallant enough to accomplish but four tasks for the king, Viserys of House Targaryen, First of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm, will be allowed to take the princess, the King's twin and younger sister, as his wife.' It is heavily debated whether or not the decision was made to silence the voices of the council from further pestering him with the matter of the princess' hand, or to dissuade his younger brother into pursuing their beloved sister any further."--Excerpt from 'Daemon Targaryen: A Prince Larger Than Life' by unknown author, circa 100-120 A.C.
Daemon took deep breathes and sure strides on his way to his brother's chambers.
Yes, you told him to leave it up to you, but he could not find it in him not to speak to Viserys about the matter.
The events at the dragon pit yesterday were clear in his mind. He could still hear your cries, feel your soft flesh, taste the tenderness of your words.
He knew, truly, that if it was the issue was of your hand, you were the only one who the king would ever listen to its regards. And yet even after hearing from both guards and servants alike that King Viserys made it known he would not be interrupted in his room or bothered with any royal matters for today, he pressed forward still and now stood before his brother's chamber doors.
The prince decided to knock and announce himself, which was honestly not his nature.
He waited for a few moments, listening in for a response, before raising his knuckles to rap on the door again. He does not though, as he hears the sound of a whimper seep through the crevice before him. Daemon straightens as a high pitched voice continues to whine. It was very obviously not Viserys making that sound, and somehow, he was certain that was not Aemma either.
He clenches his jaw, it was you.
"Enter," the king barks.
Daemon wastes no time and pushes the door open. He makes it a point to keep his eyes down and only look up once the door was closed behind him. When he does, he feels his insides gurgle at the sight of his twin siblings.
Lo and behold, there sat the King at the edge of his bed, chest bare, hands rested upon on his lap, or rather, the lap rested upon him. You were sat on Viserys, lips parted as you heaved heavily, clad in nothing but your shift. To make matters worse, your clothes were bunched up by your hips and Viserys' hand was unabashedly in between your thighs.
Daemon wouldn't know that your fluttering cunt was filled up with his brother's seed and your ass with filled up by his cock up until later.
He could clearly see how his brother was touching you with his fingers, evident by the strain in his arm and how you would slightly flinch intermittently.
"So, baby brother," he starts, "you caught me fucking sissy once before, huh?"
Daemon neither moves nor responds.
Viserys keeps his eyes on him as he nuzzles his face into your neck and makes you whimper by shoving his fingers into your leaking entrance with little regard, merely keeping them there. You grip on his arm and mutter his name out in a plea.
The king does not like that and looks at you as he thrusts upward, making you squeak helplessly, "funny that now you remember my name now, whore."
Daemon's nostrils flare at the crude name you're given.
Viserys turns back to Daemon as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder. He enjoys watching his brother's face tick at the sight of him sullying the woman he wants to make his wife. He pulls his mouth off you and speaks to the prince, "you remember when I first took you to a whorehouse, Daemon?"
In truth, Daemon doesn't want to reply, but he decides that he probably should, "yes."
"If the princess wasn't born a princess, she would've be the best whore in the Street of Silk," Viserys turns back to you, "iksis bona daor paktot?" Is that not right?"
"Paktot," Right, you reply like clockwork.
Viserys releases a groan that bubbles into a laugh, "my poor girl is so desperate to come, isn't she?"
You let out a needy sound and arch your back against him when he begins to move his fingers inside you. One of your hands go to the side of his face and another goes atop of his working hand, urging him with gentle stroke to continue pleasuring you.
Gods be good, the sight of you coiling up against Viserys was a torturous sight. It was making Daemon's breath shorten and his insides churn. And yet, at the same time, he could feel his pulse in his pants thud strongly in reaction to what he saw.
"Do you deserve to come, byka rene?" Little slut.
You readily nod at your king's words, "kostilus." Please.
Viserys begins to feel your folds tighten against his fingers. He promptly pulls away and grabs your neck with the hand he just used to fuck you with, "I don't think you're sorry enough."
You whimper as he presses down on your airways.
Viserys then turns back to Daemon, "you know why she's here?"
Daemon watches as you let out a choking sound. He shifts uncomfortably in his spot but does not get to reply as the king answers himself.
"My pretty twin is here to convince me to give her to you," he sighs deeply, releasing his chokehold to grab one of your breasts and knead them roughly, "the gods made her the same day they made me. They molded her next to me in our mother's womb, and I molded my cock into her with a vengeance," he eyes Daemon hotly, "she belongs to me. Why would I give her to you?"
Hearing those words make you momentarily slip out of your lustful trance. You turn to Viserys and rub your nose against his cheek, "brother, please-"
"If the fuck says he wants my throne and you'd kill me in cold blood and give it to him, wouldn't you," the king seethes, flicking his hips upward, making you screech, "all he does is complain like the little boy he is and calls you cruel if you ignore him for even a second, yet you think he's worthy? Worthy to be king? Worthy of my prized half's cunny?
"He doesn't even know how much you favor him," Viserys continues through a growl and slowly stops his vicious movements. You let out a tired cry as he rubs your belly and turns to Daemon, "when he first shared a whore, brother, I immediately thought of sissy. I so badly wanted to share her with you."
Daemon watches as Viserys hands come between your thighs again. The latter explains further, "I thought she would look so pretty leaking from both holes after her brothers fuck her like the slut she was made to be-- made for us."
The prince swallows heavily.
"But no," Viserys pulls his hand away from your thighs, "she said she did not want to taint you," he scoffs out a chuckle, "as if she was unaware of the fact you were a bigger whore than both of us combined."
Daemon shifts in his spot again.
"Why don't you tell our sweet sister how much of a whore you are, Daemon," the king announces, "tell her how you made your painted whores swallow your seed and not waste a drop, for it was an honor to even have a Targaryen load in them. Tell her how you spit between their arse cheeks and made them weep as you tore through them with your cock," he turns to Daemon, "tell her how you touched yourself to the thought of us-"
He lets out a strangled breath.
"Tell her how badly you want to be me," Viserys gives a wolfish grin as he begins to rock his hips upward, making your whine, "how badly you want to fuck her with me right now."
For some reason, Daemon finds his brother's words as a trigger to step forward. He manages two steps before he realizes what he is doing and stops in his tracks.
Viserys face darkens as he stills. You whine again. He tilts his head in a beckoning manner, "take her dress off, brother."
Daemon does not know why he hesitates, but he makes up for the seconds with eager steps towards you.
Before he reaches you two, the eldest speaks up again, "you ought to know that she rather readily gave herself up to me as she mused about the idea of your marriage."
Daemon stops when he is before you. He feels himself stiffen further at the sight of your sweaty face as you turn to him.
Viserys looks up as well, "and while we were fucking, the bitch called out your name instead of mine."
Daemon cannot help the way his eyes widen at that.
"Syt sīr bōsa, nyke mirre ao kreni, se syt skoros?" he yanks you by your hair, "naejot emagon ao isse jaelagon hen orvorta hen ñuha lēkia." For so long, I kept you pleased, and for what? To have you in want of the cock of my brother?
"That's enough," Daemon rebuts.
Viserys releases your tangled hair upon hearing this and laughs. He turns to Daemon and shakes his head, "enough? Pull her dress off and you'll see how whorish she is. You'll see her leaking with me because I fucked her and didn't make her peak. You'll see her grinding down subtly cause I have her ass impaled."
So he does just that.
He pulls your dress off and sees your wet curls and thighs, painted white with the with sticky remnants of the king. You lift you hands so Daemon can rid your clothing altogether, and he quickly chucks it to the side. He licks his lips as he finally notices the miniscule circular motions you were doing on top of Viserys' lap.
The said man raises a brow, "you still want your hussy?"
Daemon does not get to respond as you are pulled back onto the bed. Viserys falls onto the sheets and drags you up, all while keeping himself snug inside you. He pushes you to your side and grabs your leg, bringing it behind you, over his hip.
You whimper as you feel come spill out of you. Your sounds intensify when Viserys grabs your breast and begins to thrust into you. He twists you carelessly as he fucks into you with little regard.
Daemon's mouth nearly foams when you raise a hand and call out for him, "jorrāelagon ao sīr olvie." Need you so much.
Viserys pants, "come one, little brother. Your come slut awaits."
Daemon can feel his hands trembling as he strips himself naked. He works as fast as he can but when he hears your cry, he decides to climb over to you although his dress shirt remained on him.
You whimper as tears prick in the corner of your eyes, reaching out to Daemon as he takes his place next to you. The said man rubs your hips and grabs his hardened length, easily slipping into your soaking folds.
You release a loud cry when you feel him enter. You scratch at his clothed back and tug at his shirt, "off, please, off-"
Daemon does not dare deny you this, and though he struggles, he eventually rids himself of his final piece of clothing. After this, he finally begins to move into you. He pumps in and out at a much slower pace than Viserys, but matches the same ferocity.
You let out quick and shallow pants at the delicious feel of fullness in you. As you were denied and teased for so long, you could feel yourself quickly reaching your peak. You arch your back and pull Daemon into you as you clench around them
Viserys, knowing your body well, grabs your neck and whispers into your ear, pushing your further to your edge, "greedy minx. Coming already? Daemon's just getting started."
You can't help that you come right after that, shuddering and shaking as you feel heat spill all over you. You feel your lungs wring out all the air inside it. It only intensifies as Viserys keeps his hands secured around your neck. Needless to say, you're seeing stars at this point.
Daemon releases a groan as he feels your cunt convulse around him. It makes him increase his tempo to a point where he's moving about as fast as his brother.
With the added roughness, your high is surely lived out up until there was nothing left. Soon enough you were squeaking helplessly, twitching at the overstimulation.
Neither of the two could keep themselves from chasing after their own need even as you very clearly began to grow tense in discomfort.
At one point, everything became all too much that you choked out a soft sob.
It was at this point that Daemon begins to relent in his ways, slowing down to offer your brief repose.
Viserys, however, was not letting you have any of that, "don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop," he grunts. "She can take it," he leans into you, "can't you pretty girl? Can't you pathetic whore?"
Daemon watches as you choke out a yes through tears and a strangled breath.
You lift your leg off Viserys and prop it atop of his hip, "want to make you feel good," your grab at Viserys' neck, "want to make both my boys feel so good."
The king loses himself after that. With merely a few more thrusts, he bursts into you and releases a hot load that has you yelping.
He tightens his grip on your neck before he releases you abruptly, grabbing onto your shoulder as he uses you to satisfy his remaining needs.
He calls out your name and tilts your head back to kiss you. You catch a quick breath before he connects your lips together. Your mouths mingle against each other's sloppily, up until you're only breathing and grunting against the other, no longer kissing.
When Viserys stills behind you, he watches as Daemon pummels into you like a man on a mission, and, to be fair, he was.
Daemon takes his turn, bringing your face to him and kisses you much tenderly than Viserys did. He grabs at your leg and pulls you closer to him as he chases the building fire in his belly.
Part of the king knows his brother was probably being held back by the position you were in, and as much as he wanted to see him suffer and to keep himself buried in your plush tush, he decides to be a magnanimous king and pulls out of you, causing you to whimper as you swollen hole oozes with his creamy delight.
Viserys rolls to his side and takes a moment before standing up and grabbing his ever ready wash cloth on his cabinet, wiping himself down as he turns to watch his brother break into his twin sister.
Immediately, Daemon has you pushed on your back, sprawled out beneath him. He wraps your legs around him and fucks into you with more vigor now that he had you all to himself.
"D-Daemon," you whimper as you wrap your arms around him, clinging onto him for dear life.
He nuzzles into your neck and mutters sweetly, "need me so badly, sweetheart?" he groans and whispers, "need me to fuck you better than Viserys?"
You whimper in response as the bed creaks at his movements.
Daemon pushes your legs down your sides and licks your tear stained cheeks, "you want to come again, love?"
You shake your head in disagreement as your poor cunny was still very much reeling from being teased too much.
He whines, "what if I want you to come, pretty girl, will you come for me?"
You sob at the idea, "Daemon please-"
"Shhh," he sneaks a finger between you, "you can do it, can't you?"
You digs your nails into his back and you scream out when he begins to rub at your sensitive pearl.
"Gōntan ñuha dārilaros daor ivestragon ziry kessa tepagon nyke mirros?" he mutters against you, "kessa ao daor tepagon nyke iā byka run hae bisa?" Did my princess not say she shall give me anything? Will you not give me a small thing like this?
Tears rush out of your eyes as you hear this, "Daemon kostilus." Daemon please.
Viserys lets out a heavy breath as he hears your whimpers. He finds himself smirking, "where's the Fanged Beauty's teeth? You can take it can't you?"
Damon groans and answer for you, "she can take it," he grunts, "take it like a good girl. Sissy's always been good at taking care of us."
You whine and let out a long breath. You allow yourself to relax against him and eventually, with all of Daemon's ministrations, you calm and feel yourself begin to tighten around him all over again.
"Gaomagon sȳrī, riñītsos, tolī mirre, iksā doing bisa syt zirȳla, daor?" Viserys speaks as he walks off to get himself a cup of wine.
Do well, little girl, after all, you are doing this for him, no?
The king sips on his drink as he watches the obscenities playing out on his bed.
Daemon feels himself fall closer to his limit. Sequentially, he no longer actually gives a shit whether or not your come with him or not, though he really wanted to feel your cunt choke him as he pushed into you.
It was a good thing that you suddenly began to pant out his name and dig your fingers into his hair, "I'm close, Daemon."
He smirks and nods, "like a good girl."
You whimper and rapidly feel yourself inching towards your undoing. The final blow is delivered after Daemon sputters out curses as he unravels above you. He releases into you with his nails digging into your sides. He twitches and shudders with the intense bolt of pleasure. It surges hot, molten, and thick. It fills you up until you're overflowing.
The sound you make is piercing. It rips through Viserys' ears, inspiring him to call you a string of vulgar names in your shared mother tongue. On the other hand, it makes Daemon hiss hotly against your neck as his ego soars while he concludes his fuck. His stiff body slowly begins to grow limp and your own terse one spasms until its putty.
By the time the prince is a melted sky above you, you catch your breath and hold onto him, as though he was your deliverer, as though he was your beloved; both of which were true after all.
Daemon buries his face next to your own and whispers sweet nothings to your ear.
You nuzzle your face against him. Slowly, your heart began to calm.
"Hen rȳ istin," Viserys pipes up, cutting through your tender moment, "ivestragī īlva ūndegon se mess emā vēttan." Off at once. Let us see the mess you have made.
The king walks over to the side of his bed and motions his head at Daemon, who barely wanted to roll off you as it was, now it was the last thing he wanted to do. Still, he looked at his brother, thinking that he had a withering cock, and gave you a quick kiss before separating from you.
Though Daemon did so in a gentle manner, you still could not help but curl your toes tightly and whimper as the weight above you shifts off. Immediately, your pulverized holes began to weep out the lustful load the two dragons left in you.
The two men cannot help the fascination and the enthrallment they feel upon seeing the way your swollenness flutters, nor, frankly, can they turn away.
Daemon does not move too far from you and, in fact, lies by your side, nuzzling his face between your breast, wrapping an arm over your side, pulling you close to him. He rubs his cheek on your skin and plays with your pert nipple.
"Filthy whore," Viserys smirks, "to think you could have had us both long ago had you not been so persistent in babying your precious baby brother."
You do not respond to him but you do begin to lightly brush through Daemon's hair. You breathe through your lips as you slowly bring your head down to look upon the youngest, "I do not regret it."
Daemon looks up at you as you mutter through a smile, "I prefer knowing him like this."
Viserys' eye twitches at this. He clenches his jaw at the sight of you both and downs the drink in his hand. He walks off to set it down and then finds himself scoffing. He feels a bitterness settle in his stomach and as he turns over his shoulder. Suddenly, a smirk spreads on his lips.
"Dirty girl," he mutters, "if you were to fall with child," he turns around, "no one would be able to tell if it was me or Daemon that fathered it."
Daemon turns to Viserys as he walks over.
"Maybe you'll bare twins like mother and then Daemon and I can share a child."
You turn to him and sit up slightly when he says this. You notice that, though his tone was mischievous, there was a serious glint in his eyes. You raise a brow at him, "don't be ridiculous."
"I am not ridiculous," he shrugs, "I am king."
Daemon immediately sits up.
Viserys raises a finger.
The two brothers stare at each other for a moment before the latter speaks, "I have heard your pleas. I will consider them kindly at the council tomorrow."
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here are some kink hcs i found written on a piece of paper during my super important class 🥴 fr i was sitting in class as my professor gives a lecture— instead of listening i zoned out and wrote different kinks/overall sexual things down and thought if eren, jean, and levi would be into them 🤞🏻
eren art by aidan.k_art on insta
levi cosplay _hakkencoser_ on insta
warnings/tw; like many many kinks 💀
would they let you choke them?
eren: yes. surprisingly, it’s the only dom-like thing he lets you do him. (other than ride him) he would love the thrill of his life in your hands :,) although it would take him a while to let you do it to him. he says it mid-sex, i’ve written something for it with eremika here ;)
jean: yes yes yes. he loves it so much, gets him whining and moaning
levi: i feel like he’s claustrophobic :( so he’ll let you put your hands around his neck, just don’t put in any pressure. the first time you did it was when you were riding him, you didn’t really think much of it as you put your hands around his neck, giving pressure with your fingers. suddenly his lust-filled droopy eyes turned into one of horror. pulling you off of him as he grabbed his own throat, coughing. you apologized so fucking much and hated yourself for it. he hugged you and told you it was okay, that he’s sorry but it brings him ptsd and makes him uneasy :(
choke you?
eren: surprisingly, no 😳 i feel like he would love to see his own purple fingerprints on your hips. however, he doesn’t like the bruises he leaves on your neck, he inspects them with a frown, kissing all of them and burying his head in your neck. once he chokes you, he feels animalistic. more than ever. its like he doesn’t trust himself to put your life that closely in his hands :(( so once he doesn’t do it anymore, you don’t ask him why. you know him. you know what goes on in his head.
jean: only if you ask him to, he’d be scared to apply too much pressure tho, so he’d do it lightly
levi: yesyesyes. i feel like levi would do all dom things to you mostly when he’s mad at something or at you. he’s the type to grab you by the neck and kiss you passionately. awooga
would they whine?
eren: very. very. very rare. only if somehow you’ve managed to take the upper hand.
jean: yessir. definitely. mommy kink all the way.
levi: mostly no. although he really really needs to. he wont let himself. mostly grunts. although he does when you’re sucking him off, he whimpers and tries to hide it, but you humming around his length throws him over the edge.
would they overstimulate you?
eren: all fuckinggg day. he doesn’t care if you can’t anymore. shaking? pffttt suck it up. literally
jean: only if he’s super horny. would do it if you want to.
levi: not really. he likes it when you overstimulate him 👀— doesn’t really ask you to, however you can obviously tell by the way he bucks up his hips into you or your hand even tho he just came.
their fave position?
eren: he absolutely loves spooning you, fucking into you as your warm back is pressed against his chest, your back arching and head going to his shoulder when he hits that special spot in you and kisses your neck. he can easily hit your g-spot in this postition, loves when you squirm against his chest. his hand holding you close. —he also loves the most weirdest positions omg- he likes bending you in ways that could almost break you like a pretzel - your thighs pressed against your chest, your legs at a wide angle resting on his shoulder—you must take yoga classes for this man he loves fucking you in the positions🥴 even upside down
jean: he loves loves loves when you ride him. he’s called a horse for a reason😩 also loves mirror sex. we know he can get cocky sometimes, so he loves fucking you infront of the mirror as he holds your jaw and forces your eyes on the mirror, fucking you hard. also is a sucker for passionate/slow missionary.
levi: doggy. fuck yes he loves it. or reverse cowgirl omf— loves the view sm. not that he doesn’t like to see your face in sex omg😭 it’s just- he prefers it that way cuz he kinda doesn’t want you to see him, in all his vulnerability. :,) its rare he lets you. but when he does omg- the image is burned into your memory, his face and the way it contorts into pleasure, his thin brows going up as his mouth is wide open— or he’s clenching his jaw.
would they agree to you handcuffing/tying them?
eren: no. he likes to be free LMAO i’m sorry
jean: yes. definitely. finds it so hot but still tugs on them so so much and begs you to untie him.
levi: won’t admit it but he loves it. eventually comes around. pounces on you like a wild dog when you untie him and fucks the shit out of you. grunting as he calls you a brat for tying him.
would they tie you up?
eren: 100% fucker loves to see you squirming.
jean: not really, he tries it out of curiosity but just doesn’t know what the fuck to do without your touch. likes it better the other way ‘round.
levi: yes. he would like to take revenge for you tying him up. would def torture and edge you a lot.
let you blindfold them?
eren: never. would like to see you and every single expression on your face.
jean: yes. loves it. makes him so so sensitive and he loves the thrill of not knowing where he’s gonna feel your touch.
levi: maybe. if you really beg him and annoy him for it.
blindfold you?
eren: yes yes yes do i even need to elaborate
jean: not really. same as tying you up, he would get too nervous and flustered and not know what to do.
levi: absolutely. he’d actually almost chuckle at how responsive you are to his touch. he’d literally just sit there for minutes, gliding his hands over all parts of your body, your arms, legs, thighs, stomach. loses sense of time as he plays with your body.
would they let you peg them?
eren: absolutely not. fucking scoffs and chuckles at you and mocks you when you suggest it.
jean: yes. with persuasion. he’s mostly open and experimental. would he end up liking it? maybe. he finds the feeling very weird at first, but asks you with a blush if you can do it again another time.
levi: no— thinks it’s disgusting.
anal?
eren: yes. yes. yes. would absolutely destroy you. loves the tight asf feeling.
jean: would try, doesn’t like it. makes him cum too fast 💀
levi: thinks it’s filthy.
breeding kink?
eren: yes. loves filling you up. doesn’t like baby talk tho— he hates kids 💀💀 is sorry but maybe eventually?
jean: likes to cum on your back, stomach, or tits more. however he loves the idea of having a family with you. definitely cums in you while baby talk + “you’d be such a good mommy.”
levi: he rarely cums in you, you’d have to beg him to or wrap your legs around his torso, then he can’t stop himself. doesn’t trust condoms or birth control. he’d say there’s still a chance of you getting pregnant 🥴— not that he doesn’t want a baby with you- not yet tho. he needs to warm up to the idea of becoming a dad. trauma n all yk.
jealous seggs?
eren: definitely. he’s possessive.
jean: definitely. he’s insecure :(
levi: yes but doesn’t admit it (surprise surprise) not a lot tho, he knows he has you wrapped around his finger. doesn’t really show his jealousy much. lets it eat away at him silently:/
lets you pull their hair?
eren: hell no. you do it anyway , he goes absolutely feral.
jean: yes. loves it so so much. also open to basically anything that makes you happy
levi: even tho he doesn’t like anyone touching his face or his hair, he warms up to it. likes the feeling of your hands in his hair. (also- mostly kiss his scars. he’ll actually cry. oop imma write a fic on that ✍🏻) he also loves loves loves when you shampoo his hair for him. gets him turned on. did y’all know thats an actual kink
would they spank you?
eren: definitely. more mid-fucking to see your reaction and the way you clench around him.
jean: likes to hold and squeeze your ass more as you ride him.
levi: oh fuck yeah. when you act like too much of a brat, he makes you go on all fours, or lay on your chest on his thighs, giving you spanks and making you count. talking to you after each spank, “will you be a brat again, huh?” spank, “you do it on purpose dont you? like to rile me up? hm? get me fucking mad like this?” another spank as he molds the flesh of your ass with his palm after each one, holding himself back from kissing the flesh.
face slapping?
already made drabbles for you slapping them
eren: yes yes yes. he would be a sucker for the innocent look in your eyes as tears swell up in them. he would do it repeatedly and keep bringing your jaw back to look at him after each slap.
jean: no, he doesn’t have it in his heart 🥺 would love if you did it to him.
levi: this is very difficult. i’ll leave it for you to decide between these two; 1. he doesn’t lay his hand on women. (spanking’s an exception in his book, other than that, hell no) 2. he only does it when he’s angry. like genuinely mad at you during sex, so that’s how he takes it out on you. but kisses you afterwards.
dacryphilia?
eren: hell yeah he loves when you cry for his cock, for him. this fucker does anything on purpose just to make you cry. gives a sadistic smile when tears finally come to your eyes.
jean: no, he wouldn’t wanna make you cry. although you do cry for his horse cock😩 he’d have a concerned expression on his face as he wipes you tears with his thumb, “what’s wrong ,baby?”
levi: absolutely not. literally despises crying. for himself and other. especially you. he’d wipe your tears as soon as they come when his dick is in your throat.
knife play?
eren: YES. he would purposely put a little pressure on the knife to scare you. this mfs a sadist. but he would be very careful to not hurt you. (if you ask why he would be into this but not choking you, it’s cuz with a knife, he knows he won’t actually fuckin stab you. he has control over the knife. his hands, he’s afraid not.) pain
jean: no omg— he would think you’re joking at first, his face forms the most horrid expression as he asks you if that’s an actual thing💀
levi: yes, he would never put pressure on the knife tho. he’d only glide it accross your body teasingly, the cold blade making you shiver under his touch as his eyes go dark. would like to do it to you when you’re blindfolded. doesn’t want you to see that dark look in his eyes.
blood play?
eren: yes. he likes to sometimes bite on your lower lip so hard it draws blood, he would keep kissing you, the iron-like taste not bothering him the slightest. it turns him on. also loves when you make him bleed by scratching your nails on his back, he throws his head back and fastens his thrusts 😩
jean: not really, my baby would get concerned— blood makes him uneasy 🥺
levi; absolutely not. too much ptsd and trauma from the sight of blood. doesn’t wanna see it painting your soft skin at all.
gun play?
eren: not really, he’s too violent to be handling a gun in sex.
jean: no—
levi: yes. he’d empty the gun beforehand tho, without you knowing.
candle wax 😳
eren: not really, he doesn’t like the redness it brings to your skin afterwards.
jean: likes if you do it on him, fucking loses it. he actually cries and whimpers, making you concerned but he nods his had swiftly, urging you to continue. likes the burn, reminds him of your touch, it’s not really any different from the burns your fingertips leave on him upon your touch.
levi: yes omfg- he loves it. he would also blindfold you for this one, probably tie you up too. loves to see you squirming in this situation. (omg i read this one fic on wattpad called “submit” and he was using candle wax and ice— AWOOGA)
ice play?
eren: yes yes yes, he’d run the ice down your stomach after rolling it on your nipples with his hands, he’d put it on your clit and chuckle as you squirm from the coldness of it. goes down on you to warm you up with his tongue afterwards.
jean: he likes it when you use it on him. holding the ice between your teeth as you run it over his nipples and down his chest. he’d be squirming and moaning.
levi: fuck yes. he’d put it in his mouth and kiss you with it, the ice melting between both of your tongues as he hums in your mouth. he’d also run it down your stomach and your nipples as he holds it in his mouth. the contrast of the cold ice and his warm tongue making you moan and whimper beneath him.
podophilia (foot fetish) dont read that as pedophilia uhm💀
eren: not really no, never crosses his mind.
jean: yes yes yes. omg absolutely this man having a foot fetish is canon to me😩 he’d love you giving him a foot job omf- would whine so much. also would kinda like licking your anckles and your toes as you giggle
levi: uhm. you must already know this clean freak. he thinks it’s fucking disgusting. i agree with him
ear fetish
eren: he likes it when you nibble on it or bite the shell of his ear. absolutely his weakest and sensitive spot
jean: not really idk why but no
levi: would nibble and tug on your ear as he’s fucking you, head burried in your neck as he pants and grunts.
food play?
eren: would loved to drizzle honey or whipped cream on you and lick it off your chest or stomach.
jean: would love for you too do it to him, with whipped cream or chocolate on his abs and chest, even his neck. he’d be a moaning, panting mess.
levi: does not like to involve food with sex 💀
chastity (holding back from sex to rile themselves or you up)
eren: hell no💀 he’s an impatient fuckin bastard. cannot handle going without fucking you for more than a couple days
jean: would love for you to do it to him. would beg you and plead as his cock throbs for days, though you know he likes it when you don’t give it to him instantly.
levi: yes yes yes. he would make himself go without sex for weeks. you have to beg him to stop and just let you fuck him, but he’d mutter sum about needing to “train his own stamina and self control, and your patience, brat.” but when you do break through him, trying to seduce him after weeks, it would be some of the best sex y’all have. going for rounds on rounds.
voyeurism
eren: as much as i love the “eren watching you fuck jean/reiner”— i think his possessive self will never ever let another man touch you. i mean cmon have u even read 139 🥲
jean: dont do that to him 🥺 he’s gonna be super insecure like omg- no
levi: absolutely not. do not test this man. he might not show his jealousy openly but you are his and only his.
role playing?
eren: i feel like he’s not that into it but he’d do it, he’s very picky so hmm maybe good cop and bad cop? 👀
jean: as i mentioned before, he’s very experimental and would do almost anything you ask of him, so yes. he’d be into doctor/patient ;) he likes it more when you’re the doctor but you can switch too oh my god bye now i’m thinking about jean in a white thingy doctors wear omf
levi: only captain/subordinate 😩😩😩
daddy kink
eren: not really, it makes him think about being an actual dad which turns him off 💀 sorry to crush yalls dreams 🤞🏻
jean: as i said, mommy kink. though he would like it if you addressed him as daddy while he takes control.
levi: no💀 finds it fucking weird. lowkey makes him sad n think about his dad and who he is or where he is he like being called captain sometimes tho ;)
degrading?
eren: fuck yes likes degrading you all the way. “look at you, my little slut.” “such a whore for my cock hm?”
jean: would like to be degraded 😁
levi: would keep it on the minimum— occasional “brat”s or “dumbass” jdjsjs nothing too intense. he has a way with his words :)
somnophilia sneaked this in at 200 when i forgot to add it cuz it’s my absolute fave kink
eren: he’d play with your body for minutes on minutes, loves to see you so responsive to his touch even in your sleep. he rubs slow circles on your clit, to get you wet. raises his brows when he notices you’re already soaked in your sleep. he literally fucks you awake. shoves his length in you balls deep as you scream and wake up— hitting his chest as he chuckles at you
jean: you’d both be asleep, until you wake up to the feeling of jean humping your thigh, whimpering in his slumber softly, you smirk. he’s chasing his high in his dream, mumbling your name as it’s barely recognizable. he wakes up to your mouth wrapped around him, cumming so fast as soon as he realizes he’s awake.
levi: he barely gets any sleep. but as he’s laying down next to you, head buried in his book while you’re stuck to him like a koala, he’s content. having one arm wrapped around your body and hand stopping at your waist. he’s brought out of the focus of his book by you moving against him. at first he thinks you’re waking up for some reason, then is proved wrong when you’re repeatedly grinding against his thigh, your leg wrapped around it. he chuckles, catching himself off guard. he watches as you hum in your sleep and say his name. he starts slowly meeting your grinds against his thigh, shaking it. he’s now rock hard in his shorts, teasing your hole through your panties with the hands on your back. you end up cumming in your sleep, he cums in his pants. fuck.
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and there we have it— sorry if i left anything out- these are all the kinks i could think of for now 🥴
also ik i usually write hcs for aot and jjk boys but with this one, i kinda felt like only doing aot. since the paper i found had these 3 boys written on it 🤪
#aot#snk#snk smut#aot smut#attack on titan#attack on titan smut#jean smut#jean kirschtein smut#jean kirchstein#jean x reader#eren jaeger#eren smut#eren x reader#levi ackerman#levi x reader#levi smut#levi ackerman smut
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Stages - Part 2
Pairing: AU!Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 2,780
Summary: Bucky slowly realizes that he wants to cross the line of friendship with you.
A/N: Well, well, well. I obviously lost control and wrote a long-ass part lmfao
STAGES MASTERLIST || MAIN MASTERLIST
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TWO: DENIAL
On the day you landed your first job, Nat decided that a night out must take place in order to celebrate. All your college friends were there: Bucky, Nat, Steve and Sam. All of you hopped from one bar to another, took body shots, played beer pong— basically, it was a crazy, wild night.
Knowing that you didn’t have the best tolerance for alcohol, Bucky kept his eye on you the entire night. He always made sure that you were safe whenever you all went clubbing and that night was no exception. Although he was extra protective of you and this didn’t go unnoticed.
“Someone do a body shot on me!” You screamed and hopped on top of the bar counter, earning cheers from everyone in the club.
“Quick, take a video of this!” Sam nudged Nat who immediately fished her phone out of her pocket.
Bucky restlessly stayed close to you to make sure that you weren’t going to do something stupid. You didn’t need to have alcohol in running in your system to do crazy shit, what more if you were actually shit-faced drunk.
“Put the salt on her tits!” Nat yelled.
Bucky glared at her and then turned to Steve with a shocked expression on his face, “What the actual fuck?”
Steve chuckled and shook his head, “Well, what’s new?”
More cheers erupted from the crowd when you sat on the bar counter and let the bartender dust some salt into your cleavage.
“Any volunteers?” He asked.
“I’ll take the shot.”
Bucky’s ears perked at the voice of a guy, probably around your age. He was tall and lean, he was good-looking to be honest. But Bucky didn’t like his aura. At all. He didn’t like how the guy eyed you from head to toe, how he licked his lips as he squeezed through the crowd to get to you like a predator stalking its prey.
The guy was up to no good, Bucky could tell.
“You ready?” The bartender asked you.
“I was born ready!” You exclaimed at the top of your lungs, eyes lidded as the amount of alcohol you’ve consumed began to take over your senses.
Bucky could feel his blood boil with how the guy was too touchy as he waited for the bartender to give him his shot. The way his hands squeezed your waist, how they slid lower so he could get a feel of your ass. Or how he kept on whispering to your ear, his lips brushing against your cheek as you merely chuckled in your drunken stupor.
The bartender handed the shot glass to the guy and it was at that moment that Bucky knew that he wasn’t going to let the guy have his way with you.
“Hell fucking no.” Bucky said and rushed over to you, snatching the shot glass from the guy and gulping it down in one go.
“No body shots tonight, everybody. Have a great night!” Bucky said as he ushered you away from the perv.
The crowd booed Bucky as he glared at the guy who looked ready to deck him. Thank god for Steve who placed a heavy hand on the guy’s shoulder, squeezing it as a warning.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Steve pointed out.
Bucky pushed you away from the crowd despite your protests, “The fuck is wrong with you?” You slurred.
Bucky deadpanned, “That sleazy fucker was about to swallow your tits.” He said, sitting you down on one of the couches in the club.
You pouted, “I have salt all over my boobs.” You said, looking down at your cleavage before looking up at Bucky through your lashes as he stood in front of you.
Bucky blushed at how fucking innocent you looked, something he never really noticed about you until now. The way your eyes fluttered in an attempt to keep them open, how your cheeks were flushed from the tequila running through your body.
“Well, if you didn’t volunteer to do a fucking body shot then you wouldn’t have that problem.” Bucky scolded you, turning to Steve and grabbing the glass of water he had brought for you to drink.
“Here, drink.” Bucky instructed you, pushing the glass of water into your face.
You shook your head, “Clean it up first.” you told him.
“Clean what?” Bucky asked.
“The salt on my boobs. Clean it.” you said with a pout, finally drinking the glass of water and burping out loud afterwards, making Bucky cringe.
“Fuck no, wipe it off with a tissue. I’m not licking salt off of your chest.” He said.
“You’re no fun, Barnes.” You huffed out. “Imma go...fuck...I wanna throw up.” You hiccupped and stood up, wobbling your way towards the bathroom.
Bucky approached Nat and nagged her to follow you into the bathroom to make sure you were fine.
“You know, you’re acting strange.” Nat observed with a sly grin. “If I didn’t know any better I’d think you’re in love with your best friend.” She teased.
“First of all, that’s gross. And second, everyone knows how much of a pain in my ass she is when drunk. I’m preventing said pain in my ass, that’s all.” Bucky defended. “Now go and follow her, make sure she throws up in the toilet and not on the ground.” Bucky said and pushed Nat towards the direction of the bathroom.
“Fuck no, I’m not cleaning up her mess. Why don’t you go instead?” Nat complained before walking away.
Bucky? In love with you?
“Me? In love with her? Gross.” Bucky uttered under his breath, unable to notice that Nat was smirking as she walked away and disappeared into the dance floor.
Bucky snapped out of his trance when he heard Sam’s voice calling for him. He grunted when he looked around and saw that Nat had disappeared. Looking over at Sam who was watching drunken girls squeal as they rushed out of the bathroom, he figured out that you failed to reach the toilet before actually puking.
Running a hand through his hair, Bucky quickly ran to the bathroom and sighed when he saw you kneeling by the entrance, your vomit pooling around your knees.
“Good god.” he huffed and bent over to pick you up, “I fucking knew you wouldn’t make it. C’mere.” he said and brought you over to the sink.
Bucky made sure to hold your hair, keeping it away from your face as you continued to throw up for the next minute.
“You’re disgusting, Christ.” Bucky said as he watched you heave out a couple more times before whining.
“My throat is burning and the world is spinning.” you sang, gripping onto the edge of the sink to steady yourself.
Seeing how fucking drunk you were, Bucky turned on the faucet and began cleaning you up almost drowning you when he continuously splashed water onto your face. He then took out his handkerchief, soaked it in water and began wiping your arms and legs which had remnants of your vomit.
“Bucky.” you slurred as you leaned against the sink while Bucky was bent down, cleaning up your legs.
He hummed in response but didn’t say anything.
“Buckyyy, bonky boo...booboo...” you giggled.
Bucky looked up at you with a confused look on his face, “The fuck are you saying?”
“Are you my boyfriend?” you suddenly asked.
“How many fucking shots did you take?” Bucky asked as he stood up, unable to bite back his amusement at your antics.
“What’s your shirt made of, huh? Boyfriend material? ‘Cause you look like a boyfriend...my boyfriend.” you said and laughed, throwing your head back.
Bucky felt his heart flutter as he gazed at you with a certain glint in his eyes. You looked so carefree with your head thrown back as you laughed. Even with your face all wet from the water and your hair sticking on your forehead, you looked really pretty. Hell, you smelled like vomit and yet Bucky found himself adoring you as you kept giggling and slurring your words.
Nat’s words rang in his head like an alarm, sending his senses into overdrive and panic.
If I didn’t know any better I’d think you’re in love with your best friend.
As if it was all the wake up call that he needed, Bucky’s eyes went wide as he shook his head.
“Fuck no.” he said as he stared at you, neck and ears red at all the weird thoughts crowding his brain.
He began slapping your cheek gently, “You look ugly and you smell like vomit. Definitely not girlfriend material.” he said and it was most likely directed at himself rather than at you.
As if he was reminding himself that you were still the same girl in college who had the ugliest haircut he had ever seen.
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“God, I fucking hate these heels.” You complained as you bent down to fix the strap while you gripped Bucky’s arm for support.
“Maybe if you actually listened to me and bought the other pair I showed you, you wouldn’t be whining like a fucking bitch.” Bucky complained as he watched you fiddle with the straps every now and then.
“That pair was hideous!” You told Bucky as you straightened up, your hand still wrapped around his arm.
“Hideous but comfortable. Don’t make me fucking carry you when you finally decide to give up on those damn shoes.” He said, waving over at the waiter passing by to grab some champagne.
Bucky frowned when he saw someone arrive at the reception of your cousin’s wedding. He quickly handed you the glass of champagne, “You’re gonna need this.” He whispered, tipping his head towards your father who just showed up.
You knew that your father will be attending your cousin’s wedding, it was the reason why your mom who was supposedly your plus one, decided not to go. So automatically, you had asked Bucky to accompany you knowing that you’ll be seeing your father again after the divorce, ten years ago.
If only you didn’t love your cousin, you would’ve ditched her wedding for sure.
Your breath hitched when you followed the direction of Bucky’s eyes. True enough, your father was there and he wasn’t alone; someone younger was clutching his arm, smiling sheepishly at your aunts and uncles that your father had approached. You downed the champagne in one go and wished it was enough to loosen up your nerves.
“Can you stop squeezing my arm?” Bucky asked, feeling your fingers clench around his elbow tightly.
Your grip on Bucky tightened even more when your father’s gaze landed on you. The closer he got to where you and Bucky stood, the tighter you held onto Bucky.
“Breathe.” Bucky bent down to whisper to you as he gently removed your hand from his arm so he could place it on the small of your back for support.
“Wow. Hi.” Your father greeted you with a smile. He glanced over at Bucky and tipped his head in acknowledgment.
Bucky offered a tight-lipped smile before focusing his attention on you. You looked pale, not even your make-up managed to give color to your face at that moment.
“How have you been? It’s been...so long.” Your father asked and Bucky could tell that the question was genuine.
But he also knew that you hated your father with a passion and that no matter how sincere he would be, it wouldn’t be enough for you to forgive him. It was as if you spaced out and if Bucky hadn’t gently tapped your back, you wouldn’t have responded.
“I’m good.” You stated, voice small and shaky.
Bucky noticed that your father too didn’t know what to do or say. The both of you just remained still with unspoken questions hanging in the air. The woman beside your father must’ve felt that awkward atmosphere and cleared her throat.
“Hi, I’m Diana. It’s nice to finally meet you.” She chirped and extended a hand.
Bucky watched as your eyes slowly went from Diana’s face down to her hand where two rings sat on her finger, one with a princess-cut diamond and the other, a simple silver band but with tiny diamonds studded around it.
“You’re married?” You asked your father, leaving Diana’s hand hanging in the air awkwardly.
“You actually remarried.” You bitterly chuckled. “For how long?” You asked.
Bucky’s hand on your back was now wrapped around your waist, keeping you steady on your feet.
Your father opened his mouth but nothing came out. It was then that Bucky understood the gravity of the situation. You’d told him about your parents’ divorce, how they slowly started to lose interest in each other and how they ended up fighting daily. All these years you thought that it was a simple falling out, that one day they both woke up knowing that they no longer loved each other.
Diana straightened her posture, “Ten years.” She responded.
All hell broke loose.
A string of hushed curses escaped from your mouth as you angrily addressed your father’s betrayal. You’d been angry at him for giving up on your mom that easily, for not fighting for your custody...for simply disappearing from your life after the divorce.
All this time you’d been angry at him for all the wrong reasons.
He’d been cheating on your mom. It was the reason why he had signed the papers immediately and without any hesitation. You couldn’t understand why your mom hid this from you, why she never told you the real reason why she filed for a divorce.
“I will never ever fucking forgive you.” It was the last thing you said before running out of the venue, your painful heels long forgotten.
Bucky ran after you and grabbed your arm, stopping you in the middle of the hotel lobby. You thought he was going to reprimand you for being rude to your father or that he was going to ask you to go back to the reception and finish the program out of respect. But instead, Bucky bent down and started to unbuckle the straps of your heels.
“If you’re going to dramatically walk out, make sure you won’t fall flat on your fucking face. That shit’s embarrassing as fuck.” Bucky said and carefully removed your heels.
He knew you were holding back your tears and he honestly thought that the dam was going to break. But remained stubborn and managed to suppress your emotions. For some reason, Bucky wanted to pull you into his embrace and tell you that it was okay to cry.
“Go forth and walk out.” Bucky dramatically told you, motioning towards the grand double doors of the hotel.
A smile. Bucky felt proud for making you smile despite the tension a few minutes ago. He watched you chuckle at his gesture and Bucky couldn’t help but laugh along.
“C’mon, let’s go buy some burgers. Food here is shit anyway.” He told you as he began to walk towards the exit.
However, you remained standing behind him with a frown as you stooped down to your feet. Bucky grunted, “Please don’t tell me—“
“My feet hurt.” You told him.
Bucky rolled his eyes but walked back towards you, groaning as he turned on his back and bent down, “Hop on, bitch.”
You quickly jumped on his back and wrapped your arms around his neck, grabbing your heels from Bucky’s hand so he could carry you properly, “And I thought you said you wouldn’t carry me.” You teased.
“Knowing how much of a whiny bitch you are, I’d rather carry your heavy ass than deal with your complaints.”
Bucky bit back the smile that had been tugging at his lips. He could smell your shampoo at how close your face was to him, could feel the smoothness of your legs as he held onto them; how you held onto him.
“Thank you, Bucky.” You told him ever so softly, voice barely above a whisper.
He knew that you weren’t just thanking him for carrying you. You were also grateful for him simply being there when things went to shit with your father. If he wasn’t there, you probably wouldn’t know how to deal with the situation. And you appreciated how he didn’t stop you from your outburst, how he didn’t force you to go back in and apologize for the scene you had caused.
Bucky supported you in all the ways you needed him to support you.
“Anything for you.” Bucky replied, but only in his mind because he wasn’t quite ready to face the truth.
The truth that his heart was beginning to flutter whenever you were around.
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a numbers game
Fandom: BNHA
Pairing: Kiribaku
(AO3)
Bakugou knows his personality and general rage-filled disposition towards everything, in general, isn’t winning him any favours, but the texts have made him contemplate just how shitty he must’ve been in a past life to deserve a fate like this.
Because no one - and Bakugou knows such assholes as Monoma - but no one deserves to be on the receiving end of unsolicited dick pics. From random numbers. At all times of the day. For the last 3ish months.
“I am going to throw my phone out the fucking window, I swear on all that is good and pure, fucking bull-“
“More dick pics?” Camie interrupts with a wide grin, plucking the phone out of Bakugou’s hand.
“What the fuck else?” Bakugou snaps, trying to pull his phone back in vain. Camie holds it just out of reach, eyeing the disgusting penis with a critical stare.
"Hmm,” she says, passing the phone back to him before taking a sip of her terrible grass juice that smells like a badly mowed golf course, “the lighting is bad and he hasn’t done like, any grooming at all. 3/10.”
“You’re being generous,” Bakugou huffs, deleting the picture immediately and swallowing the still raging urge to fling his phone at the nearest wall. “It’s unsolicited. And his fingernails are fucking filthy. -100/10.”
Camie rolls her eyes. “You’re being dramatic again Kitkat.”
Bakugou counts to 10 in his head, tries to find that last shred of patience he knows is somewhere deep in his dark pit of a soul and breathes out in a rush.
“I need to fucking figure this out before I actually lose it and track down one of these fuckers and choke the life out of them.”
Because here’s the thing- Bakugou has been receiving dick pics and dirty text messages like hi bby want sex? and imma dick you down gud boo – he’s positively swooning, what a lovely way to be wooed – and he has no idea how to stop it. Yes, he could cancel his number and get a new one, but all of his bank details are linked to this one. He’s had it since he first got a phone in middle school, and now all of his documents are attached to the damn thing. The very idea of going to the banks and the DMV and every other stupid establishment to get it changed makes him grimace hard enough that he decides to bear with it.
Except, every time he receives one of these horrible pictures, his urge to blow up the phone, nay, the entire world, simmers at dangerous levels.
“Cool it kitkat,” Camie croons, giving his forearm a squeeze, “you’re making your homicidal face. That cannot be good for wrinkles.”
“Like I give a fuck,” Bakugou grunts, flinging his phone away carelessly and watching it skitter around on the kitchen counter before halting dangerously close to the edge. “I just want it to stop.”
Camie puts her atrocity for a drink down and pulls the fridge open, rummaging around as she says, “I have a theory about all this.” She pulls out a jar of jalapenos and places it in front of Bakugou. The blonde yanks a fork out of the admittedly cute utensil bucket in the middle of their counter before snapping the lid off and spearing a good 3 pieces in one go. He chews on them slowly and directs a raised brow at Camie.
“Well,” she muses, picking her drink back up, “as a woman that receives a LOT of numbers from guys and gals and non-binary folks alike-“ Bakugou makes it a point to roll his eyes hard enough to knock his head back; Camie’s laughter is loud and boisterous “- I have a tactic for when I don’t know how to say no and don’t want to give my digits.”
Bakugou has another forkful of jalapenos in his mouth when he narrows his eyes at her.
Camie shrugs, “I usually change the very last digit of my number. Works like a charm. I never meet the person again, and they can’t contact me. Win-win.”
“Win-win my ass,” Bakugou seethes. “Do I look like I’m winning right now? I am this fucking close to killing someone, because of stupid tactics like yours.”
Camie finishes the last of her drink, and speaks around her straw, “You say that, but do you know how many people, and especially dudes, don’t take no for an answer? The only reason I give out any digits at all is when I can’t guarantee my safety. I know it’s not like, the perfect solution or anything, but I’m giving you facts right now.”
And Bakugou does, in fact, know that. He’s met those pushy assholes- people that don’t back down, people that don’t take no at face value, people that push and prod and get up in his space. It pisses him off to absolutely no end.
“Whatever,” he concedes. He spears another forkful of jalapenos before grumbling, “So, what the fuck do I do?”
Camie grins, minx like. “Why don’t you text the number one ahead and one behind your own and ask? I mean, in the best-case scenario you figure it out and get it all to stop, in the worst case, you get to yell at like random people. Isn’t that your second favourite pastime, right after yelling at that pigeon outside our balcony, the one with an agenda?”
“Don’t talk about that fucking pigeon,” Bakugou fumes, “fucking piece of shit bird and those dark, robotic eyes. Something is up with that; you can’t convince me otherwise.” He mulls over the rest of her suggestion before relenting, “Well, I guess I could spare a moment to yell at the fucking extras giving out my number to perverts with no manners and gross penises.”
“I find it so funny when you say the word manners,” Camie says as she walks to her room, “It’s almost like you know what it means!”
She isn’t even looking at him, but she manages to dodge the jalapeno that sails at her head. It hits the wall with a sick squelch, and when Bakugou hears Camie’s door shut, he drops his head on the counter with a loud, resounding thunk and muffles a scream into the marble.
He forgets to send out those texts, and when he receives yet another picture, not three days later, of someone holding their disgusting penis in their hand, like it’s an accomplishment or some shit, he sends out a text message to two different numbers typed with shaky, sweaty fingers.
>> xxx-xxx-xxx6 , xxx-xxx-xxx4
I don’t know who the fuck you are, and you don’t know me, but it’s possible that one of you assholes gives out my number to random people who, in turn, send me fucking dick pics. It’s been over 3 fucking months, so knock it the actual fuck off. And in case it isn’t you, fuck you anyway.
Bakugou wakes up from a restless sleep to sunlight sloping in through the blinds of his room, a dry mouth, and three new text messages from an unknown number.
Because his brain takes time to boot up in the mornings, he foregoes the phone entirely and makes his way to the kitchen in search of caffeine. Camie is always up before him, and he gratefully pours himself a mug of her insanely strong black coffee, the kind to palpitate your heart and make you vibrate in your seat. She calls it jet fuel, Inasa calls it death, Todoroki just blinks.
When he’s half a mug down, he finally retrieves his phone from his room and takes a seat in the balcony, surrounded by plants of all kinds. The sun is bright but not harsh, and he takes a second to enjoy it before opening his messages.
He doesn’t even recall sending the messages last night, and for a moment he’s enraged at the idea that someone sent him even more dick pics, but there’s no photos waiting for him, just three messages.
xxx-xxx-xxx4
omg omg OMG I didn’t think anyone actually used this number im sorry D:
xxx-xxx-xxx4
no really im so so sorry holy shit I was just following this idea that my friend gave me cause im terrible at turning people down but I didn’t realize they were messaging an actual other person OMG
xxx-xxx-xxx4
ofc I wont be giving your number out anymore im just so sorry bro, god, this is so damn UNMANLY of me
At least the person has the decency to sound apologetic. Not that it tempers Bakugou in any way, shape or form, but he takes note of it somewhere in the distant recesses of his mind.
Bakugou
you better not give it out anymore fuckmunch. I should sue your ass for putting me under so much psychological distress.
The guy replies startlingly quickly. Bakugou opens the message with a quirked brow.
xxx-xxx-xxx4
shit can you actually do that?
Bakugou has no idea, but the key to selling anything is confidence, and he’s got enough to spare.
Bakugou
try me
xxx-xxx-xxx4
IM REALLY REALLY SORRY OK TRULY D:
xxx-xxx-xxx4
and not just cuz you might sue me or anything, it was a terrible move on my part :’(
xxx-xxx-xxx4
can I make it up to you somehow??
Bakugou huffs, deflating a little. He’s angry yes, positively incensed for the most part, but the guy sounds genuinely sorry, and he’s finding it increasingly difficult to stay mad at someone that’s just being so damn decent and taking full responsibility.
Bakugou
I don’t fucking know.
Bakugou
just stop giving out my no.
Bakugou
I swear to god if I get ONE MORE NUDE
Bakugou
I will find you
xxx-xxx-xxx4
you don’t have to find me ill come to you
xxx-xxx-xxx4
cuz ill def deserve it at that point
xxx-xxx-xxx4
anyway, im sorry again. really ☹
xxx-xxx-xxx4
I gotta get some sleep, so tell me later about how I can make it up to you!!!!
xxx-xxx-xxx4
goodnight
Bakugou checks the clock at the top left corner of his phone screen. It reads 8:31am.
What the fuck does this guy do for work anyway? And does Bakugou care?
He decides no, he doesn’t, because he’s really too busy to care about anything, especially assholes that hand out his number to horny strangers because they’re too chickenshit to say no.
He nods at his own conclusion, downs the rest of his death-in-a-cup, and walks back inside, ready to start another long day of work. Bakugou gives himself an hour before he puts this all behind him, fully forgotten and finally taken care of.
Why the fuck haven’t I blocked this fucker yet, is the first thing Bakugou thinks when he gets more texts from them.
xxx-xxx-xxx4
heyyo!!!!
xxx-xxx-xxx4
did you think of anything????? How can I make it up to you??
Bakugou
stop texting me, that’ll be a great start
xxx-xxx-xxx4
I will as soon as u tell me how to make it up to you!!!
xxx-xxx-xxx4
I was being so unmanly and cowardly, I need to fix it!!
Bakugou
good for fucking you, leave me alone
xxx-xxx-xxx4
y don’t you keep thinking abt it and lemme know !!!
xxx-xxx-xxx4
if it helps, I can hook u up with some free drinks!! I co-own and bartend at a place downtown!!!!!
xxx-xxx-xxx4
just think abt it
xxx-xxx-xxx4
I gotta get back to work, talk soon!
Bakugou
stop texting me dammit
Bakugou isn’t a naïve person, but he somehow convinces himself that this will be the end of things.
It is, predictably, not the end of things.
xxx-xxx-xxx4
I just realized I didn’t give u my name
xxx-xxx-xxx4
Kirishima eijirou!!!
xxx-xxx-xxx4
and you are?
Bakugou
blocking you
xxx-xxx-xxx4
aww come on man, don’t be like tht ☹
xxx-xxx-xxx4
wait, r u a man?????
xxx-xxx-xxx4
PLEASE AT LEAST TELL ME THAT I DON’T WANT TO MISGENDER U OMG
Bakugou
can you calm the fuck down holy shit
Bakugou
yes I’m a dude, you’re fucking fine dumbass
xxx-xxx-xxx4
oh phew!!!!!!
xxx-xxx-xxx4
ok my dude
xxx-xxx-xxx4
please come down to the bar??????
xxx-xxx-xxx4
do you actually drink though?? If you don’t we still have great mocktails
xxx-xxx-xxx4
and I can whip up some awesome protein shakes
xxx-xxx-xxx4
ohhh and our food is bomb,,, I promise
Bakugou
do you ever just stop talking
xxx-xxx-xxx4
NOPE :D
Bakugou
Not a compliment
xxx-xxx-xxx4
what can I say
xxx-xxx-xxx4
im an opportunist
Bakugou
you’re telling me
Bakugou
fucker
xxx-xxx-xxx4
IM STILL SO SORRY
xxx-xxx-xxx4
PLEASE COME TO THE BAR LET ME MAKE IT UP TO YOU
xxx-xxx-xxx4
actions speak hella louder than words
xxx-xxx-xxx4
I must action you
Bakugou
what the fuck
xxx-xxx-xxx4
you get what I mean!!
xxx-xxx-xxx4
<location>
this is the place
xxx-xxx-xxx4
its name is RIOT, u cant miss it
xxx-xxx-xxx4
just lemme know when u can make it
Bakugou
I haven’t agreed to shit asshole
Bakugou
stop assuming things
xxx-xxx-xxx4
free food, free drinks, free live performance of whatever band’s performing
Bakugou
…………………
Bakugou
I’ll think about it
xxx-xxx-xxx4
HELL YEAH
xxx-xxx-xxx4
whats your name btw?
Bakugou
like id tell you
xxx-xxx-xxx4
I need it for the reservation!!!!
xxx-xxx-xxx4
so that I don’t accidentally serve the wrong gentleman all your free perks
Bakugou
didn’t say im coming yet
xxx-xxx-xxx4
im super optimistic
Bakugou
I can tell, you’re giving me a headache
xxx-xxx-xxx4
so………… name?
Bakugou
no
xxx-xxx-xxx4
I’ll get it out of you eventually
Bakugou
try me
Bakugou
fucker
If Bakugou finds himself smiling at the end of the exchange, well, that’s his business.
“So, you finally figured out who was responsible for the penis pictures?” Todoroki deadpans around his cosmo.
“That’s wonderful Bakugou!” Inasa booms, slamming his beer down on the counter with gusto. Bakugou throws a spoon at him.
“Shut it Baldy,” he grunts, going back to chopping veggies. “And yes, I did, but now this fucker won’t stop texting me, insisting on making it up to me or some shit.”
“And this is a bad thing?” Todoroki summarizes slowly. Bakugou turns around in time to see him mouth why to Inasa before taking another generous sip of his drink. Inasa shrugs his stupidly large shoulders before asking, “Why is that a bad thing?”
Bakugou throws another spoon at him. “Because, I texted them so I could stop people from texting me. Now this person’s volunteering information to me about being a bartender and shit and constantly apologizing and it’s fucking annoying.”
“You know what’s interesting?” Camie muses, stirring her bloody mary with a long ass celery stick. “You’re getting all these text messages from this bartender, and you can like, so easily block this one number and be done with it, but you like, keeping responding. And keep, you know, not blocking.”
He can’t see it, but he knows Todoroki is nodding, the fucker.
“That is a good observation!” Inasa booms again, and Bakugou has to resist the urge to fling his entire cutlery set at the man’s thick skull. “Do you like this person Bakugou?”
“What’s there to like, I don’t even fucking know him!”
“Well,” Camie starts, takes a bite out of the celery stick, continues, “he’s well-mannered. Clearly good looking, because you got a LOT of penis pictures these past three months, and that also leads us to believe the business is doing really well, if so many patrons come in begging for a number. All good things, don’t you think?”
“I hate you,” Bakugou says, stirring the curry with barely repressed rage. “I hate all of you. I hate humanity. Fuck people.”
“Or fuck this person in specific,” Camie says gleefully. “You haven’t gotten laid in like 8 months boo, you need to get some.”
“You’re the actual fucking worst.”
“In all seriousness,” Todoroki interrupts, putting his empty glass down delicately, “why haven’t you blocked the number? It seems like an easy enough solution.” The asshole has the audacity to sound genuinely curious, if not slightly amused.
Bakugou hates everything.
“I don’t, I don’t fucking know, ok?” He finally admits through clenched teeth. The blonde kills the heat and places the curry on the counter while Camie brings out the rice and some pickled vegetables from the fridge. She pulls out a beer and twists the cap off before handing it to Bakugou, who snatches it away and takes a quick swig before continuing, “He’s actually kinda nice to me, I guess. And I like watching him be so sorry about all those penises. I may have also mentioned suing him for psychological distress.” Bakugou catches Todoroki’s gaze. “Can I do that?”
Todoroki hums, “You can try, but I don’t think you’ve got that solid a case. Plus, haven’t you deleted virtually all the evidence?”
Bakugou grips the neck of his beer bottle harder. “I fucking hate everything.”
bartender asshole
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Bakugou
what the fuck
Bakugou
why are you sending me cat pics?
Bakugou
also that cat is stupidly cute
bartender asshole
I know right?????
bartender asshole
her name is ruby
bartender asshole
and id die for her
bartender asshole
i just figured ud be a cat person
Bakugou
………….
Bakugou
I hate u
bartender asshole
:D :D :D
Bakugou
ugh
Bakugou
Bakugou Katsuki
bartender asshole
:D :D :D :D :D
bartender asshole
HI BAKUGOU SO NICE TO KNOW UR NAME
Bakugou
I hate everything
bartender asshole
except ruby. Its not allowed
Bakugou
…………………………………
Bakugou
except ruby
bartender asshole
:D :D :D :D :D
Kirishima, it turns out, is a ray of fucking sunshine. Bakugou has a distinct feeling that looking at him directly would be a blinding experience.
Not that he knows who to look for though; he has no idea what this guy looks like. He guesses that he’s buff, with all the times he tells Bakugou about the gym showers running out of hot water and beating his best weights doing bench presses, but he knows nothing else.
He does know that he’s sweet as fuck, making it impossible for Bakugou to stay mad at him. He doesn’t blink at Bakugou’s cussing, and he sends him cute pictures of Ruby.
There is a part of him, small but steadily growing, that wants to meet this stupidly nice bartender.
Bakugou hates everything.
dumbass bartender
so what do you do???
Bakugou
front-end development and web design
dumbass bartender
oh damn!!!
dumbass bartender
so youre like smart smart
Bakugou
obviously
dumbass bartender
have I seen your work anywhere??
Bakugou
I recently redid the website of that protein powder company you don’t shut up about
dumbass bartender
????????????????????
dumbass bartender
that’s amazing!!!!!!!!!
dumbass bartender
I just revisited the website, it looks so cool
Bakugou
duh
Bakugou
im the best
dumbass bartender
I don’t doubt that!!! :D :D
Bakugou
don’t you have work?
dumbass bartender
aww bakubro are you looking out for me <3 <3
Bakugou
call me that again and I will fucking end you
dumbass bartender
before the free drinks??? That you are yet to redeem? ?? at my wonderful establishment?????????? :D :D :D
Bakugou
I hate everything.
dumbass bartender
D:
Bakugou
except RUBY DAMMIT
dumbass bartender
:D
“Just to recap,” Kaminari says with an incredulous look in his eyes, “this guy cusses like a sailor, is constantly insulting you, never initiates conversation, and you still like him?”
Kirishima’s answering grin is bashful. “I mean, when you put it like that it sounds not so great, but he’s really not that bad! He’s super funny and confident, and he LOVES Ruby. Plus, I don’t like him like that, I just think he’s cool.” Kirishima picks up another glass from the washer and starts carefully drying it with his dishcloth before saying, “And, you know, I did put him through a lot by giving out his number. His behaviour is kinda warranted if you ask me.”
“I mean, in the beginning maybe, but haven’t you guys been texting for over a week now?”
“Denki, are you forgetting that giving out another number was your idea?” Kirishima mutters, narrowing his eyes at his best friend. “I’m in this mess because of you.”
Kaminari suddenly seems to find the glass in his hand a lot more interesting. Kirishima’s laugh echoes around the empty bar.
‘What’s so funny?” Ashido muses, bringing a crate of bottled beer behind the counter.
“Kirishima is going gaga over angry dick pic man.”
“I’m not going gaga, what the heck-“
“I think it’s cute,” Ashido says with a big smile. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you actually be interested in somebody; it’s really cute!”
“I don’t like him like that,” Kirishima stresses, though his cheeks are a little warm. He can blame that on the lack of air conditioning, he thinks.
“We talking about angry dick pic man?” Sero asks with a shit-eating grin. “10 bucks say he’s actually a middle-aged guy with a cheese fetish.”
“That’s so random-“
“You’re on!” Ashido yells, slapping her hand into Sero’s. “I think he’ll be a hottie.”
“He hasn’t even said he’ll come,” Kirishima says, eyes downcast.
“He’ll come,” the three chorus, going about doing their tasks. Kirishima shakes his head fondly and finishes up with the glasses. Just as he’s put all the shot glasses away, he feels his phone vibrate.
Bakubro
just finished a massive project
Bakubro
could use a drink this weekend
Bakubro
know any good spots?
Kirishima’s face breaks into the biggest smile as he rushes to answer.
Kirishima
I know a bar that serves free drinks with your name on it!!!!
Kirishima
amazing food, dope music, the bestest drinks
Kirishima
ive heard the bartender is a great guy too
Bakubro
way to toot your own fucking horn damn
Kirishima
:DDDDD
Kirishima
bt seriously
Kirishima
please? ???? ??
Kirishima
PLEASEEEEEEEEE??????????????????
Bakubro
ugh
Bakubro
fine.
Bakubro
Friday night at 8
Kirishima looks up from the screen and calls out, “Denki!”
“Yeah?”
“Switch shifts with me, I’ll do Friday.”
“Um, ok, why though?”
Kirishima doesn’t respond, just goes back to texting, his heart thudding in his ribcage.
Kirishima
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Kirishima
cant wait :D
Bakubro
I’m bringing my stupid friends btw
Kirishima
wait
Kirishima
you have friends???????
Bakubro
I am going to end you
Bakubro
you know what? Fuck you im not coming
Kirishima
BAKUGOU NO
Kirishima
IM SORRY OFC U HAVE FRNDS
Kirishima
please come
Kirishima
how big a table should I reserve????
Bakubro
don’t bother
Kirishima
IM SORRRYYYYYYYYYY
Kirishima
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Bakubro
bastard
Bakubro
you playing dirty by sending me pics of Ruby
Kirishima
need to weaken your guard somehow
Kirishima
pls tell me it worked
Bakubro
ugh
Bakubro
ill be there
Bakubro
reserve a table for 4
Bakubro
your stupid bar better be worth it
Kirishima
I promise it will be!!!!
Kirishima whoops in joy, slipping his phone back into his pocket. He looks up to see three sets of eyes looking at him with varying degrees of amusement.
“You get a really mushy look on your face when you’re texting him, it’s almost gross,” Sero points out with a laugh.
“Hush you,” Ashido admonishes, whipping her dishcloth at him. She walks over to Kirishima and gives him a big hug. “I think it’s very, very precious.”
“What did he say?”
“He’s coming this Friday!” Kirishima beams, holding Ashido closer against his side.
The three giggle.
“10 bucks say Kirishima messes up the drinks at least once.”
“HEY!”
Ashido squeezes around his middle. “Hon, I love you, but I’m not dumb enough to go against that.”
“HEY!”
They end up laughing and fibbing at each other for the rest of the prep time, and Kirishima feels his heart absolutely soar.
Friday brings with it crunch time, running lines and lines of code, having a mini-breakdown because the stupid text block keeps floating around on the webpage like it’s in outer fucking space, being forced into one of Camie’s ridiculous vlogs and having an existential crisis about what to wear on a non-date get-together with the guy that ruined Bakugou’s life for close to three months.
Camie spends most of the day laughing at him. Bakugou throws more condiments at her.
“Fucking help me at least, you useless wench,” Bakugou growls, shifting to clothes as he throws a pair of jeans at her. Camie dances out of the way and doubles over, laughing till she tears up from the force of it all.
“I can’t, I just can’t,” she wheezes. “Did you just say wench? What era are you from babe?”
“FUCK OFF,” he roars, leaping towards her. Camie shrieks and ducks away, making a beeline towards his closet.
“Ok, ok, let’s get you dressed! What kinda look are you trying for?”
“Fuck if I know,” he grouses, feeling oddly out of his depth. He wants to look good, but he has no idea for what.
That’s a lie, he knows why. He just won’t admit it.
“Well, why don’t we pick something simple but flattering? Plus, if it's in your style, you’re bound to be more comfy.” Camie pulls out a pair of black jeans that are ripped at the knees, a black fitted round-neck tee shirt, and some black boots. While he’s changing, Camie pulls out a silver chain, some bands for his wrists and a collection of rings.
“Do you want me to do your eyes?” she offers, holding up some mascara and an eye pencil. Bakugou shrugs and sits on the edge of his bed. Camie’s smile is soft as she stands between his thighs, gently but efficiently applying his make-up. When she’s done, he walks over to the mirror to look at himself, and he has to admit- he looks good. Always one to take care of his body and his figure, Bakugou is lean muscle packed into a 5’10” body. His blonde hair is as messy as ever, but the combination of his make-up, the accessories and his clothes give him an edgy look like no other. Camie throws a dark fitted jacket at him before sauntering over to her own room.
He continues to reply to some work emails when his phone buzzes.
dumbass
cant wait to see you!!!
dumbass
just ask for me at the bar
dumbass
or I might be the one to greet you!! :D :D
Bakugou
I know dumbass
Bakugou
what, are you nervous or some shit?
dumbass
I mean, kinda????
dumbass
it’s our first time meeting afterall
dumbass
I don’t even know wat you look like!!!!
Bakugou
blonde wearing all black
dumbass
redhead wearing a shirt with the riot logo!
Bakugou
whatever
Bakugou
ill be there at 8
Dumbass
cant wait <33333
Bakugou
dumbass
Bakugou scoffs, his own nerves calming at the thought that he’s not the only one that’s a bit out of sorts. It’s nice to know that sunshine Kirishima is jittery about all this.
Also, interesting to know that he’s a redhead. Bakugou can’t quite imagine it, but in a few minutes, he won't need to.
His stomach roils with anticipation, and Bakugou hates every single thing.
Camie pops out of her room at half-past 7 in a maroon romper that cuts above her mid-thigh, hair done in a loose bun, makeup absolutely perfect. Her heels put her at a height taller than Bakugou, but he’s gotten used to being the shortest in their stupid posse. Doesn’t piss him off any less though.
She gets a phone call just as she pushes a tube of lip gloss into her purse.
“We are downstairs!” Inasa’s voice rings through her speaker, stupidly loud.
“Can it, baldy,” Bakugou grunts with a roll of his eyes, “we’ll be there in a sec.”
“See ya!”
Before Bakugou can usher Camie out the door, she pushes her clutch into his hands and walks over to the kitchen cabinet, pulling out two shot glasses and a bottle of tequila.
“Wha-“
“Liquid courage, my dude,” she says, pouring two generous shots and pushing one at Bakugou. She picks her own glass up and gives him a devilish smirk, “Bottoms up bitch!”
Bakugou picks the glass up with a resigned sigh but smirks back equally devilish. They cheers, smack the glasses against the counter and drain them smoothly. Camie puts the glasses in the sink, places a smacking kiss on Bakugou’s cheek and laughs brightly as she dances out of the way of his rage.
They finally load up in Inasa’s range rover, Todoroki plays classical Japanese music over the speakers and Bakugou regrets everything.
Riot is apparently something of a beloved establishment in its neighbourhood, and Bakugou growls when he sees how long the line leading to the bar is.
“Holy moly, that’s a lot of people!” Camie points out helpfully as she disembarks from the car.
Todoroki straightens his two-tone denim jacket and runs a hand through his hair as he says, “We have a reservation, so I think it’ll be fine?”
“Yes, I agree with you Todoroki,” Inasa beams, locking the car behind him as they walk towards the building. The outside is made of exposed brick and neon lights, and the RIOT sign is a deep red colour, eye-catching and beautiful.
They bypass the people in the line and walk up to the bouncer, who eyes them warily. He’s built like an absolute tank, broad and block-like, and his silver hair shines in the artificial light.
“Can I help you?”
“Bakugou, table for 4,” Camie says cheerily. The bouncer looks immediately enamoured with her before his eyes go wide.
“Wait, Eijirou’s Bakugou?”
Bakugou’s ears burn at that.
“I’m not fucking anybody’s!” he snaps. The bouncer immediately looks at him, and his face breaks into an even wider grin.
“Well, I’ll be damned! Can I see some ID real quick?”
Bakugou cusses colourfully under his breath but pulls out his license, and after a quick check, the bouncer, whose name is Tetsutetsu, steps aside to let them in.
“Have a good time!” he says happily, almost too happily. Bakugou feels his hackles rise.
“What the fuck?”
“It appears that Kirishima talks about you at least as much as you talk about him,” Todoroki observes, walking next to Bakugou.
“I don’t talk about him, fuck you!”
Todoroki’s delicately raised brow makes him want to punch something. Or someone. Preferably both.
“Fuck you all,” he reiterates before stomping inside.
Now, Bakugou is a relatively creative soul – his job kinda demands it – so it’s not his fault that he’s actually quite captivated by the interiors of this stupidly popular bar co-owned by a stupidly nice person.
The inside has exposed brick as well, and most of the furniture seems to be retro. There are large pipes and barrels behind the bar, made of what seems to be pure copper. Black marble covers the bar tops, and the lights are a mix of neon and muted whites, bright enough to see but still bathing the room in an alluring aura. There’s music thumping through the speakers, loud enough to dispel any silence but still at a bearable volume.
“Swanky,” Camie whistles, taking it all in.
Bakugou nods begrudgingly before setting his eyes on the bar.
“I’ll go get us a fucking table,” he mutters before walking over, hands digging deep into his pant pockets. He sees a lanky black-haired guy and a girl with tan skin and pink hair behind the bar, talking animatedly with the patrons as they serve them drinks at a dizzying pace.
When he finally gets a spot at the counter, the pink-haired girl finishes up with a customer and bounds over to him.
“Hi,” she greets, smile wide and happy, “haven’t seen you around before! What can I get you?”
“Kirishima,” Bakugou says because apparently, his brain to mouth filter has decided to abandon him in his time of need. The girl tilts her head in confusion and Bakugou feels the life drain out of him.
“I’m sorry?”
“I’m fuckin here because of dumbass Kirishima,” Bakugou barely grits out, fingers digging into his palms painfully. “The name is Bakugou, table for 4?”
He sees it all in slow-mo- the way her mouth goes slack, the way her eyes light up like firecrackers on New Year’s, and then the way her smile becomes positively blinding. He hates her already.
“Holy shit,” she breathes, “of course! So glad you’re here! Oye, Sero?”
“What?” the black-haired guy says without looking, topping up a perfectly poured glass of beer.
“You owe me 10 bucks.”
This gets his attention- he hands the drink off and looks at her, “Why would I-“
The girl just gestures at Bakugou and winks, “It’s him.”
Sero – or plain face, Bakugou’s brain helpfully supplies – immediately looks at him, his eyes widening. “Shit, seriously? Aw, man.” His smile becomes mischievous. “I’ll get Kirishima.” He opens the door behind the bar and disappears.
“What the fuck was that?” Bakugou snaps, beyond irritated to be so out of the loop.
“Nothing, nothing,” Pinky sings, raising her hands in a placating gesture. “Kirishima will show your party to your table. Do you want anything in the meantime?”
“… a beer,” Bakugou concedes because he’s not dumb enough to not get a drink before he sees Kirishima if he can help it.
“Coming right up!”
He waits at the bar, watching as his group of dumbasses ooh and ahh at the place, looking delighted. A bottle of cold beer hits the counter with a satisfying thunk, bringing his attention back to the bartop.
“Enjoy!” Pinky still has a stupid smile on her face but before Bakugou can say anything, the door behind her is thrown open and plain face steps out.
“The restocking can wait, literally the only thing you’ve talked about for the last 3 days is finally happening.”
The guy following him is all tanned skin and thick muscles under a fitted deep red tee shirt. His hair is a bright unnatural red, pulled into a high pony with a few strands still framing his face. His eyes are a softer red than Bakugou’s own, his cheeks sharp and high, and when his eyes meet Bakugou’s, a zip of electricity races down his spine and along his limbs till he can feel it in his toes.
When the man makes his way over, Bakugou also notes how damn tall he is- easily around 6’4”. His smile is shy, and he smells like sandalwood.
“Bakugou, hi,” he breathes, hesitantly holding his hand out. Bakugou takes it in a daze, still amazed by just how stupidly beautiful this stupidly kind bar owner is.
“Heyyo, you disappeared fam, how’s it going?”
Bakugou hates everything.
He reluctantly slips his hand out of Kirishima’s warm, firm grip and turns to Camie with venomous eyes. “I literally just met him Cam, shut the fuck up.” He turns back to Kirishima, “Can you show us to our table?”
Kirishima shakes his head once before his smile turns blinding, and Bakugou finds himself fighting the urge to shield his eyes. “Of course,” he says in a voice that’s deep and warm and honey-like, “right this way!”
Bakugou snags his beer off the counter and takes a quick swig before Camie steals it and takes a few sips of her own. He growls at her but otherwise behaves, watching Kirishima’s back as he leads them through throngs of people engaged in cheerful conversation.
“Ok, well, he’s hot,” Cam says around the lip of the bottle. “Total beefcake. Whaddya think, boo?”
“I think you should fuck off,” Bakugou hisses, his face burning.
“If you wanted to go on a date, you probably shouldn’t have invited us,” Todoroki says, taking the offered bottle from Camie.
Before Bakugou can explode in their faces, Kirishima stops and turns around. “Here ya go!” He gestures to a table behind him, tucked into a more private corner of the bar. It’s large and cushy, and when Bakugou gets in after Camie, he’s surprised at how soft the material is.
“So?” Kirishima says, eyes trained on Bakugou.
“Fuckin what?” Bakugou snaps, voice lacking any heat.
Kirishima laughs, head thrown back to reveal a long, thick neck and Bakugou is so damn weak.
“Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friends?”
Bakugou clicks his tongue before gesturing at each of them, “Camie, marketing expert by day, YouTube beauty vlogger by night, pain in my ass always. Todoroki, environmental lawyer and a soba obsessed weirdo. Inasa, physiotherapist and resident dumbass.”
Kirishima gives them all a wave before saying, “Kirishima, co-owner of Riot and the reason why Bakugou saw more unwarranted penises than strictly necessary in a lifetime.”
“Asshole,” Bakugou grumbles, earning him another laugh and a bashful hand ruffling the back of Kirishima’s head.
“Still so sorry about that man,” Kirishima offers, “everything’s definitely on the house for you all! Speaking of ordering-“ Kirishima moves on to explain their ordering system-
“You can scan the code with your camera app,” the redhead says, pointing at the barcode on the centrepiece of their table, “and it pulls up our bar and food menu. Just enter your order and your table number,” he points at the large digits on the side that glows a bright 15 back at them.
Inasa pulls his phone out to order. Before he leaves, Kirishima says, “Can I get your drink order before I go?”
Camie asks for a LIIT, Inasa gets a Soju bomb and Todoroki starts off with his usual- a cosmo.
“You good on that beer?” Kirishima asks Bakugou warmly, his eyes dancing with mirth.
“I’m fine,” he grumbles, sliding lower into his seat. “Maybe get me another, your choice?”
“Coming right up,” Kirishima beams before stepping away, and Bakugou’s heart splutters around his chest at the sight of sharp white teeth and cheek-aching grins.
“He’s so cute!” Camie squeals, stealing the last of his beer. “And he’s totes into you too.”
“I have to agree, he’s very attractive,” Todoroki says impassively.
“Certified hottie,” Inasa rounds up, flashing his own biceps for some reason.
Bakugou is so done, and they’ve been here all 5 minutes.
“Kirishim- Kirishima, the beer is overflowing,” Ashido says, pushing him away and taking over. “God, you’re so gone for him, it’s almost embarrassing.”
Kirishima snaps out of his stupor and moves to take the glass back. Ashido hip checks him away.
“You’re being a little stupid, go help Satou with plating and take the food to lover boy’s table.”
“He has a name, you know,” Kirishima mumbles, but Ashido simply laughs, and Kirishima feels his neck and ears go warm.
Because who let Bakugou walk into his bar looking like that? Looking so damn gorgeous in his all-black get up and his perfect eye make-up and that fierce scowl?
Kirishima’s heart had pretty much stopped at the sight of him, and it was yet to regain its usual rhythm.
The redhead rests his forehead against the wall and mumbles, “I’m so screwed.”
“We know buddy,” Sero says, patting his back sympathetically, “we know.”
For all that Bakugou hates outings and people and outings in places filled with people, he finds himself having a moderately good time.
Because the food is delicious if lacking a little heat, the alcohol is mixed perfectly and the music is fantastic, filtering through old rock classics with some alt stuff mixed in.
And then there’s Kirishima- tending the bar with ease, laughing along with his co-workers, and sending Bakugou wide, happy smiles that sets his entire face on fire.
“This place is awesome,” Camie whoops, banging another shot glass on the table before knocking it back with ease. Todoroki joins her, his impassive face not so much as twitching at the taste of strong tequila before he bites into a lime. Inasa is already beer drunk, cheeks dusky as he hums along to the music.
“Insufferable,” Bakugou mumbles around his 4th-ish beer. He likes to keep up his grumpy act till his last shred of dignity melts away cause of the alcohol, and he’s probably pretty hit already because he lets Camie pull him into her side with her arm around his shoulder, his nose suddenly privy to the scent of her mellow perfume.
“I love you guys,” Camie beams, picking up her beer and waving it in front of her. Todoroki and Inasa clink their drinks against it, and Bakugou silently waves his own bottle around before downing it.
“You guys good on- oh my god, are you Camie? THE Camie?”
It’s Pinky at their table and her eyes are so comically wide that Bakugou can’t help his snort of laughter. He feels Camie straighten up, but her arm around him stays, holding him close.
“Define THE Camie,” she says with a smile in her voice.
“The beauty blogger that I’ve only been following for the last 3 years, holy shit I love your videos.” And then suddenly, her eyes narrow on Bakugou before she snaps her fingers. “NO WONDER YOU LOOK FAMILIAR! You’re the angry blonde in all her videos!”
“Haan? You wanna go pinky?” Bakugou growls, moving to stand up. Camie keeps him firmly by her side, her laughter shaking them both.
“That’s us!” Camie says. Bakugou finally fights his way out of her grip and throws her a withering look, or his drunken attempt at one anyway. She winks, and he fake gags. “I don’t get recognized in public all that often LOL, this is fun.”
“Did you just say LOL in a verbal fucking conversation?”
“What do you mean you don’t get recognized; you literally have like 3.2million subscribers.”
Camie ignores Bakugou and shrugs at Pinky. “I guess my primary demographic aint here fam. Speaking of which,” she thrusts her hand out, “what’s your name?”
“Ashido Mina,” she says, taking her hand firmly. Camie introduces her to the others, and Bakugou looks back at the bar, disappointed to see that he can’t find Kirishima.
“Can I top you guys off?” Kirishima says, suddenly right next to their table, effectively startling the shit outta Bakugou.
Camie chirps an affirmative, Todoroki asks for a water and checks to see if Inasa’s breathing as the big olf continues to sleep, curled up in the corner of the booth.
“And you Bakubro?”
“Don’t call me that,” Bakugou frowns before adding, “I should probably stop, I’m already kinda tipsy.”
“Lightweight,” Camie teases.
Bakugou gives her the stink eye. “Woman, the one time I tried keeping up with you, I ended up in the hospital with alcohol poisoning and you didn’t have so much as a hangover, so fuck off.”
“Seriously?” Kirishima says, eyes wide.
“That’s amazing,” Ashido murmurs, her smile crooked and dangerous.
Bakugou. Hates. Everything.
“He had no lasting liver damage, we’re all fine,” Camie reassures before diving into a conversation with Mina about beauty hacks and good mascara brands and global warming.
Kirishima leans close to Bakugou, bathing him in that warm sandalwood scent. “How about I get you some water and one last beer? A Hefeweizen?”
Bakugou turns to look at him, and his breath hitches in his throat when he notices how close they are, when he sees just how red Kirishima’s eyes are, how the heat seems to radiate off his skin. He exhales in a rush and looks away, answering with a jerky nod.
Kirishima gives his shoulder a friendly squeeze – he’s so warm, his hand is fucking huge – before walking to the bar and picking their stuff up.
When pinky finally meanders away from their table to serve other customers, Camie leans her head on Bakugou’s shoulder and says, “We’ll leave soon, ok?”
Bakugou nods again, leaning some of his weight back into her. Todoroki catches his eye and flashes him a warm, tipsy smile, and if he returns it with one of his own, well, he’s drunk out of his skull and has approximately no fucks to give.
Long after putting Bakugou and his posse in a cab, before which they insisted on paying pretty much the entire tab since they ate and drank a LOT, Kirishima and the rest are cleaning up when Ashido whips him with her cleaning rag.
Kirishima looks at her with betrayed eyes, “Wha-“
“Ei, you better text him again.”
“About what?” Kirishima says glumly. “I did what I said I would do, and I promised to leave him alone after that.”
“Boy please,” Ashido scoffs, roughly wiping down one of the tables, “ya’ll made such gooey eyes at each other all night, plus I’m pretty sure he paid the entire tab just so you could keep up whatever façade you guys have going on to cover up the fact that you have INSANE chemistry with one another.”
“Yeah, the tension was palpable bro,” Sero chimes in, throwing an arm around his waist. “I think you should text him too. He seemed really amusing, and his whole group was a riot.”
Kirishima rolls his eyes at the pun but smiles at them, feeling a new burst of energy in his limbs.
“You guys are absolutely right! Worst case, he blocks me. At least I won’t have any regrets.”
“Yeah boy, get it with that optimism.”
Bakugou wakes up to a slight headache, a mouth that tastes like ash, and a profound sadness that settles atop his sternum, weighing him down and pressing him into his mattress.
He sees the glass of water on his bedside table with ibuprofen placed neatly next to it and downs them both without so much as a second thought. As his brain slowly comes back online, he takes a moment to finally navigate his messy feelings and comes to a crushing realization-
Kirishima doesn’t have to text him anymore.
The redhead had said that he’d leave him alone after making it up to him, and yes, it was Bakugou’s standoffish nature that got them into that situation in the first place. And yes, Bakugou had paid the tab mostly because it was too high a bill to be footed by the bar and Bakugou made bank, but also because a small, minuscule part of him hoped that the gesture would make Kirishima insist on another outing or something to ‘make it up to him'.
The blonde doesn’t even bother to acknowledge the fact that he forgave Kirishima almost two days into texting him.
He almost avoids his phone out of fear alone and makes it through a whole cup of coffee and 3 chapters into a novel recommended by Deku before finally picking up his phone to check for emails and notifications.
He expects none from Kirishima.
So, of course, there are 3 from the redhead.
Bakugou’s heart leaps to his throat and he can’t seem to unlock his phone quite fast enough.
fuck he’s cute
hi Bakugou, thank you for coming last night!!!
fuck he’s cute
it was actually really cool 2 finally meet you. U didn’t have to pay the tab tho :’D
fuck he’s cute
bt since u did, I still owe u. can we figure it out later??? Also, what did you think of the place???
Bakugou
dumbass
Bakugou
you’ve got a swanky place, I’ll give you that. Food was fucking good too. could be spicier.
Bakugou
you got cam completely hooked
Bakugou
and yeah, you better make it up to me later. Asshole.
Kirishima replies a few hours later, just as Bakugou finishes up a yoga routine that stretches out his back in the best way possible.
fuck he’s cute
:D :D :D :D :D
fuck he’s cute
can’t wait
fuck he’s cute
<image attached>
fuck he’s cute
ruby says hi
It’s a selfie this time, not a picture of just the kitty. Bakugou can appreciate how cute the mutt is, but for once, he has no attention to spare her. Not when Kirishima’s eyes are crinkling around the edges from how hard he smiles up at the camera, not when he’s wearing a tank top with relaxed arm holes, showing off bulging muscles and hints of ink, and not when just the mere thought of him makes Bakugou’s stomach flop around uncontrollably.
He barely manages to reply coherently.
Bakugou
the only bright spot in this shitty world
He presses his phone to his forehead and quietly contemplates just how gay he is. Camie pets his head on the way to the kitchen.
It takes Bakugou some time to get used to waking up to Good Morning texts and a stream of random thoughts from Kirishima all day. The flutter in his stomach disappears a few weeks into talking to the redhead, instead replaced by a bone-deep warmth that always manages to make him feel a little better.
dumbass kirishima
GOOOOOOOD MORNING :D
dumbass Kirishima
someone threw up on my fave shoes last night
Bakugou
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
Bakugou
suffer
dumbass Kirishima
y u so mean to me ☹ ☹
Bakugou
cause its fuckin hilarious
dumbass Kirishima
☹
Bakugou
ugh
Bakugou
<image attached>
[it’s a picture of Bakugou’s balcony, and all his plants look vibrant green as the sun hits them just right]
dumbass Kirishima
:D :D :D
dumbass Kirishima
legit felt my serotonin just spike
dumbass Kirishima
thxxxxxx
Bakugou
whatever
Bakuguo
dumbass
---
Bakugou
if I plan a murder can I count on your stupid muscles to help me move the body
dumbass Kirishima
D:
dumbass Kirishima
at least take me out to dinner b4 involving me in your crimes
dumbass Kirishima
what a lack of manners
Bakugou
stfu
dumbass Kirishima
:”D :”D
dumbass Kirishima
youre joking right?
dumbass Kirishima
right??
dumbass Kirishima
RIGHT?????
dumbass Kirishima
BAKUGOU THIS IS A BAD TIME TO LEAVE ME HANGING BRO DO NOT DO THIS
Bakugou
don’t call me bro
dumbass Kirishima
THAT IS NOT THE POINT RIGHT NOW
Bakugou
lol I didn’t do shit dumbass don’t worry
Bakugou
or did I?
dumbass Kirishima
BAKUGOU NO
---
dumbass Kirishima
<image attached>
[it’s a gym selfie; Kirishima is crouching in front of the mirror shirtless, hair pulled into a bun atop his head. He’s glistening with sweat, and he’s got a more serious look on his face. He’s not actively flexing any muscle, but the pose makes his thighs, calves and biceps bulge. One hand holds the phone, the other is resting on his bent knee]
dumbass Kirishima
working on deez gainz
Bakugou
what time do you usually workout
dumbass Kirishima
depends on my schedule actually
dumbass Kirishima
I prefer the morning, but when I take the late night shift I usually go be4 work the next day
Bakugou
hmmm
Bakugou
let me know
Bakugou
maybe we can go together
dumbass Kirishima
:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D
Bakugou
ugh I changed my mind
dumbass Kirishima
:D :D :D :D
dumbass Kirishima
no takebacksies
Bakugou
fucking fantastic
dumbass Kirishima
:D :D :D
---
“So, let me get this straight- you guys gym together at least once a week, you talk every day, your stomach flutters at the mere thought of him and Cam swears he’s making googly eyes at you all the time, and you still haven’t asked each other out yet?”
Bakugou flips his phone off, “Fuck off Deku, don’t be a little shit.”
Midoriya’s face morphs into an amused smile on the other end of their facetime call, “Are you being bashful Kacchan? That’s adorable.”
“I’m hanging up.”
“NOOOOO,” Midoriya bemoans dramatically. “I can’t believe I’m missing all this.”
“Yeah, well, who the fuck told you to teach kids English halfway across the world dumbass?”
“I miss you too Kacchan,” Midoriya beams, making a heart with his hands.
“I truly loathe you.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” Midoriya puts a few papers away before sighing. “So?”
“So what?”
“So, are you going to make a move? How do you plan on doing it?”
“I don’t,” Bakugou ruffles his hair and ducks his head to hide his rapidly warming cheeks, “I’m not asking him out Deku, fuck that.”
“Why not?” the asshole whines, eyes wide and innocent. “You deserve happiness Kacchan. Plus, he seems like a really nice guy.” Midoriya leans forward and adds in a whisper, “I’ve heard he has a fantastic butt.”
Bakugou rolls his eyes and flips him off again, “Fuck off, you can’t say that without actually meeting him.”
“I’ll be back before then. You guys better be dating already when I get there.”
“Stop telling me what to do, shitty Deku!”
“Never Kacchan, that’s what you do for the people you love.”
“Ugh, how are you so gross when you’re so far away, I hate you.”
Midoriya’s laugh sounds tinny over the phone speaker, lacking its usual body and warmth. Bakugou huffs again before picking his novel back up to read.
“Hi Zuku,” Camie calls out from over Bakugou’s shoulder. “You need to come back soon and help me with Kitkat, he refuses to make the first move!”
“Butt out of my fucking love life, you freaks!”
“Can’t butt out of something that doesn’t exist Kats,” Camie deadpans.
Bakugou feels extremely justified in flinging a stress ball right at her. The kitchen fills up with raucous laughter, from his phone and from the person standing in front of him, and Bakugou thinks that adding a deeper, warmer laugh to the mix, coming from a specific redhead might not be the worst thing in the world.
Kiri
bakugouuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
Bakugou
what?
Kiri
just wanted to say hi <3
Bakugou
wth
Kiri
we still on fr the gym tomorrow?
Bakugou
obviously you dumbass
Bakugou
I need you to spot me
Bakugou
im beating my personal best tomorrow or im going to die trying
Kiri
so manly :O :O :O
Kiri
I’ve got you bruh
Bakugou
don’t call me that
Bakugou
and I know you do
Kiri
<3 <3
---
Bakugou
<link>
Bakugou
that playlist you were asking about
Kiri
u da bomb katsuki
Bakugou
katsuki huh?
Bakugou
getting cocky I see
Kiri
I mean, weve known each other for like 4 months now???
Kiri
ur one of my closest pals
Kiri
I don’t have to, I just thought ud like it more than bro
Bakugou
I do like it more than bro
Bakugou
eijirou
Bakugou
I guess ur not terrible
Eijirou
????
Eijirou
did you just?? pay me????? A compliment??
Eijirou
who r u and wat have you done to katsuki?
Bakugou
fuck you
Bakugou
just fuck you
Eijirou
<3 <3 <3
Bakugou wakes up one morning, approximately 5 months after meeting Kirishima for the first time, with a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.
His work goes smoothly. The coffee tastes potent and fresh, his body feels fine, his plants are thriving, Camie is busy with her own deadlines and therefore not bugging him, even the sun is mellow and warm; the perfect weather.
The pit in his stomach worsens with every hour.
It doesn’t help that all of his messages to Kirishima have gone unanswered; he hasn’t even been online all day. In the months that they’ve communicated, he’s never gone a day without texting the man, and now it’s like he fell off the face of the Earth.
When it gets closer to 6 in the evening, Bakugou decides to call if Kirishima doesn’t get in touch himself. Because the pit in his stomach is making him nauseous, and he needs to know if the redhead is ok if only for the sake of his own damn health.
He gets a call from an unknown number at 5:20 in the evening. The pit in his stomach becomes a yawning chasm as he picks up the call.
“Hello?”
“Bakugou, it’s Ashido, from the bar.”
Bakugou pulls in a deep breath. “Where is Kirishima?”
“Um, there was an incident last night, at Riot.” She sighs deeply before continuing, “Kiri got jumped in the alley outside by a bunch of really drunk homophobic assholes that saw him turn down some guy’s number. He actually fought them off for the most part, but he’s sustained a broken nose and some fractured ribs. We’re at the hospital right now.”
Bakugou sinks to the ground, his stomach plummeting with him. “Are you fucking serious right now? Fuck-“
“I’ll text you the hospital details, ok? I’m sorry we didn’t call sooner, between talking to his moms and the hospital folks, it slipped my mind.”
“I’ll be there,” Bakugou says, standing up on shaky feet and stumbling back to his room. “Just don’t leave him alone.”
“Never in a million years.”
They hang up and Bakugou changes, hails a cab, and gets to the hospital in a complete daze.
His affection for the redhead, brimming and spilling from every crevice, makes itself evident when he lays eyes on him in the hospital bed and feels a surge of protectiveness. He wants to kill the people that did this, he wants to gather Kirishima in his arms and hold him tight, he wants to crawl into bed with him and talk about stupid shit and see him smile again.
“He’s pretty high on pain meds right now,” Ashido says from somewhere behind him, pointing to his IV lines, “so he’s been saying really funny stuff. The doctors did a full evaluation and said he should recover completely in 5ish weeks.”
Bakugou nods and swallows thickly. Ashido squeezes his arm before leaving the hospital room, shutting the door behind her softly.
Kirishima hasn’t seen him yet, so Bakugou approaches his bed carefully before placing a hand on the guardrail. The noise pulls Kirishima’s attention towards him, and Bakugou’s gut tightens when those large, warm eyes go completely soft at the sight of him.
“Kassaki~” Kirishima slurs, his smile large and dopey.
“You absolute dumbass,” Bakugou chokes out, his hand moving from the rail to grip Kirishima’s tightly. Kirishima’s fingers twine with his own with practised ease and his smile turns gooey.
“Hi Kats, you look beautiful today.”
Bakugou half-laughs, half-sobs and rubs his eyes fiercely. Kirishima’s face is a bit bruised, and there’s a huge bandage on his nose, but he doesn’t look nearly as bad as Bakugou had first feared. The pit in his stomach finally calms, slowly loosening until he can breathe normally again.
“Shut up Eiji,” Bakugou grumbles, sitting down on the chair beside the bed. He leaves his hand in Kirishima’s.
“Ok,” Kirishima agrees easily. It takes 10 seconds for him to break the silence again.
“Hey Kats?”
“What?”
“Are we dating?”
Bakugou startles at that, eyes snapping over to Kirishima’s. He doesn’t look accusatory or hurt or weirded out or anything- merely curious.
“No, we’re not.”
“Oh.” Kirishima frowns, “Why not?”
Bakugou huffs out a small laugh, “Because we’re both idiots.”
“Oh,” the redhead says, then nods. “That kinda tracks.”
“HEY!”
Kirishima’s smile becomes dopey again, eyes crinkling in the most endearing way.
“I really like you Kats. You’re so smart and funny and you always smell like fabric softener, and you’re just like. Really pretty.”
Bakugou feels his face heat up completely, his grip on Kirishima’s hand tightening.
“Just rest, you dumbass,” Bakugou says weakly, his entire body too hot for comfort. He watches Kirishima’s smile become something warm and loving in a way that hits his heart, and he doesn’t let go of the redhead’s hand, right up until the end of visiting hours.
When he exits the hospital alongside Ashido, he feels the last of his energy drain.
“I cant believe we didn’t get to him sooner,” Ashido mumbles, rubbing at her eyes fiercely. “The bar was noisy, and he just wanted to dump out some trash. Hanta noticed he was gone a while before we went out back and found him punching the last dude.”
Bakugou purses his lips. Truth be told, he cant believe Kirishima had gotten so badly hurt so close to his own bar, and he’s pissed as fuck that the idiot brigade had even let it happen, but the sincerity in Ashido’s voice tugs at his chest painfully.
“I’m sure he’ll forgive you.” Bakugou laughs humorlessly. “He’ll probably say there’s nothing to forgive in the first place.”
Ashido’s laugh is hollow, “That’s our Eijirou.” She looks at Bakugou again. “You coming tomorrow?”
He flashes her his best sneer. “You best believe I’m going to come by every single fucking day till he’s discharged.”
Ashido’s smile becomes a little more genuine, a little more well-rounded.
“I’m really glad he has you.” Her voice goes all soft and gross as she continues, “You mean a LOT to him, in case you didn’t already know.”
“Fuck off,” Bakugou mumbles, before waving her off and walking away.
Because he does know.
He also knows he’s falling madly in love with him, and that he’s completely and utterly screwed.
And he finds that he really doesn’t mind all that much. Some people, he rationalizes, are worth the horrible butterflies and the too hot too cold feelings down the back of his spine.
Some people, he realizes, are worth loving with everything you’ve got.
It takes Kirishima five weeks of house arrest to recover completely. Bakugou spends every weekday and a few of the weekends with him, staying over more often than not. He fusses over the redhead, forces him to take his medication on time, and cooks him everything under the sun.
“You’re spoiling me,” the redhead whines when Bakugou serves him what smells like the best mapo tofu he’s ever going to have.
The blonde grins triumphantly, “You’re damn right I am.”
They bicker and banter constantly, but they also curl up and marathon old bond movies at night. Kirishima goes over the bar’s paperwork while Bakugou works off his couch, and they take turns making the coffee. Ruby falls in love with Bakugou and curls up on his chest every chance she gets, and Bakugou laughs at Kirishima’s look of betrayal. The redhead’s couch is ridiculously comfortable, and he leaves his memory foam pillow with the blonde.
“You refuse to take my bed,” he grumbles, “so you damn well better accept my stupid pillow.”
Bakugou’s neck thanks the redhead profusely.
It’s new and weird, living with someone for the first time. Kirishima’s posse are in and out through the day, and Camie comes by just as often, bringing a change of clothes and gossip with her. Todoroki drops in with some high-quality tequila sometimes and Inasa brings his infectious energy, and through all of this, Kirishima remains in high spirits, even if he goes a little stir crazy sometimes.
It’s new and it’s weird, going from casual touches to more loving ones, more comforting ones. It becomes commonplace for Bakugou to rest his head between Kirishima’s shoulder blades on the days that he has a bad time at work. It’s normal for Kirishima to place his head on Bakugou’s lap while they watch shark documentaries. It’s easy for them to bump knees and press their calves together while enjoying their morning coffee.
It’s new and it’s weird and it’s amazing.
Because Bakugou finds himself falling in love with the little things. The way Kirishima sticks his tongue out when he’s smashing the PS5 controller during an especially intense game of Mario party, the way he makes the coffee with a sleepy smile on his face, the way he hums off-key to a song that’s stuck in his head, the way he can understand Bakugou- can differentiate between his frustrated fuck, his bashful fuck, his angry fuck, his sleepy fuck.
And how he accepts it all without so much as a hitch in his step.
Bakugou watches himself fall in love, slowly, and then all at once.
“How is it that he lived with you for almost 5 weeks and you STILL didn’t ask him out? Or kiss him stupid? Or something?”
Sero has a finger pinching the bridge of his nose, the other flexing loosely in front of his chest as he tries to fathom the stupidity of two people that could not be more into each other if they tried.
“I, I uh-“ Kirishima hangs his head, “I have no excuse.” He sighs deeply. “I was scared he’d give me a pity answer cause I was injured and everything.”
Ashido looks over her shoulder with incredulous eyes. “Are you kidding me?”
“What?”
“Eiji, I know you love us so like, if any of us were hurt like this you’d take care of us till we were better too. But do you think someone like BAKUGOU would practically move into someone’s house to make sure they were ok if he wasn’t nuts about them? Really?”
Kirishima’s face flushes, and he waves her away. “I don’t want to read into it. He’s just a really, really, really good guy. And what we have is good, it’s great! We’re bros. Pals. Friends. It’s all good.”
Ashido continues to stare at him for another moment before throwing her hands up and yelling, “BOYS!” She stomps into the kitchen to help Satou with prep for the day.
They continue to stock up the bar, Kirishima assigned to prepping limes and the ice machine, when the door opens and someone steps in.
“Sorry, we’re not op- Bakugou?”
And there stands the blonde with the biggest bouquet of flowers – chrysanthemums and sunflowers – that Kirishima has ever seen. The redhead distantly hears the sound of a door close behind him, and suddenly they’re alone, the tension positively stifling.
“Bakugo-“
“Go on a date with me.”
Kirishima sucks in a startled breath, his heart hammering in his chest.
“Go on a date. With me,” Bakugou repeats, his neck and ears tinging the loveliest shade of red. “The romantic kind. Where we dress up and get food and drinks and fight over the bill and walk each other to the door and get super awkward before we kiss. All that shit.”
Kirishima isn’t sure how it happens- one moment he’s on this side of the bar, the next, he’s jumping across and gathering Bakugou into a tight embrace, mindful of his newly healed ribs but still unwilling to release the blonde until Bakugou returns his hug, burying his face into Kirishima’s chest.
“Is that a yes?” Bakugou mumbles when they finally pull away, his hands fisted in Kirishima’s shirt.
“In every possible language out there,” Kirishima answers, ducking down to softly kiss Bakugou on the cheek. He laughs as the blonde cusses and shoves him away and laughs even harder when Bakugou’s own smile covers his entire face, bright and open and oh so breathtaking.
That smile is Kirishima’s and Kirishima’s alone.
Eiji
hiiiiiiiiiiii
Bakugou
I swear to god Ei
Bakugou
if you’re late for our first date I will find you
Eiji
and give me a kiss? :*
Bakugou
I don’t kiss people that don’t have good time management
Bakugou
so fuck off
Eiji
still so mean to me ☹
Eiji
I want that kiss tho
Eiji
so ill be ready
Eiji
promise
Bakugou
good
Eiji
<3
Bakugou
<3
Eiji
:D :D :D :D :D :D
Eiji
YOU LIKE ME ENOUGH TO SEND EMOJIS HU H <3333
Bakugou
it will never happen again
Bakugou
so fuck right off
Eiji
:”D
Bakugou
im outside
Eiji
be right there
Eiji
<3
#bnha#kiribaku#bakushima#kirishima eijirou#bakugou katsuki#flustered#boku no hero#mha#they're idiots your honor#giving out the wrong number au???#if that's a thing??????#this one's a monster y'all
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Is She the Reason? - Part 2
Part 1 Part 3
Pairing: Angel Reyes x Black!Reader
Summary: When a heart breaks, no it don’t break even.
Warning(s): Aaaaangst, cussing, mentions of cheating, threats of violence :)
Word count: 1,824
Author’s Note: It’s finally here! I promise Imma give y’all some fun sexy Angel in my next fic. I had a couple people ask about a taglist so I guess I have one now. Lol. If anyone wants to be added, please let me know! As always questions, comments, and concerns are welcome. My inbox is open. Enjoy!
TAGLIST: @holland23567 @trulysuccubus
It had been almost a month since you’d seen Angel or even been to the clubhouse. Bishop stopped by to check on you and you steadfastly refused to give him any details about the breakup. He told you he’d fuck Angel up if you asked, but you didn’t want that. Plus Chucky had already told you about the punch and you didn’t want to bring anymore drama into the club. One of the many reasons you didn’t want to date anyone in the MC in the first place.
It had been a rough couple of weeks. For so long you alternated between being angry and sad and finally you were just beginning to feel tired of it all. Heartbreak was exhausting. You stayed mostly cooped up in your home. You blocked Angel from being able to call or text you and the one time he showed up at your doorstep you threatened to call your shotgun toting father if he didn’t leave.
Currently, you were at the diner enjoying a lunch date with your best friend who was on her lunch break from work. You were dressed in your usual casual cute wear, with your hair up in afro puffs. It was weirdly comforting to have that hairstyle in. It reminded you of your childhood and it made you feel good. You knew the risk of seeing Angel would be great and you’d be damned if you let him see you looking a mess. Your pride couldn’t handle that on top of everything else.
You probably shouldn’t have thought about him because there he was walking through the doors and heading straight towards you. All you could do was sigh loudly.
“Hey y/n, can I talk to you?” He asked, quietly. The usual swagger he had was muted and he seemed nervous. Never thought you’d see the day.
“You must be outta your mind. There are knives on this table. Tell me right now why I shouldn’t stab you where you stand.” Your best friend asked, though the question was rhetorical. You knew she felt betrayed and angry on your behalf, but also on hers. She felt bad that she had pushed you to talk to him all those years ago. He looked like he didn’t think she would do it but you spotted her hand inching towards a steak knife so you placed your hand over it first and slid it towards yourself.
“Your lunch break is practically over. You better head back to work before you’re late.” You told her, trying to stop a bloodbath from happening. Plus, deep down you knew you two needed to talk. You couldn’t avoid him forever.
It was her turn to sigh as she looked at the time. “You’re so lucky, fuckboi. Move.” She demanded, glaring at Angel and he took a step back as she slid out of the booth. “I’ll call you after my shift. Don’t give this pendejo too much of your time.” She kissed you on the cheek and gave him one more death glare before walking out.
Angel just quietly slid in the booth across from you and took her place. No one said anything as you both stared at each other before you couldn’t look at him any longer and averted your eyes. “What do you want?”
“I miss you.” He stated and you couldn’t help the bitter laugh that escaped you.
“You gotta be kidding me. Bye Angel.” You did not wanna hear that shit so you started to move out of the booth.
“Wait.” He grabbed your wrist. “Don’t leave...please.”
“When I said don’t touch me again,” You began, snatching your arm away. “I meant that. What could we possibly have to talk about? How you’re a liar and a cheater? A fucking coward that let me confront him on his bullshit because he couldn’t fess up to it. Is that what you wanna talk about?” The anger came back in full force as you remembered everything he did. All the lies he had to tell to keep the affair going. He let you feel like you were being paranoid when you knew something was off. He made you doubt yourself and that more than anything, pissed you all the way off. “You were fucking her right under my nose. I bet you couldn’t wait to get in her pants.”
“It wasn’t like that.”
“Oh it wasn’t? Please tell me what it was like then. On top of all of that, you have the audacity to tell me you love me?”
“I do love you.” He stubbornly repeated and before you could stop yourself your temper hit the roof.
You slammed your hand on the table hard enough that the dishes shook and loudly proclaimed, “You don’t love me! You don’t even love yourself, Reyes! Because if you did, you wouldn’t have ruined the best thing in your life.”
Your outburst garnered attention from other patrons and workers in the diner and you felt only slightly embarrassed. You talked yourself down in your mind and took several slow breaths. You really didn’t want to cause a scene but he just pressed your buttons. Your hand vaguely throbbed, but you ignored it wanting to hang on to your anger for longer.
Angel was silent for a moment. He wanted to actually think before he spoke. A rarity for him. “It really was just work at first. The Rebels needed so much help and I was out there for so long that we just got close. She was so passionate about the cause and selfless with the kids. I got caught up in a moment...in a feeling. But that doesn’t mean I don’t love you.”
“And where does that leave me? Four years, Angel. I gave you four years of my life. I gave you all of me. I dealt with all the shit that came with being with you because I loved you and I wanted you. You get caught up in a moment and my life is changed forever, but I’m just supposed to forgive you?” You scoffed and shook your head at him. “And you weren’t just caught up in a moment. I saw you two. It’s not just a sexual thing. You can lie to me but don’t lie to yourself. I tried for so long to reach you and you gave me nothing back. I knew something was going on. I much would have preferred you just tell me.”
The truth of your words hit him and his chastised face said it all. “I’m sorry, querida-“ He began, but you sharply corrected him.
“Don’t call me that. Not anymore.”
“I’m sorry, y/n. So sorry. I was too ashamed to admit what was happening. And I thought I could keep it all separated, but...things didn’t work out that way.” The thing with Adelita spun out of control faster than he could control it.
A feeling of resignation was slowly coming over you. A part of you was still upset, but you’d already played this through your head a million times. Nothing he said could change anything. This conversation merely confirmed that you needed to move on. “You know what’s the worst part of all this? I told you in the beginning that this would happen. And I asked you not to let it. You promised me you wouldn’t and yet here we are. I knew you weren’t ready and I let you sweet talk me and I fell for you. Now you’re just another man to disappoint me.”
Angel’s eyes briefly closed as the weight of your words hit him hard again. He never wanted to be a disappointment in your life. He wanted to be responsible for your smiles and your joy. He just wanted to love you, but he didn’t do it the right way and he fucked it all up. He was so conflicted inside. He wished he had never agreed to help the rebels.
It felt good to tell him how much he hurt you, but there was nothing left for you to say. You weren’t completely healed and being around him for this long still stung. You’d never admit it, but there was still a side of you that wanted to be back in his arms. Only your stubbornness kept you in check. “Look, we're gonna eventually have to be around each other. I’m not giving up on my relationship with Bishop because of you. He’ll always be family. But let me tell you right now that we are not friends. I will tolerate you at best. Maybe one day we’ll be acquaintances but there is no guarantee. More than the heartbreak, it’s the disrespect and disloyalty that I can’t easily forgive. Or forget.”
He racked his mind for something to say back. The perfect thing that would bring you back to him or just make things better, but he didn’t know what to say. “I understand,” was all he could manage.
You dropped enough cash on the table to pay for lunch and generously tip your server before getting up. You had nothing else to say to him. You didn’t even bother with a goodbye. You just walked out of the diner and into the parking lot. As you walked to your car, an SUV pulled up next to you and you smiled at the person you saw step out.
Angel stayed seated and stared at the table. He was still hoping the right words would come to him. Maybe he just needed to give you more space. He still didn’t know what to do about Adelita, but deep inside he wasn’t ready to let you go either. He knew it wasn’t fair, but he couldn’t help his feelings. He lifted his head to watch you speed away in your car but when he did his stomach dropped at what he saw.
You were standing there talking with Nestor. He didn’t realize you two knew each other. Where did that fucker even come from? Whatever Nestor was saying brought out the first smile from you that Angel had seen in a long time. You reached out to pull his braid over his shoulder and Angel didn’t know that asshole well, but he didn’t seem like the type to just let anyone touch his hair. Nestor had the softest look on his face as he looked at you.
He pulled you into a hug and Angel watched as your body practically collapsed in his arms. Angel remembered when you’d do the same to him. When you trusted him enough to be vulnerable and show that tired side of you. Nestor’s hand settled on the back of your neck as he pulled you close. His hand massaged your neck and you just stood there with your face buried in his chest. It was enough to make Angel’s fists clench.
It hurt to watch you with someone else. Was this how you felt when you saw him with Adelita? Nestor’s interest was clear and even if you weren’t ready now, it was obvious one day you would be. He doubted Nestor would be a fool like him. Karma sure has a sense of humor.
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Spin the Bottle
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Summary: Peggy finds out Steve’s type. Y/N admits her one weakness.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warning: swearing
A/N: yeah ok it’s a series then
Here’s Bet? and here’s I Dare You; you can read them in whichever order you want, the timeline is irrelevant ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
The first thing Steve sees when he enters the living room is the tv turned on to a Ted Bundy documentary. He doesn’t have to go around the room to know that Y/N is currently laying on the couch, and he’s even less surprised to see Bucky’s top bun peeking over it.
“Didn’t you already watch this one?” He asks while he takes Peggy’s coat and hangs it next to his own.
“That was the movie with Zac Efron, you uncultured swine.” Y/N grumbles from her spot, head in Bucky’s lap while he’s brushing her hair absentmindedly.
Peggy walks into the kitchen after greeting the two. Neither of them pays too much attention to her, and when Steve walks in after her, he can see the small smile on her face. Placing his arms around her body, he rests his chin on her shoulder, as she looks through the cabinet for wine glasses.
“What’re you smiling at?” He murmurs in her hair.
“Nothing in particular. It’s just fascinating to watch those two.” She hands him four glasses and proceeds to look for a corkscrew. “I can’t believe they don’t realise how much they love each other.”
“Oh, they know.” Steve laughs, as he takes the bottle of wine out of the fridge. “They just think they’re friends.”
“You mean nothing ever happened between them?” Peggy raises an eyebrow, attention turned to taking out the food from takeout boxes and placing it onto plates. “Not even a tiny kiss?”
“Does spin the bottle count?”
“You did not play spin the bottle.” Peggy laughs, stopping in her tracks. “What are you? Twelve?”
“Oh, you have no idea how many stupid games we’ve played either because those two have the weirdest sense of humour or just because Sam and Y/N like to mess with each other.”
Peggy makes Steve promise he’ll tell her the highlights of these games before they take the food and the wine to the living room. She smiles as she follows him with a fondness that doesn’t go unnoticed by either Y/N or Bucky, but neither comments on it, as they stand from their respective places to dig in. They content themselves with watching the couple from their corners of their eyes, excited by their budding romance. They don’t, however, realise that Peggy and Steve are actually mirroring their own cuddling position when they sit on the armchair together with their glasses of wine.
“Ok, I wasn’t going to comment on it.” Y/N starts, mouth full of noodles. “But I would like you two to be my parents. Please! I haven’t been this well fed and looked after since my sister moved out to get married to that doofus.”
“I didn’t know you don’t like your brother-in-law.” Steve says confused.
“Don’t be fooled, bud.” Bucky laughs. “She loves David. She’s just bitter she doesn’t have her sister to clean after her and not let her starve anymore.”
“Well, considering you’re here nearly all the time, I wouldn’t say you need to worry about that.”
“Uh, excuse me. That is exactly why I’m here all the time, so I don’t have to be alone in that itty bitty apartment.”
Chopsticks raised in defiance towards Steve, Y/N turns towards Bucky while eyeing his plate. He looks at her for a second and with a sigh, feeds her one of his spring rolls. Peggy giggles softly, but only Steve hears it which earns her a shake of his head.
“Idiots.” He mouths with a shrug.
“So what’s this spin the bottle I’ve been hearing about?” Steve’s head whips towards his girlfriend, but there’s a mischievous grin on her face that he’s only ever seen on Nat whenever she likes to poke fun at Y/N.
“What about it?” Bucky replies, completely oblivious, as he takes Y/N’s empty plate and places it on top of his on the coffee table.
They both resume their places on the sofa, Y/N cuddling under his shoulder, his arm easily going over her arm, pulling her closer. Peggy has only been part of their group for a short amount of time, having been introduced to Steve’s friends months after they started dating, so the friendship between Y/N and Bucky is still baffling to her. Having been reassured time and again that it’s only typical to those two, and not any other member of the group, she can’t for the life of her understand exactly how they function or how every single one of them can act as if it’s normal. She guesses it wouldn’t be that hard, however, when you get used to it.
“Anyone I should feel threatened by?” She laughs, amused by Steve’s horrified expression.
“Don’t you dare!” He warns, a finger raised in Y/N’s direction as a smirk appears on her face.
“Oh, babe. Peggy, my love, you surely already know Stevie here likes brunettes. Tall, muscular and rugged, to be more precise.”
A cushion lands on her face, before she can go on with her little spiel. Bucky takes it and throws it back at Steve, fast enough so she can’t retaliate.
Peggy turns in her boyfriend’s arms, laughing at how beet red he is now. “Is that so?”
“You’re one to talk!” He splutters after his head turns from Peggy to Y/N.
“Hey, I only like to kiss people whose hair is so glorious it makes me weep.”
“Is that why you kissed Nat so many times?” Bucky chuckles.
“Duh.” She says with a roll of her eyes.
“And here I was thinking you were talking about Bucky.” Peggy comments with a well-crafted innocence.
Y/N shifts in her place, gaze following the line of Bucky’s jaw, then that of his nose, his eyes that are trained on her, to his hair. She ponders for a second, as if only now inspecting his hair for the first time, before she pulls on the elastic band, letting his strands fall onto his face. A hand brushes through them, grabbing at the ends and tugging once.
“Yeah.” She replies with a grumble. “The fucker does have amazing hair.”
“You either stop that or I’m going to cut it.” He warns, as she starts pulling again.
“No!” She gasps. “You wouldn’t dare hurt me in such a cruel way.”
“Then stop being a dick.” Bucky kisses her forehead, while he lowers her hand back onto his chest. “At least now I know what scares you.”
“Bitch, you can’t use my one weakness against me like that.”
“Y/N, the entirety of Bucky is your goddamned weakness.” Steve laughs.
“He’s the love of my life, of course he’s my weakness.”
Y/N raises a hand in confusion, as if he’s just stated that water is wet. Bucky just nods his head in agreement, showing that he shares the sentiment exactly, to which Steve just rolls his eyes. Peggy stops in the middle of raising her glass to her lips. She is dumbfounded – this whole friendship makes completely no sense to her. Steve will later tell her not to worry, it doesn’t make sense to anyone either.
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drawing new lines, chapter one (Branjie) - Holtzmanns
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AN: Hello, new multichap! This one has been an extremely fun one to write so far, and I can’t wait to keep going. Hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Special thanks for Writ for being a wonderful beta, for listening to me throw ideas left write and centre and encouraging even the most headass of plots. Also shoutout to Barbie for coming up with Brooke’s career in this fic, aka wanting an architect Brooke. Title of the fic from Flying by Wrabel. Enjoy!
There’s no part of Vanessa’s day better than lunchtime.
The damn good lunch she’s packed if she’s meal prepped for the week. The myriad of cafeteria options if she hasn’t. The break from the politics and ridiculousness of working in the HR department. The top up of caffeine after her morning coffee begins to wear off.
But the best part of it all? Having forty five minutes to talk smack with Silky and A’keria, gossiping about their love lives and their coworkers and being noisy enough to annoy everyone else in the cafeteria.
Today, Vanessa’s the one partly responsible for inciting their shenanigans. She just can’t help it, not when Aquaria from marketing apparently has a new boyfriend and Vanessa knows for a fact that her new man ain’t gonna make her come as many times as Vanessa had when they were dating.
“I’m telling you, she ain’t never gonna have as good as when she had me.” Vanessa takes a sip of her coke as she watches Aquaria by the vending machine, arm in arm with her man.
“You don’t sound jealous at all, boo.” A’keria’s smile is all too knowing, and Vanessa has to stick her tongue out at her.
“I ain’t jealous.” She isn’t. “Aquaria was a total pillow princess in bed. You think I want that situation again? Nooo, thank you.”
Silky snickers. “We were almost convinced for a second there.”
“Please. I feel bad for her, if anything. She probably ain’t gonna get what she needs from him.” Vanessa tries to picture what the clean cut guy beside Aquaria does in bed. Somehow, with the side part and tucked in shirt and loafers, she finds that she can’t.
“And what is it that she needs? Your tongue? Your fingers?” A’keria wiggles her eyebrows. “Your strap?”
“Y’all hateful.” Vanessa scowls as Silky starts smacking the table from laughing so hard.
“All I’m saying is that Aquaria can do better. Though honestly, so can I. And she wasn’t even my last girlfriend. I can get me the ladies.” Vanessa scoffs as she says it. She totally can. She’s a ladykiller.
She is.
Ish.
“Is that so, Vanj? Tell us, who are the last few girls you got?” A’keria cocks her head, wiggles in her seat like she’s excited for Vanessa’s answer.
Hmph.
“Well. There was Aquaria, obviously. Who was all over me when we were dating. There was Kameron. Ariel. There was Scarlet for a short time, too.”
Silky wrinkles her nose. “Y’know, I always forget you dated Scarlet. That concept’s fucking weird.”
“It was fucking weird. That’s why we broke up so fast.” Vanessa shudders. “All I’m saying, though, is that I can get me a lady. I’m a catch, I really am. Hey, stop laughing!”
A’keria and Silky are too busy guffawing to hear her, and Vanessa can’t take this attack on her reputation, she really can’t. She’s got game, and she knows she can prove it.
“Fine. Name a lady. Any lady that works here, even if she straight. I bet I can get her to go out with me.” She wiggles her eyebrows. “It’s the Vanjie charm.”
“Ooh bitch, you’re asking for it. This gonna be good. We gotta think.” Silky drums her fingers on the table, leans back in her chair as A’keria takes a sip of her drink.
Vanessa takes a bite of her sandwich, tries not to be bothered as Silky and A’keria let out hmmms and I wonders. That is, until Silky slams her fist on the table.
“Brooke Lynn motherfucking Hytes.”
“What-”
“Not her-”
“I said what I said.” Silky gestures to Brooke, one of the firm’s top architecture project managers, currently waiting in line for her coffee across the cafeteria.
A specimen so fine that even Vanessa feels a tingle running down her spine. Or maybe that’s because she needs to pee.
Regardless.
“You land her? I’ll buy your lunch for a month.” Silky leans back in her seat, crosses her arms.
“Shit, really?” Vanessa raises an eyebrow at her. “An entire month?”
“You’re acting like you have a chance of success in the first place.” Silky looks a little too amused for Vanessa’s liking, and she feels herself bristle just a bit.
“I sure as hell do.” Sure, maybe Vanessa’s talking out of her ass, but she’s not gonna show it. Not to Silky and A’keria who are regarding her with smug smiles.
So what if Brooke, in her six inch stilettos and pencil skirt that hugs her ass perfectly, is sure as fuck out of Vanessa’s league? So what if Brooke’s known for turning down men and women alike that try to ask her out without so much as a second glance?
Brooke doesn’t wear a ring, which means that she’s fair game. And Vanessa’s going to make it happen.
“Just you wait. Imma make Miss Hytes fall head over heels for me, fuckers.”
Sure, the drama of Vanessa’s statement is slightly ruined by Silky letting out a snort, but the effect is strong enough.
Vanessa’s not going to have to meal prep for an entire month, if she can play her cards just right.
Brooke Lynn Hytes is a creature of habit.
Waking up, then going on a thirty minute run. Breakfast of kale and egg whites. Reaching work ten minutes early. Touching base with all the leads on her current project, making sure that it’s going smoothly. Getting the work done that she needs to before lunch rolls around, a lunch that she spends on her phone catching up with even more work emails. Working until precisely 4:30 pm, when she can roll out the door in time to make her spin class at 5:15 up in midtown.
There isn’t much that disrupts the routine if she has anything to say about it. That is, until she’s packing up at 4:32 and slipping her coat on and a woman knocks on her office door, entering before she can say anything.
“Hytes, right?” The woman flashes her a smile bright enough to knock out the power in the city, and Brooke’s attention is definitely captured away from her things on her desk.
The woman looks familiar. HR, maybe? Maybe the one who’d come around after John had said lewd things to Brooke’s secretary. Though Brooke’s not sure. “And you are…?”
“Oh! Right.” The woman pauses, sticking out a hand. “Vanessa.”
Brooke shakes the woman’s hand, noting that her grip is firm, something she always likes. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“I’m here on…non work related business.” Vanessa’s smile is sheepish, and Brooke pauses, waiting for her to continue, because she has no idea what the business could possibly be.
“So, here’s the thing. I have a bet to win that involves no meal prep for me for an entire month.” Vanessa drums her fingers on Brooke’s desk, almost nervously.
Brooke raises an eyebrow. “What does that have to do with me?”
She’s never really interacted with Vanessa before, so she’s not sure how-
“The bet involves you, too.” Vanessa’s fidgety now, and it almost makes Brooke want to laugh, how nervous she is. “Two coworkers bet that I couldn’t get you to go out with me.”
Really?
Brooke snorts, because really, she should have expected it. “Did they, now?”
“Listen, I know it sounds wack-”
“No thanks.” Brooke goes back to packing up her things, tucking confidential files into the drawers of her desk, pulling her coat over her shoulders. “Don’t think I can help you out with that.”
Vanessa, for her part, remains unperturbed. “There’s perks. You can split the free food with me.”
Brooke snorts. “While that’s a very generous offer, I’m still going to have to say no.”
“Aw, why not?” Vanessa comes around the side of her desk, and Brooke gets a good look at her. She’s looking up at Brooke with a defiant expression in her eyes, one that doesn’t want to take no for an answer, and Brooke almost respects it.
But she also has a spin class to get to, which means that ‘almost’ isn’t really enough to make her want to be late.
“Okay, look.” Vanessa continues when Brooke doesn’t answer, instead focused on zipping up her coat. “This ain’t all just for my benefit. It could help you too.”
“Oh yeah? How so?” Brooke lets her keep talking for the sole fact that she wants to see where Vanessa’s reasoning will go. Vanessa’s incredibly entertaining, as much as Brooke doesn’t want to admit it.
“Ain’t there lots of people who try and snatch you up? You’re like The Bachelorette of this office building.”
Brooke has to hold back a laugh. “There are people that have tried to ask me out, yes. But I wouldn’t necessarily call myself that.”
“Chris Harrison must be lurking around here somewhere to host a season for you.” Vanessa’s grinning, and Brooke can’t help but notice how cute it is. “I’d wanna be on that season.”
“Would you now?”
“Yeah, but that’s not the point. The point is, you got lotsa people bothering you, right? This way you can pretend to date me and just say you’re taken.” Vanessa’s looking at her like she’s just solved the world’s biggest math problem.
“I don’t know if that would necessarily work. We’d have to convince people that we were actually together, first of all.”
Vanessa waves a hand. “It ain’t gonna take Oscar-worthy acting to fool these buffoons. We could do it. Plus, ain’t you got people who bother you about finding someone? Friends and shit?”
Brooke thinks back to her last get together with Nina, when they’d gotten drinks and Nina kept waving her engagement ring around like it was a prized possession, like having a ring on her finger had magically solved all of her problems. Which it hadn’t, obviously, because despite the engagement ring Nina still has to deal with her car transmission needing repairs and her boyfriend (fiancé) coming home from work too late. So what’s the point, really?
Though it never stops Nina and Courtney and Steve from trying to set Brooke up with their friends (‘wanna go out with her, she kissed me in college which means she’s definitely still a lesbian, right?’), from them lamenting on and on that Brooke will eventually find the right person, she will, despite the fact that Brooke doesn’t really care.
Or want to find anyone, really.
Brooke’s got her job and her vibrator. The only two things she needs in life, really, for fulfillment.
But Vanessa’s still standing there in her too tall heels that don’t do much to increase her height, really, an expectant look on her face as she waits for Brooke’s answer, Brooke can tell that Vanessa’s already gotten her figured out.
“Maybe.”
“This can get them off your back. All we gotta do is show up at some social engagements and work events and shit and, bam. Fake couple. We both get a payout.” Vanessa grins, really grins, rubbing her hands together like a scheming cartoon villain, and Brooke can’t help how entertaining she finds her.
“You’re still offering half of your free lunches?” Brooke holds back a snort.
“We can cross that bridge when we get to it.” Vanessa waves a hand, before reaching across Brooke’s desk to grab the stack of post-it notes that sits next to her coffee mug.
Vanessa scrawls ten digits in messy handwriting, sliding them across the desk towards Brooke. “In the meantime? Think about it. Get back to me. You can be part of the greatest finesse ever pulled at this godforsaken office. All you gotta do is say yes.”
With that, Vanessa turns on her heel and leaves, but not before shooting a wink in Brooke’s direction. Brooke finds herself stuck in place for longer than she wants to admit, replaying the sway in Vanessa’s hips as she lets the door close behind her.
She snaps out of it when she looks down at the numbers scrawled on the post-it note, followed by a short, almost indecipherable message in messy handwriting.
U know how to reach me. Xoxoxo, V.
The text comes through a couple of days later when Vanessa’s going over some policy that her supervisor wants to review again for the millionth time, and she nearly drops her phone in excitement when the unknown number pops up, because finally.
Fine. We can try to do this.
“Yesssss!” Vanessa can’t help the little fist pump that escapes her, because Brooke’s agreed and she gets free food but most importantly, the chance to rub it in the faces of Silky and A’keria.
Vanessa saves the number as quick as she can before replying.
VVM: knew u would see the light sooner or later.
BLH: awful presumptuous.
VVM: it’s just smart business!
BLH: how is any of this a business deal?
VVM: I dunno but I sure as hell am feeling as smug as the suits in our office building.
BLH: regardless, we gotta lay down some ground rules. For this to even work.
VVM: I’m snoozing already
VVM: let’s do this over lunch
BLH: are you food motivated for everything in your life?
VVM: maybe
VVM: Benny’s at 12:30?
BLH: unbelievable
BLH: see you then
Benny’s Sandwich Shop is a hole in the wall across the street from their office building that, in Vanessa’s eyes, has the best damn paninis in the city. She rubs her hands together in excitement before digging into her veggie grilled sandwich, wanting to make it last as long as possible.
Brooke’s sitting across the table, and looking at her with a slightly raised eyebrow. “That excited for your sandwich?”
Vanessa scoffs at the sad looking bowl in front of Brooke. “Better than coming to a sandwich shop and ordering a damn salad. What are you, a rabbit?”
“A rabbit who knows what she likes.” Brooke raises her fork towards Vanessa before taking a bite. “So. Rules.”
“Right, rules.” Vanessa rummages in her bag before pulling out a notebook and pen. She’s not going to be unprepared, not when she can get free lunch from A’keria out of it. “Number one, no dating anyone else while we faking it. Obviously.”
“You’re acting as if that’s a rule I would break.” Brooke has a smile playing on her lips and Vanessa scoffs.
“Just being thorough. I won’t either, so.”
“Or I’d be so heartbroken if you did.”
Vanessa sticks her tongue out at Brooke, who seems to be enjoying their situation way too much. “Not even an hour into fake dating and you already pulling on my pigtails.”
“Sorry.” Brooke winks and Vanessa’s breath absolutely does not hitch in her throat at the sight, no ma’am. “Rule two?”
“We gotta show up at some events together. To sell it and all that, otherwise A’keria ain’t gonna buy it.” Vanessa can already see A’keria’s piercing gaze, can already hear the soft mmmhm that she always lets out whenever she gets suspicious.
“Doable.” Brooke writes it down in the notebook. “Events like what?”
“Like some group dinners or evenings out, or holiday or New Years parties coming up, shit like that. To make it look like we cuffed for the season.” Vanessa pictures going to holiday parties with Brooke hanging off of her arm, maybe in a tight dress that hugs her-
She needs to focus.
“Okay. Rule three?” Brooke’s pen is poised to write and Vanessa kinda likes it, how in sync they are already.
Vanessa almost doesn’t want to bring up the next one, but since it’ll be a big component of faking a relationship, she grits her teeth and leans forward on the table to ask the question. “PDA. Thoughts?”
Brooke wrinkles her nose. “Not too big on overdoing it, but I can take some pecks here and there. Holding hands, being arm in arm.”
Vanessa nearly awws, because Brooke’s description is akin to the time in seventh grade when she’d ‘dated’ a boy in her class for three weeks before he broke up with her by the baseball diamond.
Not her finest moment, dating wise.
“I can do that.” The more she thinks about it, the more Vanessa is open to the idea. Participating in all of the innocent, early parts of a relationship, the ones viewed by everyone.
A small part of Vanessa wonders how Brooke’s hand will fit in hers, if it’ll be warm or cold. If she’ll fit against Brooke’s side like she belongs there. She’s excited to find out.
Brooke leans forward in her seat. “Not a rule but - how are we going to tell people we started seeing each other? What will the story be?”
Vanessa pauses and thinks, really thinks. She wants it to be elaborate but not so elaborate that it’s unbelievable, but just enough detail to convince others that their story is authentic.
“Easy. We ran into each other in the hall and you spilled coffee on my shirt and helped me clean it up in the bathroom, and the rest is history.” Vanessa’s proud of her imagination, really, until Brooke snorts.
“So we started dating because you took your shirt off?”
Vanessa huffs. “Got any better ideas?”
“Sticking with the coffee theme, here’s one. We started talking in the line for Starbucks and coincidentally ordered the same drink, then sat and talked about it, before talking about other things. Then you left your number on my cup before you left.” Brooke looks entirely too pleased with herself, the smile lighting her features as she takes a bite of her salad.
Vanessa’s not sold, though. “Why am I the one who writes the number?”
“Why, never had the balls to leave a lady your number before?”
“Hey.” Vanessa swats at Brooke’s arm, ignores the way she’s snickering. She knows that Brooke’s trying to bait her, she is, that somehow she’s already figured out the way that Vanessa ticks.
Doesn’t mean she’s going to try something different this time, though.
“Fine. I write the number. Let’s go with yours.” Vanessa lets out a huff before grabbing the pen from Brooke’s hand, writing their origin story on a corner of the page.
But they need to get back to the task at hand, something that Vanessa realizes when she puts the lid back on her pen. She uncaps it once more. “Rule number four. Social media. We gotta add each other on Instagram and post with each other here and there.”
“All I post on Instagram are my two cats.” Brooke’s smile is sheepish and Vanessa can’t help but let out a snort.
“Shit, you sure you ain’t a crazy cat lady?” Vanessa winks at her before reaching out, grabbing her hand, something that feels more right than it should. “We’ll sprinkle in some actual humans in between the cats.”
Brooke squeezes her hand back, something that doesn’t escape her notice. “Fine. Gimme your phone so I can add myself.”
Vanessa files a note to herself to stalk through Brooke’s instagram later after Brooke accepts her follow request, to look past the cats and for some more information about her, maybe about her past exes-
Nah. Just to be thorough, make sure she knows just enough.
Brooke holds up her own phone, the screen on a boomerang of Vanessa on holiday with Silky, facing away from the camera and pulling her bikini bottoms down for just a second. “Seems like your vacations are fun.”
“Bitch-hey. ” Vanessa tries to reach for Brooke’s phone but Brooke’s arms are longer, easily holding the phone out of Vanessa’s way.
“I feel like I’m going to have a great time scrolling through your instagram, I really do.” Brooke’s looking smug, too smug, and Vanessa huffs.
“Don’t think I won’t find your weird ass posts, too.”
Brooke’s eyes are sparkling. “I know you will. Though I’m not as defensive as you are.“
“Okay, last rule.” Vanessa shoves the notebook in between them, intent on distracting Brooke from her nightmare of an Instagram account. “Five seems like a good place to end. Any ideas?”
“I got one.” Brooke leans forward in her seat slightly. “Promise not to fall in love with me by the end of this.”
Vanessa lets out a laugh, an actual laugh, because Brooke is awful presumptuous. “I’m only in this for free food and bragging rights against A’keria. That won’t be a problem at all, don’t you worry your little blonde head.” She pauses, looking back over at Brooke, who still has a shit eating grin on her face. “And you can’t fall in love with me, either. I know I’m irresistible and all that, but-”
Brooke raises an eyebrow. “Please. I’m just doing this to get my friends off my back. You’ll be just fine.”
Vanessa wonders what it’ll be like meeting Brooke’s friends. What they’re like, what they’ll think of her. Not that it matters, really, since it’s all gonna be fake. But still.
“I think that about covers it all.” Vanessa looks at their list, pleased with how it’s all beginning to come together. “We’ll be able to fool these hoes, easy.”
“You think so?” Brooke trails her pen over the list, as if she’s trying to find something that they’ve missed.
“I know so. And hey, if we wanna add or take something out, we can always change it. This list open to edits.”
Brooke looks satisfied. “Good. And like any good paper contract, we have to sign on the dotted line.”
Her signature on the bottom of the page is fancy, all loops and flourishes and Vanessa can’t help but scoff. “What kinda extra-ass signature is that?”
“A nice one. Yours is boring.” Brooke points to Vanessa’s, smaller and definitely one with less loops and Vanessa crosses her arms.
“You’re boring.”
“Ooh, great comeback.” Brooke’s smiling, though, and it keeps Vanessa from wanting to reach over the table and shove her. “So, are we good to go?”
Vanessa sticks out a hand and Brooke shakes it with a firm grip. “That we are, blondie. Time to pull the greatest trick that our office ever did see.”
Rules:
No dating anyone else.
Show up at events together.
Light PDA only.
Interact on social media like a couple.
No falling in love.
Instagram story posted by @vanessavanjie. Location: @bennysdiner. Tagged: @bhytes. Description: A boomerang of Brooke Lynn Hytes sitting at a table, munching on what appears to be a salad. A gif of a rabbit eating a carrot is in the bottom left corner.
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🔥 ℝise Ⱥbove I̾t ◈ Chapter 028 [Ten Million Madness]
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Author’s Note: Okay, so I feel to the need to say something because I’m kinda disappointed. So, I write out each chapter on paper because I write best that way, and then I can type it out on the computer to basically re-write/edit it to add more details to the basic premise for each chapter. Well, I ran out of paper in the original book, so I got another one. The problem is that this new book was from the dollar store, so it’s a bit smaller and the margins aren’t as big on either side of the page.
Three pages, front and back, in the old book averaged out to about 2.5k words or better. However, the same amount in this new book has just barely been scraping 2k. I feel bad, but it’ll be worse if I go mixing up the chapters to make them longer. I’ll continue to try more pages until I can get back to that 2.5k average. Not sure if anyone noticed or cares, but it’s really bugging me so I felt the need to say something lol (> ツ)>/*
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Word Count: 2,078
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〈“Right now, I’m giving it all my all.
Looking for the hidden truth, wake me up, open my eyes.
Even the soul inside of me, I’ll burn it up without anything remaining.”
B.A.P, “Wake Me Up”〉
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I stood off to the side, watching as the other students scrambled around trying to form teams and think of strategies. Several students from class A were surrounding Bakugo, trying to convince him to choose them for his team. I had considered asking to join him, too, but his attitude from after the race seriously put me off.
“Wait, remind me what your quirks are again.” He said, his face blank as he was overwhelmed by them. “And your names.”
I scoffed, covering my mouth. I mean, same, though. I should really start a list of the people I still need to learn the names of. I felt a tug on the leg of my pants, followed by the hair on the back of my neck standing on end.
“Jen, be my partner,” Mineta demanded, his eyes wide as he looked up at me. “I can be the rider and you’ll be the horse. Just imagining those pump boobs between my fingers gets me -”
“Who said you could say my name you prick?!” My eye twitched in anger as I brought my foot back, slamming it into his face and punting him across the field. He landed behind Octo, who he referred to as Shoji, and started whining about how all of the girls had refused to partner with him. I wonder fucking why.
What a fucking freak.
I glanced at Izuku. No one was even looking in his general direction, poor guy. I did say that I would look out for him and protect him… but this is just the sports festival and everyone is gonna be gunning for him. That’s a shit-ton of extra effort for whoever plays the horse. Still… I sighed deeply and started in his direction, pausing when slim fingers gently wrapped around my wrist, almost hesitantly. It was French Fry. Wait, why is he shaking like that? He’s clutching his stomach… must’ve overused his quirk in the last round.
“What’s up?” I asked, turning toward him.
He forced a smile despite the pained expression on his face. “I was hoping… you would like to be my partner.”
I glanced back at Izuku. Ochaco was chatting happily with him and another girl was quickly approaching them. Who knew he was so popular with the ladies? I turned back to the blonde, whose smile had lessened. “What’s your name again?”
“Yuga Aoyama, mademoiselle.”
“Aoyama,” I tested the name on my tongue before smiling at him. “Sure, why not. Let’s be partners.”
His face brightened, blonde locks swaying as he tilted his head. “Thank you!”
I nodded. “I’ll be the horse and I’ll carry you on my back. You focus on grabbing headbands and I’ll do my best to keep people at bay with my fire, okay?”
“Are we going after Midoriya?”
“Nah, that’s way too much trouble.” I scratched my cheek, glancing at the greenette. Both team Todoroki and team Bakugo were glaring at team Midoriya. “Everyone sees the big number, but not the big picture. A lot of teams are gonna be goin’ after him, but the smart teams will use the chaos as a smokescreen to stack up smaller numbers. We’ll be one of those teams.”
He straightened his back, arm loosely clutching his stomach. “I’ll do my best, mademoiselle!”
I grinned, wagging my finger. “My motto has always been to work smart, not hard.”
“I also have an idea, if you’re interested? I promise it’s magnifique.”
I raised a brow curiously, crossing my arms. “Alright, I’m listening. Let’s hear it.”
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“Oh, goody, it’s time to get this party started!” Midnight announced, happily.
“Hey, hey, look alive! After fifteen minutes to pick teammates and talk strategy, thirteen cavalry teams are prepared to go head to head!”
“I see some unexpected student combinations,” Aizawa commented.
“Come on, everyone put your hands in the air! It’s time for an arena-bumping U.A. battle royale! Let me hear you scream~!”
I gripped Aoyama’s thighs when he hopped onto my back. “Wrap your legs around my waist, I’m gonna need at least one of my hands free for defense and I don’t want you to fall.”
“Right!” He shifted his weight, crossing his ankles across my stomach. His right arm was tight around my neck, the other resting on my shoulder so it would be free to grab headbands. With my two-hundred and five points and his five, we only came out to a total of two-hundred-ten points, but that’s fine. That number will be much higher when all of this is said and done.
“Let’s get this party started! One final countdown before the game starts! Three… Two… One…”
“Begin!!” Midnight shouted.
I sweatdropped as most of the teams made a beeline straight for Izuku’s team. “Idiots,” His group started to sink into the ground and he pressed a button in his hand, launching his team into the sky. Oi oi, is that shit even allowed? Ah, but Shadow is working so hard to defend, how fucking adorable! Shit, no, stay focused, dumbass. “Let’s set this place on fire, Aoyama!”
He nodded as his arm tightened, his fist clenching around my shirt.
While Invisigirl’s team was focused on Izuku in the sky, I rushed behind them and Aoyama reached out for her band, only to have it snatched by a blonde kid I had never seen before. I huffed, chasing after them. “Get ready to grab, and hold on tight!”
I lifted my left hand, increasing the temperature of my skin. I don’t want to set this kid on fire, I just gotta burn him enough where he releases his grip on the band. Shouldn’t be too difficult considering the fucker is carelessly swinging it around his finger without a care in the world. I focused on the spot behind his team – please oh great and powerful taco god, let this work! Aoyama squeaked in surprise as I teleported, clutching onto me for dear life. Pain shot through my skull but I did my best to ignore it, grabbing the boy’s wrist with my hand. He hissed in pain, the band falling from his fingers.
Aoyama snatched it and I jumped back just as the boy reached out for my face, his hand flaming. Huh, does he have a fire quirk, too? It seems to be hurting him, if that pained face is anything to go by. He held his hand out, fire shooting toward us. I can probably withstand it, those flames are pretty tame, but Aoyama can’t and my job is to protect him at all costs. I swept my hand across the air in front of me, a wall of flame sprouting up between us and clashing with the fire he had thrown at us. I used this opportunity to put distance between us – I’d rather not get caught up in a drawn-out battle over one fucking band, it wasn’t worth it.
Plus, you know, effort. I swear after this stupid sports festival is over, Imma fucking sleep for three months. I’m gonna turn into a fucking bear and hibernate.
Aoyama tied the band around his neck, breathing out. “We’re up to six-hundred, mademoiselle.”
I nodded, “Good job.”
“Wow! Barely two minutes have passed since we started and it’s already a total free for all! Yeah! Watch those headbands! You can even ignore the ten million points and go after the other chart-toppers!”
“Goddamn it, Mic,” I growled out, glaring at the commentator’s box. “Keep your fuckin’ ideas to yourself, you damned cockatiel!”
Izuku took off to the sky again and Bakugo jumped off of his horses, using his explosions to propel him toward them. Dark Shadow blocked him, of course.
“Woaaah! Bakugo has been separated from his horses! Is that even allowed?!”
He started to fall, only to have tape wrap around his waist and pull him back down to his horses, one of which was Flex Tape himself.
“He never touched the ground so technically it’s okay!” Midnight gave a thumbs up.
Seriously, what the fuck even is this game? Sheesh, these guys ain’t messin’ around, they’re actin’ like their lives depend on it. I don’t get paid enough for this shit.
Oh wait, I’m not getting paid at all. What a buzzkill.
“Behind us!”
I jumped to the side just as a green hand swiped by my face. “Rin?”
He grinned, sitting atop a large, hairy guy that ran on all fours. “I told you to call me Hiryuu!” His horse jerked forward and Hiryuu made a grab for the band around Aoyama’s neck. I slapped his hand away and he tried with the other.
“Sorry, Ryuu.” My fingers wrapped around his wrist and I tugged him forward. “Aoyama!”
His chest pressed against the back of my head as he leaned forward. Just as his fingers grazed the band, I noticed something transparent shooting toward us. The air solidified, forming a chain with a hook on the end. Within seconds, the headband was snatched from Ryuu’s head.
I snapped my head to the side, eyes narrowed. It’s that black-haired boy that was with Doc Brown’s love child. He’s one of the horses for that loudmouthed silverette from class B. “Damn it,” I jumped back as Ryuu tried again to grab the band. “Sorry, bro, gotta jet!” I focused on the opposite side of the field – there’s far too many teams in this one area and I need breathing room. With just two of us, it’ll be bad to get surrounded.
I teleported, sweat rolling down my cheek as my head throbbed painfully, making me clench my teeth.
“Are you okay?” Aoyama asked worriedly. “You’re shaking.”
I huffed, leaning over. “I think I… just discovered the… limit of my teleportation… awesome…” Shit, I don’t think I’ll be able to use it anymore, at least not until I recover a shit-ton of stamina.
“Now, who wants to take a look at each team’s place so far?! It’s been seven minutes so let’s get those rankings started on the screen! Hold on here… this is an unexpected turn! Other than Midoriya and Winchester, class 1-A’s not doing so hot! Even Bakugo is losing!”
“What?” My eyes snapped to the screen. “No way… He’s at zero?” A sudden angry aura grabbed my attention and I looked across the field – of course, it was coming from Bakugo. It was directed at that blonde guy with the fire quirk. Bakugo, you better not leave me up here alone, bro. Get those damn points back, you bastard.
“And now, we’ve reached the halfway point of the game! As the cavalry battle enters the second half, it’s anyone’s game! Class 1-B has made an unexpected showing, but who will wear the ten million points in the end?! That’s the real question, sports fans!”
The throbbing in my head started to dull a bit and I squeezed his thighs. “Aoyama, we’re going for the group that stole Ryuu’s headband. That’s one-hundred-twenty-five points, and if we can grab that silver-haired bitch’s seven-hundred-five, we’ll be at fourteen-thirty-five. That’ll put us in second place for now. Let’s see if that plan of yours actually works out for us.”
He swallowed hard. “L-Let’s do it! Apres la pluie le beau temps!”
“No idea what the fuck you just said but let’s hope it’s something helpful. Alright!” I grinned, bending my knees. With fire under my boots, I propelled myself forward, rushing straight toward the unsuspecting silverette and his team.
“Tetsu!” The ravenette noticed us, but not fast enough.
My hand turned red as it shot toward the rider. His arm shot up, blocking the blow as his skin turned to metal. “Well, shit…”
He grinned, showing off sharp teeth like Kiri’s. “Hey, that tickles!”
I matched his grin. “If that body of yours can turn to steel, then that means I don’t have to hold back, right?” My hand erupted in flame and I pushed against him. The flames spread across his metallic skin, sweat appearing on his face from the intense heat. Aoyama’s hand shot forward, fingers clutching the band around the silverette’s neck.
I felt the air around us changing, a chain shooting out from the ravenette. Shit! I slipped my hand up, burning the side of the band around his forehead and it fell into Aoyama’s hand just as large transparent hand shoved us away.
“Our band! He got it!” Aoyama cried.
I cursed as the transparent chain returned to its owner, Aoyama’s band landing in his hand. “Goddamn it.”
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14x12 Commentary (europe edition)
Special episode where a bunch of tired and caffeinated Europeans ( plus a sleepy American) scream together, and then die and try to get on with their day ( lol AS IF)
Hello and welcome:
@purpleskiesandcherrypies (Nat)
@dean-winchesters-bacon (Kat)
@waywardbaby (Zeta)
@ain-t-bovvered (Giul)
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11
Giu: Oh donatello
Zeta : What a flashback
Nat: ugh... so sick of nick already
Giul: Whatever it takes oh yes cas is gonna do something stupid ?
Nat: "Not even an Archangel"
Giul: Dean doesn’t joke too in terms of stupid decisions.
Nat: Stop it Dean
Zeta : My heart will go on, I’m sorry
Giul: Well that’s creepy
Nat: NO
Zeta: Ohhh fuck
Giul: I’m crying
Nat: Baby NOOO NOOOO Fuck
Zeta : Test drive
Kat : the hand porn though
Giul: That’s fucking terrifying
Zeta : True
Giu: Dean’s face will hunt me forever now. Jensen JFC .
Zeta : Fuck
Nat: Shit
Giu: Dont
Kat : I cried during this
Giu: I am crying
Giu: Hell’s flashbacks tho
I’m hating myself now.
[Dean pounding on the metal ] : No. No!. Sam SAM!
-Up I’m having serious parallels with when he woke up in the coffin after hell.But this time he can’t get out. NICE
- Look at his hands trembling. CAN YALL NOT
[Cell’s lights goes off] the box is dark now.
NO I HATE THIS ALREADY.
-Oh thank god.
Zeta : Sam is naked
Kat : They both are
Giu: OH FUCK
Nat: Shit
- D:” Just a bad dream, it’s fine. I’m ok”
Zeta : Never said I wasn’t scared
Giu: fucking hell
- D: "Never said I wasn't scared.But it doesn’t matter”
Nat: Fuck you
- S:” But what you are talking about is far worse than death. Michael is an archangel, he could literally keep you buried in a coffin, alive, forever.
Giu: Told ya
Kat : Hate this
Giu: That Henley. I love how it rest on Jensen’s hips. distracting.
Kat : Single layer porn!
Nat: I'm not ok .Do I have to keep watching? Ugh
Kat : YES
Giu: the fuck is happening
Zeta : What now?
Giu: They really want to play with this water and drowning bullshit
- Also this episode is already aesthetically pleasing . and that I appreciate .
Kat: They play with so many parallels this week
Kat : It’s like a Criminal Minds episode
Giul: I’m so loving this
Nat: who is he
Giul: Fucker of the week
Kat : UGH NICK GO AWAY
Zeta: Busy bee
Nat: None of that was my fault
Giul: He’s a serial killer so go off i guess
Giul: Yeah well the devil left the rest is all you bitch
Kat : I like the cop lol
- Nick is so empty right now. He’s the most dangerous human honestly.
Giul: Goddammit mark.
Nat: The TALK
- D:”You’re gonna see it through to the end”
Giul: Shut up
Zeta : Mom hates this
Giul: WE HATE THIS
Zeta: Yeah right
- S:” And Cas and Jack, you haven’t even told them”
- D:” Well that’s because I’m not good with the whole big goodbyes, all right? I don’t need to get shaky on this”
Giul: and HE DIDN T TOLD THEM . HOW DARE
Nat: Can I smack Dean over the head?
Nat: Am I allowed to?
Kat: ITS DEAN OF COURSE HE DIDN’T
-D:” Just put the end of this trip out of your head, okay?”
Giul: MY BABE
- C:” Where you able to talk him out of it?”
S:”No so I’m counting on you”
Giul: LOL SAM TOLD HIM
Nat: Awwww Cas knows tho
Giul: good sam
- He asked Rowena’s help too AAAAAH
Nat: of course he would
Giul: WE KNEW
Zeta: Remarkable command of profanity
Nat: LOL Cas about Rowena
Giul: “ Maybe if I spoke with Dean"BAAAABE
- S:”If we don’t find some way...Dean’s gone”
You have to step on my dead cold body first tho
Nat: Dean washed his hands tho
Nat: at least
Kat : He’s a clean freak
Giul: Well remember how he barely touches the public phone booths?
-tHIS EPISODE IS BEAUTIFUL
Kat: This dude is so whacked out
Giul: This is a criminal minds ep. WHEELS UP, where is Rossi when we need him?
Nat: I'm sick of this dude already
Giul: Finally some gore
Kat: BABY
- D:” Do ever think about when we were kids? I know I wasn’t the greatest brother to you”
Giul: DUDE DON’T
Zeta: Regrets
- S:” Dean , you were the one who was always there for me. The only one. You practically raised me”
Giul: U MY DA
Kat: DUDE IMMA CRY AGAIN
Nat: Sammy, stop
Giul: FUCK
Nat: SAMMEEHHHH STOP
Nat: SHIT STOP IT GUYS
Giul: oh this is for the 300 mood
Kat: I think so too
- D:” Things got dicey. You know with Dad, the way he was. I didn’t always look out for you the way I should’ve”
- lol Sam doesn’t want to hear this shit
- D:” I mean, I had my own stuff, you know. In order to keep peace I probably looked like I took his side quite a bit. Sometimes when I was away, you know it wasn't because I just ran out, right? Dad would , he would send me away when I really pissed him off. I think you knew that”
Nat: I fucking cry
Kat: JOHN YOU FUCKER
- S: “ Man, I left that behind a long time ago, I had to-”
- Look you can pin point the exact moment the eyes starts to get watery...damn it Jared.
- S:” And if we are gonna get through this, I have to do , like you said and try and keep my mind off of where we’re going. So if we could not have conversations that sound like deadbeat apologies, I would really appreciate it”
Giul: YES. THANK YOU SAM.
Zeta: Yeah ok I’m hating this
Nat: Fuck, I'm not ok.
Nat: I like the cop
Giul: BITCH DONT
Kat : Told you Ain’t God he’s praying to
Nat: DIGNITY hahahhaha
Zeta: Yep
Nat: FUck
Giul: WELL THAT’s
Zeta: That was so predictable
Nat: Nick's a fucking lsdhfishgoiewahgpieshgäahgeisladhflidshglidsea
Kat : Can he die already? I shouldn't smash my work computers keyboard that hard, probably
Giul: Hey gotta hand it to the guy tho, he’s pretty resourceful
- Sam finding a case. I’m not even surprised.
Zeta: The Winchester boys
Nat: ONE LAST CASE FOR THE WINCHESTER BOYS fuck you
- S:” You had to go there”
Kat: Damn it
Zeta: Enochian
Zeta: FBI
Giul: YAS
Nat: I'd open up that door so fast tho
Nat: and get on my knees
Kat: Control yourself woman
Nat: You know who you're talking to, right?
( that sentence is knitted in the back of our watch biker gang jackets)
Kat : THE COATS
Giul: FBI FBI FBI FBI
Giul: dean sitting so cutely
Zeta: I’m sorry.Has anybody noticed how huge their feet are??
Giul: licking lips
Nat: Dean's such a smol bean next to Sam.
Kat: Dean looks so tiny.GET OUT OF MY HEAD
- This all conversation with the twin is a real guilty trip for Dean.
- Also this confirms that Dean and Sam knows some enochian. And that’s sexy.
Talk enochian to me * trumpet sounds*
Giul: CASTIEL MY BABE
Zeta: Angel on call
Nat: Awww Cas smiles
- C:” Dean” “ [BIG FUCKING SMILE] “Is so good to hear from you”
Giul: WOW he’s so- GODDAMMIT
- [stammering] : ok...well ..good. Ah [clear throat] listen , Cass....
- C:” You are working a case? That Is So GoOd tO hEaR. So I assume that means you’re not going to go through with it. Because I have to say, Dean , this plans of yours, it was born of, of desperation , not reason”
Kat: BUSTED
Giul: WE KNOW
- C:” I-I know that I’m not supposed to know , what I know, but”
- D:” "Look I'm fine with my plan"
Nat: LIAAAR
-C:” NEED TO HAVE A CONVERSATION”
Zeta: It’s good to hear your voice
Giul: MARRIED
Zeta: I love you
- D:” Really?”
S: “ Dean, it’s your husband Cass I had to tell him”
Giul: lol can we remember that Cas fucked up Donatello for them?
Nat: How he leans against Baby tho I caught myself staring at his crotch. oops
Zeta: Well....
Giul: Aaaaand flannel again
Giul: Shocking
Nat: SURPRISE It's funnier in Enochian I guess
- ALSO hell yeah for Dean being the smarty pants ! I live for these moments. We all know Sam is the main brain , but seeing the writers giving us these brilliant Dean moments is life.
Giul: He cray. This is so creepy amazing. Finally some spn old style
Kat: I know, they finally have a proper almost scary ep again
Nat: Yes. I still remember how creepy sometimes Season 1 was. oh they're here to save the day
Zeta: The Winchester boys
Giul: MOOSE IS ANGRY . SQUIRREL TOO
Zeta: Bamf much?! The hiss
Nat: Dean, control your anger!
Giul: H. O. T
- Poor guy tho, it’s not his fault .
Kat: Love snarly boys!
Giul: WELL FUCK
Zeta: Baby’s ass! I’m sorry again
Giul: We end the ninja turtle
Giul: UUUUUUGH
Kat: Ugh this bitch again
-Vintage Nick
Nat: I wanna skip Nick. Can I skip Nick?
Giul: NO Mark acting is gold
Kat I hate this whole scene
Nat: He's too good and I hate him
Giul: Wait Why is No NO , fuck no. WHAT
- The fucking ice ....
- N: “Lucifer....?”
Sarah :
Kat: ITS DUMB AF
Kat: I HATE THIS SCENE
Nat: SPN makes me question so many things
Giu: FUCK MARK OK
Nat: TELL HIM. I LIKE HER
Zeta: She kinda hates him
Kat: BUT SHE DOESN’T DO ANYTHING.SHE SHOULD BE THROWING HIM AGAINST WALLS AND SHIT
Giul: Let her leave bro
Nat: NICK LISTEN TO YOUR DAMN DEAD WIFE
- N: “ I can’t”
Kat: Nope he’s gonna be a little bitch
Giul: Oh I’m sorry he’s like a Stockholm victim.
Nat: "I'm sorry." Is he really tho?
- N:”Wherever is darkest”
Kat: Melodramatic much Nick?
Nat: DR CAS
- DR NOVAK
Zeta: Oh hello
Giul: THE OTHER Mr Winchester.
Giul: OOH OOH HOT
Nat: Dean's smirking
Giu: DOCTOR
Zeta: Giuls, u ok??
Giul: I . AM. NOT. EARSKYHGZLYCBTSGKBP FUCK ME
- Doctor: follow me.
Sam scrambling the fuck away from the sexual tension
Dean eyes on Cass [starts the sexual tension]
me [bathing in sexual tension]
Nat: THE HAIR ON CAS THO
- C:” It was necessary, doesn’t mean I don’t regret it. Doesn’t mean I don’t wish there could've been another way”
- C:
- “Please don’t compare this with your suicidal plan. Just stop it”
[ tilting head in angry ]
Zeta: Tell him Cas
- D:” Why don’t we talk about that later”
Nat: "according to your plan, there won't be a later." I love Cas
Giul: YES
Kat: THE SASS
Giul: CAS BABE
- D:” You think this is easy on me?”
-Why does it always look like Cas is on the verge of tears and they never fucking show us the real deal
- C:” So then, this is goodbye?”
Zeta:He’s hurting
- ThE FuCK Is tHaT LoOk DeAN
Nat: "Guys.. stop bickering." Is what Sam should have said. lol
lol and Cas holding Dean’s gaze a bit before focusing on Sam. Good moment
- D:” I thought he was too far gone”
C: “Dean if there is a spark of hope. then I have to try “
- Damn these writers are not being subtle.
-C: “ YOU taught me that”
Giul: GUYS I CAN T
Zeta: *pats your back *
Nat&Kat:"Get out."
Giul: when castiel get so riled up I get all tingly.YES ORDER ME AROUND
Zeta: @Giul control yourself woman
Giu: PSH HAVE U SEEN THIS...[gestures vaguely] HOW
- Sam not being subtle too
Nat: Sam's throwing shades
Kat: THE DIMPLES OF DISCONTENT
-I will never get tired of Cas glowly hand
Giul: ANGEL EYES YAAAASP
Kat: Okay dude would be choking on that tube
Giul: CAN I WAKE UP LIKE THAT TOO
Nat: I wanna wake up being surrounded by three hot boys
Giul: [clicks tongue]
Kat: With three handsome men? Yes please
- yeah ok you can’t fucking say that and look up at Castiel, Dean..you motherfucker
- C:” Would do like more grape jello?” [voice deepest than Dean’s closet]
Giul: WHAT WAS THAT VOICE CAS i felt it in my [censored]
Kat: Donatello and his chicken
- Those two whispering like that .... fuck you
Nat: THE dimples
- Castiel’s little awkward smile
- This episode is so beautifully shot I can’t
Kat: I need a gif of them legs @Giulia please ma’am
Giul&Zeta: NO REST FOR THE SELF DESTRUCTIVE.
- D: “We are going out on a high”
i wanna slap him....hard
- D: “ Sorry”
S: “sOrRY “ *chuckles*
- Sam is not drinking beer, he’s drinking hot salty tea.
Nat: Sam's really at it, huh? Trying to guilt trip Dean out of it
Giul: i don’t blame him
Nat: Can't be mad at him, tho
- S:” I have to throw away everything we stand for” aaaaand the voice cracks....good....great...
Zeta: He’s soooooo angry
Kat: Sam’s hair is so fluffy
Nat: LISTEN TO SAMMY DEAN
-S.” You just don’t check out of it “ * snarls and pushed Dean*
Dean is offended of the push.
Bitch you don’t get to be offended
- S: “ if you quit us today, there won’t be a tomorrow. What are you doing now it’s wrong,it’s QUITTING”
Giul: SAM MAD DESPERATE VOICE IS GOOD
Nat: I believe in us, Dean
-Dean doesn’t respond.
- Sam:
- Sam is all of us
Zeta: Smack him
-[Enters desperate hug]
Nat: fuck, now i'm crying
Giul: sobs
Nat: fuck no shit
Giul: OH COME ON
Kat: THIS HUG
- [strained voice] S: “why don’t you believe in us too?”
Giul: It’s too early for this.
-Sam looks like a kid here , a scared sad kid and I CAN’T DEAL WITH IT
Kat: SAM HOLDS ON SO TIGHT
- D:”Okay Sam”
Sam sniffs
D: “Let’s go home”
Nat: I need a cigarette and lots of wine
Giul: MOOD
Zeta: This fucking hurts so bad
Nat: Why you gotta make me cry tho
Giul: GOOD LORD. Stop the voice breaking
- D:” And I’ll keep believing until I can’t”
Kat: MY BOYS 😭😭😭😭
Nat: NO
Giul: JARED WTF
- D:” you’ll have to take it for what it is....the end”
Nat: SAM WON'T DO IT
Giul: STOP IT
-D:” and you have to promise me “ [Dean’s voice get high] “ that you’ll do then what you can’t do now. and that’s let me go”
Giul: HE FUCKING WON T
Nat: FUCK YOU ALL
Kat: JARED STOP YOUR FACE
Nat: FUCK YOU
Giul: JARED FUCK U
Kat: ALL OF YOU STOP YOUR FACES
Giul: FUCK IT FUCK ALL OF U
Nat: I'M DONE FUCK THIS SHIT
-D:” Just don’t hit me again”
- STOP THIS FUCKING MUSIC RIGHT FUCKING NOW
Zeta: i HATE ALL OF THIS
Nat: I DON'T WANNA WATCH ANYMORE, NO MORE SPN FOR ME
Zeta: I HAAAAAAATE IT!!!!!
Giul: AND WE HAVE ALL SEASON 15 too
Nat: FUCK THIS
Giul: YAAAASP GUYS
Kat : NO YOU HAVE TO WATCH NEXT WEEK
Giul: PROMO NOW
Zeta: Yeet
Kat: PREVIEW
Giul: GO WATCH THE PROMO BITCH
Kat : GO I CAN’T FREAKING WAIT
Giul: i LOVE IT
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Well well WHAT A FUCKING RIDE.
WE HATED IT.
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explaining Preacher’s playlist
Putting this under a read more break because there’s a lot. I was bored so I finally tried to explain the reasons each song is there. Granted some only have a sentence or two. Not everything needs a giant essay response. Warning though, talks of abuse do take place.
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLT9aIxp8n042hnvTQMd7vOTVJp2utaZwp
1: Beim Ersten Mal Tuts Immer Weh / The First Time Always Hurts
-Just one last time please be nice to me
Come over here
Just be nice to me and come and sit beside me here
Just one last time please be nice to me
Come over here
One more time again
Come on give me just a little bit now
Come on let me have a final kiss now
Come on give me just a little bit now
Fool me please just one more time again
-I wanted to start Preacher's playlist with something surprisingly dark rather than edge into the darker parts later on. So Preacher's trauma is right in the listeners face and how in a fucked up way he still misses someone that really fucked them over.
-Especially with the last bit of the song "Why don't you want me no more?" Bishop would often ignore him as punishment and it would fuck with Preacher's head a lot and how he just wanted to be in his good graces again.
2: For Your Entertainment
-I call this one of his "mask" songs. How Preacher often tries to appear to people. It also ties in a bit with how confident he felt in the past when Bishop was around. I wanted to counter the "wtf" start of the playlist with something boppy. Since once Preacher catches wind that someone is figuring out what happened to him, he's all lies and glamour to distract people from talking about it.
3: You Think You're a Man
-I kinda wanted to include this song because the listener would have trouble figuring out "Okay is Preacher singing this or Bishop?"
4: Message in a Bottle
-Catchy little song but it helps explain how even if Preacher made a bunch of new friends he still felt isolated due to having to hide a lot as a Tiefling.
-Love can mend your life
But love can break your heart
5: Mony Mony
-I always pictured Preacher singing this with his friends. There's not a lot to say for every single song. I just wanted to get mood music for Preacher's gang of buddies.
6: Out There
-More alluding to Preacher's lonliness and how Bishop also used that to have some sort of control over him. With all his friends, Bishops word really was the only word that had meaning / value to him.
7: Medicate
-Yeah Preacher's coping mechanisms weren't the healthiest
8: A Penny for a Tale
-Mocking the greedy? Say no more
9: Goo Goo Muck
-Lore wise I always pictured Preacher making this song up on the spot to entertain his friends
10: Lost Boys
-While this song is about vampires I just felt it fit still with Preacher and his buddies. His playlist early on covers a lot of that part of his life.
11: The Rocky Road to Dublin
-Yet more "Just singing with friends"
12: Zydrate Anatomy
-I mean lorewise he did deal in drugs both real and fake in his mid teens so I wasted no time getting this song onto the list.
13: Open Your Eyes
-More mood music to his early teens. Trust me I'll have more to say with other songs
14: Back and Forth
-This song screams Preacher when he's scamming people to me
15: Drinkin with Jesus
-At first I picked this one because cmon. A Tiefling called Preacher , a song called Drinkin with Jesus seemed perfect. Then I realized "Oh shit the lyrics fit". A lot of the time Preacher had to be completely alone to show just how messed up he was back then even before his assault.
16: Feel Good Inc
-A lovely mix of isolation, "The world is corporate bullshit" , and more. You damn right I'm putting this on the list.
17: The Cave
-Timeline wise this is a bit of a jump into the future where Preacher is in another down mood and tries to recover from it.
-But I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck
And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again
-That last lyric always made me think of Preacher actually maybe someday going back to using his birth name. Berlyn. And just finding his own identity again. Away from Bishops shadow. This would be around the time he grows his trademark purple mustache. It's a small decision but it was still an important decision since Bishop used to even control how he looked.
18: Devils Dance Floor
-CMON. DEVILS Dance Floor. Perfect Tiefling music. I also wanted something to pick the mood of the playlist back up a little after that dip.
19: A Touch of Evil
-Aka the most metal "Gay pining" song I'm aware of. The playlist takes a turn of "But I want his attention so bad" and how he wanted to be in a proper relationship with Bishop. Teenage hormones are rough so I'd imagine they'd be double rough as a Tiefling.
20: Skills in Pills
-More showing Preacher's distructive habits and drug selling. I wanted to avoid putting Rammstein on the list because it'd be predictable as fuck. So I settled with Lindemann.
21: Jigolo Har Megiddo
-Preacher playing up the whole "I'm made from demons" thing for flirty singing.
22: Come Out and Play
-And we jump back into more "street punk shenanigans"
23: You Look So Fine
-More pining and angst. I really liked sudden dips in mood with this playlist. Like his outer walls are cracking and you're getting peeks at the sensitive stuff going on in his head.
24: I Wanna be Yours
-Even more pining because I'm an asshole
25: Sleeping Powder
-I wanted something comical to again lift up the mood of the playlist so this song was perfect. Just that "I'm back! Where are we going?" makes me think "Okay I'm done being sad, wait what are you guys doing today?" Also the faint "broken" from 2D in some parts of the song were fitting.
26: Sandmann
-Preacher's super protective of kids so this was perfect
27: Deleted this one, moving on.
28: Breaking the Habit
-One of the many times Preacher TRIES to get out of his self destructive habits and loops but its left unknown if he got out this time or not. This song fits in pretty much any part of his timeline with Bishop. Adding more to the "loop" of abuse that will be talked about near the end of the playlist.
29: Unzerstorbar ( Indestructable )
-I broke my "no german lyrics" rule with this song but I HAD to. It's such a "FUCK YEAH WE'RE YOUNG AND INVINCIBLE" song that ends on a more quiet note that always made me think "Deep down they know they're not"
-As a child I was - I was ahead of all.
As a child I was cold and I figured out
how much time I have left anyways,
because I am indestructible.
I was cool - I was hard and I knew what's goin' on.
I was clever and smart and have considered long,
Why am I made of steel? What is the meaning
that I am indestructible?
This world is so small, so much lesser than I.
Super Hero - all alone. Whether I like it or not.
Meanwhile, I ask myself: is there someone like me here?
30: Sympathy for the Devil
-Again. HOW THE FUCK CAN YOU NOT HAVE THIS SONG ON A TIEFLING PLAYLIST?
31: All I Want
-I always pictured this song during a hectic chase either in the sky or on the ground. Preacher is a speedy boy so this was a good fit ( The fact that this song was in Crazy Taxi also makes me think of speed )
32: Action
-I thought this fit the mood of Unzerstorbar and wanted to continue the vibe
33: Hit That
-More chaotic city vibe music
34: Down the Rabbit Hole
-I wanted to include Adam Lambert again since he's early in the playlist.
35: The Heart of the Riding Man
-I blame Fennah for getting me into this song. The lyrics were just such a fun match. Preacher might be a Tiefling. But Bishop will always be the "Devil" in this song.
-Oh the heart, the heart of a riding man
Scarred and cut himself from the devil he ran
Oh, from the devil he ran
36: Komm Zuruck / Come Back
-DID YALL WANT MORE PINING? Well it's back and much more chaotic this time.
-I've missed you long enough
asked myself, where exactly you are
and if you still bite your nails
we planned everything perfectly
with false papers and well covered
and then suddenly you did it on your own account.
I've had enough, get me out of here
don't give up on me now.
Wherever you are (wherever you are)
oh, I'm with you
Whoever you kiss (whoever you kiss)
oh, I forgive you
Make your way (make your way)
and then release me
come back, don't make me wait
37: Sick Boys
-Imma be real with you. I'm a slut for Social Distortion so I had to include SOMETHING with them
38: God is a Popstar
-One of the first songs I put to this character and it's still such a perfect fit with the religious stuff in Preacher's story. The video is even nice as a helper because you could imagine Preacher is in the place of Jesus here. All dolled up then thrown away.
39: Applause
-More flashy "haha nothing is wrong I just want attention" songs since Preacher is a greedy mother fucker when it comes to attention.
40: Trust Me
-This is getting to the important part of the playlist. His relationship with Bishop was toxic as fuck. Preacher also did lots of things he didn't want to but the reward was Bishops attention. So with the previous song and this it really shows the leftover effects Bishop had on him. Preacher is one hell of a good liar thanks to Bishop. So in a way. He does have the risk of becoming someone elses Scorpion. Those mental walls I mentioned earlier are breaking at this point.
41: Fireflies
-The sad truth that Preacher still misses and thinks about Bishop. The lyrics here are meant to really tug at you as Preacher's barrier is crumbling at this point.
-If all you ever get from the sonnet is the count of the fall of man
Every call and cost made to your heart
You were in the kind of game that put the force in me
I was ever chasing fireflies
-Sometimes I follow a firefly
He takes me into the night
Baby, I just survive
I got drunk, I'm sorry
Am I losing you?
Sometimes I follow a firefly
He takes me into the night
Baby, I just survive
I got drunk, I'm sorry
Am I losing you?
42: Prison Sex
-Probably the most important song in the playlist. I wanted that earlier darkness to come back full force now that the listener is at probably the most vulnerable part of Preacher's head. It's disgusting and that's the point. Preacher finally fully admits to himself about his rape. And the song implies he has a huge risk of continuing Bishops cycle of abuse. Both the abuser and the abused have lyrics in this song.
43: I'm Not Jesus
-This is sort of like Preacher is finally saying "No FUCK THAT. I'm not like you." This song is also about abuse so I wanted to include it. He's angry at this point and finally fighting back in his head.
44: You're Gonna Go Far, Kid
-In my head this is Preacher sort of mocking himself and his skills at lying
45: Lone Digger
-I wanted another song to help "lift up" the mood again since this playlist has a lot of ups and downs.
46: Money
-I thought the lyrics were fitting for this part of the playlist
47: I Don't Care
-Mood gets a little somber but in a more beautiful way than flat out heartache or suffering. A little more of Preacher rebelling finally against Bishop
48: Creep
-But in the end all his rebellion eventually leads to him being depressed. Bishop is gone from his life at this point. But he's clearly still lingering in his head. No matter how much he tries to ignore it.
49: Souk Eye
-The finale where Preacher admits he'll always have Bishop in his thoughts even if he also knows damn well to never deal with him ever again. Even if sometimes it hurts like hell.
I wanted this playlist to be able to go on a loop and make sense. His moods are often on a cycle of "Fuck yeah I'm awesome! Fuck you Bishop!" to "Dammit we could have been so good for each other in another life wtf" It just repeats and repeats much like how people repeat their own cycles after trauma or abuse.
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Fallout 4
A/n: Smut. RPF
Link to Chapter 3
Words: 3,422
Pairings: Richard Speight Jr x Reader
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Richard followed you out to the car not saying a word. When you opened the door, Richard reached out shutting it.
“Sugar calm down.”
You gave Richard a cold glare.
“How can you be calm? Crystal won't be able to take care of Rob.”
Richard sighed before pulling you into his arms.
“He's a grown man, baby. He's going to do what he thinks is best for him.”
You nuzzled your face against Richard's chest.
“I don't think he knows sometimes. Rob can be a bit naive.”
Richard chuckled tilting your face up to his before pressing a loving kiss to your lips.
“On the bright side, we get to have a romantic bit of a getaway. We have a few days where we won't have anything to do. We can stay in bed all day or we can go see the sights. Whatever you want to do.”
You smiled against his lips. He knew how to cheer you up quickly!
“We've never fucked in Germany before.”
Richard said with a smile. You rolled your eyes.
“Always thinking of a way to get some aren't you?”
Richard shrugged.
“Can't blame me for trying. I have a lot of time to make up for.”
You let your hand fall between your bodies to palm Richard through his jeans.
“I suppose you will want to rejoin the mile high club?”
Richard's eyes flashed with nervousness thinking about getting on the plane before taking on his cunning gleam.
“Well sugar it's definitely possible.”
Two days later, the two of you were on a plane to England. You sat snuggled against Richard’s side as he looked dead ahead not blinking. After hitting some minor turbulence, Richard was ready to get the hell off of that plane ASAP. You had raised the armrest and was nestled as close as possible him. Pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek, you tried to get his mind off of the flight.
“Have you realized that the day after tomorrow is our anniversary?”
Richard looked down at you with a smile.
“Guess we will be looking for something nice to do. You know, I am totally fine with pretending that whole break up thing didn’t happen.”
“Sounds fine to me!”
Richard pulled you into a soft kiss as you laid your head on his shoulder. His mind went back to when the two of you met. Did he know then that he would end up loving you like he did now? No way! That was never expected!”
When Richard first saw you, falling in love was never even on the radar for him. He and his ex had been divorced for two years and he never had an interest in falling in love again. Sex was just fine for him and he had been having a lot of it lately. It didn't take much of an effort to get a girl naked.
Richard had gone to see Rob's band play. Of course, he was late. Sitting down in the bar area he could see Rob easily. His eyes stopped on you. Richard swallowed hard looking at you. You were hot! Hot wasn't even the proper word to use for her...stunning was more like it.
You were clearly younger than Rob and the look that you was giving Rob made Richard sigh. He had seen that look before. If you were looking at Rob like that, there would be no way that you would be wanting someone else.
Once the show was over, Richard walked over to Rob.
“You did pretty good man..”
Rob looked up with a smile.
“Thanks. I didn't see you anywhere.”
Richard motioned to the shot of whiskey in his hand. Rob nodded realizing where his friend had been. Richard meanwhile, was looking for you. After a few shots of whiskey, he was feeling 10 times more confident.
“Dude the cute girl that was on stage with you...she had her eyes all over you.”
Rob frowned looking a little grossed out.
“Rich, that is my sister. She was NOT looking at me like THAT!”
Richard looked like he had just won some jackpot lottery.
“That is your sister? Damn, she's hot. Please tell me that she is over 18.”
Rob rolled his eyes. This was what he figured would happen. Richard would take one look at you and want to bang you. You had been in Europe for the past two years and had yet to meet your brother's best friend.
“Uh yeah! She’s an adult!”
Richard did his little eyebrow wiggle before starting to walk off.
“Sweet. Imma bang your sister. Merry fucking Christmas to me!”
Rob sighed. He was used to Richard being crude. Rob blinked awkwardly.
“Rich, she's mean...really mean!”
Richard turned to look at him a moment.
“I can handle a mean girl. Come on Robbie I've been divorced for two years now. I think it's time for there to be something for me to love”
Of course Richard wouldn't tell Rob by “love” he meant fuck into submission. True love was the last thing on his mind at the moment. Richard didn't wait for Rob to protest any further before going up to you.
You, meanwhile, sat at the bar sipping on a martini.
“Hey sugar. So you must be Rob's little sister.”
Richard said seductively as your eyes rolled to him. Your eyes roamed his body before looking back to his face.
“How many other girls do you call sugar so you can have your way with them, Richard?”
He blinked clearly shocked at your sassy comment. That was the last thing he had expected.
“Counting you...one. So what's it going to take to get you to go on a date with me?”
He focused his eyes on your cherry lips as you ran your tongue over your bottom lip.
“You want to go on a date with some girl you know nothing about? What if I'm a psycho like Lisa Left Eye Lopez and try to burn your house down?”
Richard smirked.
“You don't seem the type sugar.”
“Looks can be deceiving.”
Your voice was so sultry that he felt the beginnings of an erection coming on.
“Yeah, I doubt that. So about that date?”
You put your drink down.
“How about asking? You haven't done that yet.”
Richard sat down beside you
“So want to go on a date with me sugar?”
You smiled.
“That could be fun.”
Neither of you had noticed Eric Kripke watching them from afar until he walked over.
“You must be Rob’s sister Y/n?”
He asked before tossing Richard a smile. You nodded.
“That's me.”
Eric looked between the two of you again before smiling wider.
“Awesome. I'm Eric Kripke and I'm here to offer you a job. Stick around Richard you need to hear this too. So we were thinking about adding Gabriel a bit of a love interest (Richard looks like was winning the lottery again) well I've been a nosy fucker watching you two for a bit and I think I see some good chemistry here. If you're interested come see me for an audition.”
He held out his card to you before getting up and leaving….
Your hand sliding up this thigh made Richard pull out of his thoughts.
“What are you thinking about? You're getting hard.”
You asked, pressing harder on his now noticeable hard-on. Richard groaned feeling his jeans getting tighter.
“The first time I talked to you. How hot you looked sitting there and how bad I wanted to fuck you against the bar.”
You smiled before working a series of kisses down his jawline.
“What about our first date?”
Watching Richard squirm to relieve the tightness in his pants, you smiled. Of course, he remembered their first date. How could he not?
You smiled, continuing your assault on Richard. Thinking about the date that set the whole relationship off, you smiled.
You had been on Supernatural for almost a month. You had been so busy that the date with Richard had been pushed out several times. That didn't stop him from flirting with you nonstop. Not that you minded either. You were more than happy to flirt back and tease him senseless.
There had been kisses shared several times while filming but it wasn't a real kiss. It was too scripted. You wanted Richard to lose control and have his way with you. One afternoon after filming, you looked up as Richard stood in the doorway.
“So about that date sugar...am I ever going to get that?”
You turned, batting your eyes.
“When do you want it?”
Richard chuckled.
“Oh I don't know…tonight?”
You were pleased with his response.
“That sounds nice.”
Richard looked behind him making sure no one was hovering before walking to you.
“I want to kiss you as me...not Gabriel.”
Your heart was beginning to pound. What was this man doing to you?
“What are you waiting for?”
You asked softly before Richard pulled you into a long deep kiss. He quickly picked you up, putting you on the dressing table. Richard settled himself between your legs. Your fingers were soon tangled in his hair pulling softly.
“You like this baby?”
You nodded with a smile.
“Do you think I would tell you no? I've wanted a kiss like this from you for weeks.”
Richard groaned.
“You could have gotten it whenever you wanted.”
2 hours later, you stood in front of your bathroom mirror. After the small make out session in your dressing room, you finally got away so you could rush home and shower for the date. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't even notice Rob walk into the doorway.
“Y/n, why Richard?”
Your eyes rolled up to your brother's.
“Why not?”
Rob sighed.
“Jesus, I don't know. He's my best friend and maybe I know how he can tend to be.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Robbie, calm down I'm not running off to Vegas to marry him. It's just a date.”
Rob looked disbelieving for a moment.
“And you're going to sleep with him?”
You turned to face your brother, again.
“If it comes to it yes. Rob, I'm a grown woman now. I can decide who I want to sleep with.”
“He's a lot older than you.”
Kate rolled her eyes.
“Rob, please don't do this. Jesus, I would have thought you would been happy if I dated your best friend. You know everything about him.”
Rob nodded.
“That's what worries me.”
About that time the doorbell rang pulling, your attention from your uncomfortable conversation with her brother.
“And that would be my date. Rob, please. I get you are paranoid since you raised me. I understand that but you don't have to be my father anymore. You can be my brother and best friend now. Cut me some slack here okay?”
Rob sighed nodding.
“Just be careful.”
You nodded, kissing his cheek and went to the door. The moment that you laid eyes on Richard, you would have been pleased if he just threw you over his shoulder. He stood dressed in a black button-down shirt and tight black jeans that showed how perfect his hips and ass were. You were glad that you wore your tight emerald green dress that pushed your breasts together just right. From the look on Richard's face he looked pleased too.
“Damn sugar.”
He mumbled before pulling you into another kiss. Neither of you noticed Rob who walked by shaking his head.
The majority of the date went smoothly. Throughout dinner, Richard made you laugh almost nonstop. He hadn't expected to be drawn to you this quickly but you were drawing him in closer by the second!
After the restaurant, the two of you sat in a dark bar in the back corner. To Richard's delight, your backs were facing away from everyone else in the room. You were nestled on his lap as he ran his fingers down your thighs.
“This dress is like a perfect tease.”
He whispered taking a sip of the whiskey that was in his right hand. You batted your eyes at him again.
“I bet it would look better in your floor....look at me probably sounding like a slut.”
Richard rolled his eyes pulling you into a booze filled kissing session.
“How many men have you been with sugar?”
You blushed slightly.
“Considering we are probably about to sleep together, just you and one other loser.”
Richard looked a little surprised.
“He was that bad, huh?”
Kate nodded looking a tad annoyed.
“Yeah he was just some loser who play soccer professionally in Europe. He thinks he is god's gift. In actuality he sucks...and not in a fun way.”
Richard was slightly thankful the other guy sucked.
“I can treat you right darlin. You wouldn't be put on no back burner with me. I have to warn you though you may not be getting out of bed and able to walk right sometimes.”
You whimpered as Richard began to kiss from your neck down to the tops of your breasts.
“So is that you asking me to be with you exclusively?”
Richard looked up. You would be the first woman he had been with exclusively since his ex wife. Any other woman he had been with since then had just been for funzies. The thought of some other dude talking to you or touching you the way he was infuriated him.
“Yeah I guess it is.”
You smiled kissing him again before pulling away just enough to be able to speak.
“My response is yes.”
The kisses turned heavier. You whimpered as his hands stroked your thighs. In the moment, you were happy that you decided to wear no panties on the date. With a smirk, you reached out guiding Richard's hands up her your until he reached your soaking core.
“Fuck, baby.”
He moaned as he began to finger you slowly. Richard began to kiss you again to prevent you from moaning too loud. His gentle fingering became full-on finger fucking. One finger became two and two became three as he tried to give you an idea of what would be in store for you later that night.
“Quiet down sugar....everyone in this fucking place is going to hear how you will be moaning for me later.”
Richard whispered into your ear as he continued to finger her mercilessly. When he withdrew his fingers Kate moaned at the loss of stimulation. Richard gave her a naughty smirk.
“I bet you taste like heaven baby, I can't wait to get my tongue inside of you.”
You were pretty sure that you could have come just by watching Richard lick your juices off of his fingers.
“Are you ready to go princess?”
He asked softly. You nodded eagerly quickly standing up before smirking at Richard's obvious erection.
“I see that you are too.”
Richard nodded putting his jacket in front of him covering his lower body.
“Maybe I should have rethought the tight jeans huh?”
You shook your head.
“You've been teasing me with the tight jeans the past few weeks so you better stick with those”
Richard wrapped his free arm around your body, keeping her close to him.
“Whatever you want, baby.”
Richard's mouth locked on your neck and pulled you out of your little erotic memory. You tried not to cry out as Richard sucked at your harshly.
“Richard, you’re going to leave marks.”
“Yeah so?”
He mumbled pulling you into another kiss.
“Baby, we don't have time. We will be landing soon?”
Richard's mischievous eyes rolled to yours.
“They call it a quickie for a reason, sugar. Meet me in the bathroom. 5 minutes. Don't make me spank you.”
You looked at him with wide eyes as Richard stood. He gave you a smirk before sliding past you and disappearing down the aisle. You sat giggling in your seat for the next five minutes. Everyone you knew would know what was going on. You would have to walk past Misha and Vicki not to mention both Jared and Jensen.
Your phone buzzing got your attention. You looked down seeing Richard's name flash on the screen.
“Any day now, sugartits. Daddy needs some lovin.”
You blushed as you stood and began to walk to the bathroom at the back of the plane. Jared and Jensen didn't seem to notice you walk by or have a clue what was going on. They were both laughing over something on Jared's iPad. You rolled your eyes resisting to urge to ruffle Jared's hair. Your eyes landed on Misha who was talking quietly to Vicki. His face turned instantly to you as if knowing what was going on. He shot you a grin and a kissy face. You looked at him mouthing “shut up.” Misha grinned and went back to bug his wife.
Arriving at the back of the plane, you knocked quietly on the door before Richard opened it pulling you in. He quickly slammed you against the opposite wall. As you caught your breath back, Richard crammed his body against yours.
“Finally, you decided to get back here. You kept me waiting.”
You giggled, wrapping your arms around Richard's neck as he shoved your skirt up.
“A whole five minutes? Baby are you really that spoiled?”
You cooed softly before attacking his neck with sucking kisses. Richard groaned.
“You've been petting my cock for the past half an hour. What the fuck do you think? Get these panties off.”
Richard stepped away undoing his jeans while you slipped your panties off. He wasn't gone long before quickly pulling your leg over his hip and slamming inside. You cried out until Richard reached up clamping his hand over your mouth.
“Easy, sugar.”
He moaned in-between thrusts. It didn't take long before your body tightened around his. Richard knew you were about to come undone and began to pound into you harder.
“Come for me, sugar.”
He cooed in your ear as you squealed against his palm coming hard. Richard smiled, satisfied for a moment before focusing on his own release. He pushed himself balls deep into you a few times before coming hard.
Both of you were panting as he let go of your leg letting her slide down to stand on two feet. You ran a hand through your now damp hair before reaching down to slide your panties back on.
“Nope.”
Richard said with a smirk. He snatched up your panties shoving it in his back pocket.
“Rich, are you really going to make me walk around without panties now?”
He smiled before wiggling his eyebrows.
“I may want to finger you some more....you know as we land. That can keep my mind at ease.”
You sighed knowing Richard was hamming up his fear of flying.
“Fine.”
You said before turning to the door and slipping out with Richard on your heels. The two of you got a few stares from cast mates who knew what was happening. You rolled your eyes at Matt who was giggling and making a suggestive smirk. Making a mental note, you decided to rib him later about overhearing him getting a little too excited with his girlfriend the weekend before.
Richard on the other hand, didn't give a good god damn about his friends starring. They should have known what to expect from him at this point. It wasn't until Misha reached out smacking him hard on the ass did Richard freeze. He turned around looking at Misha who was laughing like a mad man.
“The whole plane heard you two.”
Misha said with a smirk motioning toward Mark Pellegrino. He had put on some over the top huge headphones on and was staring intently at the in-flight film being shown. Richard glanced back at Misha.
“You know you enjoyed it.”
He said casually before turning and going back to join you.
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So I just finished The Savior’s Champion by Jenna Moreci and
It...wasn’t good. In my opinion.
Well, I technically didn’t finish now, but this was what I sent my friend right after I finished reading it. It’s not a genuine review, mostly just things I felt right after I finished (and still do tbh). I felt like sharing it though so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. I might do a more in depth review later, but I’ll just post this for now.
I wanna preface this by saying there’s nothing wrong with liking this book, and I’m not judging anyone who does, it just...wasn’t good. Also, there are spoilers ahead
Alright leggo
Honestly?? Honestly??? Where do I begin?? Specifics or the overall book?? Either way it was b a d. Okay I guess to start, I feel like this whole book was a waste of time. Not in the "I hated it I wish I hadn't read it sort of way" though. I just felt like it was a set up for the second book. Like yeah, it technically had its own plot, but literally nothing was resolved and there were no answers to major questions. I was hoping to get /something/ by the end of the book, but it just raised even more questions and half of what happened didn't make sense after that ending. And it has absolutely no right to be as long as it is. There are so many parts that are unmemorable or useless, ngl I had trouble remembering half of the book.I feel like every scene or exchange between characters should either move the plot along or develop the characters more, and that hardly e v e r happened. A lot of Tobias' dialogue was just to show how much better he is than the other people in the tournament. Like, Orion and some of the others were decent, but Tobias was like the Golden Child of this whole thing. Like he couldn't ever do anything wrong. Even if he did fuck up or make a bad decision he ended up being right. Jenna shows obvious favoritism towards her two main characters and everyone else fades into the background so much they can hardly be considered shadows.I mean, she has how many characters and how fleshed out are they? Tobias and Leila are hardly fleshed out and don't change at all from their first to last appearance. I guess you could say Delphi is kind of developed, but even then we don't see too much of her. She's got a very tropey personality and most of her appearances are to connect Tobias and Leila.And I couldn't even be sad at any of the character deaths!! I can't even remember half of their names, let alone their personalities. I literally had to go back and reread the contestant's names (Raphael who?? Neil who??). I was disappointed at Orion's death, but not /sad/. It was more like a "damn, you're one of the few characters I don't hate reading about and now you're gone."
And those characters hardly get a backstory. Again I know the book doesn't revolve around them but damn, if you're going to include this many characters don't just make them accessories to your mains.(She's got portraits/art for so many of her characters but they don't even have a story hdrasfjh. if you're going to go through the trouble getting official designs for them give them official backgrounds maybe??)Now moving on to individual characters...just...fuck...fuck I hate Tobias and Leila so much.First of all they're so fucking stupid. So fucking stupid. Especially Tobias. Why can't they just keep it in their pants and focus on things that are actually important? Like the tournament?? Or whatever the fuck Leila is doing?? Or the fact that they're being so obvious?? I didn't like Flynn but I agreed with him more times than I did with Tobias. At least Flynn understood it was a competition. Yeah, he was arrogant and was there for very selfish reasons, but damn he actually had his head on straighter than Tobias. If anything Jenna's most fleshed out character was Flynn. He showed both bravery and cowardice, he had his own goals and personality, and despite the fact he threatened to betray Tobias, he was basically loyal in the end. Aside from when the Sovereign ordered Flynn to kill him but like. Can you blame him? Also, if I found out that one of the people I was competing against didn't even want the "prize" (I don't like referring to the Savior as that but that's basically what she is adkjfadjdla) that I could possibly lose my life over than yeah I'm going to be pissed??
Tobias is just a Gary Stu. He's handsome, a "good man," selfless, talented, loved by many, and always talks about how fucked up and corrupted the competition is, as if other people don't know that?? I'm also pissy at how good he was at fighting. The boy has 0 experience except for the time he trained with Leila but he was able to kill the Giant, Drake, and Kaleo. I guess you could argue that he was fueled by rage or whatever, but against trained assassins?? I don't think so.And then Leila. Fuckign Leila. She was so boring. SO so boring. Basically just a female Tobias. Pretty, good at fighting, smart, and independent, with almost no flaws whatsoever, if any. Maybe you could count her being secretive as a flaw, but Tobias had literally no right to know what she was up to or any of her secrets. He obviously doesn't understand what goes on between politicians and other aspects of the tournament (or whatever Brontes is doing?? idk man) but he still demands Leila tell him anyway. Anyway, there's nothing intriguing about Leila at all. Get those two together and it's just cardboard on cardboard. They're so boring, and all they ever talk about is how much they "love" each other. I know Jenna was probably trying to hide the instant romance in TSC but they still only had thirty days to fall in love. And maybe it's just me but none of it felt real. SO much of it just felt like lust (how many times did we have to read about wet dreams or them grinding on each other like adhskja).As for her villains?? I honestly think I liked them more than her main characters. I mean, they weren't developed at all but I couldn't hate them just because they were dicks.Kaleo, for example. He's an asshole. Just a real mean fucker. Yeah, I didn't like how arrogant and unnecessarily cruel he was, but because he had no backstory or clear motives throughout the whole book I was just waiting on a reason to really hate him. The same thing goes for Cosima. We spend the whole book thinking she's the Savior, so I always thought a lot of her behavior was due to never having a mother and only being raised by her father (who I thought was just very protective at first tbh). But still, I don't even know how to describe her. Not quite bitchy but not the nicest either. Selfish maybe? Like, when Raphael was bitten or whatever she let the judging go on. Fake? How she flirted with all of the contestants. Ngl though I felt kinda bad, because she's the one who wasn't allowed to choose who she got to marry. (Kinda unrelated but Tobias always complained that men died for her and yeah it's fucked up but?? That's the competition?? and even though she's the Savior I doubt she could just be like "lmao nah let's not do this." He likes to act all righteous and good but he doesn't know wtf he's talking about lol). Or just gross, when she started groping and kissing Tobias when he obviously didn't want it? And it wasn't until the very end of the book that we started seeing those parts of her. When it's revealed that Leila is the actual Savior it was like, "okay, I'm supposed to hate her because she took advantage of acting as the Savior, and she betrayed one of the main characters. I see why she's an antagonist now." But it felt so cheap. Kaleo and Cosima were just there to make Tobias and Leila look better by comparison.
Did the people close to Tobias even matter??? Okay, so we had Milo, who was annoying af. I was lowkey happy when he died because I wouldn't have to read about him any more, but I also just. Couldn't care. Yeah he was Tobias' best friend but there wasn't a lot about him. And Tobias seemed to bicker with him more than anything tbh.His sister and mom were just kind of?? Forgotten after awhile?? His sister was the reason he entered the competition but soon enough everything was for Leila. He was fighting for Leila. He wanted to protect Leila. Leila was literally the only thing ever on his mind. Gaining a new motivation is one thing, but forgetting the people closest to you and focusing on girl you've known for a month is messed up. He was even about to leave with Leila to the forest at the very end. If I recall correctly Leila was the one to suggest going to their home. He was willing to just leave them in favor of running away with Leila.
Brontes was such a cut out villain it h u r t (also fuck the official pronunciation of his name imma say it how I please). Old dude in position of power after more power (and we still don't know why) who has an obvious hatred toward the main character and is trying to sabotage him. Wowza. I'm so intrigued.I also h a t e how Jenna made it obvious who we were supposed to like and who we were supposed to hate. We need to hate Kaleo because he's a dick, we need to like Tobias because he's a nice guy. There was no depth to a n y of these characters. I'm not saying antagonists need to be a likable person, but they should be able to be appreciated as a character. I didn't like any of the antagonists in Gentlemen Bastards, but I at least found them interesting, and clever in some way. They were awful people, but they didn't give off that "high school bully" vibe that Jenna's antagonists did.There's nothing to differentiate the characters aside from whether they were "good" or "evil." There's no diversity in their mannerisms or the way they speak. Brontes, who's a royal, speaks the same way Tobias, a peasant, does. Also, you could tell me that Brontes and the contestants are all the same age and I'd believe you.Again kinda unrelated and it's not a book but like, in Boku no Hero Academia a lot of the villains have likable (and different!!!!) personalities and I actually enjoy them *cough* Dabi *cough* so it's not impossible.This might be just me nitpicking but I've got a problem with the way Jenna portrays Pippa. In her videos she claims that Pippa has development issues?? (like all of her characters lol) or something like that. As in she doesn't act her age. And idk if it was her intention but I really hope that that wasn't an attempt at diversity or anything. You can't claim diversity or representation in a book if you need to clarify outside of the book.
Fuck in g world building. There. Was. None. Of. It.Here's what I know about the world:
1.) There are multiple kingdoms (can't remember the name of Tobias' tbh)
2.) The first Savior brought success or peace or goodness or whatever to his Kingdom and is now seen as a Goddess, essentially.
3.) There's a brutal tournament to choose her husband when she comes of age
Other than that we don't know anything about the world or their society. What kind of customs do they have? What's their language like? I'm not saying she needs to give us every single detail of their world, but there are so many gaps that the reader has to fill in, and it feels so goddamn generic. You've got your royals, your peasants, your armies. Apparently it's like a greco-roman thing? But I wouldn't be able to get that from the book. I don't even have a lot to say on world building aside from the fact that it's just not there asejgfaldksfh. Alright alright the pacing of the book pisses me tf off.So the start wasn't too bad, the prologue has the Savior's mother being assassinated, and it doesn't take too long for Tobias to enter the tournament, and we get to the Labyrinth quickly enough, but after that there's a ton of up and down. For example the challenge that's like. Capture the flag or something like that. I hardly remember it, and you could tell moments like that were only so Jenna had an excuse to kill of another character that wasn't important. But then there were moments with Leila and Tobias that just dragged on and on, like their conversations or their time in the art gallery, and they weren't even interesting conversations. Nothing to move the plot along or reveal much about the characters. I guess you could say that it was to further develop their relationship, but I just felt like that's the only reason why they existed. I didn't feel like there was chemistry between two individuals, just two characters that were being forced to love each other.Again, not a book, but imma take Jake and Amy from Brooklyn 99 for example (I wanna use Percy and Annabeth but it's been like seven years since I've read it and I'd probably butcher their story lol). Anyway, Jake and Amy are easily their own person, and they're both really different, but they both have their own goals and they both admire each other for different reasons. They help each other grow, both inside and outside their relationship, and they're better people because of each other. Leila and Tobias don't have that. It takes pages and pages of dialogue, and moments where they are the only two interacting, to try and convince the reader that they're right for each other. Chemistry between characters shouldn't be forced through romantic or intimate situations. The reader needs to believe that the characters as individuals are good for each other. I don't know if I'm making a lot of sense here aeskjfh.
Okay but back to pacing. The ending was just. So forced. And so rushed. And did absolutely n o t h i n g for TSC. In the very last pages we find out that Leila is the Savior and Cosima was just a face, but?? Why?? What was the point of withholding all of that information until the end if we're not going to get anything out of it. You could argue that we're going to learn more in the second book, but that's just bad writing imo. Obviously you're not going to get all of your questions answered in the first book of a series, but there should be some sort of closure at the end of an individual book, and we don't get that. The reader is left in the dark about everything at the end of TSC. We don't know anything, or understand what's going on. Imma just. complain about the fuckign part where Tobias is taken by Kaleo and Brontes. First of all, cheesy and lazy as fuck. I feel like that was just a way for Jenna to tell the reader what Brontes' plan was, or to further show how much of a dick they are, even though we already know. Also, just the whole being tortured thing. Really?? How many times have I seen that before??And then the w a y it ended. I was so disappointed. Aside from the fact that the last challenge/the maze felt rushed, the fight between Kaleo, Tobias, and Flynn was so boring and cliche. The way Flynn and Tobias worked together to defeat Kaleo. How Tobias was able to take down this ruthless assassin ("Fuck your parting words" afsdwkjld). And then what happened after Leila was revealed as the Savior, when they decide to go to his home. I honestly thought that the ending was just the end to another chapter and there would be another left. I turned the page and I was like, "Huh. So that's it then." I wasn't left feeling excited or looking forward to what happens next. I was disappointed and felt a little cheated. I spent all of this time following Tobias and Leila on their journey and I got nothing out of it, besides a forced romance. Also, I'm kinda just repeating myself here, but finding out that Leila is the Savior gives us some explanation for her behavior and actions, but now I wanna know wtf Cosima was for?? And why she was allowed to do that in the first place?? Like, I know Brontes wants to kill her, but why would Brontes let Cosima pretend to be the Savior. My guess is that Brontes would be able to kill Leila, the actual Savior, without creating chaos in the kingdom, but I don't know.
There is so much miscommunication/lack of communication in this story and I'm hte fuckign.There could've been so many questions answered throughout the book. I know I said Tobias has no right to know about Leila's plans, but she could've said something other than "it's complicated" or "you wouldn't understand." How many times did that happen?? Right when I thought we might learn something Leila would go on to say that Tobias couldn't find out, or something would come up and she would have to leave before she could tell him anything. This might've been able to work once, MAYBE twice, but it happened so often that I knew those kinds of scenes were useless and wouldn't provide us with anything, so it took whatever suspense was supposed to be there away.You could argue that because TSC is written in third person limited Tobias wouldn't know all of the secrets to the tournament and the government or whatever, but the way Jenna revealed things was so cheap. He suddenly gets an explanation from Leila at the very end, and Brontes and Kaleo capture him and tell him what their plan is. It would've been so much more interesting if Tobias took small things he learned here and there and pieced it together himself, or at least had some theories. Instead he focuses on Leila this, Leila that, why won't Leila tell me anything. All he does is brood and complain and it's so goddamn old.It kinda felt like the, "And then I woke up and realized it was all a dream" explanation.
I also really, really hate the way she treated her LGBT characters, aside from Dephi, she was decent. But she used the “kill you gays” trope. I’m not saying they needed to stay alive, I understand most of them were going to die, but she killed off one of them and then completely got rid of the other.
And then Kaleo. From what I can tell he’s bisexual.Which is obviously not a bad thing, but he wasn’t just a perv, he was disgusting and invasive, and even worse threatened to sexually assault assault Tobias, which feeds into the idea that bisexual people are just predators and want to fuck everything (Idk if I’m being clear about this hhh)
But yeah that’s all for now y’all
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Trial: Day 1 (Justice AU)
Note: Okay, it’s here! Part 1 of my justice au! I haven’t finished it yet, but I have a solid first few parts, so imma start uploading it now. I’ve worked myself to the bone doing research for this and thinking about where certain characters would be after the events of the game, but I’m not a lawyer and I’m only human, so if there’s any mistakes/continuity errors, I’m sorry! Anyways, I’m so excited for this and I hope people like it as much as I do! Enjoy!
Summary: After a war comes what is arguably the most difficult part: recovery. And a big part of that recovery - for both the deputies and Hope County residents alike - is justice. Jacob Seed and John Seed - exactly 1 half of the guilty party - must stand trial and face the consequences for what they’ve done. After being promoted to the position of sheriff, the Deputy (reader) must now guide their recovering friends through the difficulties that a very public trial brings about; all whilst reliving the horrors of what they faced in that small county in Montana.
Word count: 1584
Characters: Reader, John Seed, Jacob Seed, Joey Hudson, Staci Pratt, Earl Whitehorse
Warnings: None that I can think of!
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You make your way through the hall of the courthouse, your shoes clicking against the polished marble floor as you walk. Today is the first day of the Seed trial, where John Seed and Jacob Seed will be put in front of a jury. That jury will be the first anyone outside of Hope County has heard of the atrocities that the Seeds committed; finally, after almost a decade of suffering and isolation, the outside world will know what the citizens of Hope County have endured.
To say you’re nervous is an understatement. Quite frankly, you’re shitting bricks. You’d only been a rookie for a grand total of 8 months before you swooped into Hope County in that goddamn helicopter. You’d only just been cleared to have a firearm at the time and never in your wildest dreams did you think that you’d be using anytime soon. But you did. And that guilt consumes you to this day – following you around like a thick, black fog, looming over your head. You’ll carry that body count with you until your dying day; some weighing heavier than others, but all of them burdening you to a great extent.
Among those who’re testifying – including yourself, of course – are Hudson and Pratt, who are waiting in the corridor outside the courtroom, dressed up in their best suits and shaking violently with nerves.
You head directly towards them, passing by the door to the courtroom and joining their huddle. “What’re you guys doin’ here? You’re not on the stand today, are you?”
“No,” Hudson replies. “We came to wait outside. We didn’t wanna be at home while everyone was here. We’re not allowed in the courtroom until we’ve testified, but we wanted to feel like we were doin’ somethin’, y’know?”
“Yeah, I get that,” you tell her. Hudson pinches the bridge of her nose and begins to cry. “Hey, it’ll be okay,” you assure her, placing a hand on each of their shoulders. “You’re both gonna do great.”
“I dunno,” Hudson whimpers. “I don’t know if I can take the stand. I don’t know if I can face John again.”
You rub her shoulder. “Yes, you can,” you tell her. “You both can,” you add, turning to look at Pratt. He’s extremely pale and looks as though he may vomit at any second. “How’re you holdin’ up, Pratt? You ain’t gonna puke on my nice, new shoes, are ya?”
Pratt gives a weak smile and quickly shakes his head. “I’m g - good, I’m good.”
“Are you gonna be here all the way through?” Hudson asks you. “I definitely can’t do it without you here.”
“I’m gonna be here for the whole thing; don’t worry. I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”
Hudson gives a small sigh of relief, dries her eyes, and nods. “Okay.”
You lean backwards and crane your neck to peek into the courtroom. “Listen, they’ll be starting soon. I gotta go in and find a seat. You’ll be fine, okay?” They nod grimly and you make your way into the courtroom.
You politely move through the crowds and find a seat. The jury is already in their seats and the room is bustling with people, all chattering among themselves about the case and what outcome they hope for. Once news got out about Eden’s Gate being a cult, the case had quickly turned into an international one, attracting reporters from all over the world. If only this many people had cared about Hope County before, you think. Maybe this wouldn’t have happened in the first place.
You take your seat and fiddle with the collar of your shirt. The number of bodies in the room are making it swelteringly hot and you haven’t been all that good with crowds since returning from Hope County.
As you look around the room, trying to calm your raging nerves, Earl Whitehorse slides into the seat next to you. He’s wearing a tailored suit and looks a lot more relaxed after his recent vacation to the Bahamas; although you think the next few months will undo that calm demeanour pretty quickly.
“Congratulations… sheriff.” He greets you with a warm smile. “We wouldn’t be here without you, kid. You earned that promotion, that’s for sure.”
“How’s retirement treatin’ you, Earl?” You smile.
“Not bad, not bad. I’ve been a little bored, but I’m not gettin’ shot at anymore, so I can’t complain.”
You chuckle, but your eyes scan the room, nervously; constantly looking for danger that’s never there. “Boredom is a welcomed change after the year we’ve had.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” he laughs.
The room falls silent around you and it takes a few seconds before you realise that John and Jacob have entered the room.
“Oh shit,” Earl mutters, leaning back in his seat. “And so it begins.”
You stay silent, glaring at John and Jacob as they both search for you in the crowd. The way they hunt for you makes you wonder if they can sense you – maybe even smell you, like a pair of predators sniffing out their prey. It would explain why they always seemed to know where you were back in Hope County. You think of them on all fours, snarling at the woodland creatures in the forests of the Whitetail Mountains and the image makes the corners of your mouth curl up ever so slightly.
They’re both dressed in swanky suits with silk ties and polished shoes. However, all the fresh haircuts and hot showers in the world wouldn’t be enough to scrub away the look of defeat on their faces as the guard directs them towards their seats at the front of the room. Approaching their table and pulling their chairs out from under it, John pauses and looks directly at you. He nudges Jacob and the two of them stare at you for a moment before being told to sit down. You swallow the hard lump in your throat and shift in your seat.
“You alright?” Earl asks.
“I’ll be a lot better when those fuckers are behind bars.”
“All rise,” a mans voice calls.
You and Earl rise to your feet, along with the rest of the room. The judge enters the room; a big woman with kind eyes hidden underneath a stern face.
“That’s Judge Anderson,” Earl whispers. “She’s a nice woman – real fair and always knows when people are talkin’ shit.”
“That’s handy. Lord knows John and Jacob are gonna be doin’ a lot of that,” you reply.
The judge takes her seat at the bench and everyone else does the same as two guards close the main doors.
“Okay,” the judge speaks. “We have a long few weeks ahead of us, so let’s begin with the opening statements. Prosecution, if you please.”
The prosecutor, Wayne Stevens, stands up and leaves his table, approaching the jury. “Thanks, Your Honour. Members of the jury, we all know that as Americans, we value our freedom. It is the defining feature of our country. However, there are people – people like the Seed family – who want to take that freedom away from us.”
You glance over to John and Jacob. Jacob watches Stevens carefully as he speaks, whilst John simply shakes his head, looking bemused as to why people would think he was doing anything other than helping people.
“The men you see before you today wished to control people. They wished to own them. They inflicted harm on the citizens of Hope county, and in doing so, they inflicted harm on the people of America. Over the course of the next few weeks, you will hear troubling accounts from witnesses; not only civilians who were caught up in a whirlwind of bloodshed but also officers of the law who were held and tortured for weeks for simply trying to protect us. These accounts will be difficult to hear, but we have a duty to the people of Hope County to finally hear what they have to say. Those people – those good, honest, hard-working people – deserve justice. It’s our duty, as a nation that values freedom, to give them that justice. Thank you.”
Stevens returns to his seat and the judge calls for the defence to take her turn addressing the jury.
“That’s Hazel Warner,” Earl whispers. “She’s young blood, but don’t underestimate her. She’ll go for your throat.”
“Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Hazel Warner and I’m here to represent two innocent men who have been targeted by law enforcement.”
“Oh, Christ,” you groan, rolling your eyes and sinking into your seat.
“The prosecution will spin you a story about how these men are violent. Evil. Monsters. But these men were simply lead astray by their brother – the brother, in fact, that the very same officers that you will see in this courtroom killed earlier this year. John and Jacob Seed are honest members of their community.” She gestures towards John and Jacob. “A veteran and a highly skilled lawyer. Both are ordinary people caught up in extraordinary circumstances, and law enforcement now wishes to punish them for something that they had no say in. That is why, at the end of this trial, we will ask you to deliver the only verdict that makes sense; a not guilty verdict. Thank you.”
“What a load of shit,” Earl scoffs quietly.
“You think the jury will buy any of it?” You ask.
He turns his head to look at you and shrugs. “Well, I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?”
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Characters: Yondu, Reader, Kraglin
Pairings: Yondu x Reader
Rating: M
Word Count: 1321
Warnings: Angst, mentions of miscarriage, lots of pent of emotion
A/N: I came up with this while half asleep lol! My brain goes angst when I’m dozing off. Do enjoy, and let this be an apology for my inactivity.
You were ignoring each other again. The two of you had broken down to that. To ignoring each other despite how in love the two of you had been just months earlier. You weren’t sure how it had gotten so bad.
All you knew was he wouldn’t look at you anymore.
There was no communication. There was little to no interaction anymore. You had moved all your things back to your quarters on the Eclector, and it hurt. It hurt knowing the man you loved could be in the same room with you and never acknowledge your presence. It hurt to know the love the two of you once shared was gone, though you still cared so deeply for him.
“That’s it,” Kraglin stated, causing you and Yondu to jump out of your skins. “This ends now.”
“Kraglin, the hell ya goin’ on about,” Yondu demanded, but he soon found himself being drug down the hall. Both of you were, really. For a scrawny guy, Kraglin had some strength to him, and you could tell there was going to be a bruise on your arm from how hard he was gripping it.
“You two were thicker than anything in the universe and now this,” Kraglin pointed out. “I have had enough!”
He shoved the two of you into a small cell and shut the door. “Now TALK!”
You could only stare, jaw hanging, as he stormed off, having relieved Yondu of all the override codes before he did. Ballsy little shit. And while he had the best of intentions, this wouldn’t work. Yondu’s actions the past month had said more than enough.
You stormed to the back of the tiny cell and stared out the window, listing as Yondu tried his best to open the door. Then he started shouting. That’s was one new development. He was always shouting, always angry. And even when things were good, he never seemed truly happy.
And that was probably your fault anyway.
“Ya scrawny fuck,” he screamed before kicking the door, his implant glowing. “Imma make ‘im pay fer this!” You rolled your eyes, but kept staring out the window. “Look, we’s stuck in ‘ere till his ass comes back.”
“Not my problem,” you snapped back. “I’m not the one who basically became ten times grouchier.”
“She speaks,” he announced, his voice dripping with venom. “Finally gone admit I’m ‘ere?” You shot him a glare.
“Three months,” you snarled. “Three months, and you’ve barely even looked at me! Now I’m stuck in here with you!” He snorted and turned to the door.
“Shoulda known ya’d feel dat way,” he grumbled.
“Look, just tell me what I did to cause this,” you growled. “Tell me why we went from being unable to be away from each other to being unable to stand each other.” He stayed silent, but you could see his fists clenched. “Gods dammit, Yondu, tell me!”
“Ain’t important.”
“If we’re going to keep this ship running like the well-oiled machine she is, yes, it is.”
“No, it ain’t! The fuck ya want from me?”
“The truth!”
“Ya want the truth,” he shouted, storming to stand toe to toe with you. “Then I’ll give ya the truth!”
You stared into his eyes, trying to ignore the flood of relief. Just having him this close again took the edge off your rage, but you wanted to hear what he had to say.
“The truth is no, I can’t look at ya! I can’t stand bein’ near ya! Cause I ain’t good enough fer ya!”
You blinked in surprise, but he continued.
“When ya told me ye were pregnant, I didn’ know to ta feel. I ain’t no good at rasin’ kids. Part o’ me wanted to set ya up in Zandar and let ya raise ‘em without me. But part o’ me knew that wasn’t right.”
You finally noticed the emotions in his eyes. The hurt, the regret, the anger, the self-loathing. Christ, had he been holding all of this in? Was this why he was always so irritable?
“An’ then… we lost ‘im. Walkin’ in ta our room, seein’ ya in the shower like dat…” He looked away quickly, and you finally spoke.
“It hurt you too,” you murmured.
“I realized then dat I’m an ass,” he continued. “Ya want kids. An’ a family. An’ I’m too damn selfish ta even try. I ain’t good ‘nuff fer ya, and I ain’t gonna keep actin’ like I am. So if ya wanna get off at Contraxia and forget I exist, I won’t blame ya.”
You gently cupped his cheek, relieved when he didn’t pull away.
“Yondu, look at me,” you requested. He shook his head softly. “Yondu Udonta, look at me. Please.”
His eyes met yours, swimming with a few new emotions. Fear, hurt, loneliness. It was as if he already knew you would disembark and never come back.
But you couldn’t. Despite everything, you couldn’t leave him behind if you tried. He had become your everything, and you could tell that he felt the same. His world revolved around you, and weren’t entirely sure what he would do if you ever left.
“I’m not going anywhere, Yondu. I’m yours. Now and forever. I know it’s been hard, but we can salvage this. Us. And if we never have a family, that’s okay. As long as I have you, that’s all that matters.”
His eyes filled with tears before he pulled you into a tight hug. Your arms wrapped around his neck, all but clinging to him. And everything felt okay again. Just standing there, holding each other. You knew this was a new beginning for the two of you. And the two of you would find your new normal.
“Sorry I pulled away from ya like I did,” he mumbled into your neck, and you kissed his head.
“Neither of us knew what to do,” you soothed. “But we’ll get through this. Together.”
He nodded just as Kraglin returned to unlock the door.
A few months had went by. You and Yondu were finally getting back to some level of normal. And for the first time since that horrible night when everything came crashing down, he was smiling again. You had given up keeping it a secret, as well. The whole crew knew, but had been respectfully keeping their mouths shut.
It was late, and you and him were the only ones still up, just enjoying the quiet of the bridge. You were sitting in his lap, your head resting on his shoulder. And everything felt so right. So perfect.
“Hate ta admit it, but ye were right,” he murmured. “We got through it. An’ now look at us.” You smiled and kissed him softly.
“I knew we would,” you smiled. “I knew we’d be okay. We really should thank Kraglin, though, for locking us in that cell.”
“Yeah, the scrawny fuck did have th’ right idea. Even if ‘e pissed me off. Kept me from lettin’ the best thang to ever happen ta me slip away.” You giggled.
“There’s even better news, though.” He raised an eyebrow. “Yondu... I’m pregnant. And I know it’s scary, what with what happened last time, but-“
He kissed you deeply, and you quickly kissed him back. And this time, you knew that he wanted this. He wanted a family with you. He wanted to have children with you, and you would give him as many as your body could handle.
“We ain’t gotta tell a soul. Not till ya feel ready to. I’ll do anythang ta help, doll. Jus’ say th’ word an’-“
“Yondu. Relax. I’m roughly two months along. Another month and we’ll know that we’re in the clear.” He smiled, his eyes shining with the love you felt in your heart.
“Damn, I’m th’ luckiest fucker in da galaxy,” he pointed out, and you kissed his cheek.
“No, I am. Cause I’ve got you.”
#yondu#Yondu Udonta#yondu fanfic#yondu x reader#Guardians of the Galaxy#gotg fanfiction#gotg fic#gotg angst
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