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coryosbaby · 10 months

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How To Disappear

Pairing: Aegon Targaryen II x Reader (also present: Aemond Targaryen x Reader)

Summary: the times when a newly wedded Targaryen couldn’t seem to keep her hands off of her husbands brother.

Warning: canon typical misogyny at times, infidelity (reader cheats on Aemond), angst & fluff, slowburn, sort of friends to lovers, I don’t support the character’s actions, yadayadayada// oral (m & f receiving), fingering, body worship, p n v, praise & degradation, cum play, switch but mostly sub! Aegon, dom! Reader

When your thoughts are plagued, they are plagued by Aegon Targaryen.

They should be focused on other things. Your marriage to Aemond, the focus on having his children, of being in such a high position… but your thoughts can’t stray away from your husband’s brother.

It’s not that Aemond is a terrible spouse; a bit of the opposite, to your surprise. Although usually cruel and unforgiving to most, it’s almost as if the man respects you— if you can say even that. He’s… calm, when he’s around you. You work together in a nice way.

But you can still remember the weeks that followed before you and Aemond’s marriage. The conversations that flowed between you and Aegon, incredibly easy. His eyes flitting down to the lilac dress you had adorned upon yourself, following the curve of your breasts and up to your full, lipstick stained lips. You knew he had wanted you.

“My father has asked me to wed a Targaryen,” you had quipped to him. You were both at a celebration; you couldn’t exactly remember what it was for. And as the people around you danced and sung in great harmony, you had taken a seat beside the boy and started up a conversation.

“Is that so?” He seemed a bit excited, a bit intrigued.

“It is.” Your eyes flitted to his hands; soft, trimmed nails and adorned with rings. “they want me to marry Aemond.”

Aegon’s lips had danced with a frown.

“How unfortunate.”

“For me or for you?”

His eyes flickered with a bit of mischief, but then his body slouched down into his seat and he resumed his usual cold stare.

“We will see each other more often,” he had said, retracting his statement. A blush had adorned his cheeks, though he hoped you didn’t see. He had looked away from you as he uttered his next words. “I’m fond of that.”

You had smiled.

“I’m looking forward to having you around as well, dear brother in law.”

That was only one of the moments between you and the prince.

Another time, you had both been taking a walk on the castle grounds. It was a summer day, and although people were flowing in and out of the castle the garden had been empty.

“The roses are my favorite,” you had told him. He had listened to you go on and on about those particular flowers for hours because he knew Aemond wouldn’t. Not only that, but your voice was so calming to him that he couldn’t seem to stray away from making it spill from your lips whenever possible. You told him so many things about these roses: why the color was the way it was, why it had thorns, what it was used for. You were so intelligent— and so passionate about such a small thing. It had Aegon falling in love with you even more.

When you were done with your rant he had picked one and handed it to you. You had accepted it, but with raised brows.

“Aren’t these your mothers?”

“She won’t mind.” He had said.

(She definitely did mind after that. Alicent had scolded him. But he never told you that. )

You had kissed Aegon’s cheek. And when you got back to your chambers, you had pressed the rose into one of your books so you could keep it forever.

A celebration of your wed to Aemond.

Aemond didn’t dance. That was apparent, and you were stuck sitting alone as he discussed things with the other people at the table. His hand was on your thigh, and although it wasn’t revolting to you you didn’t really want to associate with him at the moment. Your eyes were set on another familiar head of blonde hair across from you. He was giving you an amused smirk, as he watched your bored expression.

You become confused when the boy began to move out of his chair. Coming around to you, he held out his hand.

It was a gesture that Aegon didn’t usually perform. He had never been a dancer, just like his brother. But he could see the way you had been paying attention to the other couples moving around in perfect sync. He knew that you wished to dance.

He received weird looks, and a disapproving stare from Alicent. A strange expression from his brother, but nothing that showed that Aemond really cared about any of it. He had business to attend to.

You took Aegon’s hand. He pulled you onto the floor, your dress billowing behind you. It was a beautiful outfit, one that fit perfectly for newly wedded Targaryen royalty. His hands had moved to your waist and your arms had wrapped around his neck. Your lips quirked up into a smile.

“You don’t like dancing,” you stated.

“I don’t,” he agreed. “But I know you do.”

And after he spun you around and after you laughed so hard that it made you dizzy, you both stole a bottle of wine and went out into the deserted corridors. He smiled when you almost tripped and cursed in high valyrian.

“I didn’t know that you had learned that already.” He commented in surprise. You shrugged.

“I know a few words.” You begin to list a few, as you and Aegon both slide down against one of the walls of the corridor. The glint in your eyes made Aegon’s heart twist in a way that he was not particularly used to. He felt almost like a young boy again.

“—and I know the words lykiri, and muna—“ you paused, excitement bubbling from your lips at the most simple thing again. You were a little tipsy. “- Oh! And-“

“Avy jorrãelan.”

It had slipped from Aegon’s lips before he could even understand exactly what he said. But anyone could know what that means. Such a simple phrase… but not one to be taken lightly.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What does that mean?”

He had huffed, his face flushing, just as it always did around you. He came to the conclusion that you’d be too drunk to remember the words that spilled from him, the desire and true passion that had manifested in his vocal cords.

“Nothing, dove.” The nickname made you sigh, as your head had leaned into his shoulder. “Don’t worry about it.”

You were already asleep before he could even ask if he should take you back to your room.

A sleepless night.

The wind howled, rain pattering against the castle walls. Aemond had been laying next to you, nude and in all of his glory. He had been inside you, just an hour or two before. And although the man was good in bed, you couldn’t seem to get that post sex exhaustion that usually overtook you. Looking at him then, as he slept, he looked almost peaceful.

Sure he could be cold and distant, but how were you not the same? Either way, you didn’t feel unsafe or uncomfortable when you touched Aemond. You were fine with it.

But you couldn’t get Aegon off your mind.

It’s not as if you felt guilty. Aemond had whores, prostitutes— he didn’t care to commit infidelity, so why should you have? You didn’t even think he would mind if he figured out about your feelings for his brother. Aemond didn’t love you— nor did you love him.

Shaking the thoughts out of your mind, your thighs wet from your previous endeavors, you used one of your old dress robes to clean yourself up. It was too late to properly cleanse yourself; you would get a bath the next morning. The bed creaked as you slipped out of it. Your nightgown fell to your knees in a long cascade of pink fabric.

You had approached one of the balconies adorning the castle walls. It wasn’t your usual spot for nights like those, but it would do.

And that’s when you saw Aegon.

His usual attire was gone. He was clad in nothing but a set of sleep pants. His hair was mussed and he seemed a bit dazed as he looked out onto the land below him. There was a covering over the balcony, as to avoid the rain. You didn’t want to disturb Aegon, but you couldn’t help it.

“Can’t sleep, either?” Your voice was a soft lilt, laced with tiredness that could not seem to travel to the depths of your brain.

The boy jumped when he heard your voice, but then he smiled when he turned around and saw you there.

“It’s rude to sneak up on people like that, you know.” He teased.

“And are you going to punish me for it?”

He smirked, as his eyes followed the bruises forming along your collarbones and neck from your night with Aemond.

“On the contrary. It seems my brother already has.”

Your eyebrows raised. You were beside him now, both of your hands on the railing of the balcony.

“Funny.”

His eyes moved to your lips, then he turned away from you.

“I can never sleep.” He said. “Even when there aren’t storms… the whores still aren’t enough—” he huffed out a laugh, as he looked back at you and shrugged. He regretted saying the last sentence, though he refused to aknowledge it for the time being. “Maybe I’m just mental.”

“Not mental,” you reply. “I can never sleep, either.”

There had been a silence, after that. Just for a bit. The rain was still steady, the wind whipping your hair, but it was calm.

“Can I tell you something, y/n?”

“Of course.”

Aegon cleared his throat. His fingers brushed against yours. “My mother wishes me to marry.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. Of all the things that had happened on that night, for some reason the thought of Aegon bedding someone else made you feel weak.

This must be how he had felt.

“And who is to be your wife?”

Your voice was snappish. You had not meant for it to be.

“Haelena.”

Haelena. His sister. You were familiar with such pairings, had heard about it and had seen it. But the bile in your throat makes you ill. Haelena would be the one to marry Aegon. Haelena would carry Aegon’s child— would be his wife.

He would be her husband.

“How unfortunate.”

It’s all you could say, but Aegon’s hand grabbed yours before you could pull away from him and leave entirely.

“I did not mean to upset you… I just wanted you to be informed.”

“I know, Aegon.”

“She is not the one that I had wished to marry.” He murmured.

Your gaze had travelled down to his hands. So soft in your grip, yet so firm and unforgiving with others. He was a force to be reckoned with.

“I know, Aegon.”

He looked into your eyes, finally. You had always loved them. His palm cupped your cheek.

“I am going to kiss you.”

“So do it, my prince.”

It was tender, when his lips had slotted theirselves against yours. Almost careful. Aegon has never kissed so softly before, nor had he experienced such an aching in his heart when he had done so. He had pulled away, just to look at your pretty eyes. Then he went back in for more. More, more, more. He wanted more. He wanted it all. And when you had finally pulled him off of you, your heart pitter pattering with such a ferocity that you had to take a gasp of breath, you had got down on your knees, and showed him just how much you wanted him to be yours. Small whimpers and whines had left him; completely unlike what you would’ve expected from the Targaryen son. He had ached, pleaded, cried out for you to take him. Take all of me, he had thought. Use me and spit me out until I cannot take anymore. Break me until I’m begging you to stop. Put me back together again and make me anew. Let me worship you. I’ll be your prodigy.

And then with all the energy he could muster, he was tilting his head back in ecstasy and coming with a cry of your name on his lips.

The second touch.

This particular night was when Aemond was away. You had grabbed Aegon’s hand and pulled him to a quiet lake.

You had asked him to remove your corset. He had almost had a stroke then and there, as he undid the lace. You had pulled it off of yourself, and then went your skirts, your undergarments. You were completely nude to him. Your body, perfect beneath the moonlight as you dipped your toes into the lukewarm water. Aegon had watched as you sunk further and further into the depths. You had went under, coming back up graciously as you pushed your hair back from your face.

“Aren’t you going to get in?” You had asked teasingly.

Aegon flushed, his voice quaking a bit. “Are you sure, my lady?” Usually he wouldn’t ask permission, but he did when he was with you.

You had laughed. “Why wouldn’t I be, Aegon?”

The way you had said his name had sent a heat straight to his crotch. But before the boy knew it he was unbuttoning the thin layer of his shirt and pushing it over his shoulders. Your eyes followed every movement, wetness pooling in between your thighs when his pants had begun to come loose. His face flushed as he pushed them down past his legs. His thick cock had sprung up, aching and hard, pressed up against the lower part of his tummy. He was absolutely precious and definitely a sight to see.

His gaze didn’t avert from you. Although you made Aegon nervous, he wasn’t one to shy away from his body.

The water wasn’t as cold as he thought it would be. He had nervously neared you and you had just laughed and pulled him closer. You grabbed his shoulders and pressed a firm kiss to his lips. You had tasted sweet but also bitter, like wine. You were a heavy drinker like he was.

He had brought his hands down to your naked waist, had went down, down, down. He wanted to feel your cunt, and he had. His palms were soft against your mound, stroking the patch of hair there. Then his fingers moved down to your lips. Your clit had been poking through, and he gave it a gentle rub. You had buried your face in his neck.

“Aegon,” you had moaned, breathy. “That’s good, darling. Keep going.”

He had fingered you until he could tell the difference between the water and your slick. He had fingered you until your legs were shaking, until you had to curl one leg around his to stay upright. He had used his tongue to flick against your pebbled nipples, and throughout all of this your hand gave his cock firm but gentle strokes.

When he came he had moaned out your name on his lips with such a ferocity that it almost shook you to the core. You had bit down onto his neck as a sign of your possession, and he had let you. And then when you went back to the castle grounds you had kissed him goodnight and waited for your husband to get home.

Another time, when his mother had hit him particularly hard, and Aegon had cried on that balcony from those many nights before. You were there to help him back to his room, had set him down on his bed and helped clean the blood off of his face. He had watched you, gaze sad and upset. You had taken a rag and wiped the blood off of his lips with a gentle stroke of your hand.

“You’re okay,” you had cooed to him. His face was still flush with tears, and he had pressed it into your waist so he could cry against you. Your fingers had went to his blonde hair, had ran through it and then stroked the back of his neck. “I’m here, sweet Prince. Everything is okay.”

You were there. You were there with Aegon, and everything was okay.

He had never been exposed to this sort of comfort before; not by his father or mother, nor his siblings or the women from the pleasure house. He had never felt this sort of passion for another person; had never felt gentle with them, had never felt enough to cry onto them without consequence.

You consumed him.

When his strong cries had died down into sniffles, he had wiped his eyes and apologized profusely to you.

“Don’t say that,” you had replied to him. “I am not like them. You can cry as much as you wish when you are with me.”

His lips had consumed yours again, after that. His tongue had slid inside, rubbing up against the roof of your mouth. He had let you climb atop him, and with a strong arm he had turned you over onto your back. He had got off the bed, on his knees. He had pulled your body towards him and guided his mouth in between your thighs. He had licked you, swollen and red from the fervent strokes of his wet tongue. He had taken your clit in between his teeth and had suckled until your juices soaked his face and you could only cry. He had worshipped your cunt.

Aegon, Aegon, Aegon.

He was all you could see, think or feel.

Aegon, Aegon, Aegon.

Your nectar had thrown him into a trance, his tongue going through your folds over and over. He had wanted to consume every ounce of your spend. And when you had finally pushed him off, when the stimulation had become too much for your poor cunt to bare, you had told Aegon to go to sleep.

He had followed your orders. However, he had asked for you to be naked, first; he wanted your dress off, wanted your bare skin pressed against him. You had felt the wet patch from his pants against your thigh, where his semen rested against the inside of them. He had peaked when he was eating you.

And as he drifted off, as you uttered out a hummed tune, his mouth had found your nipples and he had suckled until his eyes had closed and his breath turned into small, hollowed whispers.

You were there.

You were there, and everything was okay.

You and Aegon were tipsy.

But of course, when were either of you not handling a goblet of wine? There was another party; one, you perceived, as completely and utterly random. Being ignored by Aemond was a normal occurrence, and it was happening again: So with a telepathic conversation between the eyes of you and Aegon, you had both decided to steal a bottle and sneak away once again. And as it was before, you both turned into the same corridor as the last time.

As you plopped down on the floor, a rather unladylike cackle left you as Aegon talked about the looks of one rather rude and ugly commoner. Your hands had grabbed the bottle of wine from the boy’s grasp. His eyes furrowed, drunken and smiling for the first time in a while.

“And his— oh, my gods, his forehead! Never have I seen one so large!”

You giggled, a bit of the wine slipping from the corners of your mouth as you drink from the bottle.

“An incredibly bulbous head!” You slurred.

“Absolutely! A courtyard of a head!”

That made exactly no sense, so alas you were both laughing again. Aegon’s lips connected to your jaw, as he lazily began kissing away the wine on the skin there. His eyes looked up to you, teasing.

“Have I mentioned that you look beautiful tonight, my lady?”

Your smile had the same amount of flirtatious movement. His fingers drew along edges of your mouth; wine had spilled there, too. When the long digits had grazed your lips, you were quick to suckle one into your mouth.

Aegon’s eyes had turned a bit dark. When you sucked them clean, you pulled them out of your mouth with a pop.

“Beautiful enough to take me back to your chambers?”

“Beautiful enough to have the whole kingdom, ñuho glaeso hūrus.”

You smiled.

“You’re speaking words I don’t know, again.”

Aegon huffed, his fingers grazing your hair as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I didn’t think you remembered that night.” He said sweetly.

“I remember most,” you had replied. “I remember avy jorrāelan.”

He froze, as you smirked up at him.

“I researched the phrase…” you murmured, amused. Your lips moved up to his hair, giving his earlobe a teasing nick with your teeth. “I believe you said, ‘I love you’.”

“Maybe I did.”

“Hmm..” you sighed, and tilted your head back with your eyes closed, as if in thought. “The sweet prince of the north loves me.”

You said it as a statement, because you knew it was true.

“Yes,” Aegon whispered. His hands found yours again. His fingers were still a bit damp from your spit, but you didn’t care.

“Then maybe the sweet prince—“ you cooed, opening your eyes and stroking his face with a free hand. “—should take me back to his room and show me how much he does. Because…”

You had kissed him. His mouth was agape, eyelashes fluttering.

He looked so beautiful like that.

You pulled away.

“Perhaps I love him, too.”

He almost whined when you had said it. His cock was throbbing in his pants from such a simple sentence. His lips grazed yours, but you tusked and began to lift yourself up.

“To your chambers, my grace?”

He had made love to you, that night. When his cock had slid inside the heat of your cunny, when he had become one with you, it was unlike any other experience. Aegon had never made love before you.

Your cunt had contracted around the ridges of his girthy length, had been split open unlike ever before. Whilst Aemond was gifted in length, his brother was gifted in thickness.

He had peaked inside of you. His spend had filled you to the brim and had spilled over the cusp. You were dripping in him. And when he had pulled out, your clit now sore from your orgasms, he had shoved his cum back inside of you and told you to leave it in.

When you had both cleaned yourselves up to the best of your ability, you had both slipped your clothes back on and went back to the party.

“Where have you been?” Aemond had seethed. This was one of the only times he had ever been angry and payed mind to your existence. The party was settling down, people beginning to waver. “You will not leave me in such a way again. Not when people of importance are here!”

You had smiled, as he had spewed those disgusting words at you. It seemed you were the only people at the table, and as Aegon took his usual place across from you Aemond’s eyes had narrowed with a violent intensity.

“Apologies, brother.” Aegon had interrupted. “She was attending to my drunkeness.”

Aemond had tensed. He had clenched his jaw as he had spoke his next words.

“I do not want it to happen again.”

You smiled at Aemond and kissed his cheek sweetly.

“May we retire to our rooms, dear husband? I need a bath.”

A/N: I am an Aemond and Daemon girlie, but the actor that plays Aegon is so fine. If there r grammatical errors I’m sorry

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bruhstories · 2 years

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summary: after four years of being ignored and abused, y/n decides to teach aegon a lesson OR how aegon actually becomes king

pairing: aegon targaryen x lannister!reader (aged up, ofc)

warning & content: canon divergent, aegon is a piece of shit, unprotected p in v, fingering, oral sex (male receiving), bit of degradation (if you squint), a lot of manipulation, fem bodied reader

wc: ~4.5k

a/n: i have no words for this. i am a slut and i embrace it. not edited because we die like men

Every time Aegon took another of Y/N's maids to bed, a part of the her heart crumbled to dust. He was simply not interested in her, despite once being good friends. And it wasn't as if she could play the same game, no. Y/N had to patiently wait for her husband to drunkenly stumble back into his chamber, falling onto the bed into a deep slumber until his mother would wake him up with a slap and a string of insults.

Y/N could not possibly fool around with other men without the realm finding out. She could not run away to Essos, nor could she change Aegon. He was far too irredeemable.

Alicent, however, was great with her. She made sure to treat Y/N with respect, to listen to her complaints. No matter how loving and caring Y/N tried to be, Aegon did not want her, which was a problem, because she hadn't given him an heir in four years. After their wedding, Aegon was too intoxicated to perform in bed, barely taking her maidenhead before passing out, leaving Y/N awake and distraught at what her life had become.

Whenever her husband was away, she would spend her time either reading in the Red Keep's library, or listening to Helaena's strange, yet intriguing dreams, or stroll through the gardens. Y/N liked Helaena. She was soft and sweet, and loved by everyone in King's Landing, despite her awkwardness and timidity. Y/N tried to be like her, to be kind and gentle, but her Lannister nature unfortunately made her vain and selfish, and it was taking a lot of willpower to mask it.

So, she decided to be exactly that — vain and selfish.

On Aegon's twentieth name day, a tourney was held, with knights from all around Westeros entertaining King Viserys' first-born son. Although Aegon himself wasn't much of a fighter, he enjoyed watching the men compete, and eventually fight each other to the death. And if the wine in his cup was sweet, and the maidens pretty, he could not ask for more.

"Where is your lady wife?" Otto scoffed at Aegon's disinterest in Y/N and interest in the wine he had accidentally spilled.

"How should I know? Shit, this was good wine!" The Targaryen smacked his lips in annoyance, only to feel his grandfather's hand tightly around his shoulder.

"Don't make me slap you in front of everyone, boy. You should be grateful Y/N married you. Who else would want a miserable, pathetic excuse of a man such as yourself?" Otto's words were harsh and they cut deep, but Aegon stopped caring a long time ago.

"You find her, then. In fact, I am thrilled she didn't come. She would embarrass me, sitting down, looking like a septa." The Targaryen scoffed, releasing his shoulder from Otto's grip, focusing on his tourney.

Alicent watched the scene between her father and her son unfold, and after exchanging looks with Otto, she knew exactly what was going on. Nothing she could do would change Aegon. She got up, straightening her green dress, and as she turned on her heels, she was faced with Y/N.

"My lady." She bowed in front of her mother-in-law. "My apologies for being late. I couldn't find something appropriate to wear for such an important day."

"Nonsense, you are beautiful wearing anything." Alicent complimented her.

"As are you." Y/N smiled before making her way to the empty seat next to Aegon.

She offered him no words, no curtsy, no smiles, instead giving her favour to Ser Criston Cole. It was then when Aegon noticed the corset around her waist was tight, and her dress was red and gold, the colours of her house. For a moment he thought he maybe drank too much, for he rarely saw Y/N wearing something so bright and bold, and when she sat down, he could see how low the cut of her cleavage was.

"How long have you been hiding those tits from me?" Aegon whispered in her ear, his breath reeking of wine.

"They were always there, you just did not bother to look, lord husband." Y/N beamed and waved at Ser Criston, but her voice lacked the warmth of her smile.

He leaned back in his chair, rolling his eyes at her response. Only because she had decided to wear a tighter dress did not mean she was good enough for someone like him. Not that the servants or the whores he slept with were, but they were easy. They would never say no, they would not complain, and they would most certainly not talk back in such a disrespectful manner.

Indeed, it was Aegon's fault for not paying his wife more attention. To give her credit, she tried her best to show him affection, to care for him when he was too drunk to even stand, and to even defend him in front of his family. But Aegon never took the time to appreciate all of that because, like his grandfather put it, he was a pathetic excuse of a man.

When the tourney ended and he stumbled into his chamber, Aegon couldn't find his wife. Normally she would be there, waiting for him, helping him undress, despite him calling her all sorts of names in his drunken state. But that night, she wasn't there. His mind went blamk and he fell asleep, half-dressed, with stains of wine all over his chin, and his hair a knotted mess.

And when he woke up, she still wasn't there.

Aegon's head was hurting, regretting the decision of drinking so much the other day, and he lazily and clumsily managed to get dressed in clean clothes. When he looked in the mirror, he was disgusted by his own reflection for the first time in four years. Every night, every single night since he had been married, Y/N washed him and brushed his hair before bed, and without her he looked like an imbecile. Perhaps his grandfather was right — who else would willingly marry him when he couldn't even dress himself?

The Red Keep was particularly cold that morning —or perhaps it was him who was cold — and Aegon made his way down the stairs towards the kitchens, only to be stopped by the sound of laughter. He turned on his heels, taking a left instead of a right, and followed the melodious voice that seemed vaguely familiar. The Targaryen found himself in front of the dining hall, and the guards stepped beside the doors to allow Aegon to enter. Confused, he stared at the people gathered around the table — his siblings, his mother, his grandfather, and his wife.

"Finally!" Alicent waved at the maids to bring more food and mead.

"Uh, what is happening?" His ears were ringing, his temples burning. Aegon sat down next to his wife, and again, she was not dressed in her usual garments, but a pale green dress, with golden earrings and rings. She rarely wore rings, he thought.

"Your lady wife had the beautiful idea of breaking fast together this morning." Otto poked the sausage on his plate with a silver fork.

"Has she now? And where was my lady wife last night?" Aegon's eyes darted towards Y/N, watching her gingerly cut a piece of meat.

"In my chambers." She simply answered before chewing her food.

"Since when do you sleep in your fucking chambers?"

"Aegon!" Alicent slammed her cutlery on the table.

"Since last night." Came her response, bored and indifferent.

"To see, you must close your eyes." Helaena whispered. "To win, you must lose."

"Aemond, tell your wife to stop talking in riddles. My head is aching." Aegon devoured a piece of bread, helping it slide down with mead.

"Or, you could go back to your chambers." Aemond suggested, holding his Helaena's hand in his.

Aegon shrugged, already tired of everyone around him. He silently ate his food, considering his brother's idea of going back to bed, until his eyes landed on one of the maids, and her figure. He closed his eyes, imagining what she looked like under the dress, but all he could see was the silhouette of his wife. The Targaryen shook his head — clearly he had drank too much at the tourney, and the mead did not help.

"Y/N, thank you for the wonderful idea of eating together." Alicent got up. "If you will excuse me, I shall go see the King. But we must do this more often!"

"And next time tell me so I don't come." Aegon snorted, proud of his harsh words. He watched his wife get up, and instinctively, he wanted to ask her where she was going, however he resorted to sneering at her.

"Why do you think I haven't told you this time?" Y/N smiled before excusing herself, and even Aemond chuckled at how she barked back at her husband.

Aegon waited for the doors to close behind his wife before slamming his fist onto the table, startling Helaena. Not even the gods could understand how much hatred he held for her.

"What is her problem?" He asked, expecting his grandfather and his brother to side with him.

"You are her problem, you buffoon." Aemond got up, offering his hand to his wife. "Come."

Aegon watched how his sister looked at Aemond with so much love in her eyes, and how his brother gently held Helaena's hand every time they were together, despite how aloof Aemond normally was. Was that what Y/N wanted? To have him hold her in his arms? To whisper sweet nothings in her ear? How could he do that when now she stopped sharing his chamber? Of course it was her own fault for the treatment she received.

Weeks went by after the tourney, days spent drowning in wine and ale, but something changed — Aegon's cock wasn't buried in some whore's cunt. He tried. By the gods, he went to brothels as often as he could, but the women there just did not appease him anymore. If he closed his eyes, he would see his wife, and if he held them open, he would think of his wife.

Aegon hadn't seen her in days, and when he did, she would be busy — sewing, reading, sleeping, riding horses, taking baths, anything to keep him at away. He finally understood what it meant to be wed to a Lannister, because every time he would ask Y/N what she wanted from him, she would reply with incredulous requests — the finest Myrish laces, the sweetest wine from Pentos, the greenest emeralds from Lys. Aegon truly believed her, and complied, only to find out Y/N requested such gifts to spite him, to give him a taste of his own medicine — because if she wasn't good enough for him, then he wasn't going to be good enough for her.

It drove him mad that she wasn't there to take care of him anymore, that he had to rely on maids who did not know what he needed. Y/N knew exactly which clothes to pick for him, how hot he liked his bathwater, which foods he ate after drinking too much. Without her, he was incomplete and incompetent.

Was that what Helaena meant when she said to win, he must lose? Had he lost his wife? Aegon did not truly know happiness, not since his mother and grandfather filled his head with ideas that he was a threat to Princess Rhaenyra, that he should've been named Viserys' heir to the throne. He did not want the crown, he had no desire to be king, and perhaps he would've loved his wife if there wasn't so much pressure and weight on his shoulders.

There were moments when Aegon wished he could trade places with Aemond. His younger brother was by far better suited to rule, but he had the misfortune of being born first. If only he was the second son, things would've been different.

Aegon was sat on his bed, toying with the blade of his sword. He didn't deserve Blackfyre, didn't deserve to be named after Aegon the Conqueror, and he didn't deserve his wife.

His wife.

Lately she was all he would be thinking about. How she scrunched her nose whenever she saw him, and roll her eyes when he said something ridiculously stupid, how beautiful she looked on his name day, and how she would tuck her hair behind her ear when reading under the weirwood tree.

It took him four years to realise this, but Aegon was undoubtedly and irrevocably in love with his wife.

The Prince jumped out of his bed, opened the tall, wooden doors of his chamber, and ordered his servants to fetch his wife. He needed to see her to confirm his feelings, and while he waited, he paced up and down his room, like a pup, eager to see its master.

When the door creaked, his heart jumped out of his chest, watching his wife walk inside. She had a stern look on her face, but she was beautiful nonetheless.

"You wished to see me, lord husband?" Y/N straightened her silk robe.

"Do you love me?" His question was as sharp as his blade, and it cut right through her facade.

"I am wed to you." She answered, avoiding a clear yes or no.

"A political marriage, we both know that. What I am asking is if you love me or not." Aegon closed the gap between them, his hands holding her by the shoulders.

"I..." Y/N trailed off, eyes avoiding his gaze. "Used to."

He let her go, his hands falling down to his sides. Not the answer he was hoping for, but she wasn't done talking.

"I've known you since we were children, Aegon. I married you out of love, not politics." She bit into her lower lip, bringing her arms across her chest.

"Then what changed?" His tone was desperate.

"You cannot be serious. What changed? You mistreated me, disrespected me, insulted me! I did not stand by your side for four years out of duty, husband, but because I hoped and prayed you would change!" Y/N shook her head. "I washed you, dressed you, fed you, yet you never once said thank you. I am not your servant, Aegon, I am your wife."

"You are right." He agreed, his head hanging low and humble. "You are right, you are my wife. I cannot change the past, Y/N, so tell me what I can do to fix this."

She pondered with her index finger pressed on her lips before lifting Aegon's chin up.

"Make me your queen."

Her voice was as sweet as honey, her fingers ghosting over his collarbone.

"I don't want to be king." Aegon was tired of repeating that sentence so many times.

"But you want to be loved. Not just by me, but by the people." The words were seductive, and so was his wife. With each sentence, she slid the robe past her shoulders. "You want them to chant your name. You want them to bow down to you." She kissed his hand. "You want them to swear loyalty to you, my king."

"Careful, your words mean treason." His fingers trailed down her arm, gripping her wrist and bringing her hand to his bulge, urging her to palm his cock.

"Will you have me imprisoned? Bound and gagged?" Y/N licked her lips, the idea exciting her. "I am loyal to no one but you."

"Shit." Aegon threw his head back, enjoying the way she touched him. Not even the whores could be so enchanting. Clearly, he had been a fool all these years. "You really want me to be king? Or are you following your own ambitions?"

"A little bit of both." She allowed her nightgown to pool at her feet, exposing herself to her husband. "Right now, however, I want you to fuck me, Aegon."

"You really are something else." A smirk crept on his lips, his fingers pinching her nipples. The whimper that escape her lips made a shiver run down Aegon's spine, only arousing him more.

Whores pushed their luck and maids were terrified of him, but Y/N was exquisite. He allowed her to be in control when she dragged him towards the bed, pushing him onto the soft sheets. Aegon hastily removed his clothes, but not before burying his face between her tits.

"Fuck, Aegon-" Her breath hitched when his hand snaked between her thighs, fingers slipping past her folds.

"So wet." He mumbled into her skin. "You want my cock?"

"Gods, yes!" She whined when he removed his fingers.

"Show me, then. Show me how much you want it, how much you want me."

Y/N fell down her knees, her tongue poking out her hungry mouth. She had heard Aegon talk in his sleep about how he wanted his cock sucked, and she couldn't deny her own morbid curiosity. Hesitant yet inquisitive, she dragged her tongue up his shaft, tasting the salty droplets of leaking precum.

"Don't be shy." He groaned whenever he felt her hot lips on his cock. "Suck."

She did not need to be told twice, eagerly opening her mouth and taking in as much as she could. Aegon was big. Not that she had seen many cocks before, but she couldn't imagine they were all so thick, and she struggled to breathe when she could feel the tip in the back of her throat. The sudden feeling of asphyxiation brought tears to her eyes, but in a sick twist, it also brought her pleasure.

"You want to be a queen but you're really just a whore." Aegon's words were perverse, and they should have made her feel disgusted, yet they had the opposite effect on her. The kind of effect that left her skin dotted with goosebumps, and her cunt aching.

Y/N couldn't answer back, not when her mouth was full of him — and she did not want to answer, anyway. It took Aegon four years to finally see her sacrifices to, and her love for him. She couldn't possibly spoil that moment. It did not help that the more she sucked, the more she enjoyed it, and Aegon knew that very well from the way she moaned and rolled her eyes back.

That was just a taste of what she could give him, and a part of Aegon regretted not having that conversation earlier in his marriage, had he known it would end with his cock down his wife's throat. Y/N pulled back in desperate need for air, wondering if this is what her husband was doing on the Street of Silk every night he was away, but she did not have enough time to give herself an answer.

"Come here." Aegon offered Y/N his hand, and reluctantly, she took it, helping herself stand. Never has he been so gentle to her, but his kindness soon came to an end when the Prince slammed his wife onto his bed. Her reaction wasn't to scream, or protest, but to pull Aegon closer to her, his body hovering over hers.

"My lord husband," She whispered, her lips ghosting over his, "I know you do not wish this responsibility, but the burden is not just yours to bear. You did not marry me as your equal, but I equally and willingly share your duty. You are not alone."

"I know." Aegon's hand found its way between her legs again, his thumb rubbing circles against her sensitive bud. He never took pleasure in pleasing women, but something snapped inside the Prince. His wife was not just any woman, but his future queen. "I know, and I was blinded by my own thoughts. But not anymore." He kissed her neck, dragging his tongue down her skin, between her tits.

"Aegon..." She mewled, fingers raking through his silver locks. "Aegon, please..."

"What is it, my queen?" He sneered against her skin, unwilling to give her what she desired just yet.

"Don't make me beg." Her back arched when she felt two of his fingers slip past her folds yet again. "I already t-told you what I want."

"Say it again." The Prince demanded, and whatever Aegon wants, he gets.

"Shit-" Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, praying to the Seven Gods that the guards couldn't hear the wicked words that would come out of her and Aegon's mouths. "Want you, m-my king! N-need you... I've always needed y-you!" Her voice went up an octave, cracking and breaking like the most fragile stained glass in all of Westeros.

"Fuck." Aegon whispered, his hot breath tickling her skin. "Do you really love me?"

"I do! I do, I do, I do!" She cried out the more his fingers toyed with her needy cunt. He removed them when he felt her spongy walls tighten, and when she gasped, Aegon did the unthinkable. "Taste yourself then, if you love me." His fingertips smeared her slick all over her lips, and without hesitation, she sucked his fingers clean.

Her eagerness to please left the Prince in awe, because never has a woman so willingly allow herself to be degraded by him. All the humiliation he instilled in maids was by force, and whores did unspeakable acts for a coin. He would know that all too well. Y/N looked up at Aegon with doe eyes, seemingly innocent, but the way she squeezed her thighs together for much needed friction betrayed her.

"Do not worry, my lady wife." He cooed at her, his soft voice in complete contrast to the predatory gaze in his eyes. "I am a merciful king, I shall grant you what you so desperately desire." Aegon's much broader frame hovered over hers. "Open."

Y/N complied hastily, obediently spreading her legs for her king, lacking any shred of dignity. She had been shy on her wedding night, pulling the bed sheets over her body trying to cover herself, but not anymore. Aegon pushed his cock between her folds painstakingly slowly, as if to test the waters. Although he took her maidenhead four years ago, he hadn't laid with her since. And it did hurt, for a short while — the pain turned into discomfort, and discomfort into pleasure.

"Harder, faster! Please!" She squirmed under him, hands roaming all over his back and arms, fingernails digging into his skin. Aegon wasn't the kind of man who took orders from others, everyone in the realm knew that, but he gladly took that order, thrusting into her with ferocity and anger. Anger, because he had been so blind for so long.

"Whore." He mumbled, still trying to blame his wife for his own demons. His silver locks fell over his face, and she pushed them out of the way to gaze into his violet eyes. "My whore." Aegon kissed her, teeth sinking into her lower lip. "Say it. Say you're mine."

"Oh, gods!" Y/N arched her back before wrapping her legs around his waist. "I'm yours, Aegon! Your whore, your wife, your queen!" She pulled him closer, until she could feel his chest pressing onto hers.

His frantic thrusts became quicker, harsher, until all his vision blurred from the bliss. She was close, he knew that from the way her walls clenched around his cock and how she gripped the white sheets, chanting his name like a prayer. His grunts were louder, and so were her moans, until the room fell silent, his seed filling her up. They stayed like that for some time, his heavy body collapsed onto hers, the silence interrupted only by his chuckles.

"What?" She was intrigued by his juvenile laughter, her fingers twirling his hair.

"Nothing." Aegon kissed her chin, burying his nose in the crook of her neck.

"Must I ignore you for a moon before you talk to me?" A smile crept on her lips.

"Heavens, no!" His body tensed under her touch as he propped himself on his elbow to look at her, his other hand resting on the plush of her hips. "I was just thinking about how bitter the wine tasted when you weren't there for me. So bitter I could not bring myself to drink it today."

"Aegon..." Y/N sighed, almost feeling sorry for her husband, however, he deserved it. He deserved to feel what she had felt, to understand how dark and sorrowful her days had been.

"I will be king, and all of Westeros will bend the knee to me, to us." He laid his head on her chest, the sound of her beating heart loud against his ear. "Just... love me." Aegon's embrace was needy, searching for her approval, her acceptance, as he fell asleep. He couldn't see the lack of emotion on her face, the indifference in her eyes when she professed her love to him right before his eyes closed, chest rising and falling.

She knew all too well Aegon was still Aegon, and that he would perhaps still fuck up every once in a while, infuriating his mother and grandfather, even after taking the crown. But all of that did not matter.

There was a reason she agreed to wed him, and it was not love. It never has been.

"The Lannisters send their regards."

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frie-ice · 7 months

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Once I discovered a game that is a dark rewritten version of Pinocchio, like there is of Alice in Wonderland I had to base a crossover ship collage on them. In American McGee's Alice Madness Returns Alice Liddell has a steampuke dress and the series has some steampuke-like traits through its take on the Mad Hatter, along with the second game having Alice turn herself into blue colored butterflies whenever she dashes. Giving her common traits that one could use to feature her beside P, the nickname given to the humanoid Pinocchio as he is mostly addressed as "boy" in the game. Three of the Tumblr posts I had found on the two had them be featured with Disney's Alice and Pinocchio, like they were comparing Disney's child friendly versions of the two with their darker counterparts.

I know that while people have enjoyed the story plot of Lies of P, they aren't found of the way that it was very easy to die in one or two hits, but I still think that they should be credited for story telling. Like the American McGee's Alice franchise was. Just to get this off my chest, but whenever I hear someone say Lies of P, it feels like they were saying "Lisa P."

I had trouble coming up with a title for this collage, with Lies of P Pinocchio mostly referenced as simply "P," I ended up with "Palice." It was that or something like "Alichio," "Pinolice," "Alinocchio" or "P Liddel." What do you think it should be, even if you prefer to ship them as friends than lovers?

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How do we stay?

pairing - f1drivers/2022 - DR3

summary - after almost lose you, all the drivers welcome you at the Austria GP, where there’s news about your future and more than one has something to tell you, even confess. pt.1 and pt.2.

warnings - angst

taglist - @ i0veless sabrinaselina55 majx00 tyna-19

“No way, I must be drunk and I didn’t realized”

It’s thursday, media day and without annoucement, Alice Brooks, F1 driver for Williams Racing appears in the paddock after an almost deathly crash in Baku. People never expect that to happen, even that she’ll be back. Everybody wanna see her racing and joking around and she prepare herself to heal and be in better shape.

“Well, I don’t brush my hair today, I really look that bad?” Alice ask to the first person to see her in the parking lot in the RedBull Ring, Pierre Gasly. No more words were needed, he drops his bag and hug her, she’s back, he thought. She accepted the hug and could feel her shoulder getting wet, Pierre was crying. For Alice, it is still unknown the impact of the accident on her friends, in fear of losing her and having to say goodbye was the first part to break their hearts. She passes her hands around her friend to comfort him.

“I’m here and I don’t want to leave”

“We can make promises and...we just...you know”

“The letter?” she asks

“Yeah. We love you as much as you do to us, The boys are going to faint when they see you”

“Hope not, I want a lot of hugs and say thank you. I heard all of you” Pierre open his eyes in shock not believing her words.

“Movies are not to far from reality, I guess” Alice laughs and hug him to the side

“Let’s go. I don’t want to be late, P” He smiles and follow her lead to her hospitality. A few people knew that she was going to drive in Austria, none of her friends knew. Safe to say that Alice is scared, she’s grateful for her second family and this is her second chance to do things right, not only for her, for her friends, for the one she loves. Daniel.

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Daniel and Alice

Alice and Daniel

They are another story of the ones who loved but never confess their feelings. By the time they meet a year ago, they became best friends, always side by side even when they are from different teams. Daniel was the first one to realize his feelings, everytime she laughs his stomach feels the common butterflies, when she was sad, he always offer his shoulder for her to cry... but he wasn’t brave to tell her how she moves his world so fast that this well-being was more important that anything and when he saw her in that hospital bed his world fall, his heart stop and suddenly, there’s was not more road to follow, not without you by his side.

Now, more than ever Zak announced in a private reunion that his contract with Mclaren ended so, he doesn’t have a seat for next year. He told you in your sleep but it wasn’t the same, you didn’t confort him, everybody want you back, he want you back.

“Daniel? Are you decent?” Lando sounded a bit agitaded. Alice didn’t know but Lando saw you with Pierre going to your motorhome, he almost screams and decided to look for Daniel.

“Yeah, all good?”

Lando sit in on the floor and look at him with wide eyes. Mmmm... have you heard anything from Al? I mean like,we know that she was in therapy and we can’t reach her but..but...Is she here? I mean...she’s here, she’s not dead so I want to believe that I didn’t see a ghost”

Daniel took his phone, looking to the photo of you together. He want to believe Lando. He’s been waiting so long for you. He looked for your number and press call.

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In the Williams motorhome, a very emotional Alex Albon keeps crying, with his girlfriend and teammate by his side. At the moment he saw Alice, he feels so relieved, he missed her so much and prays everyday to see her back on action, back on track.

“Please, don’t cry anymore”

“You’re so mean...you should call and I will bring the cats” Alice and Lily laughs with that

“There’s not need to that. I’ll visit them” She hugs him and look for Lily too. “Thanks you, you’re my first and best teammate ever, If I am good on track is because of you, even when we don’t have the best car. And Lily, I always tried to say hi to you but, nobody could hear me, so, hi” Alice let go Alex and embrace the girl in a hug. The couple procede to go out and let the girl get ready for media day.

Her phone starts ringing and see the photo of a very smiley Daniel, she didn’t answer, she want to wait and surprised him, see his smile but better ignored him at the moment. She takes her phone, water bottle and suited with her team gear head to the conference room. She’s going to be with Lewis, Carlos, Daniel and Max.

Walking almost hidding from everybody, Alice stands behind from George who was talking with Charles.

Charles blink twice and muttered a curseword. That made the Mercedes driver to turned around. Alice opens her arms to them.

“I’m so happy, thank God you’re here” said George

“Why you didn’t text that you were coming? We’re going to take more care of you, Spolied you like a baby and...and” started Charles

“I know, I was scared, my mind was getting tricky but I’m fine and thank you for visit and be with me when I was alone at the hospital. I love you too boys” The embrace again in a hug “But now, I have a press conference, so, maybe we can chat later

“Deal”

“See you Al”

Alice enter the building feeling nervous, face the reporters, thinking in the questions, their answers, the feeling of change, guilt, pain, all to remember how she was almost gone to them, how she said goodbye in a sad way and then she’s here, again, ready to face anything, a race, the championship, the press, Daniel

Tell him how much she want to be with him. Explore the world and keep wining in F1.

All least she’s going to be the one doing that next season.

Her PR was waiting for her, she was the last one to arrive. At the time she opens the door, Daniel was about to sit. The faced each other, everybody noticed and feel for them, there’s no secret how much the care for each other.

Suddenly, Daniel forgot how to walk and even if he really forgot that, Alice would be there to help him to walk alongside him. She step in from of him and hug him. Daniel starts crying and embrace her, feeling like he was going to lose her again, feeling how he wasn’t able to sleep properly ‘cause his other half, his soulmate was nowhere, he was lost but now, she’s here and he’s going to make sure that they’re going to be alright.

“I miss you too and we’re going to be together in Perth when the season ends”

“How...?”

“I listened, all of you”

“Oh” Alice take his hand and go to their spots. She waved to the others and look around the room.

“This room might explode somehow” she tries to joke, then all the reporters raised their hands to get the chance to hit questions, more to you than the others

The moderator in the room pointed out the first one.

“Good morning drivers. My question is for Alice, how are you? after your accident there was a lot of questions throw in the air ‘cause you almost disappear from everywhere, your team remain silent” You were looking down trying not to remenber that day

“Well, I’m here, I’m ok and happy to be back and thank you to all the people who where constantly sending support after the accident. It was terrible, I felt that way, I know that my team, my friends and family felt the same way but I decided to remain hidden, healing and getting in a better shape. I’m ready to go on track and do what I love”

“Alice, on summer break, Mclaren point you as the new driver for the 2023 season, any comments on that?”

“Excuse me, what?” I turned my head to Daniel and then to Max who nods “Well, It’s true that my contract with Williams is a subject that I don’t mention to much but if I changed my team, well, I will remain silent at the moment” I look at Daniel again and nod. Oh no

“Alice, can you tell us about...” the Williams driver sighs

“Can you please ask questions to the boys? I don’t feel good talking only about me. A month ago, the team published a statement about that day and it’s pretty clear, I don’t want to talk about next year, I don’t want to talk about my personal life, I want to talk about my team, my car, expectetions for this weekend. So, please, I’m trying really hard to be kind and not be moody in fron of you. Thank you”

Safe to say, that the reporters were kind enough to do what you say.

After the conference, you talk a bit with the boys and go to grab lunch with Daniel and locked in your motorhome, hiding from the cameras.

“So...” you started grabing your fork to start eating “I know I have a lot to explain but I’m really sorry Dan. I don’t want anyone to see me that way and start feeling like crap”

“I would never judge you, you know that”

“I know, wanna talk about Mclaren?”

“Not really” he sighs “I’m happy that you’re the one whos taking my seat. It’s just that they decided from themselves” he look at me “Guess that I’m unemployed”

“Don’t say that, believe in miracles, I’m one now” He smiled at me and I returned “An as a living miracle, I want to thank you, everytime you visit I heard, I’m sorry for make you all sad, that day was a tricky one, but yeah”

“It’s ok, you’re here now, with me...I mean us”

“Dan...I’m with you and I don’t pretend to leave anytime soon, so...I must confess that I feel the same and want to make it worked, only if you let me of course”

Heard that makes Daniel goes as fast as Hamilton’s car, he wasn’t worry anymore, he is full of love and his face shows that. He cups Alice face and look at her with his brightest smile “I feel more happy than ever Al. If this is a shitty dream, I swear that I don’t want to wake up” Alice puts one hand on Daniel cheek and kissed him. This was the happiest moment for the drivers. The world could be in flames but now, they were embraced in each other arms, ready to fly high for their dreams, now they’re together and together they’re unstoppable.

“I’m so in love with you”

“That makes two of us, Dan. I love you”

Maybe at the end, it becomes real

Enough for me, for us.

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ewanmitchelll · 4 months

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Imagine Taylor Swift’s songs (VIII): You Belong With Me.

Imagine you fall in love with your neighbor, who happens to be your childhood best friend, unaware that he bears now a bad reputation and is Alys Rivers’s boyfriend.

Warnings: none; fluff and drama; silly, light reading to start our 2024 well and relaxed. :p

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You are just going back from college. These are trying days, when you are about to enter your last semester before finally closing the course y/c. Not to mention the internship and tons of final paperworks expected to be done in what should be your vacations.

Such are your thoughts as you go back home. You share your household with your cousin named Lya Baratheon at King’s Landing in a nice neighborhood. But when you arrive at last after two hours traveling by bus, you are welcomed by Aemond Targaryen, your childhood friend who happens to have moved next to you.

“Hello, there!”, Aemond smiles at you.

You promptly leave your backpack down at the garden of your house before running to him before being fully embraced by his strong arms.

“Aemond!”, you hold on tight. “Long time no see! I missed you!”

As he places you down eventually, Aemond sees the woman you’ve become: your y/c hair is tied in a ponytail, there’s also a sweet bangs over your eyebrows. Your face has softened in delicate features and this time there’s a red lipstick painting your lips.

Although you dress casually, Aemond’s eyes can tell you’ve got bigger boobs last time he saw you—and that was 15 years ago, when you were both 12 years old.—, which earns him a smirk.

“Looking beautiful as I remember, Y/N”, he is pleased when seeing you blush.

Some things never change.

“Oh please”, you giggle softly. “So you are my neighbor now, eh? What a coincidence.”

“Yeah, indeed it is. I didn’t know you were living here. My mother recommended this neighborhood after I refused sharing a household with Aegon.”

“Oh. Are you two still not getting along?”

Aemond puts his hands on his pocket jeans and laughs.

“We always got along, but we have been following different roads now. I’ll tell you about it later. Are you coming home from a travel or something?”

“I entered college later than my fellow classmates”, you tell him. “I wanted to work a bit before getting into this academic world. So I’m still about to close it.”

“And what are you studying?”, Aemond inquires, interested in your independent spirit.

As you tell him about your college course, you notice how handsome he’s become. Taller, indeed, but stronger and with eyes so full of life. Your heart flutters foolishly, especially when you remember the old days where you two were so attached that Mrs Alicent used to joke about the day you’d get married.

“Do you want to come inside?”, you invite him after a few more minutes catching up.

“I wish I could, but I’m waiting for my girlfriend”, Aemond hates to break the joy of this reunion, even more so when your smile falters lightly, but he had to be honest with you.

“Of course”, you try not to look so disconcerted. And why, oh why, would I? “Even so you can bring her too if you like.”

Aemond ponders it, aware of your good intentions, but probably more conscious that you know nothing about his past and who his girlfriend is.

“Thanks, Y/N. I’ll see you around, though.”

As you turn your back to go inside your home, you miss Aemond’s sad gaze following you. Your absence soon leaves a hole where he thought an old wound was closed for good…

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You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset. She's going off about something that you said. 'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do…

The next day you leave your bed earlier, trying to distract your head you opt to have some running outside. The morning is inviting and you need to get yourself some exercises before starting your college’s stuff.

After having breakfast and dressing, you pick your headphones and phone, all ready to go when you open the door and spot a very angry Aemond outside, sitting in the sidewalk as he speaks on the phone.

You sigh, probably wondering the cause. It’s either his family or his girlfriend. You carefully approach him, not letting be noticed until he turns off the phone.

“Fuck!”, he curses, before spotting you at last. “By the Maker! Sorry, Y/N, didn’t see you here.”

“No worries. I didn’t mean to intrude, but you looked upset and I came here to check on you.”

As Aemond stares at you almost in disbelief, he remembers how often as children he protected you of the bullies at school, and how you did the same whenever he misbehaved—often excusing his behavior before his own parents.

“We…just had a fight, is all”, he shrugs his shoulders.

“Do you want to talk about it?”, you ask him gently, sitting next to him.

“Not really, no.”

But he eventually does. You don’t know the woman’s name, but come to find out she is temperamental and willful, at times difficult to deal with.

For the first time in a while, Aemond feels heard. You are there for him, not a mere physical presence—and here he cannot help a comparison with Alys. At times he wonders how the hell he got so lost.

Towards the end of it, he is surprised by your embrace.

“I thought you might need it”, you explain before the disconcert look stamped in his face, which reminds you how often you used to climb his back as children and he’d awkwardly take you around his household.

The same idea runs in the back of his mind, making Aemond smile in nostalgia.

“Always the optimistic. You haven’t changed a bit, Y/N.”

A laughter echoes the air as you two share a look.

***

I'm in the room, it's a typical Tuesday night. I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like. And she'll never know your story like I do…

You have finished your final assignments after all. Considering preparing something to eat, you do miss having a company. Your cousin is away, so this leaves you with your neighbor, who happens to be your childhood best friend.

It’s when you open the window that gives you sight to his house and scream out his name.

Aemond, who’s been busy reading a book, chuckles quietly when hearing you calling him a note above the heavy metal sound he’s been listening.

“Hey, girl”, he leans over the window. “What’s up? Listening to rock’n’roll today? I always figured you’d prefer classical music.”

You pull a grimace.

“What do you know of my musical tastes, Aemond Targaryen?”

He laughs quietly. It’s been a while since someone made him laugh like this.

“Well, hit me, baby. What do you want for me?”

“Have you dinned yet?”

“Nope. You?”

“I was about to cook some hamburgers. Do you want any?”

Aemond side smirks at you.

“I’ll be there in five.”

And here he is, eating with you late Tuesday night. Aemond soon knows about your college short break, how you are preparing for your last semester and your expectations for your graduation.

“Enough about me”, you say as you open two beers. “What have you been up to?”

“I have nothing interesting to say”, he shrugs his shoulders.

In truth, he is not willing to share the dark path he’s taken. Involved with the gang of his Hightower cousins, coercing those who owe Gerold some money, and doing other business on behalf of Aegon, he now believes to be a loser when compared to you.

“I doubt that”, you poke him. “Come now… What has your father forced you to do now?”

Mr Viserys is the main man behind the Targaryen Org., an advocacy office that has been working in politics behind the scenes and that has produced a few presidents of Westeros, the most recent of them being his daughter, Rhaenyra.

He expects his children to follow the same path, and that is why he and his sons—Aemond and Aegon, particularly—never really enjoyed a good and stable relationship. To worse it all, Mrs Alicent, his second wife, is facing a crisis in their marriage.

Aware of this background, you know how all of these quarreling have produced deep scars on Aemond.

“You should be whoever you want to be, you know”, so you say, holding his hand. “The world is yours if you so wish, Aemond.”

Reclining against the chair, he says nothing for a while, appreciating the song, the beer and… when looking at you, your company.

“You are too good for me, Y/N”, he murmurs, before taking a sip.

***

But she wears short skirts. I wear T-shirts. She's Cheer Captain, and I'm on the bleachers. Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time…

You are coming back from jogging when you see her for the very first time. Taller than you, more gracious, prettier and sensual in the way she walks, Alys Rivers is dressing short skirts and a white top that reinforces her curves.

You feel embarrassed, not to say envious, when looking at what you are wearing by comparison. Blue t-shirts and black pants, your college hat and the same cute ponytail.

Insecurity hits hard and you hate yourself for it. But truth is, one is never too old to be hit by intern instability.

You also notice Aemond is having a wild barbecue at his household. At first you are hurt for not being invited, but when carefully noticing who is there, you realize it’s better for you not to get yourself involved in this kind of matter.

Exhibited like a trophy is his girlfriend, surrounded by Aemond’s Hightower cousins. You are not entirely ignorant of their illicit activities and considering Aemond’s rebellious nature, it does not shock you those are his new friends. It is more disappointing to feel overshadowed by that woman.

In the midst of this noise, Aemond feels the weight of your gaze. There is so much to be said. This is not the barbecue he wanted to do, he’s never been a lousy man, rather being introspective.

But one miscommunication, and you go back inside, heading to the shower as you carry disappointment with you.

If you could see that I'm the one who understands you, been here all along. So, why can't you see? You belong with me…

It’s been two weeks. What was meant to be a surprisingly good reunion with your childhood best friend is proving to be another heartbreak you thought you’d not have to face since Jacaerys Velaryon cheated on you with his own cousin.

You opt to open a beer and throw yourself in the couch, watch some Netflix cliche, refusing to voice out your inner frustrations. What the fuck were you thinking again? Projecting romance to your life like you are the protagonist of some Christmas movie is old news.

It’s when a knock on the door scares you. Who might be in this hour?

Oh, I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night. I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're 'bout to cry. And I know your favorite songs. And you tell me 'bout your dreams. Think I know where you belong. Think I know it's with me.

“Hey”, you are surprised to meet him.

Aemond is dressed in his old jeans and a white blouse. He stands before you not with the happiest faces.

“Come here, darling”, you welcome him with opened arms. “What the hell happened now?”

He is silent like always, but promptly accepts your embrace. Only then, carried to your couch, he slides to your side and takes your beer.

“I fucked shit up, Y/N.” He avoids your merciful and comprehensive gaze.

“I doubt it. But what you have done now? And where’s your girlfriend?”

“We had a fight”, Aemond rolls his eyes, sinking in the couch. You realize he’s still drinking of your beer, but you don’t mind it. “She’s very possessive. I was talking to Helaena… My own sister, and she keeps being demanding.”

Then he looks at you, expecting some answer. It takes you by surprise, though, when he changes topics abruptly by saying:

“Why did you have to go?”

“Uh?”, you barely flutter your eyelashes at it. “What are you talking about?”

“You moved out 12 years ago to High Garden”, and here comes the subtle resentment.

You take his hand and play with fingers, head resting on the back of the couch as you and him lock gazes.

“I had no choice upon the matter. I was transferred to another school because of my father. You remember that.”

“You never sent me an email.”

“Neither did you.”

For a moment there is silence hanging between you. And then Aemond says:

“I’ve heard you dated that Jacaerys lad.”

You scoff.

“How’d you know that?”

“He is my fucking nephew”, and for some strange reason this makes you two laugh. “I’m sorry about how things ended for you two. Harwin was pretty excited for having you as his probable daughter-in-law.”

“You don’t like this idea very much”, you smile at his subtle jealousy. “Something which we know wouldn’t work out well.”

Aemond’s eyes move to his hand intertwined with yours. A view that warms his heart.

“What happened?”

You opt to drink beer instead of responding him. As he studies you, Aemond spots some hurt behind your y/c eyes.

“He didn’t…”, Aemond cannot consider this option. Even so, the mere idea angers him. “Did he?! What a fucking asshole!”

To your surprise, he’s the one to hug you.

“I’m sorry, Y/Nickname. You deserve better.”

You sigh heavily, resting your head against his shoulder. For a moment, it feels like you are teenagers again and it’s you and him against the world.

“It’s all right. It’s in the past now.”

The rest of the evening is spent in between sweet talks, beers here and there. Until all breaks with a call.

“Ugh”, Aemond grumbles. “It’s her.”

As if you are reminded that this bad boy prince is nothing but a long time rebellious friend, you set your heart at easy with the crude dose of reality.

“You should better get going”, you help him stand. “After all, you have a girl waiting for you.”

Aemond rolls his eyes.

“I don’t like how this sounds.”

An intense stare.

“Am I lying, Targaryen?”

He laughs quietly.

“No, Y/LN. I hate you for it.”

For now you two follow separate ways. For now.

***

The more time Aemond spends with you, the more drawn he is to light. Whenever he’s with you, he can talk about his dreams—he wants to have an independent career, nothing related to law or politics, perhaps something related to humanities—, he is allowed to have hopes and become a better person. All of this is possible when he’s with you.

But now… far from his family and emerged in this bitter darkness that his temperamental cousins and his girlfriend aligned with his dark desires, he’s realized how wronged he’d been.

He is broken, he knows it.

“Where have you been?!”, she calls him out. “I’ve been calling you for hours.”

And he decides he’s the author of his life. He let others broke him, but that’s enough for him.

When looking at Alys, Aemond knows now how he belongs with you. He just hopes it’s not too late to make it right.

“I owe you no explanations of what I do, or wherever I go. And you know what, Alys? I’m tired of this life. Just… go away.”

She wants to argue, but he doesn’t have any patience for it. The door is open and Aemond makes it clear with his deadly silent moves. He’s a winner now.

“Fine. But you’ll regret it.”

Empty words that the wind takes away after he closes the door. As he looks at the phone, he knows he needs to call the other woman whom he should have never hurt in first place.

His mother.

***

Standing by and waiting at your backdoor. All this time how could you not know, baby?

You are preparing to leave to your college when he crosses your path.

“Hey. Where the fuck are you going to?!”, Aemond asks you, paled when realizing that he, in fact, might be a little late.

“I told you I’ve only had a few weeks here, A. I’m going back to college”, you side smirk. “What’s that face? Why are you looking so serious?”

He swallows his pride and then takes your hands in his, clasping them together.

“I love you, Y/N.”

You swear you are about to faint. And maybe your sudden paling makes sure Aemond is holding you tight.

“Don’t pass out, woman”, he chuckles lightly, though you spot concern in his eyes. “I mean it.”

“B-But Aemond”, you say, struggling to understand. “I am going back to college for my final semester and I thought you were in a relationship?”

Cupping your face with his hands, he turns at you with the sweetest smile you’d ever seen, saying:

“That should not be a problem. I’m on my way to be with you. I shall rent an apartment there and work at my father’s company all the whilst I start to study history. I’m getting my shit together, Y/N, and have all this to thank you for. As for my relationship, I broke up with her. Can’t you see I’m doing all of this for you?”

“Oh Aemond!”, you sigh in content before leaning to kiss his lips.

He smiles in secrecy as his hands slide firmly on your waist firmly, kissing you in return. It is as it should be. He belongs with you, after all.

***

• Epilogue.

Twelve months later…

“What are you reading today, my dear?”, you recline back in your chair and turn your head to look at him, heart melting before the sight of him all concentrated.

Lowering down his book, Aemond smiles quietly at you.

“The history of Westeros through the chroniclers. Quite an interesting reading”. He puts the book aside and pats a seat next to him at the large bed he’s in.

You leave your computer there and happily complies, soon adjusting to his arm, smiling as he plays with your ponytail.

“How’s work today?”, he asks you, in turn.

It’s winter and it’s snowing, but you’ve managed to work from home. A good excuse to be around your betrothed—oh yes, he proposed you recently, about six months after you two moved in together.

“Not very demanding today, thankfully”, you turn at him and smile fondly, caressing his cheek. “Your mother wants to spend Christmas with us.”

Your rogue prince, despite cutting his hair and dressing better, straightening his path, remains temperamental when it comes to his family. He rolls his eyes, before sighing.

“Really now? What did you say?”

You bury your head against his chest all the whilst Aemond wraps you around his arms, throwing blanket over you two.

“I told her to come. I think we might expect everyone, really. I hear she’s in good terms with Rhaenyra too.” Apparently, the two had had a bad fight last autumn.

“Oh no”, he groans.

“Look at the bright side, Leana, Aegon and Daeron are coming as well.”

“This apartment isn’t big enough for all of them, my darling”.

You raise your eyes to meet his. He’s so adorable wearing glasses, you thought.

“It is, it is. I’ll make sure everything is going to be perfect”, you smile warmly.

Aemond smiles back at you.

“Damn, I cannot say no to you. Fine, do your best. And since we are welcoming this big dysfunctional family of mine, how about inviting yours too?”

You tilt your head, smiling.

“Really?”

He scoffs.

“Of course, silly head.”

You lean to kiss his lips.

“I love how Christmas man you’ve become, sweet Aemond.”

He chuckles quietly.

“That’s only because you’ve made me one, darling.”

Leaving aside his book and glasses, he leans to kiss you deeply and you return it passionately. This afternoon is surely going to be warmer than expected…

#ewan mitchell #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen x female reader #aemond targaryen x y/n #house targaryen #lord Aemond #prince aemond Targaryen #taylor swift #you belong with me #fearless (taylor's version)

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Familiar Spirits and The Witches' Familiar - Coin's Notes

What is a familiar, and how do they fit into modern magic?

Definition

Familiars are spirits that act as assistants or guides to magic users, helping them with domestic and/or magical duties.

Familiars were and sometimes still are classified as a type of demonic spirit that often take the form of an animal, mostly thought to be cats, dogs, toads, and hares.

They are thought to help witches or magic users in domestic areas as well as in their magical affairs. Familiars can take on any color or shape.

In the 17th century, Familiars were more likely to be called “Imps”!

Etymology

The word Familiar comes from the Latin familiaris meaning "of or belonging to the family". Familiaris may come from the Latin word famulus meaning "slave" or "servant".

As far as we know, the first usage of the word in the context of witchcraft is attested from the 1560s. Before this, it was used as a noun meaning “familiar friend”.

History

The idea of familiars being a witch’s helper spirit was especially strong in the 17th century when King James I wrote about them in his book titled Daemonologie in which he talks about witches and their supposed "relations" with the devil.

This belief was most popular in East Anglian Europe and was scarcely found elsewhere during the witch trials.

The first recorded witch trial to reference a familiar in witchcraft is that of Dame Alice Kyteler, in 1324 (Wright 1833, p. 2) but it would be two centuries later that the idea of the witch's familiar took off.

Margaret Alice Murray talks about two different kinds of familiars The Witch-Cult in Western Europe: "those by which the witch divined and those who attended on the witch to obey her commands." *

Many historical accounts that we have regarding the confessions of supposed witches were likely falsified since the people being accused were under duress as they were being tortured. This doesn’t mean all historical accounts of Familiars are false, but we should take them with a grain of salt.

Most of the time those accused of witchcraft and of having "familiars" were lonely or isolated folks, likely older in age, that would talk to the animals probably similar to how we speak to our pets now.

However, keeping animals as pets wasn't too popular among the working class, and relationships with animals that were more than a farmer and his stock were seen as unnatural.

Cunning folk practices were said to involve familiars as well, though were often thought to be different than the witch’s “demonic” familiar and were sometimes referred to as the “fae” or “fairy” familiar in literature.

Side Note: We can’t talk about familiars without talking about demons!

“The noun meaning 'demon, evil spirit that answers one's call' is from the 1580s (familiar spirit is attested from 1560s); earlier as a noun it meant "a familiar friend" (late 14c.). The Latin plural, used as a noun, meant ‘the slaves,’ also ‘a friend, intimate acquaintance, companion.’ The usual ancient Greek sense, ‘supernatural agent or intelligence lower than a god, ministering spirit’ is attested in English from the 1560s and is sometimes written daemon or daimon for purposes of distinction. Meaning ‘destructive or hideous person’ is from the 1610s; as ‘an evil agency personified’ (rum, etc.) from 1712.” (etymologyonline)

Famous Familiars

Familiar spirits were confessed to during the witch trials of Huntingdon. Two of their names were Greedigut and Grissel and they were given to the witch in spirit form by a demon who went by the name Blackeman. They were said to look like black dogs with hoglike, bristled hair on their back. -> It was said that they would do whatever their master requested and when they were not given a task would attack or rob passersby.

Agathion is a type of Familiar demonic spirit that can appear as an animal or a man. Once bound as a familiar it will live inside a ring or talisman of some sort. They were said to only appear at midday or to be most powerful at midday.

Sybacco was the familiar to the Comte de Corasse, the Comte de Foix, and Adriano Lemmi. Described as having bull horns and three eyes on his forehead, he is under the command of the demon Botiz.

Thomas "Tom" Reid was said to be the Familiar of Bessie Dunlop of Scotland, who was tried in 1576. Tom was described as the spirit of a soldier as well as an honest, elderly man. Tom told Bessie that he lived in Elfhame with the fae.

Boye was Prince Rupert’s dog that some believed to be his familiar due to their closeness and Boye’s tagging along during the British Civil War, though this was likely a smear campaign against the prince.

Similarities and Comparisons

Fylgr, a Norse guardian or “follower” spirit, was attached to a person related to their fate. These were often only seen by those with the ability to see the supernatural. In some cases, they would foretell the death of the person they followed but they weren’t inherently a sign of death.

Ancient Romans had genii that fall under the “helpful spirit” category, such as Lares Familiares which were household deities or spirits that were guardians of the family.

The Greeks believed in daimons which refer to supernatural beings between men and gods, such as minor gods or spirits of dead heroes. -> Some believed you could have personal daimons that acted as guides, guardians, or spiritual companions. Socrates was said to have a personal daimon, see: De Genio Socratis.

Fetches, historically considered bad omens, are now sometimes seen as a servitor spirit with a time limit that a person creates for a specific purpose. The Fetch will disappear once their task is completed or they’ve been dismissed. (pg 63-66 Barbarous Words) -> Originally, fetches were seen as a sort of spectral doppelganger, and seeing one foretold the death of the person they took the shape of.

Familiars in Modern Magic

Not dissimilar to their old definition, Familiars are seen as spirits that aid and guide witches. They are teachers, helpers, and companions.

Familiars can teach you magic, help with spells, or perform tasks for you.

They are not a pet. Treat a Familiar the way you’d treat a colleague or even a friend.

Divination is a great way to contact familiars. If you've done spirit work before then it's similar to contacting any other spirit.

Familiars are usually seen as a contractual spirit relationship.

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Resources and References

On Familiars Familiar - Britannica Etymology of Familiar - Etymology Online Notes on Familiars by Early Modern Whale Guardian spirits or Demonic Pets by James A Serpell CunningFolk and Familiar Spirits by Emma Wilby Paltrie Vermin, Cats, Mise, Toads, and Weasils: Witches, Familiars, and Human-Animal Interactions in the English Witch Trials. by Helen Parish

On the Witch Trials Witch Persecutions edited by George L. Burr. Malleus Maleficarum or The Witch’s Hammer by Heinrich Kramer and Jacob Sprenger The Witch-Cult in Western Europe by Margaret Murray Daemonologie by King James I

*Note: While her witch-cult theory has been thoroughly debunked, Murray helped shape modern witchcraft whether she meant to or not and as such her texts are worth a read.

Misc Encyclopedia of Demons in World Religions and Cultures by Theresa Bane The Folklore of Isle of Man ch. III by A. W. Moore Barbarous Words: A compendium of Conjurations, British folk magic, and other Popish charms by George Hares The Witch’s Familiar and the Fairy in Early modern England and Scottland

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-->With the naked times over, the group got back to actually enjoying their time at the bar. Smiler plopped themselves down to socialize some more and sloooowly finish their Plasma Jane, while Victor grabbed himself another Wrench and Alice washed down her steak with the specter sip in her inventory (given her whole thing right now is improving her skills, I'll take the free points this stuff gives!). Alice then did a little sniffing and scavenging while Victor went to chill in the side room with the jukebox – this didn't turn up anything of consequence, though, so Alice joined Victor for some dancing time instead (though I had to change the music once I realized Alice hated the original “Backyard” station I had picked – sorry Alice!) After that, Alice then got sent outside to scavenge some more (to the disgust of Camille – hey, YOU have no moral high ground here, memory-erasing alien) and mark her territory –

-->And then I was like “I came here to do more werewolf stuff – is Rory around?” She was indeed, happily, hanging out by the bonfire near the Wildfangs’ pack hangout, so I had Alice tunnel over there, say hi, and challenge her to a tug-of-war. Rory easily won, so I decided to have Alice try a spar next – but either Rory wasn’t interested or Alice was too tired, because the next time I looked over, Alice was curling up on the ground for a nap and Rory was wandering off. *shakehead* Werewolves sometimes. . .

-->Back at the bar, Victor and Smiler continued the dance party for a bit, with Smiler letting off a happy bomb with their “Influence Emotion” powers at the end in an attempt to cheer up the cranky memory-erasing alien nearby. (I do not think it worked.) They then flew off to Greg's house to look for frogs in the old water pump nearby. They successfully grabbed a spotted heart frog, and were successfully not grabbed by Greg! Victor, meanwhile, got one last Wrench at the bar (if that wasn't his favorite drink before, it sure is now), hanging out just long enough to see some familiar faces show up -- namely, Bob Pancakes and (pre-family-refresh) Bella Goth! The latter in a truly ridiculous outfit – I THINK she was dressed up as a space ranger with a fedora. Like, wow. The townie fashion is at new levels of weird now. XD

#sims 4 #the lazy save #victor van dort #alice liddell #smiler always #I suppose what I should do is have Alice at least become a friend of the Wildfangs #I don't see her as really wanting to fully join up with the pack #but maybe at least having it as a hangout would inspire me to do more with her werewolf stuff #at least she'd have more people to tug of war with :p #and come on she's really good friends with Rory by this point #only feels natural for her to be named a friend of the pack #must make a note to have that happen at some point #and yes the townie fashion was very on point today XD #seriously Bella THAT is what you decided to wear for drinks at the werewolf bar?? XD #I mean it's delightful but still #(oh and I think I just realized #a Wrench is the Sim version of a Screwdriver drink isn't it?#well that took forever #I don't drink!)#queued

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Hey zazá, do u know sohee from the group alice ? I think she kinda remembers miyeon in some angles, so I thought about a smut of G1P Minnie fucking miyeon and Sohee

Of course I know her. She's too hot to be out of the radar. The timing for your ask is perfect because she just posted some sexy pics and those really gave fuel to my brain. Also, loving a request with members from different groups.

G!P Minnie X Miyeon and Sohee

(My eyes can't stop looking at that yummy ass)

The fun part for many fans in kpop are the collabs between artists of their favourite groups: sometimes they can be featuring, others partecipating in some variety shows together. This time it was simply a photoshoot: in fact (G)I-dle Miyeon and Sohee from Alice were scheduled for a summer set.

Miyeon was not there alone, in fact her member Minnie decided to support her because she wasn't busy that day. Since from the start it was a hard day for the thai girl. Seeing the sexy body in those revealing outfits was too much to bear.

She already fucked her friend some times, but Sohee was for sure her next target, so a question popped in her mind: why not both? Miyeon and Sohee already seemed to become close, and maybe more, on the set, so it should have been easy for her.

In fact at the end of the day Minnie kindly proposed to the two girls to have a drink to her place, and that's what they made...for like 10 minutes. A drink was enough to make them act in a more flirty way.

"Miyeon, I can read on your face you want to kiss her, just do it", Minnie teased and the older girl seized the opportunity. She pulled the short hair girl by her neck and put her tongue in her mouth, starting to making out, clearly relieving the sexual tension of the photoshoot.

Sohee was too excited to refuse, so she just let herself go...before feeling something poking her cheek. When she checked, she gasped seeing the already hard cock of Minnie in front of her face. "You won't let me out, right?", Minnie asked, ironic, while smirking. "You're so naughty, you know?", Miyeon answered, before taking once again the control of the Alice member.

She took the cock of her friend and pushed the head of the other girl against it, making her gag on her lenght. From there Minnie took control of the situation, face-fucking an helpless Sohee, while Miyeon was on her knees, sucking her balls with loud sounds.

But that was just the start of the night. After cumming a big quantity directly in Sohee's throat, she brought her to her queen-size bed and started undressing her with the help of the older girl. Minnie was basically merciless with her new catch, treating her just like a body to fuck...and Sohee was loving that feeling of helplessness.

"On your tummy, bitch", she said to a now fully naked Sohee, who just followed her order, laying on her stomach and sticking her butt in the air, ready to be taken. In few moments Minne was already inside her, her fat cock fucking her pussy as if was a matter of life or death.

Miyeon, who was not a lover of being left out, decided to also have fun with the poor girl, putting her head between her own thighs. Sohee, already slave of the pleasure, didn't lose a second to starting her out, as if it was just natural to do that.

Minnie continued to thrust into the poor girl pussy, till she maked a mess of it. It was all swollen and full of various load of sticky cum, but once again, it was not enough for Minnie's hunger. "You bitches from the nugudom need to learn your position", she growled at the end of the night in the ear of an almost passed out Sohee, while Miyeon was cleaning her cock with her tongue, her eyes still full of lust.

I hope you liked it, Anon 💙

Zazá

#ask me anything #kpop #kpop girls #kpop smut #gidle minnie #gidle miyeon #alice sohee #gidle smut #minnie smut #miyeon smut #sohee smut

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do you have a favourite RWBY arc?

Hello anon!

Do you mean story-arc or character arc? I am just gonna go with character arcs because I feel like it :) Here is my list. It combines my personal taste with those I think are best written.

1- Penny Polendina

Penny's arc is the best complete one in the series so far. It is thightly written and very powerful. Her final choice does what every character arc's climax should do: it ties togetyher all the thematic threads explored by Penny's arc in one incredibly meaningful moment. In the end, Penny chooses to be a friend, shows she is an adult and affirms her own humanity. Her choice is meant to be tragic and bittersweet because humanity can be both. Still, it is definately worth it.

1 - Cinder Fall

Cinder's arc isn't complete, but there is already enough for her to get first place together with Penny. Midnight is the best written episode of the series in my opinion and it manages to tie together all the pieces of foreshadowing and subtext present in Cinder's story up until that point. It is also a pivotal point in Cinder's story, where she has to make a choice. Will she recognize she is still a prisoner of abuse or will she ignore this truth? She chooses to repress and fails to develop positively. As a result, she has prepared her own tragedy.

Cinder's story is key to the whole series and it has the potential to end up above all the other arcs, if well executed.

3 - Weiss Schnee and Yang Xiaolong

Ice Girl and Fire Girl are tied for third place! (together with Jaune)

Weiss's arc has a very strong set-up and beginning. She gets a lot of focus at Beacon and quickly develops. After such a solid start her development can take the time to happen slowly, so that we can see how she has silently and beautifully evolved throughout the volumes. She is now warmer, kinder and happier than ever. Points for her having some of my favourite motifs.

Yang's arc is kind of the opposite, in my opinion. She gets the least focus among the 4 main girls in Vale. Still, the moment her arc decides to roll, it gets central stage. Her focus in Mistral is wonderful and her development is beautifully conveyed in volume 5 and volume 6 climaxes. Her confrontation with Raven is especially one of the best scenes of the series.

3 - Jaune D'Arc

Jaune's arc is one of the best executed both in terms of pacing and evolution of the character. If he keeps going this way, he might climb to first place tbh.

6 - Ruby Rose

I am expecting her to climb higher. Her focus in volume 9 was great and a beautiful first step in her development. The choice to mask her LRRH's story behind Alice in Wonderland references was wonderful and brilliantly executed. I think the ending could have been conveyed more powerfully, but the final result is still great. I am looking forward to how her arc will continue!

7 - Blake Belladonna and Oscar Pine

Blake's arc is beautiful and it ties together many thematic threads. Maybe a little bit too much, which is why it is below the other main characters. She is still wonderful though! And the more one analyzes her story, the more gems are found!

Oscar is one of the best written characters in my opinion, as his story is thight and perfectly intertwined with the main plot. Still, I think it has still to enter its climax, hence why he is only 7th place. Totally expecting him to climb higher, though.

9 - Emerald Sustrai

Emerald's arc has still to climax, but I like her set-up a lot and she is slowly going through a beautiful inner growth. There is already enough meet and actual development for her to just make the top 10 :P

9 - Pyrrha Nikos and James Ironwood

Both have masterfully written arcs and in terms of writing they could be higher. Still, I am less involved in their stories compared to others. In any case, they are two perfectly executed examples of tragedies. And different kinds of tragedies, as well.

Pyrrha's tragedy lies in the world around her. Ironwood's tragedy lies within himself.

11 - Lie Ren and Qrow Branwen

Both Ren and Qrow have beautiful arcs, but I am less involved with them when compared to others. So, here they are.

I would highlight this list doesn't consider characters like Salem, Nora, Raven, Summer or Mercury because even if set-up, their arcs still need to properly happen on-screen. Among them, though, I would say that Raven and Mercury especially have wonderful set-ups.

Raven's characterization and focus in volume 5 makes her one of the best written characters tbh. She is despicable, flawed, a coward and a hypocrite. And this is precisely why she is so great. She is very human and layered. It is clear she cares about Yang. Still, it is also clear she is too selfish and scared to act on her feelings. The way the narrative peels away her powerful mask to reveal a weak soul behind it is great. As it is the challenge for her to overcome her fear and make amends.

Mercury has so far one of the best set-up arc. His writing has been extremely thight and almost every scene he is in gives additioinal information on him, his background, his bonds with others and his feelings. All in a very subtle way. Basically, his writing is very rich and we can infer a lot, despite his arc having yet to start. He is the embodyment of the cycle of abuse and I am curious to see how this concept gets explored.

Finally, shout outs to Neo and Ilia. Their arcs aren't as complex or long and have less bits than the main characters'. Still, they are thight and perfectly executed.

Thank you for the ask!

#rwby #rwby chain of faves #asksfullofsugar #anonymous #penny polendina #cinder fall #weiss schnee #yang xiao long #jaune arc #ruby rose #blake belladonna #oscar pine #emerald sustrai #pyrrha nikos #james ironwood #raven branwen #mercury black

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blackopals-world · 1 year

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Hello! First time making a request haha- Can I request a idol!Yuu please? My personal favourites to see this with is Vil, Idia, Azul and Lilia but you can write others as well if you want to! Have a good day/night! :D ~ Idia nonnie <3

Ooo~ Fresh asker~ Nice to meat you. Yes, I do mean meat. Just know I got both of your requests and will try to fulfill both. I had a plan to write something like this before. In the future, I may write something closer to what you're imagining but if you've read my fic before you know that I tend to put my own spin on things. Shoot me a message if you want me to write something else.

It's Your Party (so do what you want to)

Idol!femYuu (originally Party Planner!Yuu but scrapped) x Vil, Idia, Azul, and Lilia

Ace

Yuu stared at her ceiling and wondered how she got there. She was going to kill Crowley for this. He assigned her to help plan the campus birthday parties. Why did everyone have to have one of those? Thankfully she only had to write down what the dorms wanted so she can forward the bill to the administration.

Still, it has a pain in the ass.

It only got worse a few weeks before Ace's birthday when he found(snooped) her notebook and read her notes. Instead of notes for a lecture, he missed he found lyrics. Lyrics were written about a certain headmaster and how agitating he was.

Pay no attention

to the man behind the curtain

He's a brainless, heartless, coward

with no power

That's just another trick of his

He ain't no wiz

don't fear his fire

Jump in my balloon,

I'll take you higher

Take you somewhere over the rainbow

Get your ticket to the show

Heels click, and here we go

Cuz you already know

There's no place like (home)

Ace immediately took advantage and when Yuu asked what to book for his party, he asked for Yuu to sing. Which got him a rolled-up bundle of papers to the head. It resulted in Ace begging her to stop hitting him.

Yuu only agreed when Ace said that as his friend she should want to make his birthday special.

Yuu was staring blankly at the ceiling trying to figure out what song to write. She didn't write happy-go-lucky birthday songs. She wanted something meaningful rather than just mushy. But they were friends so she should make something good.

If he wants a show so bad, she'll give him one hell of a show.

When the curtains opened up on stage she was dressed in a bunny-themed short dress with white ears and fluffy bracelets.

She gazed out into the crowd before she spotted Ace at the head table with their other friends who waved at her.

My friends don't walk, they run

Skinny dip in rabbit holes for fun

Popping, popping balloons with guns

Getting high off helium

We paint white roses red

Each shade from a different person's head

This dream, dream is a killer

Getting drunk with a blue caterpillar

Ace and the gang cheered her on as she danced.

I'm peeling the skin off my face

'Cause I really hate being safe

The normals, they make me afraid

The crazies, they make me feel sane

There was some gawking from the audience at that line.

I'm nuts, baby, I'm mad

The craziest friend that you've ever had

You think I'm psycho, you think I'm gone

Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong

Over the bend, entirely bonkers

You like me best when I'm off my rocker

Tell you a secret, I'm not alarmed

So what if I'm crazy? The best people are

All the best people are crazy

All the best people are

As she sang she gestured for Ace to come up to the stage which he complied. He stood at the edge of the stage as Yuu bent down to his level.

Where is my prescription?

Doctor, doctor, please listen

My brain is scattered

You can be Alice, I'll be the Mad Hatter

As she said this her hand when to his cheek before she pinched it roughly. Yeah, she was still mad at him.

Still, she closed out the song well after this. She still had a few more songs to follow after this.

The party was a blast though.

Vil

Another day, another birthday. That fiasco at Ace's party made everyone believe Yuu has now a part of the party package.

Sure enough, she made sure Crowley was signing her checks for every song because she wasn't paid for planning.

It's still a pain though. It's not that she didn't like it, it just the clients.

So speak of the devil and he shall appear.

Vil's party order had come in and Yuu's name was written as the entertainer. Part of the request was a song written just for Vil.

So he wants her to sing his praises literally. Typical. She will charge extra for it. (she actually enjoys this)

She made sure the stage was set up in the center of the ballroom so she could be seen from all angles. A red carpet would be laid out leading toward Vil's throne.

Midway through the event as Vil finished his speech and sat on his throne Yuu entered the venue. Dressed to the nines with a peacock dress and blowing kisses.

She grabbed the mic and the lights dimmed on everything but her.

"I dedicate my first song to our fair queen and my number 1 celebrity crush. Long may he reign victorious in the popular polls."

Vil practically glowed from the praise as he awaited to hear her sing for him. Like a good little songbird.

Number 1, number 1, number 1, oh, yeah,

So glad I found you,

So glad I found you, boy,

I've been dreamin' 'bout you

You got me feeling extra good, whoo

Would you come with me to a place in my dream? Whoo, yeah

Would you follow me, it could be alright,

But would you come with me to a place in my dream?

You're music, tonight

Yuu never looked at the crowd. Her eyes only fell on Vil. No one else in the room was worthy enough for her gaze. This song was about him and for him.

Oh,

I think about my number 1

Oh,

You can never be the one in wonder

I don't need to play another love song

Whoop,

'Cause baby, you're my number 1

Number 1, number 1, number 1, oh, yeah,

Number 1, number 1, number 1, oh,

Number 1, number 1, number 1, oh, yeah,

Number 1, number 1, number 1, oh,

Yuu began descending the stage as she strutted towards Vil as the lights followed her. Vil's eyes widened slightly as she stood in front of him.

You got that something

Not like the other boys

Vil's shock turned to a smug smile as he leaned forward.

I wanna just love it

This is the moment in my history

That you come with me to a place in my dream

But you follow me, could be alright

Would you come with me to a place in my dream? Whoo, yeah

You're music tonight

Yuu leaned down to meet him and as she sang her lips almost brushed against his before she retreated. The gasps from the scandalized crowd turned into cheers. The shutters of the cameras couldn't be heard over the music.

Yuu ended the song as she went back to the stage to finish her set.

Vil was more than satisfied with her performance. So much so that he tried to get her into music agency.

His secret goal was to make her into a celebrity idol so they could become the next power couple.

Azul

Yuu knew what to expect when Azul's request landed on her desk. Everything was already organized from the decor to the menu. The invoice would be a hassle though.

Jade made sure to press how much Azul was looking forward to seeing Yuu perform. Yuu rolled her eyes because she was already told that the school isn't covering the cost of the entertainment due to the lounge being private venue.

Azul and Yuu had to go back and forth about the deal. Azul wanted something show-stopping for his party. Something that suits the lounge atmosphere. Yuu agreed but it wasn't actually easy to write the songs.

On the day of the party, they set up early as Yuu stayed in the back to finish getting ready.

Once the celebration began she sauntered into the dining area and began engaging with the crowd as always. Greeting and making her way to Azul, parting the bystanders as she went.

She gave Azul a little peck on the cheek before leaving his side for the stage. Azul waved her off as his cheeks turned red. There would be none of that until her work was done.

Yuu laughed as she took Jade's hand and was led to the aquarium backdropped stage. Stepping onto the lounge stage felt like returning to an old friend.

She stepped towards the mic stand and listened for the first notes.

Do I look lonely?

I see the shadows on my face

People have told me I don't look the same

Maybe I lost weight

I'm playing hooky with the best of the best

Put my heart on my chest so that you can see it, too

I'm walking the long road, watching the sky fall

The lace in my dress tingles your neck, how will you live?

As she said this line she gestured to her dess and shook her hips causing a few whistles from the crowd.

The death of a bachelor

Oh oh

Letting the water fall

The death of a bachelor

Oh oh

Seems so fitting for

Happily ever after (woo)

How could I ask for more?

A lifetime of laughter

At the expense of the death of a bachelor

Yuu smiled as she geared up for her favorite part. Azul had been such a pain with the details for tonight and she would give him his show-stopper. She nodded to Floyd who sweet her off the stage and placed her firmly on the ground as she began walking towards Azul who was sitting in the mist of the crowd.

I'm cutting my mind off

Feels like my heart is going to burst

Alone at a table for two and I just wanna be served

And when you think of me am I the best you've ever had?

Yuu smiles wryly as she sits in Azul's lap. All eyes are on them now as Yuu serenaded the blushing housewarden. He tries to keep in mind that he inadvertently paid for this, literally.

Share one more drink with me, smile even though you're sad

I'm walking the long road, watching the sky fall

The lace in my dress tingles your neck, how will you live?

Yuu had tossed out any subtlety as she played with his tie. Azul was going to get her back for this, she could feel it under his tense form.

The death of a bachelor

Oh oh

Letting the water fall

The death of a bachelor

Oh oh

Seems so fitting for

Happily ever after (woo)

How could I ask for more?

A lifetime of laughter

At the expense of the death of a bachelor

Yuu finished the song with another kiss as the crowd cheered her on.

Azul was bad at pretending to be mad, thankfully he fake forgave her after he hung the pictures of the act at the lounge entrance.

Idia

Getting a request from Idia was a genuine surprise. He wasn't exactly a party person even if it was mandatory. It didn't change the fact that Idia still sent his request.

The party will be themed around underground idol concerts with light sticks and all.

This meant that he wanted pop music. Ironically Idia's party seemed to be the most reasonable to her.

When Yuu jumped onto the stage she could barely see Idia standing in the observation room above everyone. Out of sight but still watching.

Yuu waved to the crowd as her adoring fans called her name.

날카로운 secret 둘러싼

얘긴 베일 속에

점점 더 깊은 h-h-hush

맘을 겨눠 이제

여긴 온통 어두운 밤하늘색

그림자조차 길을 잃게 해

Yuu had to practice this song so many times. It had to match Idia's expectations to the letter and she wasn't going to let him down.

Oh 넌 항상 love is game

쉽게 즐기는 가벼움일 뿐이라고

뭐 이렇게 못된 얘기로 자꾸

피해 가려고만 하니 왜

Do k-pop stars really do all these poses? Its probably more tiring than the dancing. She wished she could see everyone's faces right now.

커지는 heart b-b-beat

빨라지는데

너답잖게 heart b-b-b-beat

거려 나를 볼 때

마지막 남은 순간까지

점점 다가오지 crazy

아찔하게 겨눈 russian roulette

Ah-ah-ah-yeah

La-la-la-la-la (넌 이미)

Heart b-b-b-beat

마지막 남은 순간까지

내게 맡기게 될 거야 넌

달콤한 너의 Russian roulette

The audience loved it but Yuu was starting to run low on energy keeping up with the dance light sticks being waved wildly in the crowd. Was Idia watching? Did he enjoy her song?

반짝인 secret

더 이상 외면하진 못해

버튼은 내가 p-p-push

받아들여 이제

니 맘 온통 내 모습 채워지게

꿈꿀 때조차 나를 찾게 돼

Oh 아직 넌 love is game

내게 말해도 흔들려 니 목소리도

장난스레 스친 눈빛 너머로

어쩔 줄 모르는 니 모습

'Please look at me Idia! Don't look away for a second!" She thought as she spun and posed.

커지는 heart b-b-beat

빨라지는데

너답잖게 heart b-b-b-beat

거려 나를 볼 때

마지막 남은 순간까지

점점 다가오지 crazy

아찔하게 겨눈 Russian roulette

Ah-ah-ah-yeah

La-la-la-la-la (넌 이미)

Heart b-b-b-beat

마지막 남은 순간까지

내게 맡기게 될 거야 넌

달콤한 너의 Russian roulette

Yuu took a deep breath and when she finished feeling exhausted. The crowd was deafening in the small space.

Her eyes drifted up to the shadowed room. Her eyes lit up when she was it. Idia was cheering for her.

Maybe she wasn't completely ready to become a pop start yet.

But she was energized all over again to keep singing.

"Who's ready for an encore!"

Lilia

"Does he even celebrate his birthday?" Yuu thought to herself while reviewing her paperwork "It's New Year so I can't blame him."

It's going to be a big party, the biggest of the year. And Lilia wants a concert to ring in the new year. Yuu will be the main event, of course.

Lilia however doesn't want to be outdone and will be her stage partner.

Yuu and Lilia spent the holiday putting their show together. They went all out on a rock ballad.

Almost everyone in school came to the concert and it would be a lie if Yuu said she wasn't nervous. When she looked over to Lilia as he placed his guitar over his shoulders. He caught her gaze and gave her a reassuring smile before giving her a push onto the stage.

She quickly grabbed the bat and pulled him with her. If she was doing this now so was he.

The two set up and greeted the cheering crowd.

"Happy new year!" Yuu yelled over the mic.

The audience cheered and clapped as the music began.

For so long now I've been coming to your rescue

Got me thinking I'll get you

And I'm serious when I say I'm over it, I'm over it

And your fucking lies

That you'll stick around

Stay on my side of town

Now I'm covered in blood

And I'm feeding off your pretty little lies

Yuu sang first as she watched Lilia smile wryly as he played. He moved to take Yuu's place as she more aside as he sang.

For once why can't you just come and chase me

Dig up my grave and save my body

Now I'm rotting to the bone

But my heart's still beating

Hoping you won't leave me

Creepy girls, you're just my style

Blood-red lipstick, you don't smile

Falling victim to your fantasy

Damn, I love it that you're so creepy

The two no longer focused on the show. They were going back in forth in their own dance. They challenged each other, almost chasing as they moved.

Now you're risking it all

For some creepy girl

With a blacked-out rage that'll cast a spell

Don't tempt her, she's got those evil eyes

Now you're risking it all for some pin-up doll

Who drinks in the a.m. fucks in the p.m.

Treats all the boys like she don't need 'em

Yuu sang unashamed knowing in the back of her head and to some in the audience that she could be the girl in the "evil girl". She is not of course but what if she could be?

Creepy girls, you're just my style

Blood-red lipstick, you don't smile

Falling victim to your fantasy

Damn, I love it that you're so creepy

When Lilia finished he trotted back over to Yuu as he pulled her into a dip kiss while high on adrenaline.

The crowd lost their minds as Lilia came back up with lipstick smudged on his lips and egging on the crowd.

Yuu blushing pushed Lilia off the stage as he winked and began crowd surfing.

"Happy Birthday, you old jerk!" Yuu chided him over the mic.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland yuu #twisted wonderland x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #vil schoenheit #vil shoenheit x reader #idia shroud x reader #idia shroud #ace trappola x reader #ace trappola #lilia vanrouge #lilia x reader #idol!Yuu

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fritextramole · 1 month

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smacked in the face with a silver spoon

part 3 of a Jenny Humphrey playlist - best heard in order

tracklist and quotes under the cut

The Outsider ~ MARINA

I look myself in the face And whisper "I'm in the wrong place" Is there more to lose than gain If I go on my own again?

Meet Me in the Woods ~ Lord Huron

Say goodbye to who I was I ain't never been away so long Don't look back, them days are gone Follow me into the endless night

Handle With Care ~ The Traveling Wilburys

I've been uptight and it made a mess But I'll clean it up myself, I guess Oh, the sweet smell of success Handle me with care

I Was Neon ~ Julia Jacklin

I quite like the person that I am Am I gonna lose myself again?

Still Sane ~ Lorde

Only bad people live to see Their likeness set in stone What does that make me?

Devil Inside Me ~ Matt Berry

But I'd blow your mind, when I'm up high, to fall back down again Up high, to fall back down again Swing low, and look straight at me That's all I need now the Devil's inside me

t r a n s p a r e n t s o u l ~ WILLOW, Travis Barker

I don't fucking know if it's paradise or it's a trap Yeah, they're treating me like royalty, but is it kissin' ass?

And So It Went ~ The Pretty Reckless, Tom Morello

With all these eyes upon us, but no one seems to see That you and me are just the same as God meant it to be But you're much too close to me

Bad Man's World ~ Jenny Lewis

I will never forgive you For what you put us kids through Remember that night You tried to take your own life? When I found you You were a shade of blue And success is a state of mind With a little bit of follow through And then you failed at that too

Sinister Kid ~ The Black Keys

I got a tortured mind, and my blade is sharp A bad combination in the dark

Rip It Up ~ Jet

And if you ever break down, I’ll cut you up again On the bedroom wall, the stars look bright But they don’t belong in the city of light

Worldwide Torture ~ Jazmin Bean

I never come second place Always been a big disgrace Smell the fear‚ I know you see High achiever (Yeah, that's me)

Going to Hell ~ The Pretty Reckless

Father did you miss me? Don’t ask me where I’ve been You know I know, yes I’ve been told I redefine a sin

In Undertow ~ Alvvays

What's next for you and me? I'll take suggestions we toss and turn in undertow

Chaise Longue ~ Wet Lag

Hey, you, over there On the chaise longue, in your underwear What are you doing sitting down? You should be horizontal now

Starring Role ~ MARINA

Sometimes I ignore you, so I feel in control 'Cause really, I adore you and I can't leave you alone Fed up with the fantasies that cover what is wrong

R U Mine? ~ The Arctic Monkeys

And I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be And satisfaction feels like a distant memory

bellyache ~ Billie Eilish

Everything I do The way I wear my noose Like a necklace I wanna make 'em scared Like I could be anywhere Like I'm reckless

Bullet With Butterfly Wings ~ The Smashing Pumpkins

Now I'm naked Nothing but an animal But can you fake it For just one more show? And what do you want? I wanna change

You ~ Radiohead

I can see me drowning Caught in the fire You, me and everything Caught in the fire

RAGE ~ Samantha Margret

Rage is a funny place Full of loose hand grenades Where every hand is spades Violence in the open space Clear and bright as day So you can't hide away

Man in the Box ~ Alice in Chains

I'm the man in the box Buried in my shit Won't you come and save me?

Nobody Asked Me (If I Was Okay) ~ Sky Ferreira

Shaking your head while I try to explain You say you don't wanna hear me complain Just tryna get my point across You don't seem to care if I'm feeling lost

The Love Club ~ Lorde

I joined the club and it's all on There are fights for being my best friend And the girls get their claws out There's somethin' about hanging out with the wicked kids Take the pill, make it too real The other day I forgot my old address I'm sittin' pretty on the throne There's nothing more I want, except to be alone

Are You Hurting The One You Love? ~ Florence + The Machine

Are you hurting the one you love? You'd like to stay in heaven but the rules are too tough

#gg #ggplaylists #jenny humphrey #gossip girl #source: senamarais

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d4t-webserial · 9 months

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D4T: Page 6 (Alice POV)

//cw: transphobic slur// go here for more info on d4t

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Alice’s been able to get Lu to hang out very often (pretty much whenever they both have free time ;p). Having this large amount of time in person she’s been able to realize some more things about him.

First off he isn’t a chaser… well he is in that he’s a “man” (we’ll get into that later) who likes trannies, but he doesn’t fit with… what you'd call the stereotype of “chaser”, but that’s not what made her come to this conclusion. No, it’s whenever she calls him a chaser he’ll visibly cringe, most men who are shameless enough to use 4chan *and* openly admit to dating tgirls are more than comfortable using chaser to describe themselves, so something about it has gotta be off to him. Secondly he’s really feminine like *super*, don’t get her wrong she wasn’t one of those weirdy homophobic girls who usually call themselves allies but would rather their boyfriend cheat on them than be bisexual, and she always knew Lu wasn’t exactly… super masculine (the idea of him doing typical straight man posturing was both ridiculous… and upsetting), but he’s *so* feminine in how he holds himself and talks... and honestly even his body (his hands are so smooth). This leads her to a simple conclusion, he isn’t *really* a chaser but instead a repper in denial (honestly she should have seen this sooner it’s a classic chaser archetype), now other girls usually talk about these chasers as bad and to be avoided, she didn’t know if this was cause there was something inherently bad about your boyfriend trooning out on you or is it’s just about the gender, due to not knowing she assumes the latter and luckily for her she’s a **massive** bishit (she has decided this as of now) and if he (or should she switch to "she"?... nah, she’ll give him the benefit of the doubt) takes the pinkpill she can still make him her girlfriend… unless he was straight technically but he obviously isn’t (he’s the dictionary definition of agp t4t transbian… except he isn’t into diapers… she hopes).

While hanging out they tended to fall into an interesting pattern whether it’s at her house in her room or at his dorm when his roommate’s out, he’ll sit at some large but not too noticeable distance away from her (he isn’t as subtle as he thinks), then while they’re talking or watching one of his shows or playing video games (well he plays she just watches, unless it’s mario kart she’s the fucking best at mario kart) she’ll move ever so closer, bit by bit so he can pull back if he wants (he never does) until she’s right next to him, she doesn’t go overboard only the sorta interactions that’d make sense for… completely platonic friends (but like… gal pal friends). Whenever she leans on him he stops making much sense like his brain is malfunctioning, and she can totally hear his heartbeat. One time she caught him looking at her and could’ve swore he was gonna kiss her… but he didn’t, ever since then he’s been a bit more distant, not much tho… just, a bit.

gsrtgsgkgnrstlhnrturwlj okay… okay… it’s okay… she’ll just wait for him to be ready, she’s okay with that, he’ll make a move… eventually,... but he *is* autistic like sooooo autistic, he might not know she’d like it, maybe if she told him… oh god…

Tranny Mona Lisa (Alice): “hey lu”

trashbag_minister (Lu): “hi”

Tranny Mona Lisa (Alice): “i have smth i wanna tell u”

trashbag_minister (Lu): “what is it?”

she starts typing

Tranny Mona Lisa (Alice): “if you want to date i would like that”

trashbag_minister (Lu): “oh”

Tranny Mona Lisa (Alice): “i kno u said u werent dating a while back i just”

Tranny Mona Lisa (Alice): “if u wanted to kno i guess”

trashbag_minister (Lu): “i’m detrans”

Tranny Mona Lisa (Alice): “what?”

trashbag_minister (Lu): “i was a trans girl for,, a while, but i stopped”

Tranny Mona Lisa (Alice): “i kno tht”

Tranny Mona Lisa (Alice): “or i didn’t kno u were but i kno what detran means”

Tranny Mona Lisa (Alice): “why?”

Too anxious to wait for a response she put her phone down… fuck, he’s a detransitioner. What does that mean? Like why tho… the only detransitioners she’d seen were the bald ones on twitter saying she was in a cult, she didn’t even know trans women detransitioned, well like obviously they do at least one did, but like… she hadn’t thought about it. Is he like… one of those ex-gay people, using her in the same way an “ex” gay uses anonymous hookups on grindr to satisfy some repressed desire. Did he think his body was mutilated, or that hers was? Why did he identify as a chaser, or go on /tttt/? Did he actually like trans girls… she had thought he did but was “chaser” just an excuse to be a cis man in trans spaces? He always seemed so supportive, but she thought detransitioners hated the trans community for “ruining” their bodies. Did he hate all trans people or only himself… Was he still the same person, Her Lu?

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booksandventingaboutlife · 2 months

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Loveless by Alice Oseman

Yesterday I finished Loveless and I have some thoughts. (Loveless is a novel that takes place in the heartstopper universe and centers around uni freshman Georgia Warr and her discovering her sexuality)

Georgia is honestly one of the most relatable characters of all time for me. Her struggles are all so genuine and I love the talks she and her friends have together. Her discovering she is aroace was so beautiful and also some exciting asexual representation! The only slight issue I had with the story was Pip. I mean, she had a great love story with Rooney and was very entertaining and likable throughout the whole story, but why did she take so long to forgive Georgia after the Rooney+ Georgia kiss? Jason forgave her way faster and in my opinion G was way worse to him then she was to P. I understand P likes R but it was basically an accident. She should have been more forgiving, as the whole thing was honestly a mistake. (for reference I myself am ace so maybe I don't really understand romance and don't have the best perspective, but I still thought it was silly.)

Anyway Loveless is amazing and is definitely one of my favorite books.

#loveless #asexual #aroace #georgia warr #jason farley shaw #pip quintana #rooney bach #alice oseman #heartstopper universe #heartstopper #heartstopper fandom

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wito-chan-bla-bla · 2 years

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Hiya! I'm so sorry if I'm bugging you but may I please request another chapter of detection? IT'S SO CUTE AND FLUFFY AND I NEED TO SEE THESE TWO KISS... ON THE LIPS!!!!! I am a HUGE Kalego simp so THANK YOU SO MUCH HUN!

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I do not know why, but when I wrote this fanfiction, this page came to my mind. Guess who laughed and tried not to beat the table with his fists for the stupidest reason?

Warnings: strange hints and plot. (Well, as usual)

You dangled your legs, whining plaintively and trying to escape. However, all your actions were in vain, because Kalego easily held you by the collar with one hand. The demon squinted at his students before letting go of your clothes, almost causing you to plop painfully to the floor. Fortunately, Naberius picked you up with magic at the last moment, putting you flat.

–K-Kalego-kun... why did you... run so fast?! Do you know that you have pretty sharp shoulders? - "What's this for?" – P-please don't carry me on your shoulder like a sack of potatoes anymore.

The demon looked at you apologetically before glaring at the enthusiastic, but at the same time dissatisfied students. (They were obviously glad to see you, and the reason for their discontent was now standing next to you).

–So, explain your plan again, now for (Y/N). Iruma, for the piano!

Suzuki sighs, but obediently sits down at the summoned musical instrument. The boy gives you a quick glance and you smile faintly at him before gasping in embarrassment when Naberius pulls you to his chest and places one of his long arms around your waist.

–K-Kalego-kun?! – you couldn't help but stutter, being so close to the demon.

–It looks like someone listened to Alice's explanation, – he grins, looking at your flushed face. – Well, I'll tell you briefly. I'm going to show this crazy class how to dance classical dances.

–And w-what does it have to do with me?! – you don't know whose heart is beating so fast: yours or Kalego's.

–Because I am ready to dance with only two demons in this school: with Shichiro and you, – suddenly Naberius leans closer to your ear and whispers: – But it will be much more pleasant for me to dance with you.

And while you are mentally dying, Iruma starts playing the composition. You have never danced, so from the outside, the "dance" looks like an attempt by Kalego to drag your body somewhere that is not able to move independently. However, the demon's experience gets the better of your clumsiness, so at the end Asmodeus even claps, positively assessing the aristocratic dance.

–So, I showed you how it should look from a professional point of view, – Kalego glares at Iruma's friend, simultaneously holding you upright. – Alice will help you put on a dance, I will make sure that your crooked legs do not trample the local carpets. On this, everyone is free!

–M-me too?.. – you ask hopefully, wanting to go and put your face in some vessel with cold water.

–No, because the director ordered to prepare the documents, and you still haven't figured out how to issue them.

–I hate paperwork.…

–But we can spend a little time together ... – Kalego barely utters, and your cheeks flush even more.

–Hey, sensei, you can't just steal from us (Y/S)-sensei! – shouts Lied. – We want to talk to her!

–You will have additional classes on studying people today. That's where you'll talk.

–But we already want more! – Clara gets up from her seat and runs to you skipping. – (Y/N)-sensei is always playing with me, so I won't let her go so easily!

You smile at the children, feeling like your heart is about to explode from their puppy faces. But Kalego is a cruel sadist, so he keeps dragging you to fill out documents.

However, before the demon has time to disappear behind the doors and get lost in the endless corridors of the former demon king's classroom, Robin appears in the office, who rushes to Naberius shouting: "Senpa-ai!" You exhale with relief when you are left alone, but Clara jumps right at you, so in the end you are all fly to the floor anyway. (Fortunately, the carpets here are quite soft).

While you are hugging Valac and other little demons, Kalego carefully reads the order brought by his kohai. Robin smiles like a real demon, and Naberius waves him away, sending him away. The stronger teacher sighs, and you involuntarily turn your head to him.

–What's there? – you are interested, stroking Clara's hair as if she were a dog.

–Additional "tricks" from the director, – with a face full of contempt for a certain demon, says Kalego, throwing papers on the table. – This year class teachers will also take part in the festival.

–Do we have to be on the same stage with Kalego-sensei?! – Lied shouts out in horror.

–Hey, I actually hear everything! – Naberius shakes his head and pinches the bridge of his nose. – So I have to stay on stage for at least a third of the performance so that you have at least a chance to increase the rank.

–So you're going to dance? – you ask with burning eyes, wanting to see it.

–I can play musical instruments instead of Iruma and Purson.

You immediately get sad and pout. To see Kalego's little shame and still survive would be a wonderful experience! But, it seems, not today.

While Naberius complains and looks through the documents again to make sure he hasn't missed anything, his students are whispering among themselves. You're sitting next to her, still stroking Clara's head, so you can eavesdrop on the conversation of the little demons.

–Now you can definitely take the place of the bride, Elizabetta-chan! – Lied's eyes are burning with anticipation. – You are the tallest, and Kalego-sensei just won't look strange against your background!.. Unlike all of us, – he sighs sadly.

–I don't know, - Ix swallows, looking at the older demon. – I respect Kalego-sensei, but his aura... scares me. I'm not sure I can dance with him the whole time of the performance.

–But you're the only one who won't look like a child next to him, sis! And we cannot put Kalego-sensei on the "second stage", because otherwise we will all die painfully.

–I heard he communicates well with March-sensei, – Jazz remarks, recalling their nondescript torture teacher, who with a relaxed smile told how to pull out the tongue correctly in order to "stretch the pleasure".

–And what should we do in this case? – Caim asks. – No one can shine as bright as sis to become a bride!

–Or maybe?.. – Lied stretches out with a big smile, turning his head towards you. You flinch and smile awkwardly at him.

–Why are you looking at me like you're going to say something I'll regret later?

All the young male demons stared at you for a few seconds before shouting at once:

–(Y/N)-sensei, become our bride!

–What?! – Kalego shouts from his seat, turning to the children with red eyes. – What else are you up to?!

–(Y/N)-sensei should take part in our performance! – Clara quickly explains, glowing like the sun. – She will play the maniac bride, and Eggie-sensei will be the murdered groom!

–Wh-what?! – now you're screaming. – So, children, I understand that you love me, but do I look like your homeroom teacher?.. – you ask nervously, hoping that you will not be forced to perform anywhere.

–It says here, – Gaap says, standing next to Naberius and pointing to the papers, – that our class can attract any teacher who is not a class teacher, since there are only thirteen of us demons. And since you, (Y/N)-sensei, don't even teach basic lessons, then you should definitely be free!

–We just got too big a platform, and we didn't know where to apply it. But if there are two adults standing on it, then the dance will not look ridiculous, – Jazz supported.

–And we just couldn't figure out where to put the bride and groom after the latter was killed. But now we have a cool solution for this task, – Sabnock smiled at you.

–We just have a skeleton similar to Eggie-sensei!

–It's decided, (Y/N)-sensei will be a bride who wants money and kills her partner, and Kalego-sensei will become a blindly in love groom, – Ix smiles and hits his fist on his palm, as if securing a deal with the devil.

–B-but!.. – you're trying to come up with something quickly. Look at Iruma for support, but the boy looks at you with his pleading eyes, and you quickly fix your gaze on the legs of Naberius, who began to move in your direction.

– K-Kalego-kun, you felt me dancing! I'm definitely not right for this role! Tell them it's a bad idea!.. Hey, Kalego-kun, why are you smiling?..

–I'm just thinking that my students have finally offered something worthwhile, – the children look at each other, and then begin to shine even more.

–B-but!..

–Either you choose dancing so that you finally have an excuse not to do the paperwork, or I will teach you how to process documents in fifteen different ways.

I hate paperwork!.. You mentally groan and scream in despair. As a result, you nod, admitting defeat.

Kalego smiles strangely, and you decide to jump up, detach Clara from yourself and run away before it all ends badly for you.

When you run, a small pendant in the form of a droplet, similar in color to a clear bright sky, beats against your chin. Naberius follows you with his gaze before touching his chest, pretending to adjust the buttons. As a result, he barks at the children to sit down and tell him the performance plan.

After lunch, Kalego drinks tea with you and retells what he learned from the younger demons. It turns out that you will need to dance a classical dance with Naberius, standing in the center of the stage on a platform, for some time.

Then the music will change dramatically, the students will start dancing more incendiary and modern, you will take out a knife and pretend that you are killing Kalego. Then the fog is summoned by magic, you and Naberius escape at this time. Then Elizabetta, who will be sitting on the piano before, dances with the skeleton and sings about the mad love that brought the young demon to the grave.

You rub your temples to distract yourself. Kalego looks at you with a happy look, and you raise an eyebrow questioningly. The demon's cheeks turn a little pink when he talks, hiding his face in a cup of tea:

–I just think it's a great opportunity to learn how to perform classical dances with a lot of demons looking at us. Still, we will have to somehow perform a beautiful dance at our wedding.

You almost choked on your tea after those words. Kalego does not look at you, continuing to drink tea. If it wasn't for his rosy cheeks, you might think he was just mocking you.

–Isn't it a little early to talk about it? – you ask, shifting uncomfortably in place. – We haven't even, uh, kissed.

You cover your red face with your hands, trying not to think about the situation you are in. It seems that you are an adult, but you are embarrassed by such things… Although... given the demon's smile, it's against the law not to be embarrassed, on the contrary.

–What are you thinking about? – you ask, looking at the cunning eyes of Kalego. He suddenly sighs and puts the cup down on the table, shaking his head. The demon looks around before starting to speak:

–Do you know that demons are terrible possessives?

–Uh, you can't tell by all of you somehow... all the teachers share food with me, so…

–Because you didn't seriously try to take something valuable away from them. But if you dared, – Kalego looked away boringly, – then you would be destroyed on the spot.

You shudder with fear and the tone of the demon's voice. Naberius laughs softly at your face and assures you that he would not let anyone touch you before continuing:

–Demons always desperately and resolutely protect what belongs to them... even if this "something" does not want to be their property, – Kalego looks you in the eye, he looks very serious. – If you had been here a few hundred years earlier, I could, given all the actions that I did towards you, just throw you on my shoulder and make you my wife.

–Wh-what?!. – you are crying out in embarrassment for the umpteenth time this day. Your voice has long been like a squeak.

–What? My rank is much higher than yours and the rank of anyone else. No one would say a word to me.

Kalego laughs at your face again while you bang your forehead on the table. Suddenly you bump into something soft. It turns out to be the demon's palm.

–Let these times have long passed, – continues Naberius, – the habits of demons have remained. So I can't think of anything else but to make you my wife.

–Y-you'll drive me to my grave at this rate sooner, Kalego-kun, – you speak with despair into his palm.

–Believe me, I can get you out of there, too.

–I don't even doubt it.

The demon smiles gently at you before his face becomes hard and unyielding again. You turn your head to see the rest of the teachers coming into the room.

You wave your hand at them and start a friendly conversation. Kalego continues to drink tea with an already normal complexion, as if he wasn't the one chatting here about your wedding. You still feel your cheeks burning, but you try not to pay attention to it.

When the break ends, you sigh and sit down at your desk to still do paperwork. You have been putting off this case for a long time, justifying yourself by saying that you need to prepare for lessons and help Iruma with cleaning the school grounds, but now you need to somehow distract yourself from the words of Kalego.

The tall demon is the last to leave the room. Just before the exit, he turns around to give you a very, very small smile. You wave goodbye to him before you start working anyway.

*+*

–Look, sensei, – Lied says after the lesson, showing you a crookedly drawn plan, – you and Kalego-sensei will be standing here on the platform in the middle, – he points somewhere on the paper. – We'll dance in the back. At first, the light will illuminate only you and Kalego-sensei, but then everyone else. At the very beginning, the sister performs the opera part, meanwhile the platform slowly descends. As soon as you and Kalego-sensei are standing on the floor, you take a knife out from under your skirt, pierce the sensei, and then disappear into the fog. That's it! The plan is brilliant, we know it!

–W-wait... from under the skirt? How am I going to lift up my wedding skirt so quickly?

–Oh, I've thought it all out, – Ix claps his hands with a big smile. – The skirt will be made of a very light, but opaque material. We will attach one knife to each of your legs. Thus, it will not matter which side you stand to the viewer, since you will always be able not to show them your legs.

–How long does the performance even last? – you ask, knowing from the faces of the little demons that you will not be able to escape anywhere.

–No more than three minutes, – Alice says.

–So I'll have to dance with Kalego-kun for at least a minute, – you immediately cover your reddened face with your palms.

–Eh? Are you confused by Eggie-sensei, (Y/N)-sensei? – Clara asks, hugging you by the hand. – Are you afraid of him?

–N-no! Just…

Next, you start stuttering before hitting your forehead on the table. Your students exchange glances, and then Valac exhales in horror.

–Don't tell me you like him! – you're mumbling into the tree. – No, (Y/N)-sensei, tell me you were joking! You deserve the best!

–Don't forget that he is one of the strongest demons in the school, – you put your cheek on the table and groan.

–The world is full of other demons! Why Eggie-sensei?!

–You know, Clara-chan, – you raise your hand and stroke her hair, – love comes unexpectedly. I myself did not think that I would ever fall in love with a demon.

Iruma coughs strangely, his friend is sad, and you understand how suspicious your proposal sounded. Fortunately, you look like a demon, so no problems arise.

–Okay, – you get up resolutely, but you get up smoothly not so confidently. – I will perform and help you, children. All in order not to deal with documents!

–Hooray!

–(Y/N)-sensei, (Y/N)-sensei, will you play with us? – Clara pulls you by the hand.

You giggle and nod before heading off with the jubilant demons to the school's backyard.

*+*

–Won't you come with us today, (Y/N)-san?

–Yes. Kalego-kun told me to start training with him today, since my skills are too low, – you sigh. – Tell Opera-san and your grandfather that I may not come home today. Don't let them worry, the teachers in the dorm will take care of me.

–O-oh, overnight!

–It's not as much fun as it sounds, Clara-chan.

The girl pouts her lips.

You say goodbye to the kids before turning around to almost crash into the Kalego. Embarrassedly raising your hands and moving away, you cough a couple of times. The demon raises an eyebrow questioningly, and you drag him by the sleeve towards the road.

So, after some ten minutes on foot, since you would not survive after three minutes of flying in the arms of Kalego, you find yourself in his room. While you are trying to find the right composition in the box, the demon for some reason goes to the window to close it with curtains. You immediately look up at him and squint.

–What are you going to do to me if you don't want others to see it?

–You'll see,– he chuckles. – And don't forget, you're the only pervert of the two of us here.

–S-stop calling me that!

–However, this describes you best, doesn't it?

You threw a composition at him, the demon caught it with two fingers. Glancing at the title, he nodded before starting to play the song.

–We'll need to dance... until then, – he lets you listen to the music a few times before stopping.

–So, at the moment when the melody begins to fall, as it were?

–Yes, – Kalego nods. – At this point, men usually tilt women almost to the floor before throwing them up, but we will not consider this part.

–Thanks to the missing demon king, – you exhale with relief, putting your hand on your heart.

–Do you have a bad stretch? – Naberius asks, turning his back to you and taking off his uncomfortable long school clothes.

–No, I'm just afraid that I'll die of embarrassment.

The demon snorts before carefully tossing his outer clothing onto a chair.

–So why did you use curtains? – you are interested again.

Kalego sits down next to you on the floor before gently squeezing your hand with his. You felt his warm skin before you froze.

–I want you to take off your disguise.

You look at him as if he's the dumbest person in your life. Naberius looks back at you without emotion, but you can see his tail quivering slightly with impatience.

–Ar-re you crazy?! There are a lot of demons around here!

–And so I closed the curtains.

–This, of course, will help a lot.

–Do you think I would just put you in danger?

–It's impossible to tell from your face, – you involuntarily stroke his cheek, and the demon bends down to your hand, as if he were a dog. (And he's a dog).

–Maybe you can't see, – he says, not moving far away from your hand, – but this place, – he points his hand somewhere to the side, – is filled with my spells. No one but Shichiro can just walk into this room, and my colleagues are not the ones who want to fight me, – Robin-kun would refute that. – But since Shichiro went to the mountains to pet the sheep there, we have nothing to worry about.

You nod slowly, agreeing with the demon. Even if Balam-senpai enters the room, nothing will happen, since he already knows that I am a human. As a result, you give up by removing the ring. Any signs showing that you are a demon disappear. Naberius takes the jewelry, feeds it to his mana before putting the ring on his desk.

You stand up and Kalego freezes in front of you.

–If anyone finds out I'm human, – you finally say, – I'll bite your tail.

–Do you know what this action means for demons? – Kalego asks playfully, raising an eyebrow.

–I don't even want to know!

–And that's why you're the pervert of the two of us.

You start irritably poking him in the stomach, and the demon looks at you with an unreadable look. Suddenly he grabs your ear tips and you stop your actions.

–You have funny ears, – Naberius smiles, gently massaging your skin.

–Who would say! – you grab the sharp tips of Kalego's ears, unwittingly bringing the demon's face a little closer to your own, to which he rolls his eyes.

–There are more demons here, so it's your ears that look funny.

The two idiots continue to massage each other's ears, as if this is normal. Suddenly Naberius tilts slightly and your eyes widen. So he wants to speed up the process and move directly to marriage faster?!

You squeak softly, but you don't move away. Kalego moves his palms to your cheeks, his mouth with sharp teeth opens, but the demon cannot utter a word. He just leans closer and closer to you…

–Kalego-kun, look what a little charm I found in the mountains!

You and Naberius turn your heads towards the open door to see Balam, whose face reads pure horror. He gently puts the little furry creature on the floor before being behind you, pressing it to his chest and putting his hand forward in a protective gesture.

–Kalego-kun, I understand everything, but don't eat her! – in this situation, you can only accept the fact that a tall demon is holding you to him. – I do not know how it happened, but I assure you that it's not worth it!

Naberius sighs, you choke, Balam looks at his friend with a squint.

–Even though we are in dorms and have the same rank, I will fight you if you decide to eat her.

Silence reigns in the room for a couple of seconds, only a small sheep with three heads bleats softly.

–Now I understand why you're like this, – Kalego mutters, covering his face with his palm. The door creaks slowly before the room is completely isolated from the hallway again.

–I really appreciate your concern, Balam–senpai, – you croak in the meantime, – but you will strangle me like this!

The tall demon nods quickly and loosens his grip, but does not let you out of his embrace. However, you gently slap his hand before awkwardly slapping your cheeks.

–Kalego-kun knows that I am a human being, – you finally say. "A?.." – I accidentally revealed it to him during that festival…

–You mean that scar?.. – Balam looks at your shoulder. Then he turns his attention to his friend with indignation. – Did you bite her?!

–Her blood smelled too delicious, – it seems that Kalego is currently trying to completely hide behind his palm, but nothing is working out for him. He has already apologized to you after the first date, but every time the demon looks at your shoulder, he feels sick.

–I would ask you to describe it, but for the sake of the psyche (Y/N)-san I won't.

You exhale with relief. Still, you don't want to hear two of the strongest demons in the school discussing the taste of your blood. (The principal leaves school too often to buy things for his grandson, so it doesn't count).

So, after a long and awkward dialogue, Balam comes to the conclusion that his friend is really not going to eat you. The tall demon bird awkwardly rubs the back of his head before looking around the empty room and the curtained window. His cheeks turn red, Shichiro quickly picks up the tiny lamb before running away, wishing him luck.

–You definitely went into it, – Kalego said again as the door closed.

There was no question of any kisses now. You shake your head and let Naberius hug you. However, hugs quickly turn into a pose for classical dancing, and very quickly the demon who so gently held your cheeks with his hands turns into a stern mentor.

But you are allowed to go to sleep in his bed after a long evening of training! (More precisely, you just fell asleep on the chair when Kalego turned away). The demon then shook his head, picked you up and moved you to his bed. After turning off the light, he checked some tasks under the light of the lamp until he decided to lie down with you.

When you wake up in the morning, Naberius' arms are unobtrusively hugging you, and his tail is wrapped around your wrist.

*+*

You try to look away, but it's difficult because of Kalego's heavy gaze. The demon patiently waits for you to look into his eyes and repent, but you continue to stare at the cactus standing near the wall.

–Was that... the thirteenth time? – Naberius asks in the most affectionate voice he is capable of.

–Four... fourteenth.

–Yes, I'm sorry, I lost count of how many times you stepped on my foot!

–I just happened to! – you are sluggishly trying to justify yourself.

–We have been training for several days!

–I just don't have the motivation! – you scream at the ceiling before burying your face in the demon's chest. It smells of wet earth and cacti.

Kalego rolls his eyes, but presses you closer to him, one of his hands moves to your head, the other remains on your waist. You hear the slightly accelerated beating of the demon's heart and involuntarily smile. His clawed paw strokes your hair.

–What can motivate you? – Naberius finally asks, wondering why he thought it was all a good idea at all. But when you look up at him with a big smile, the demon understands everything.

–I want to sleep with you!

–(Y/N-N)! – the demon makes a sound like a growl of displeasure.

–Not in this sense! – you're yelling at the ceiling again. – I just like your bed! – you point to the furniture in the corner.

–All the teachers of the dormitory have such a bed.

–But yours is kind of... special, isn't it? – you get out of his arms, jump on the mattress and start stroking the bedspread. – Balam-senpai doesn't have as much fun lying down as you do. And it's also cool here.

You keep rolling around on the bed like a cat in a mint field while Kalego mentally dies. He wants to jump on you, hug you with all his limbs and not let go, but instead makes your body fly up and be next to his.

–Okay, I'll let you sleep at my place tonight if you don't step on my foot once at the next dance.

–Really? – your eyes are shining with anticipation. – Does that mean you're going to hug me all night?

Kalego wants to say something, but blushes, stammers and looks away from you. You giggle at his face, for which you then get a painful poke in the forehead. Naberius pulls you back to his chest, and you involuntarily blush before putting one hand on his shoulder and squeezing his other palm.

The music starts playing again, and you spin around with the demon on a small square drawn by magic on the floor of the room.

You involuntarily count the seconds until the end of the composition, continuing to focus desperately on the movement of your legs.

There is literally a second left before the music ends, and you are literally beaming with happiness. However, suddenly you feel that you have not put your foot on the floor, and look down sharply to see the Kalego shoe.

The music ends. You begin to roll to the floor in despair, but Naberius continues to hold you, so you just end up in his arms.

–I've just known despair, – you whisper, opening your arms and hugging the demon to somehow enjoy his warmth before he flies with you in his arms towards the director's house. And the wind is cold!..

Suddenly Kalego sighs and you are thrown on the bed. The demon starts undressing and you stutter. Naberius just rolls his eyes, calls you a pervert before he starts changing for bed.

You grab your ring from the nightstand and change your clothes. Quickly getting under the blanket before the demon changes his mind, you look out like a child waiting for a fairy tale. Kalego slowly lies down next to you on the blanket, stretching out his arm to put it on top of your body. You involuntarily move closer before you start pulling the blanket over yourself.

–What are you trying to do? – Naberius asks, without opening his eyes and not allowing you to take the thing from under him.

–I want us to sleep together under the same blanket!

–Do you really want to go straight to the "wedding"? – Kalego chuckles, his eyes moving under his eyelids.

–N-no! I just want to hug you better!

Naberius sighs before sitting up. You cover the demon with a blanket and snuggle up to his chest before closing your eyes. The Kalego tail wraps around your leg, the man himself puts his hand on you again before pressing his palm to your back.

When you wake up, you see Naberius drooling. You hurriedly grab your phone, but the demon's tail throws the gadget somewhere on the floor. Then Kalego in a dream hugs you harder and presses you back to his chest.

You can't escape. Don't even think about it.

*+*

–Damn kids and their crooked hands!

You sit on the bed and watch as Kalego tries to fix the burned thing. You are sitting with a textbook of "household magic" and looking for any spell that can help, but gradually the author begins to talk about cooking, and you realize that there is nothing else you can help.

–What idiot thought of practicing fire magic near the wardrobe?!

–You don't think it's Alice-kun, do you?..

–No, he just couldn't have made such a mistake. Hey, (Y/N), – Naberius looks at you, – I know you saw which of the children used magic. You should tell me right now.

–I won't give them up! – you are hiding from the demon with a book.

–That is, there were many more of them?!

–Violence will not help the case!

Kalego sighs, agreeing with you, although he mutters something about how a little pain won't hurt anyone. And while you're digesting his words, Naberius starts rolling the suit into a roll before throwing it away.

–Can't you buy a new one? – you ask, looking out from behind the book.

–The problem is that it will stand out a lot from the rest of the clothes. And if we try to look for older versions, we will have to spend a lot of money. I'm not going to spend money on the stupid ideas of the director.

–So there's nothing we can do? – you get up to comfort Kalego, but he just starts walking towards the door. – Uh, where are you going?

–I still have clothes in the clan house. It's not enchanted, so I can easily change its size.

–Are you going to go home? – you cover your face with a book again, but this time not to show your excitement.

–Yes. I guess I'll be back before tonight.…

–Take me with you! – you pull his sleeve weakly.

–Do you want my uncle to mock you, and my brother to try to evaluate your magical and marital potential?

–N-no! But, – you quickly continue, – I want to see where you grew up! In fact, I only go outside of school when I go on dates with you – your cheeks involuntarily turn a little pink.

Kalego looks at your face for a few seconds and then nods, giving up. You put the book back in its place, and then follow the demon into the garden.

Naberius summons wings before lifting you into his arms and taking off. You are already used to this feeling of flying, so you hug the demon by the neck, put your head on his shoulder and enjoy the views. During the flight, Kalego presses his cheek against your head several times, rubbing his skin against your hair.

So, after a while you are put on the ground. You almost fall from the sight of the Naberius clan mansion, but the demon holds you in place. Kalego grabs your wrist and drags you away before opening the tall metal doors with ease.

The demon stops for a second, listens to something before saying that no one is home. He leads you through the corridors to the second floor, allowing you to briefly, but still admire the tapestries, paintings and maps.

–I didn't know you are a rich boy. Such a big house ... – you whisper in amazement when Kalego stops to open some door with the help of magic.

–This is the legacy of my ancestors, so I don't have much to be proud of.

–But compared to flat, it's just a palace!

–What is... "flat"? – the demon turns to you.

–Growing up in such a big house does not understand this, – you just lightly hit him on the shoulder a couple of times.

Kalego just opens the door and the most boring private room you've ever seen opens up to you. Where's the mess?! Where are the things hanging on the chair? At least photos?! Everything is clean and tidy around. And although this is the room of the younger Naberius, who left the house unknown how many years ago, you are still disappointed. As if... as if the teenager Kalego somnem didn't have any interests.

You look around the bookcase while the demon is looking for something in the closet. As a result, he shakes his head and calls you by name. You immediately turn your head to him.

–As I thought, my things were moved to the forgotten hall. You can stay here or come with them with me.

–Uh, I don't really want to stay in a place where it's so quiet... shouldn't you at least have servants? Taking care of such a place alone is quite difficult.

–Battle mages don't need servants. We have magic. Cleaning in such a big place for many years perfectly increases the magical reserve, – the demon nods towards the door, waiting for you to come out. Then he locks the room.

You walk with Kalego through the corridors before exiting through the back door. You can see a pretty nice building ahead, and you can barely restrain yourself from hitting Naberius on the shoulder and saying that the last one to reach is rotten algae. (You hold back because you know that the demon will overtake you).

So, after another high metal door, you find yourself in a huge hall with high ceilings. Kalego cute sneezes from dust. While you are dying standing still, Naberius walks towards the boxes lying in the far corner.

–By the way, why is this place called the "forgotten hall"? That is… I can see the dust here perfectly well, but why did you abandon this place?

–Previously, the Naberius clan was closely connected with the aristocracy, we held balls here. Then there were fewer and fewer carriers of our blood, we distanced ourselves from social life, and this place began to be used as a warehouse, – saying all this, the demon took out some things from the boxes.

–But why don't you clean up here anyway? You have magic and everything.

–We decided to leave this job for our future children, – Kalego says in the most bored voice. You cough awkwardly, pretending to be afraid of dust.

So, Kalego finally finds his suit and rolls it into a roll, putting it in a bag. You propose to go back to school. But it is at the moment when your foot is outside the room with high ceilings and large windows, the rain begins to pour sharply so hard, as if someone knocked over a bucket of water upstairs.

You open your mouth to say something, but Kalego gently returns the lower jaw to the upper one. He turns you around a hundred and eighty degrees before saying that you may not even think about going somewhere.

–Can't you use magic to create a sort of barrier over us? – you ask, looking at the now seemingly rather boring hall.

–We won't be able to fly in this rain anyway. So you can explore every corner here. And if you get cold, – his cheeks turn slightly pink, – I'm always ready to cover you.

You already feel that you are freezing, so you jump into the arms of a demon. He carefully holds you in a cage from his hands for a while before taking off his outer clothing and placing it on you. Kalego, with a calm face, as if it had not suddenly become damn cold in the stone hall, goes to the boxes and continues to prowl there.

You jump from tile to tile before you start climbing to the high stage. Pushing aside the cloth, you find an old piano covered with dust. Sneezing, you unwittingly attract the attention of Kalego.

–Are there any musical instruments left there? – he asks in surprise, walking slowly towards you.

–Yes. Do you think it works?

–Try pressing the keys.

You obey, and Naberius winces in agony.

–It is not only not configured, but also broken.

–So I can't count on playing on it?

Kalego nods.

You're awkwardly marking time before you ask:

–Since we have time... why don't we repeat the dance?

–I thought you were tired of our rehearsals for this month, – Naberius looks at you with a slight playfulness.

–Yes, but... we're performing the day after tomorrow, and I don't want to let the kids down. And is it so difficult for you to dance with me?

–No. But do you remember under what conditions I will do it?

–Now you're definitely crazy! They'll see me!

–It's raining heavily outside, my brother is at work, my uncle is cooling off somewhere, and my parents have gone to visit relatives. And as I said, demons protect their property. I won't let anyone even lay a finger on you.

You stand there a little more awkwardly before walking to the edge of the stage and starting to get off. Kalego quickly reaches out to help you. Before the dance begins, the demon hugs you, simultaneously removing your ring and hiding it in his pocket.

Naberius hums a melody, leading you in a dance. The rain pouring outside the window responds to his melody and sings along.

For the first time, dancing... doesn't bother you. At some point, you completely forget that you are actually training and put your head on Kalego's shoulder. The noisy rain sings a wonderful lullaby, and soon the demon starts just swinging with you in one place, enjoying the warmth that your body gives.

At some point, you and he simultaneously move their heads and meet eyes. Naberius smiles at you with his rare and therefore special smile. You watch his wrinkles disappear when he looks into your eyes.

The rain continues to drum on the roof and roll down when the demon awkwardly bends down to press his nose against your nose. You giggle at his sudden embarrassment before standing on your toes and pressing your lips to his.

Kalego hugs you tighter before gently stroking your cheek, brushing against a non-pointed ear. His lips are a little cold from the temperature in the hall, and you hurry to warm them with your own. The kiss is soft and slow, but with every second you feel Naberius relaxing more and more.

When the demon slowly moves away from you, you begin to kiss his cold cheeks with a contented giggle before wrapping your hands around his face and pulling him back to you.

Kalego has never felt such warmth before. His heart had never ached in such a wonderful and pleasant way.

When you pull away from Naberius, it's no longer raining outside. You want to free yourself from hugs and go to a warm house to continue cuddling on the bed, but suddenly two large wings close you from the whole world. You want to ask what happened, why Kalego suddenly tensed up so abruptly and tries to put a ring on your finger as the door opens. A tall figure with long hair casts a shadow, a tired and surprised voice whispers:

–Younger brother?..

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–Holy Demon King! – you fall behind your desk, moaning. Putting your face on a tree, you involuntarily yawn and close your eyes.

–What happened? – one of your colleagues asks, leaning on the wooden surface and looking at you with a quiet chuckle.

–My legs are so sore after last night with Kalego-kun.

All the teachers in the room immediately fall silent, because the door opens and Naberius enters the room. The demon immediately distracts from his documents and looks at everyone with disbelief.

–Why are you all quiet?

–Ha, I didn't know you were one of those demons that could do this when you could be discovered at any moment, Kalego-kun.

–No wonder he has the whole room stitched with sound suppression spells!

–Oh, oh, I saw him closing his windows with curtains yesterday and a few days before that!

Several demons laugh, but Naberius frowns and does not understand anything.

Kalego comes up to you and pokes you in the forehead a couple of times. You raise your head and look at him questioningly.

–You, pervert, translate to me what our abnormal colleagues are saying.

–Ah?.. – you blink your eyes sleepily, not understanding what they want from you.

–Wow, and I thought that Kalego-kun would be like this!

–Damn, I lost you a twenty!

–What's going on here?!.

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