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dotster001 · 10 months

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Message in a Bottle

Summary: Floyd x gn!reader Floyd has been your best friend through all your adventures, and you always knew he would end up back under the sea. But now that Jade has decided to stay above ground...

A/N: this is loosely based on this song, which plays at work constantly 😂

You hadn't seen Floyd in two months. Him being in his fourth year internship was definitely hard. You missed him every damn day, and he didn't always remember to text you.

But here you were, the night before his graduation, sitting with your feet in the lake, throwing rocks like old times. You'd both used up all your news, and now were just sitting quietly together, throwing rocks.

Eventually, you couldn't hold back the question anymore. The one you'd both avoided discussing.

"So, what are your plans for next year?"

You looked at him out the corner of your eye, as he grabbed another rock, and threw it, pointedly staring at the lake.

"Jade's stayin' on land. He wants to keep doing research."

"Mhmm," you hummed, hoping to encourage him to continue.

He sighed heavily, leaning back on his palms, as he turned to you.

"I was always set to inherit the family business anyways, but with Jade stayin' here…it'll be just me. So, my parents want me to go home and begin training."

He stared at you, seemingly waiting for something.

Something you knew that you shouldn't give, for both your sakes.

"That's nice. I'm sure you'll do great."

His eyes flickered, and he looked back at the lake, splashing the water with one of his feet.

"Yeah," he said halfheartedly.

You both said nothing, the silence saying more than words could.

"When do you leave?" You choked out, your heart cracking with the question.

"Right after graduation. Pops is getting old, and he wants his people to start respecting me," he threw another rock, this one much more forceful, making you wince.

"Would you…" he started but trailed off at the end, the two of you holding your breath.

He abruptly hopped up.

"I'm bored, let's go to the party Azul's throwing!" He grinned excitedly, as he yanked you to your feet, pulling you after him. Both of you laughed hysterically, completely forgetting the shoes you'd left by the lake.

….

"So, has Floyd told you yet?" Jade asked, as he sipped a glittering purple drink.

The two of you stood at the back of the lounge, sipping drinks, as you watched Floyd entertaining a crowd of soon to be graduates with his dance skills.

"That he's taking over the business? Yeah," you said, trying to keep the sadness out of your voice.

"It's not like you'll never see him," Jade said with a smirk.

"He made it pretty clear to me a year ago that he'd be basically stuck in the sea. Tomorrow might be the last time I see him. Ever."

Jade swirled his drink, not making eye contact, as he thoughtfully asked, "Have you told him?"

"Told him what?" You snapped, tired of Jade's mind games.

"That you love him, of course, fu fu fu."

Your eyes flickered to Floyd's just in time for him to look over and wave at you, playfully.

"I don't-"

"Lying to me is futile, Y/N. My entire job as Azul's voice housewarden is to be the best at getting information."

"How about you go under the sea, and stay there forever!" You snapped, leading his infuriating smirk to deepen.

"That would definitely make you happy, wouldn't it? Unfortunately, I can't do that, and Floyd must go home. What are you going to do about it?"

You stared at Floyd, watching as he picked up Epel, a poor unfortunate bystander, and started bench pressing him, to the applause of his enthralled audience, and the curses of Epel.

Your eyes burned, and your throat choked up, as you whispered, "Nothing."

Jade choked on his drink, and looked at you with wide eyes.

"Sorry?"

You drained your drink, and handed him the empty glass, turning on your heel and leaving the lounge.

This was his destiny. He'd always been forthright with you about that. You were just some magic-less human who'd appeared in his life out of nowhere. There was so much the both of you could say…

But, deep down, you knew you'd just hold him back.

….

"So, this is it, huh?" You asked softly.

Floyd stood in front of you, holding his degree in one hand, fiddling with his robes with the other.

"Is it?" He genuinely seemed distressed at your question. "Aren't you coming to the after party?"

You had a lot of friends graduating this year, but the idea of having to see Floyd for one more second hurt too much for your heart to handle. Your friends would just have to deal.

"No, I made plans, I'm sorry," you said.

He stared at you, his eyes hollow. You looked over his shoulder, an attempt to fight the stinging in your eyes.

"Wow, okay, gonna be like that, huh?" He laughed self deprecatingly. "Can I at least squeeze ya, before I never see you again?"

It wasn't like Floyd to ask permission. He was more of a ask for forgiveness kind of guy. You wordlessly opened your arms, not trusting yourself to speak.He rushed in, holding you firmly, but not too tight, a hand on the back of your head, gently pressing your face to his chest.

"Write to me, will ya Shrimpy?" He whispered.

You snorted, "I'm not magic, remember? Any letter I write will get wet and torn to a million pieces. Besides, it's not exactly like you have an address, at least not one I could use and feel safe that your 'competitors' won't try and find you"

"Put it in a bottle. Chuck it in the ocean. I'll get it eventually," he laughed, nuzzling the top of your head.

You could have stood like that forever with him. The scent of his cologne, and his natural sea air scent eased your aching heart, even just a little bit.

"Floyd, we have a schedule to keep," The booming voice of Mr. Leech filled your ears, wrecking the illusion. Floyd groaned and let you go.

"Don't forget to write. You promised, remember?" He said it threateningly. Like he had to threaten you. You nodded, and he cupped your cheeks, whipping a tear you couldn't hold back away, with a gentle stroke of his thumb.

Mr. Leech placed a hand on his back, and escorted him out, making a short stop to collect Jade.

You watched even after they made it out of the door. And then you couldn't hold back anymore.

….

He'd be gone by now.

You sat at the edge of the lake, your feet in the water, half heartedly throwing rocks.

Would he throw rocks by himself now? Was there even an equivalent to it under the sea?

Maybe he'd find someone else to throw rocks with…

You sighed, glumly, and kicked some water up. You laid down, and tried to rest your eyes. You'd gotten little sleep last night, only able to think of his arms around you.

Even now, it was plaguing you. Would he find someone else to wrap in his arms like that?

You sat up suddenly. You couldn't let things end this way.

You ran into Ramshackle, and quickly found a pen and a piece of paper. You scrawled your note, and rushed towards Heartslaybul.

Deuce and Ace would still be there, because they had to help with final cleanup. Conveniently, you bumped right into Deuce as you stepped into the mirror, making him splash you with the soda he was holding.

"Y/N! What-"

"I need this!" You grabbed the bottle, and chugged what was left, before sticking your note in it.

"When do you leave?" You asked, trying to clear the headrush that consuming soda so quickly gave you.

"I was going to head out in an hour. Why, what's wrong?"

"I need a ride to the beach?"

"Wha-"

"Please, Deuce," you pleaded, and his face softened.

"Alright."

Moments later, you were on his light cycle, and he had rushed you to the shore.

"How long do you need?" He asked.

"I'll be quick," all you had to do was chuck the bottle. He promised it would get to him someday. It was his own fault if "someday" never came.

Deuce nodded, and waited on his bike. You walked to the water, and breathed deeply. Sevens, why did it have to smell like him. It wasn't fair to your heart.

You gingerly held the bottle, and said a silent prayer to the Sea Witch, hoping her benevolence, and her ties to the sea, would help you, if nothing else. You threw the bottle as hard as you could, and only watched long enough to see it land in the water.

You exhaled an anxious breath, and turned on your heel.

You'd made it two steps when you heard a splash.

"Shrimpy!!!!"

In shock, you turned, and saw Floyd waving the bottle over his head. When he saw he had your attention, he rushed forward, beginning his transformation to human before he had even fully reached the land.

He ran at you, swooping you up, and spinning you around.

"The actual fuck, Y/N? Why couldn't you have just told me you loved me yesterday?" He said, his tone trying to convey irritation, but his joyous laughter taking all the bite from it.

By now you were soaked from Floyd and his sobbing wet hair and body…and you noticed that in his excitement he'd forgotten something.

"Floyd! Where are your clothes?"

"For sevens sake! Clothes are a land dweller concept! And who the fuck cares, anyway! My shrimpy loves me," he cupped your face, his eyes and his grin so tender it was overwhelming.

"You were really gonna let me be alone forever, huh?" He whispered, his eyes tearing up.

"I figured you could move on," you whispered, your own tears rising.

"Not from you," his voice cracked. "I'm gonna have to punish you for making me wait. Maybe I'll make you be my pillow for a week…dunno, doesn't matter. What does matter, though, is" he took both your hands in his, and looked deep into your eyes.

"Come with me."

"I didn't graduate, remember?" You felt the sadness coming back.

"No, but you have your internship this year. Do it at the museum, and live with me. Then when you graduate we can get married and…."

"Slow down! We're not even dating yet!" You said, laughing in disbelief.

"I don't care! Dating is boring, I'd rather be your husband," he muttered as he swept you back up in a hug. "So come with me, and don't you dare say no."

He started to walk back towards the water, you still wrapped in a hug, and you shouted, "Wait, right now!?"

"When else?"

"I can't breathe under water!"

He groaned, and opened his mouth to say something, when,

"Y/N is everything okay? You've been taking for- oh sevens! Floyd, what the fuck man, where are your clothes?" Deuce shouted.

Floyd started to make some vulgar jokes, while Deuce had a complete meltdown. You took the moment to snuggle back into Floyd, to breathe in his scent, and just feel full for the first time in a long time.

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thisfairytalegonebad · 6 months

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Body Modification - Whumptober day 18

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Character: Gladiolus Amicitia (/Ignis Scientia) Rating: Teen and up Warnings: None

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Ignis frowns when the meeting request pops up in his email inbox. It’s from Gladio, it’s several hours long, and it’s a recurring event spread out over months. The first one spans this entire Friday afternoon until well into the evening, and of course, Gladio did not include anything that would hint at the nature of those meetings.

It wouldn’t be anything concerning Noct, they both prefer to discuss those things over lunch or perhaps over drinks on an evening out. And other than Noct, they don’t have anything to do with each other in a professional sense, so it has to be something personal.

None of the meetings are scheduled on days Ignis isn’t free - Gladio must really want him to be available for them.

Ignis knows Gladio sent the meeting requests like that to rile him up, make him curious, and it’s working, but he’s not about to let Gladio have that victory, so he leaves the email unread, the request unanswered, and Gladio to stew until further notice.

By three in the afternoon, Ignis caves.

You [15:07]: Alright, do share. What are those mysterious meetings?

It’s not long before he gets a text back, and he’s a little embarrassed by how quickly he’s picking the phone up to check.

Gladio [15:18]: Curious are we? :p

Gladio [15:18]: Accept the meetings and I’ll tell you

Ignis rolls his eyes and leaves the requests for a little longer, but ultimately he sighs and accepts them anyway.

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“Will you tell me what this is all about?” Ignis asks, slightly annoyed, as he follows Gladio to their mysterious destination.

“You’ll see,” comes the infuriating answer, and Ignis can only hope that there is a point to this.

Finally, Gladio comes to a halt in a Galadhian neighbourhood, in front of a…

“A tattoo studio?”

Gladio rubs the back of his neck, a bit sheepishly.

“You know the traditional Amicitia tattoo?”

Of course Ignis knows it. The tradition itself is a bit outdated by now, and it hasn’t been a requirement for Shields in a few generations, but many Shields still chose to get their devotion and loyalty permanently inked into their skin. As a child, Ignis once caught a glimpse of Clarus Amicitia’s tattoo and remembers being fascinated by the sheer size of it.

“You’re going to get it?” Ignis asks. It’s not really a surprise now that he thinks about it. Gladio is practically made for a big, impressive tattoo, but he’s never mentioned wanting to get it done before.

“Yeah,” Gladio grins, and only now Ignis notices that he’s both giddy and nervous. “They recommended I bring someone, just in case I keel over or something. You in?”

Ignis rolls his eyes. “Of course. But you could have simply asked, instead of turning it into a guessing game.”

“And miss out on the fun of catching you off-guard? Nah,” Gladio waves him off, motioning for Ignis to follow him as he pushes open the door to the studio.

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During the first part of the appointment, Gladio is busy wrapping up the final design with the artist, so Ignis busies himself around the store for a while. There are plenty of photos of previous clients’ tattoos hung up all around the place, evidence of the artists’ skill.

Apparently, Gladio’s tattoo artist, Olivia, is the niece of the man who did Lord Amicitia’s piece, and her style seems perfect for what Gladio has in mind.

His tattoo is going to be a giant eagle, spanning the entirety of his back and wrapping around his shoulders, down the arms, and onto his chest. Already from the stencil, Ignis can tell that it is going to be a very impressive piece - and very painful to sit through.

Gladio is hiding his nerves well, but Ignis knows him well enough to tell that he is indeed nervous, but that’s hardly a surprise - anyone would be. More than anything, though, he seems incredibly excited, and his enthusiasm is rather contagious, and Ignis finds himself equally excited for him.

Finally, he settles himself on the couch in the corner of the studio and gets out his laptop. If he’s going to be here all afternoon, he could at least get some work done.

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Gladio is handling himself great, all things considered. He keeps making idle small-talk with Olivia, and Ignis is honestly impressed.

At one point, he closed his work files and browsed the internet for information on back tattoos instead, and what they all seem to agree on is that they hurt a whole lot. Watching Gladio now, Ignis can tell that he’s in pain from the way a fine sheen of sweat covers his forehead and his breath keeps hitching ever-so-slightly.

But he seems to be more or less alright, so Ignis keeps himself busy on his laptop while occasionally throwing a glance Gladio’s way, until he realises he hasn’t heard a peep from him in a while.

Looking up, he discovers that Gladio has his forehead pressed into the massage table and is breathing deeply, evenly in a very deliberate way that Ignis immediately recognises as a breathing exercise they’ve been taught in Crownsguard training.

He puts his laptop aside and makes his way over and, after Olivia assures him he won't be in the way, he pulls a chair up to the table and reaches for Gladio’s hand.

“Alright?” he asks, rubbing his thumb across the back of Gladio’s hand in a circular motion.

“Fine,” Gladio grinds out, not lifting his head. “Just, fuck, a shitty spot right now.”

“Yeah, sorry, this is gonna hurt like a bitch for a while now,” Olivia agrees. “You’re doing great, though. Just let me know if you need a break.”

Ha, Ignis thinks, as if Gladio’s pride allowed him to call a break if he’s anything short of passing out.

Ignis is a good friend, though, and so he keeps a close eye on Gladio while holding onto his hand, and when it starts to look like Gladio really is close to passing out, Ignis calls the break for him.

“I’m fine,” Gladio argues, but neither Ignis nor Olivia believes him so he reluctantly does take that break before he lies back down on the table.

Olivia doesn’t send Ignis away, so he stays where he is and reaches for Gladio’s hand again, and Gladio squeezes his fingers briefly before he goes back to the breathing exercise and lulls himself into a near-meditative state.

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Over the next few sessions, it becomes an unspoken agreement between them that Ignis will take a seat next to the table and hold Gladio’s hand as long as he’s not in the way.

Gladio handles it well for the most part, but sometimes when the pain becomes too much but he won’t take a break yet, Ignis just talks to him to try and give him something else to focus on, and when even that doesn’t work anymore, he makes him call a break.

During Gladio’s second-to-last session, Gladio jokes to Ignis, “You should get a tattoo as well, if you’re already here.”

Ignis is silent for a beat too long, and Gladio immediately picks up on it. He lifts his head as much as he’s able to in his position and peers at Ignis.

“Wait, are you actually considering it?”

Ignis clears his throat, a bit embarrassed. It’s, well. He hasn’t exactly been planning on getting a tattoo himself, but all the sessions they’ve spent here have left him somewhat curious.

“Perhaps?” he admits. “I am… not opposed to it.”

Olivia perks up. “You can go talk to Adrian over there if you like,” she says, nodding towards her coworker behind the desk. "He's free today, you can talk things over with him."

“Iggy, you’re serious?” Gladio demands, eyes wide with excitement. “That’d be awesome, not gonna lie.”

“I only said that I wasn’t opposed to it, not that I'd get one,” Ignis argues, but he does get up to go talk to Adrian.

Just to talk about a few ideas.

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“Are you gonna tell me what you’re getting?” Gladio asks as they leave the studio that evening.

Ignis, after having quietly talked to Adrian so Gladio wouldn’t hear a thing for nearly an hour, he’s got an appointment on the same day Gladio is scheduled for his last session.

“Absolutely not,” Ignis says gleefully, “You’ll just have to wait and see.”

Revenge for the mystery meeting requests? Perhaps.

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The downside of getting his tattoo at the same time as Gladio is that he can’t soothe Gladio through the final stretch of his piece and he doesn’t have anyone to hold his own hand as he gets his tattoo done.

It’s very small compared to Gladio’s, but according to Adrian, the ankle is one of the more sensitive spots he could’ve chosen, and he’s certainly feeling it.

“You good, Iggy?” Gladio calls over to him. His artist is working on his arms right now, so he’s sitting up instead of lying on his stomach, but Ignis had Adrian deliberately work on the station furthest away from Gladio so he wouldn’t see until the tattoo was finished.

"Peachy," Ignis says, hissing as Adrian passes over a particularly bad spot. Now that he's experiencing the pain of a tattoo first-hand, he's even more impressed with Gladio's enormous piece and the way he was able to bear it.

Finally, Ignis is done and Gladio still has about an hour to go, so he wanders over to show Gladio his new tattoo before Adrian covers it up.

“Twin daggers?” Gladio asks, in awe as he inspects the piece.

“My own daggers,” Ignis corrects with a smile. The tattoo is gorgeous - Adrian has outdone himself and Ignis loves it already. “I’ve had Adrian design it after the ones Noct gifted me after I passed my Crownsguard exam. Do you like it?”

“It’s beautiful!” Gladio promises. “Sword and Shield, huh?”

“Indeed.” Ignis' smile widens. He’s never doubted Gladio would pick up on the significance of the design immediately. The eagle for the King’s Shield, daggers for the Sword. A reminder that Noctis has both of them, always, that they've got each other, and the proof of that is now permanently etched into their skin.

It’s a rather beautiful thought.

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natashawritesstuff · 2 years

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enemies to lovers hits

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How to put it lightly? You fucking hate Suna Rintarou.

You’d think because you’re both volleyball players you’d get along. Wrong. The third-year vice captain proves to be the most infuriating person you’ve had the displeasure of meeting. It started back when you were first years.

“Alright teams,” Coach Kurosu’s voice echoed throughout the gym. He plastered on a smile for the girl's and boys volleyball team, for the group of teenagers including you to stare back at him unamused. His smile drops. “There’s a schedule posted for gym times, stick to it. At unofficial practice times, the court comes first come first serve. Play nice. I don’t want to hear any trouble.”

“Yes, sir,” both teams begrudgingly agreed.

Weeks later, you and some of your teammates were in the gym practicing when the doors loudly swung open loudly, following the entrance of the Miya twins and Suna.

“Get out,” Atsumu ordered.

“Excuse me?” your friend, and team setter Rai, asked with a sarcastic smile.

“Get out,” Atsumu repeated.

“Listen here blondie,” Nyoko, the libero chimed in, “I’m not sure if the bleach went to your head and messed up your already defected brain, but it’s a free day, and we were here first.”

“Let’s just go,” Osamu suggested.

“Are you kidding me?” Atsumu growled.

“Yes, listen to smart brother, who clearly got more oxygen in the womb,” Nyoko added and Rai high-fived her in approval.

“No, coach said he doesn’t want any trouble,” Osamu recalled and Suna scoffed which caused your eyes to dart over towards him in the corner.

“Then they should just leave,” he muttered.

“What was that?” you asked.

“You guys should just leave. We’ll probably make better use of it anyways.”

“You’re Suna right?” you wondered as you stepped closer and he did the same.

“Yeah.”

“Thought I recognized you, you’re that benchwarmer with the floppy hair.”

“Yeah, and you’re a spiker? A pretty good one, sad no one comes to your games to see.”

“I’d rather be good for no one than sit on the bench for an audience.”

“Audience, you do know that word.”

“You know you’re a di-”

“Okay! Let’s just go,” Rai said.

“What? No, we were here first,” you reminded her.

“Listen to yer friend,” Atsumu mocked and your blood boiled.

“Whatever.”

You grabbed your things and just as you headed out you turned around, and you swore, you saw that floppy-haired dick smile. And from that day on, you knew, you’d never hate anyone more.

“I’m gonna kill you!” you screamed, barging into the boys team practice.

“Should we-” Osamu began to wonder but Aran cut him off, “let them tire out,” as by then the two of you were second years and everyone knew of your dynamic.

“Calm down,” was all he said.

“Calm down? You tore down all of the flyers for our game day, no one showed up!”

“What’s the difference?” he asked, not even giving you his full attention as he rifled through his duffel bag.

“Looking for something?” “My knee-”

“Knee pads?” you finished his sentence for him and he looked up. “Check the trash you piece of shit.”

You stormed off and passed by Coach Kurosu who eyed you down as he asked, “do you even remember what I said? “No trouble, yeah. Good luck at nationals benchwarmer! See?”

You were fuming for a week, especially since your team, unfortunately, did not make the qualifying round. The whole week surrounding nationals you were holed up in the school gym, spiking till your hands were raw. You hit the ball loudly against the wall and waited for the sound of it to rebound but strangely, it never came. You turned around to see Suna holding the ball with his lazy eyes and floppy hair, which dropped lower than usual.

“Hey,” he all but whispered.

“Hey.”

Suna went by the wall you previously abused and slid down.

“I- I’m sorry, you guys didn’t make it.”

“A whole crowd of people, watching us fail.”

“You didn’t fail, you’re not a bad team, they’re just- better….this time at least,” you said, trying to be comforting as you sat down next to him.

“....same with you,” he mumbled.

“What?”

“With your game, sorry you lost…I guess.”

“You didn’t have to add that I guess.”

“Whatever.”

You two sat in silence for a few minutes before you admitted, “you know, you’re not too bad, benchwarmer.”

“You either, Y/N.” You’re not sure what it is but something about how the way he says your name, and for a moment, just a moment you think-

“This doesn’t make us friends.”

“Oh of course not.”

And the lesson of second year, was that maybe, just maybe Suna didn’t have to be someone you hate, maybe even someone you lik- tolerate.

When you're in your third year, you are made captain and Suna is made vice. So often when discussing overall club matters you find yourselves seeking out the other.

“I mean if you need more team bonding, tell Tsumu to host something. We have team sleepovers once a month you know,” you told him as he walked you to your locker. You put your backpack inside, and traded it out for your volleyball bag.

“And that’ll work?”

“Like a charm…or not who knows,” you joked.

“You’re not funny,” he said unamused and you rolled your eyes as you headed to the gym.

“I gotta go, we have to do our team rituals before our season opener.” “Last one, huh?”

“Yeah, kinda relieved honestly. Last time getting excited for a season of no one watching you play.”

“Y/N I was kidding-”

“You were right, no one watches. It’s fine though, it’s not like I’m captain or anything.” You laughed, trying to hide the tears welling up in your eyes. “Um, good luck with your bonding thing though, really.”

That night you and Rai, who is now vice-captain, spend fifteen minutes hyping up your team, getting them ready for the game. When you’re through the morale is high and everyone seems ready to play. You all head out into the gym, you leading the group only for you to stop in your tracks when you see it: a crowd.

“Are we in the wrong gym?” Nyoko wondered.

The stands were packed, you’d have thought boys team was the one on the court with how many of Atsumu’s fangirls were present. The student section was filled to the brim and at the back of was the boys volleyball team themselves, Including Suna himself. You stared up at him with a confused smile and he was too far away to make it out for sure but he mouthed something, and it looked a lot like the word bonding.

For a moment, a small one, a microscopic, millisecond, you thought maybe, you didn’t have to hate him after all. Maybe you could be friends, and maybe, you could be more.

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LOCATION — [REDACTED] DATE — April 14th, 2024. SELF-PARA

The stupid girl had laughed.

Maybe that's what had pissed her off enough to strangle her in the end.

"Do you know who is Yves de Metz?"

"No." A sleepy snort. "Who's that?"

Silence settles in the dark of the bedroom. The window is cracked open, but even the outside world is still, apart from the occasional vehicle in passing. Nicoleta takes in the unfamiliarity of her surroundings once more, beginning to feel restless.

"Do you know who is the boss of Vixen?"

A yawn. "Everyone knows Cecelia and Charlene."

"Who are these two? They are both boss?"

The redhead stretches her willowy limbs against the tangle of bedsheets, then turns to face Nicoleta, propping her chin in one hand. "Something like that. Though recently it's been mostly Cecelia. Word has it she's making up for lost time or something. Not that I mind, personally. People tend to like her better... She's the nicer one."

Cecelia. She internalizes the name and meets the redhead's gaze. "I want to speak to Cecelia. How do I do this?"

The woman responds with a laugh that pops out the dimple in her cheek. "How would I know? I already told you I go for the shows and the punters, I don't care what happens behind the curtain."

"They must have office behind curtain. Where?"

That infuriating giggle again. "You can't just march into Vixen and ask to speak to the boss. It doesn't work that way!" She reaches for Nicoleta's hip, a playful pout on her lips. "Why do you want to meet her, anyway?... You wanna fuck her? Ain't I enough?"

But she slaps the hand away, no longer playing the game. Reaching for her discarded t-shirt, Nicoleta pulls it on. "She must have house somewhere."

"You didn't even know who she was five minutes ago. How can you be so obses-"

"Cecelia. What is her last name? You never say this." The Romanian flips her hair from under the shirt and reaches for her underwear. "Answer question, it is easier this way."

"No! You're being weird now. Like I know we just met but-"

"What is last name?"

"What's your problem?? Can we get back to the part where we-"

Changing tactics, Nicoleta widens the scope. "The French that go there. There are mobsters, da?... You know any ones? Give me their names."

That laugh again. Pretty, incredulous. "You're crazy. Like actually fuckin-"

"Names."

The redhead tries to get up but the Romanian snaps a hand around her arm to stop her. "I don't remember any of their names!! And they wouldn't talk to you anyway, did you see the people in that club?? They're made of money. Let me go!"

"Tell me Cecelia's last name."

"Fuck yo-"

For all that she lacks in height, she makes up for in agility; turning lightning fast to pin her companion to the bed again, in much less pleasing a manner than the first time around. "Give me last name."

One last laugh, a little crazed this time. It continues to ring in Nicoleta's ears long after it's stopped. "She wouldn't give you the time of day, either!! You're fucking delusi-" The accusation's cut off abruptly as a hand clamps down over her airway.

"Last name."

The woman begins to thrash and buck wildly. The contempt in her eyes turns quickly to fear, to desperation, as she tries to gasp for breath. Saliva's beginning to pool out of the corner of her mouth. A wheeze, a sputter. "Hatha-... Ha-Hathaway."

Finally, Nicoleta has what she wants. Finally, she can stop.

She doesn't.

#everyone has moody days #self-para #April '24

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e-adlirez · 4 months

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Okay so this is a part 2 to @echoflare841's question because I quickly realized that this is gonna be one helluva mega post if I slapped it all into one post. You might wanna sit down for this one, and uh, if you wish to maintain your innocence and not develop a whole new infuriation towards Scholastic for being so damn slow with translations, then uh, this is your chance to leave and keep Pandora's box unopened, I'll see you when my brainrot allows me to actually do something ^^. Here's a little guy to take with you on your travels.

Still here? Aight, cool. Buckle up.

Scholastic currently has five of the Thea Stilton series translated to English for us to consume, and that's 36 books in the main series, 19 books (on paper) in the Mouseford series, 9 special editions, the Treasure Seekers trilogy, and four Classic Tales. (The graphic novels were released by Papercutz, a company independent of Scholastic.) Now, if we're gonna tally up EdiPiemme's arsenal of Thea Stilton books (and I do mean arsenal), one thing you're gonna have to remember is that Thea Stilton itself is a franchise, not a series. Yes, the Thea Sisters are the spotlight in most of these, but there are some series that fall under the Thea Stilton franchise that are rather different and simply are an extension of the Geronimo Stilton Literary Universe.

Anyway so with that, this is what EdiPiemme has in Thea Stilton books, as of 2023:

59 books in the main series (Avventura)

61 books in the Mouseford series (Vita al College)

12 special edition books, plus the Treasure Seekers trilogy

12 Classic Tales or Libri del Cuore (they did Jane Eyre ya'll as a ninth grade Jane Eyre fan I am surprised)

11 Heart Detective books (Detective del Cuore, basically the girls open up a hobbyist detective agency dedicated to the romantic, the infatuated, and the people who are too shy to confess to their crushes. They play part-detective, part-matchmaker in helping two people who have crushes on each other get together. I think. The detective agency tho I'm very certain on, it's the cutest thing they've done so far)

5 Secret Diaries, just some extra content in the form of a diary all five girls share. Stuff about their lives you don't get to see in adventures that much, and it's cute :D

5 Secrets of the Thea Sisters -- i-it's just five kids' activity books but Thea Sister-themed and also some lore

3 books in Sirene, which is a fantasy thing where the Thea Sisters find a magic link in Whale Island that leads to a mermaid kingdom :D if you felt clickbaited by the special editions because they don't actually have the girls become fairies or something, then Sirene actually has them turn into mermaids for their time in the Cobalt Kingdom :D

23 books in Incanto-- it's a KoF spinoff that follows a group of KoF princesses and princes trying to save it from uh big baddies :D

3 books in Three Girls in the Court of King Arthur, once again another spinoff that circles around three lady knights in King Arthur's court hoping to save the world from Morgana and her mysterious Silent Knight

3 Adventures Through Time, yes the girls get to travel back in time, but it's more magic than science and there's an emphasis on some historical girlbosses

6 Stars Academy books

2 books in The Roses and the Spades, which is a sequel to TGitCoKA

1 SuperSisters book, which is basically a superhero book for the Thea Sisters so they can kick ass and stop having villains roll nat20s in intimidation--

2 Cases in Progress, an ongoing series where the girls are investigating some funky cases detected by an algorithm Paulina's invented that searches the internet space for funky anomalies and weird shnit to investigate

1 book in Spectralia, where three hooman girls get Jumanji-ed into a board game and they gotta Jumanji their way outa there, I only learned about this just now while doing research and it's an interesting premise :3c

And I think that's it? There's one choose-your-adventure type thing where you get to investigate with the girls on a case relating to a crown, but that's about it I think. I dunno, EdiPiemme and the Thea Sisters' blog's catalogues have been a mess since they updated the visuals on both, so I unfortunately can't say for sure if I got all of them or if I missed one because my original sources missed them, but eh. Anyway uh, hope you have fun with this new knowledge :'D

#geronimo stilton #thea stilton #thea sisters #questions with e #hey if all else fails now you are free to express your frustrations on it and grieve with us on the lack of content we English speakers hav #if you decided to let sleeping dogs lie #then I hope you enjoyed the bord #he's a familiar from a roleplay server I'm in #he's my son <:]#if you chose to read on then uh enjoy the information you now have?#the next maneuver can only be to #what the hell scholastic

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einsteinsugly · 5 months

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Can you please write a drabble with Leah calling Jackie out on the way she treats her like shit and favors Kate over her?

1994. Oil and Water.

Breakfast is tense in the Forman abode. Even bacon, pancakes, and eggs can't thwart the looming doom they all feel, in their bones.

"I don't want to go." Leah angrily stuffs a glob of pancakes into her mouth. "Aunt Jackie's a big jerk."

But Donna isn't having it, at all. Perhaps she can try to get them both to get along, by force of hand. "Leah."

Leah isn't having it, either, firmly shaking her head. "She should just go with Kate. She likes Kate."

"She has a point. Maybe Jackie can go with Kate instead." Eric nods, in agreement, but Donna kicks him. Taking a move straight out of Jackie's playbook. "Ow."

Usually, Eric is the dutiful diplomat. But when it comes to Jackie, all bets are off. No one turns their nose up at his daughter, even if Leah turned her nose up first.

But Donna, on the other hand, is particularly wary of both Leah and Jackie's antics. Maybe shoving them together on a shopping trip, with Donna and James as the calming forces, will do the trick.

So, she's quick to dutifully retort. "No, they need to figure out how to settle their differences..."

Leah obnoxiously cuts her off, stubbornly sticking out her tongue. "No, I don't."

"No, they don't," Eric defensively agrees, "They don't even like being in the same room as each other."

Leah nods, holding up her pinky finger. To signify a pinky promise. "I'll scream, just like I did when I was a baby."

Kate finally pipes up, albeit reluctantly. "You're still a baby."

"Uh uh!"

"Uh huh!"

"Uh uh..." Jackie appears in the doorway, with James trailing behind. Two tiny pawns, in Donna's chess game, and true to form, Leah screams bloody murder.

"Oh my God. It's the same scream as..." Eric's eyes widen, nearly plugging his ears, notably horrified. "You know when Laurie used to scream and pretend I was doing something bad, so I would get in trouble? It's that scream."

Donna simply groans, and Leah leaps off of the kitchen chair, continuing her pinky promise. Screaming her head off, and Donna attempts to drag her off the floor.

"I'm not going." Leah manages to briefly evade Donna's ironclad grip, plopping onto the kitchen floor, criss cross applesauce. "You can't make me."

"She's doing a sit-in," Eric snarkily defends, "She's protesting. You should be proud."

Donna yanks Leah off of the floor, with an infuriated sigh, as the tiny redhead continues to kick and scream. "No, she's just being stubborn."

Eric is less than sympathetic, though, because he clearly remembers Donna at that age. Very, very clearly. When she took a stand, she meant business.

And she still does, as Donna plops Leah back in her seat. And Eric dramatically sighs. "Apple, meet tree."

"Do you really want to go down that road?" Similarly, Donna can recall the Forman rage running through his stubborn veins, once in a blue moon. "I'll run your hypocritical, skinny ass over."

Upon hearing a burn at Eric's expense, Jackie finally joins the conversation, with a dismissive scoff. "She should run your hypocritical, skinny ass over anyway."

Eric feigns a chuckle. "Ha, ha. Very funny..."

Meanwhile, Leah is still having a tantrum, all while trying to evade the scene. "You can't make me! You can't make me!"

Jackie looks at her in not so subtle disgust, with particular ire. "See? We shouldn't go anywhere together..."

Leah finally breaks free, attempting to race through the somewhat unwelcome crowd. Pushing Jackie aside, and lovingly patting James on the shoulder, before letting out a rebel yell.

"Yeah. You're a big jerk, and a big ass!"

"No, I don't have a big ass," Jackie haughtily proclaims, "It's in perfect proportion to the rest of my body!"

#that 70s show #that 90s show #eric and donna #eric forman #donna pinciotti #jackie burkhart #jackie and hyde #leah forman #james hyde #my fics #my ficlets #i answer a thing

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torra-and-the-toons · 5 months

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Heya! For the ask game, 2,3 and 16? For ed edd n eddy :)

Hi Mystic!!! :DD Some Eds comin' right up!

2. a headcanon you weren't sure about at first but have come to like

Hmmmm... I don't really know if this one counts, but the one that immediately comes to mind is the teen/adult Eds and alcohol/drugs, particularly weed. And it's not that I hate weed or people who partake, I just got so TIRED of always seeing the Eds smoking or drinking something, to the point that it felt like that's all people viewed of their potential older selves. Like, to me there are other rebellious things they could do too, like tattoos, piercings, petty theft etc, it just annoyed me to no end that it was always drugs, if that makes sense? Edd especially used to infuriate me because he's such a goodie two-shoes as a kid, there's no way he'd even think about such activities! But over the years I've seen pretty compelling explanations so I don't really view it like I used to, but it's still not my favorite thing, which is why I'm not really sure if it counts, but I'm writing it here anyways because it's all I thought of lol.

3. a character that fandom has helped you appreciate

Probably the strongest with Kevin. He's conditioned to be unlikable in the show, so it's no wonder I never cared for him growing up. But since being in the fandom I find him to be one of the most fascinating characters outside the main trio next to Jimmy, but Jimmy came to me all on his own, it was the fandom that got be to appreciate and understand Kevin.

16. a tiny detail in canon that you want more people to appreciate

I honestly couldn't think of anything clever but I really enjoy when Eddy is just carried like a sack of rice, make Eddy more portable. Carry him in your mouth like a misbehaving kitten. Wait, no!! I thought of something, but I'm not erasing that text because it made me laugh writing it. It's been a while since I've been really active in the eene fandom so I can't remember if there was a lot of this then, or if there is now, but I wish people would explore Edd and Jimmy's friendship more. Jimmy has always been softer on Double Dee out of the three Eds (well, everyone has let's be honest,) but "Fistful of Ed" really solidified their friendship for me. The fact that it was Jimmy who saw through Double Dee's stroke of bad luck is still one of my favorite parts of this show. I always thought Edd and Jimmy would have a special friendship going on separate from their own respective friend groups. Of course Edd will always have Ed and Eddy as his main pals, and Jimmy has Sarah. but there's something about Edd and Jimmy just hanging out and helping one another with problems they can't otherwise go to their main friends with is so heart warming to me. Love me some platonic Jimmy and Double Dee.

Thanks for stopping by! Always great to see ya :D

#torra answers #fandom ask game #ed edd n eddy

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lady-merian · 11 months

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3-5, 19, 20, and 23 for the Book Asks, please?

3. a popular book that you love.

Lord of the Rings would be a fairly typical answer from me, but it’s almost too easy. Same for Narnia. You know about The Hunger Games already too. I just finished the first book in the Brother Cadfael series and loved it, (well, mostly,) does that count? ;))

4. A popular book that you dislike

;)) you already know how I feel about Till We Have Faces so how about Scarlet by Marissa Meyer? Of all the Lunar Chronicles books, (excepting Fairest, which is undoubtedly worse but I think I’m not alone in thinking so, so I’m not sure it counts) this is the one I like least.

5. A book you love that it seems like no one else has read

The Hood trilogy by Stephen Lawhead, Tahn by L. A. Kelly, A Cast of Stones by Patrick W. Carr, Journeys to Fayrah by Bill Myers…

19. A book that’s not well written that you love anyway.

Patrick Carr’s second series, The Darkwater Saga, has some areas where he could’ve used a beta reader who didn’t know the answer to his mysteries to point out where he was too vague. The detective main character (technically he’s a Reeve but he’s a detective type) often came to conclusions and forgot to give the reader the necessary information to understand their importance. (It’s a darker series than the other trilogy I mentioned above, I can’t wholeheartedly recommend it, but I’m nonetheless thinking of rereading at some point just to see if I can catch his meaning on some things any more clearly than last time.)

20. A book that you enjoyed, but barely remember.

Adam of the Road. I remember that I liked it a lot, so much so that I bought a copy for myself even though we owned a copy, but I can not remember what it’s like. It’s on my tbrr list (to be reread). Also Treasures of the Snow, by Patricia St. John.

23. A book where you disagree with one of it’s messages, but still enjoy it.

This maybe doesn’t fit the answer, but this just reminded me of a book that had a really cool premise and a great execution of part of this premise, but a pacifist message that relied wholly on someone else committing the deed that the protagonist wouldn’t do (because it wouldn’t be turning the other cheek) in order to not have evil win. Infuriating book. I can’t be sure whether I would still be as intrigued by the premise (people hunting the Firefish, which seem to have been based off of the leviathan in Job, ostensibly for the meat but in reality for the skin, which was a flexible but very tough armor) knowing that this incredibly limited understanding of turning the other cheek was not something the protagonist overcame or was meant to overcome in the book, but I still like the idea of what the firefish were.

#Same as you said.. let me know if any of these answers are cheating xD #Books #book asks #ask games

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camzverse · 2 days

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CASSIDY MICHAEL AND ROXY!!!!!

YAAYYY

sorry for answering like two weeks late btw 💀💀💀💀 ignore rhattt

(i wanted 2 do all three but like theres practically no canon information about cassidy.. this shit a travesty forreal. like what do we even know about her besides some logbook and ucn stuff. Sighh............ so just mikey n roxy i GUESS)

michaelllll

favorite thing about them: either the way he just watches that little vampire soap opera every night (So silly) or the fact he can draw. his little drawings in the logbook...

least favorite thing about them: him being a little BITCH in fnaf4. he was straiggt up INFURIATING. if i ever encountered 1983 mike its ON SIGHT

favorite line: "he tripped and fell on freddys teeth not our fault" <-ITS SO FUNNY TO ME WHAT IS HIS PROBLEM . that or his whole "i should be dead but im not im going to come find you" speech it was pretty cool tbh. he ate

brOTP: Does he even have friends. wait do him and helpy count theyre so silly. freak corpse father and little toy bear son... im not sure what does and doesnt count as a brotp lmao

OTP: dont really care that much for shipping him but jeremike is soo fun :3 i like them

nOTP: ummm idk i guess just. Not the icky stuff yk. cant really think of anything else

random headcanon: i personally lov the idea that he kinda designed foxy. like he came up w the idea in like a drawing. i think its neat

unpopular opinion: idk exactly how unpopular this is but ive seen a loott of people saying it and. i dont think mike was mean 2 evan bc elizabeth died and he took it out on him or Whatever tf it is people think (i also dont even think she was dead at this point. imo) i think he was just mean bc. he just was mean yk. he just enjoyed being mean to ev and scaring him. as older brothers often do. i just dont think there was some deeper reason i really believe he was just being mean for the sake of fucking w his sibling. side note i dont think he ever wouldve taken it as far as the bite incident on his own i think that was jst a special case bc his bullying was being super enabled by his equally dickheaded friends. ykwim? not like he wasnt at fault he absolutely was but like i think it was a mob mentality kinda thing. if thta even makes sense. Anyway

song i associate with them: cop car by mitski.... something something "i will never die" Also michael afton + dog metaphor makes me insane

favorite picture of them:

he is Lookingg..

roxyy!!!

favorite thing about them: i LOVE her design. and also her personality. shes just a really cool and interesting character as a whole i like what theyve done in creating her. Ok thats not really a fav thing ermm im gonna go w her design cuz it goes so hard

least favorite thing about them: shes a gregory hater and i cannot get behind that !! Sorry queen u fell off

favorite line: def either "sign up today and be a WINNER! nobody likes a loser 🙄🙄" (i love the way she says it its so funny 2 me) or "i remember because you are number one—twice :)" (aww CRIES)

brOTP: do her and cassie count. Theyre everything. i really do not think i am understanding brotp correctly but its not like theres that many options either. whatevr. OOHhhh yk what i really fw roxy-freddy friendship. their dynamic intrigues me....

OTP: also not big on shipping for roxy but i yhink roxica is cutee ^_^

nOTP: umm i have no idea actualky. lmao

random headcanon: she is a #lesbian she kisses girls shes a big fan of women etc u get it. also hc that when kids go in her green room and they play the racing arcade machine she starts backseat gaming them like crazy . shes just mad she cant play the game herself lmao

unpopular opinion: umm i dont think i really have one Question mark.. tbh i feel like people dont talk about roxy that much so im not sure what Is a popular opinion. people should talk about her more shes interesting

song i associate with them: what you waiting for by gwen stefani!!!!! actually bc of that one roxy drawing u made that had that song LOL

favorite picture of them:

shes so cool..

#cam.txt

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delphi-dreamin · 2 years

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Classics

Pairing: Satan x Delphi (AFAB, she/her)

Warnings: Public sex (RAD library after hours), stress relief, unprotected, pet name: kitten

Word Count: 1.2K

A/N: I knew I'd finally get around to writing this one! It's not quite what I'd anticipated. But I think I'm happy with it? Anyway, enjoy. (And happy birthday, Satan! 💚)

It had been an infuriating day. She'd missed breakfast, gotten in trouble for being late to her first class, gotten detention for something that she hadn't even done, and to top it all off, Lucifer was in the human world on business for Diavolo. By the time she's out of detention, Delphi just wants the day to end.

She can feel Satan's pact mark burning on her outer thigh and she clenches her jaw. She doesn’t even want dinner at this point. She just wants to go home and go directly to bed. It’s finally the weekend and she doesn’t even have any homework to complete for the next week. She can go home and just shut out the rest of the world.

She doesn’t expect to be pulled into the RAD library by a hand that shoots out of the door as she passes by. She also doesn’t expect to be pinned to the wall by the circulation desk by a very red-faced Satan, his eyes glowing green in the low light. By now everyone else should have left. So why is he still here?

“Do you know how much your rage affects me?” he snarls, his own barely contained.

Delphi nods, whispering, “I remember. I felt it when we formed our pact.”

“I’ve been here for hours trying to distract myself from how angry you’ve been all damned day,” he grits out, clenching one claw-like hand into a fist at his side, still holding her in place with the other.

“Well, I’ve been angry all damned day,” she sighs. “I didn’t have breakfast, I was late to class, and Mammon got me detention. I’m so sorry for inconveniencing you.”

She tries to free herself from his hold and turn away, but he holds her firmly against the wall. With a sneer, Satan says, “Oh no, you aren’t going anywhere. Come with me.”

He takes her wrist and drags her into the stacks, passing by shelf after shelf full of ancient tomes. Delphi jogs behind him barely keeping up, each of his long strides equaling three of her own. She tries her best, but she’s winded by the time he comes to a stop in the literature section. Satan releases her wrist to select a book from the shelf, handing it to her with a wry grin. Delphi looks down at the title and frowns. The Odyssey by Homer. It’s one of her favorite epics, sure. But why is he giving it to her?

He drags her further into the stacks until they reach an isolated study carrel, stacked with books and papers. She looks at him with confusion and annoyance.

“What are we doing here, Satan?” she huffs. “And why did you give me this book?”

“It’s one of your favorites, isn’t it?” Satan asks, a smug smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Yeah?”

He continues, “And Lucifer is currently in the human world, isn’t he?”

“You know he is,” Delphi snaps, crossing her arms. She’s getting tired of this game already.

“So you have no outlet for all this wrath you’re experiencing,” he concludes. “We’re going to fix that.”

Delphi rolls her eyes, dropping the book onto the carrel. “And how exactly is The Odyssey going to vent my wrath?”

Satan grips her chin, bringing his face nearly close enough to touch the tip of his nose to hers. “Lean over the desk and spread your legs,” he growls.

Swallowing thickly, Delphi complies. She rests her forearms on the desk, her back arching so that her stomach rests on the wooden surface, spreading her legs wide. If it were earlier in the day, she would be embarrassed, wary that someone would walk by to find her in such a compromising position. But it’s well after hours and the fire in her belly rages still, fury churning within her like a storm-tossed sea.

“Start reading,” Satan commands as he pushes her panties aside, running a finger between her folds. “Out loud.”

Taking in a shaky breath, Delphi opens the time to the first page. She clears her throat before beginning, “Tell me, o muse, of that ingenious hero who traveled far and wide after he had sacked the famous town of Tro-hoy!”

She gasps as Satan roughly thrusts into her, his normally gentle hands gripping her hips almost painfully under her skirt. When she doesn't resume her narration, Satan hisses, “Keep reading, kitten.”

Delphi whimpers as he begins to move, slow but hard, slamming his hips into hers. She continues, “M-many cities did he visit, and m-many were the nations with whose manners and c-customs he was acquainted; moreover he suffered much by sea while trying to save his own life and b-bring his m-men safely home; but do what he m-might, he couldn’t save his men, for they p-perished through their own sheer f-fo-holly-!”

A particularly hard thrust sends her sliding further onto the desk, her loud moan cutting her reading off mid-sentence. She takes a moment to catch her breath and find her place in the passage.

“Folly in eating the cattle of the Sun-god Hyperion; so the g-god prevented them from e-ever reaching home. T-hah…tell me, too, about all these things, O daughter of Jove – oh, there! Right there! – from whatsoever source you may kno-ohh…them.”

Delphi pauses reading to grip the edge of the desk, a loud moan ripping from her throat as he hits a particularly deep spot. She cries out, her voice hoarse from how dry her throat already is, “Fuck, Satan! Harder!”

The Avatar of Wrath happily obliges, slamming into her harder until she’s screaming with every loud snap! of his hips into hers. Her mind goes completely blank as she rolls her hips back to meet his, tears forming in her violet eyes. The only thing she can think of is her own pleasure, grabbing one of Satan’s hands from her hip and bringing it between her legs. She nods into the desktop, whimpering as his nimble fingers tease the fire from her belly to a searing point deep within her that his cockhead continues to pound into over and over.

“So…close,” she pants, resting her head on the desk. “Satan, I’m so close-!”

“Then come for me, kitten,” he growls in response, gripping her hip tighter.

“Oh, fuck-!” she cries, her hips stuttering erratically as the incandescent heat washes over her, whiting out her vision and sending her head reeling. Satan continues to work her through it, until her knees give out and she collapses fully onto the desk, supported by it and his hand on her hip. As the fluttering of her walls slows, Satan pulls out, pumping himself hard and fast until the backs of her thighs are dripping with his cum.

After a few moments, he readjusts her panties and pulls out the study carrel’s chair for her to sit in. Satan brushes Delphi’s hair behind her ear, smiling down at her. Softly, he asks, “Feel better?”

She nods, a hazy grin on her lips as she responds, “Much. Though I’m a bit sticky.”

Satan chuckles, ruffling her hair. “I’ll go get some damp paper towels. You rest here.”

As she watches him retreat back into the stacks she finds herself thinking, Okay, so maybe the day wasn’t all bad.

Taglist: @ariamichel @leavesandflowers @sparkbeast20 @sassykattery

#obey me #obey me satan #obey me satan smut #obey me satan x oc #mc!delphi #hope y'all like this one #it's not as filthy as i wanted #but my brain is mush rn

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generic-whumperz · 7 months

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Not much has been revealed yet about The Aid's backstory, but you mentioned in your intro that he chose to sell himself into domestic slavery due to a family tragedy, which is deliciously intriguing. Can you tell us anything else non-spoilery about his background and his life before? Bonus: Does he have a name? Did he have one?

Omg, thank you so much for the ask and interest in this little story of mine! 🥹

I’m so glad you found that bit about an undisclosed family tragedy deliciously intriguing, that’s exactly what I was going for!

Yes I can elaborate ! So I don’t know how much of his previous life he remembers yet or how much I will explore his past since he basically has trauma brain and had blocked a lot of his past out. That, and well, his “before life” was basically when he was just a kid and teen. But before all the drama and misfortunes, he came from a really good solid family, with married parents, an older sister, and a younger brother. He had a good childhood and was a very happy, well-taken care of kid.

(More background about his life before below)

School: He was a straight-A student, had a solid friend group and was a nerd. He never had to try really hard, things came to him naturally and he was one of those infuriating people that never had to study for a test and just had a knack for remembering information. He was also a theater nerd and loved working on props and setting the scene. He also strikes me as someone that was in some school clubs and helped put together fundraisers for underfunded school programs. He was in sports and did track & field, basically he’s like a “cool nerd” type because he kinda rubbed shoulders with everyone.

Social life: I don’t know much about D&D, but he gives me the feeling that he was his friend group’s DM and hosted all the games at his house or did thematically coordinated outdoor sessions (he may have even LARP’ed too close to the sun 👀 was that a thinly veiled hint that partially led to the tragedy he blamed himself for?)

His nerdiness does spill over in his adult life in the form of his love for board games that he likes to play with Madame Sullivan, or his interest in trivia games or trivia game shows.

He’s a very neat and tidy person and loved to put up seasonal decorations and set the ambiance in Madame Sullivan’s home. He loved to play host when Madame Sullivan had over guests and he was known for his hors d’oeuvres and deserts. He’s used to be being well-liked and appreciated, it also doubles as his character flaw since he’s constantly seeking approval from those around him and thrives off of external validation.

I would consider him more of an introvert than an extrovert, but he is very extroverted and enjoys company. But he also doesn’t have a problem with being alone since he always finds away to make himself “busy”- in whatever way that may be.

Career: He chose his slavery position based on his natural talents and his already chosen career field which was going to be something in medical/ nursing or social services/ non-profit outreach. He knew he wanted to help people, so that’s why he chose the Domestic In-Home Care Aid position. He isn’t big and tough nor does he have a desire for romantic intimacy or serving as a personal companion for to someone who would probably want more than he would be will to give, so he felt that he really only had one option anyway.

Character traits in the story: So obviously he had a very nice and fluffy life and even got lucky with his first posting and developed a familial relationship with his master. Bad things aren’t supposed to happen to people like him- only they do.

We have a good sense of who he used to be, but he starts to loose himself even before he sells himself, but he is desperately holding on to his former self while in service under Madame Sullivan. Which I would like to point out is the child-version of himself. His young adult years are obviously very strange, but in a way he gets to prolong his youth because he’s living with a maternal figure and doesn’t have to deal with any really adult-life things. He’s kinda infantilized himself in a way (he later realizes this and sees how problematic he was, but also he was dealing with trauma and was young so we can’t hold it against him) which stunted his own personal growth, but he also uses this as a method of self-sabotage because he doesn’t think he deserves to live a free, happy life.

This story is about a lot of things, but his character journey is at the heart of it. He has to grow up, face and make peace with his past, heal his inner child, confront his current tormenter, survive and recover, (and escape?!) and decide who he is- not what he is to other people. I guess in a way, it’s a fucked up coming of age story and maybe even a cautionary tale. And with undertones of commentary on the patriarchy and failed capitalist society that turns humans into commodities, of course.

Name: Yes he has a name! Ironically I kinda tease at the idea of him having a name or not in the next part (that I still haven’t finished and posted💀), but I think it will be awhile before we learn his real name. Wyatt just calls him “Mutt” or “Aid,” or whatever rude/derogatory term he can think of on the spot.

#whump stuff #The Aid #Generic Writez #whump drabble #whump oc #oc background #oc backstory #whump writing #whump blog

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arcsin27 · 1 year

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until atlus and/or perfect games corrects me im holding onto the theory that p5x is about akechi wishing he could go back in time to undo everything hes done and have another chance at a normal life (with ren maybe? "if only wed met a few years earlier").

maybe as a disguise, a desire for a completely fresh start, or thats just what he looked like back then, akechi appears as a second year with shorter red hair.

akechi is wonder. they have a few minor visual similarities (black outfit with a high collar and red lenses over the eyes of the mask, and both their actual eyes are reddish). also, we know that wonder was responsible for some big "choice" that caught luffys attention. in this theory that choice was to either create or enter this new reality. this would also explain that rumor a while back that we're getting an akechi spinoff game

but the time travel (er i suppose dimension hopping, whichd explain the altered signs and landmarks around tokyo shown in the trailers) was unstable or it fucked up or something, and now time is all outta whack. a la spiderverse, the various times and universes are converging, and people from across existence are appearing in p5x's tokyo.

this is your gacha system. whos gonna pop outta the wormhole? buy currency and maybe the next arrival will be yosuke hanamura! or maki sonomura! or akihiko sanada as a sees member! or akihiko sanada as a shadow ops member! i mean, the universe is falling apart anyways, might as well take advantage of the cracks in reality and enlist some help from fellow experienced persona users if you can pull them from the lootbox.

im not sure about every detail of this headcanon though. would akechi remember the past year? was it a conscious choice or an accident? who sent him here? maruki? philemon? and why is his outfit so different from both forms we saw in p5?

also DISCLAIMER: i know this wont happen. wonder really doesnt look that much like akechi the longer i look at him. thisd be really dumb and out of left field (hell, as much as i love persona 2 innocent sin, that games universe hopping time travel shit was lowkey infuriating), and it relies heavily on the ending of another game that it clearly has very little to do with. im also not great with characterization and symbolism so its very possible and even highly likely that this plot would undermine a lot of akechi's personality and development in royal. like yknow not wanting to leave his true reality even if the other one can give him everything he wanted. so if this is the actual plot thatd kinda be terrible, this is more of a crack theory or really just a fun fanfic au idea :)

#persona 5 #p5 #persona 5 the phantom x #p5x #longish post #akechi #crack theory

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drewsaturday · 4 months

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~disclaimer i have not studied esperanto since i was like 14 so i do not know what i am talking about when i start touching it being vertumna's language and the possibilities that stem from that, and i also just generally do not know what i am talking about!~

anyway dys' name is so infuriating because even if besk was immensely fucked up why would you name your child dysthymia.

like i straight up think it stands for something else and she said it as a joke for instance to hear when she assumed dys was too young to remember, or tang said it as an insult or dys just made the assumption or someone logged it in his medical records wrong.

but the problem with all that is "dys" as a pre-fix... is going to make any word it's attached to bad??? because it literally! means bad.

SO part of me does want to just remember the colony language IS esperanto and maybe there's something there?

like apparently in esperanto "dis-" as a prefix is about separation/scattering.

if you look at besk's name, aka arabesque, one meaning is intertwined. tangent can refer to a divergence, or a straight line in specific math concepts that touches a curve. (although she may have changed her name with her transition i believe i remember a writer saying no alternative name existed for her.)

so tbh, at least ignoring that the other names would also need esperanto equivalents for this to make any sense, i'm gonna go with dys' name being directly an esperanto word because 1) it fits those themes WAY better, and 2) Do Not Name Your Child Depression.

anyway here's a list of esperanto words starting with that prefix to mine from.

options from it that fit the family's names that do not sound totally mean to give to a child. again, i may be copying things over wrong and i'm not copying every connotation, this is mostly for me please do not use it as a concrete guide!! -

disdividi - to partition (divide)

disdoni - to distribute

disfali - (NOT REALLY A NICE ONE BUT IT STILL FITS) to collapse or fall apart

disigi - to disjoin or separate (tbh, some of these also work if you see them as names specifically for twins, and he and tangent may have easily been identical)

disiĝi - to become divided into two (see the above note ;lkjaskdjlf)

disĵeti - to scatter

disligi - to disjoin

dispeli - to disperse

disporti - to bring around or distribute (i know it probably doesn't have the connotation of roundness that "bring around" could evoke, but since tangent's math context is that the line touches the line of a circle i do like this matching it!)

dissemi - scatter

disvastigi - spread or disseminate

disvastiĝi - become spread out/widespread (LIKE BECOMING ONE OF THE GARDENERS.....)

disvastiĝo - distribution (and like.... distribution is technically a math term, but i have no idea if the same would apply in esperanto)

disvolvi or disvolvigi - to develop

ultimately it's hard because the game is in english, so you can assume the english words for the character names would also be translated into esperanto like their dialogue. so the other option for this would be to find something in esperanto that sounds like their equivalent (like the esperanto word for depression, then work from there) but like... idk esperanto man.

it's rough because google translate gives "distimio" for dysthymia but i don't trust google translate, and i'm not sure what esperanto dictionaries are good either. i feel like those kinds of words may not have specific equivalents anyway.

so if you look at esperanto words for depression, you get

"depresio/deprimo" but "dep-" words tend to be negative overall from what i've seen so let's not go there.

and "krizo" which is a bit more in-line with a general crisis but still fits

the thing is krizo CAN mean turning point! which i like, even though its connotations are that of a crisis! so maybe there's something there that still fit's besk's rough mental state but she instead thought having kids would make her less lonely, maybe her kids were a turning point in working on herself, etc, but she still failed.

(again i am not an expert in esperanto i am going off of wiktionary and esperanto dictionaries i do not know the validity of DO NOT TRUST ME.)

the other idea is that everyone's speaking esperanto but their names are actually in english. ik it's an assimilationist colony so they probs wouldn't! but it would give an excuse to have words that are separate from their day-to-day words to use as names. maybe that's where some of dys' own confusion about it stems from because his mom used a diff convention for him for some weird reason.

(maybe you could even argue their names are all in esperanto, but dys's is in a totally diff language that isn't even english. maybe it's the native tongue of that guy besk left back on earth but she had to lie and pulled DYSTHYMIA out of thin air so she'd still be allowed to do it. i do not know enough languages well enough for something to click for me here.)

basically i'm just jumping through hoops to fix what may have easily been an intentional decision from the writers for reasons i do not agree with, because that is all i exist to do.

#iwatex tag #if this game is what forces me to start esperanto attempt 2 electric boogaloo im going to lose it #ALSO SPEAKING OF DYS' NAME I REFUSE TO PRONOUNCE IT DISS. he is Dice to me.#and maybe im onto something there. (i am not.)#anyway this is literally just 1 long ramble i paused every 2 seconds to go google shit for #pls do not take it like a scholarly guide #correct me where im wrong for the sake of anyone who may want to pull inspiration from it but ajklsdf #pls dont be a dick

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"Sinful Desires" - Chapter 22

Aemond has no idea where he is.

Or how long it has been since he left Harrenhal and fled on Vhagar's back.

The lands closest to Harrentown had suffered his wrath, fields and houses burning with dragonfire, people fleeing their homes in terror, vast areas of forest completely destroyed under the relentless breath of his she-dragon.

But it changed nothing.

By the time Aemond becomes aware of his surroundings again, Vhagar is eating some kind of animal that she has just charred with her breath. The sunlight hurts his eye, and the prince has to make an effort to keep it open, as he tries to sit up without losing his balance.

He has a vague recollection of giving up control to his dragon. He had felt the rage they both shared, Vhagar's impatience, the desire for revenge that had consumed him before... fortunately -or perhaps not- he let her take the reins of the flight and after that he doesn't remember much. He does not recognize where he is, though it is clear that he is still somewhere in the riverlands.

His stomach growls as he takes a few steps toward Vhagar, though the thought of eating seems ridiculous to him. He doesn't even remember the last time he fed. What is the point anyway? Aemond never considered himself a person prone to self-destruction, until he felt the true pain of his losses.

But he still has many vendettas to collect.

Helaena.

Daeron.

Jaehaerys

Maelor.

Alyssa.

A part of him, the one he usually goes by, the instinct and the drive and the need to spring into action, wants him to get back on Vhagar and go straight to Dragonstone or King's Landing or wherever he can find his half-sister or his uncle.

The other part, one that sounds too much like Alyssa's voice, reminds him that there is still something for him to consider. Rather, someone. His niece Jaehaera. His little girl is the only thing that has prevented him from carrying out his craziest plans. The idea of leaving her alone at the mercy of such a cruel world is inconceivable. Jaehaera is the only reason for him to push the pain aside, so he can get rid of the people who see her as a threat.

The sound of some branches breaking puts him on alert. Aemond turns quickly and scans the forest, trying to figure out where the noise is coming from. Or if he had perhaps imagined that something was breaking.

"Could be scouts," he thinks as he reaches for the dagger he always carries on his belt, "Or it could be..."

"It's just me, my prince"

Alys Rivers emerges from the forest and walks directly towards Aemond, although she keeps a safe distance, as if she fears that at some point he will throw the dagger at her. Her eyes as black as two coals, however, seem to scan his face before smiling mysteriously.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he asks, confused, though what he really wants to know is how she found him.

“The fire always tells me what I want to know,” she replies in that infuriating tone of hers. Aemond begins to lose patience. He doesn't want that woman near him, he doesn't feel like putting up with riddles or insinuations, she seems to sense it because she says, "I have an important message for you."

"Words of my uncle?" asks as he watches as she takes out a small piece of paper from her skirt pocket.

She hands him the message without replying. Aemond snorts before taking it, unfolding it and reading its contents.

A lump form in his throat as he recognizes the letter. And then rage flows through him, and in two strides he reaches the woman and carelessly grabs her arm, “Witch, where did you get this? What kind of game are you playing?”

"No game," she replies calmly, "I'm just a messenger."

“Don't lie to me, Alys Rivers,” he hisses, “Who gave you this letter?”

“The same person who wrote it, your princess”

"She's… that's not possible," he replies, clutching the dagger.

"Is it?" she asks in a teasing voice, “Your princess arrived in Harrenhal a couple of days ago. And now she enjoys the hospitality of Lady Sabitha Frey, who is already planning what she will do with your Alyssa and with the silver-haired little boy who traveled with her."

Alyssa. His heart skips a beat. She couldn't be alive, could she? And who was that little boy with silver hair? Could it be…?

"She died in the riots at King's Landing"

Alys shrugs, “See for yourself. Fly to Harrenhal and find out, if you don't believe me."

"Is this a trap?" The woman may well be in cahoots with his uncle Daemon.

“Would that stop you for wanting to make sure? Do you have something to lose?”

No. Not really. And maybe this is the moment he gets revenge.

"If you are lying to me, I will return to feed you to my dragon"

She just smiles mysteriously and slips out of his grasp because he's already moving towards Vhagar, who seems to understand that the situation is urgent, because she pushes her food aside and takes off as soon as Aemond sits on her back.

“To Harrenhal,” Aemond orders.

***

Lady Sabitha is inspecting her guard's training in one of the courtyards. Alyssa sighs as she listens to the woman make a disparaging comment to one of her soldiers. Aegon, who is playing with a rocking horse and imagining it to be a dragon, clings to her hand as the horses begin to neigh, the dogs bark desperately in the kennels, and screams come from outside the castle.

"What in the seven hells is going on?" Demands to know Lady Sabitha

"Dragon!" Aegon exclaims delightedly in his squeaky little voice.

"Yes, sweetheart, I know you're playing the…"

Alyssa stops talking as the silhouette of a dragon casts her huge shadow across the courtyard. Her heart is pounding and her eyes quickly scan the sky, observing the majestic creature that flies over the castle.

"I don't know that dragon," Aegon says, calling for her attention.

“It's Vhagar,” Alyssa replies with a huge smile on her lips and relief filling her chest.

"It cannot be"

Lady Sabitha looks desperate, terror on her face as her men flee, leaving her unprotected, "Bloody cowards!" she yells, though no one seems to pay any attention to her and only a couple of loyal ladies remain by her side. The woman turns to Alyssa, “You! You have something to do with this…”

“I advise you to choose your next words carefully, Lady Sabitha,” the princess cut her off, “Prince Aemond is quite protective of me and can't always control his temper. If you promise to cooperate with our cause, I can sweeten the way you have treated me these past few days."

“Never, girl, I'm not an oath breaker,” she assures before turning her back on Alyssa, and running into the castle.

Alyssa doesn't even bother to follow her. Her eyes are on the dragon that has now perched on one of the castle battlements. The princess tries to step back so she can make out the figure of Aemond descending from the saddle, but she can't. Still, she knows he's here, that she'll see him in just a few moments. She wants to run to meet him, she wants to meet him halfway, but little Aegon still holding her hand won't stop whispering, his eyes on Vhagar, his laughter flowing as he listens to the dragon roar.

"Alyssa"

Someone calls her name. He calls her name. Her heart stops momentarily when she turns and she sees him, standing under one of the huge arches that mark the entrance to a castle hall. Her smile widens and a heavy weight seems to leave her body as he takes a few steps toward her, the dim winter sunlight illuminating his figure.

She can't hold back anymore and runs towards him, nearly making him lose his balance and fall as she hugs to his chest, happy tears streaming down her face. He seems almost as desperate as she is, holding her close to his body, as she feels his hands bury in her curls and his nose draw in her scent.

"Is it really you?" he says she almost in a whisper

Alyssa wants to laugh, but she stops herself and lifts her face to his scowling, “What kind of question is that? Of course, it's me! I'm here with you,” she takes his hand and places it on her chest.

He sighs when he feels her heart pound under his hand. “I thought you had…,” he shakes his head, “I only heard that your mother managed to flee the city, they didn't say anything about you”

“Yeah, well, that was…”

"Is this my new uncle?"

Alyssa is startled and pulls away from Aemond to turn to her little brother, who is watching the tall figure of the prince with open curiosity.

“Yes, sweetheart, I'm sorry, this is your uncle Aemond,” she says after clearing her throat and wiping away her tears, “Aemond, this is my little brother Aegon.”

So this was the boy Alys had mentioned. For a moment, a brief moment, Aemond had thought that perhaps the news about Maelor had also been a lie and that Alyssa had managed to escape with his baby nephew. A foolish idea, now that he thinks about it.

“We are actually cousins,” he points out as he observes the familiar features of the little boy.

"Why do you wear that?" He asks, pointing to the leather eyepatch.

Alyssa tenses and looks between the two of them, not quite sure what to say. There are a few moments of silence, until suddenly Aemond speaks.

“Because I lost an eye,” he says simply, his good eye staring at the boy, who seems to be struggling to understand what he's been told, so his next question doesn't surprise him.

"How?"

"In a fight"

“Mother says I shouldn't fight, she says it when I fight with my little brother,” he comments wrinkling his nose.

Aemond doesn't know what to say to that. Alyssa pales and her eyes darken.

"Can I see your eye?" the boy follows, oblivious to his sister's discomfort or how uptight his cousin seems

“Aegon, no, sweetheart, you shouldn't ask that kind of things,” Alyssa chides.

Vhagar roars then, perhaps sensing her rider's discomfort.

"Is that your dragon?" wants to know Aegon

"She is my dragon, yes, her name is Vhagar"

"Wow," Aegon smiles and looks up at the ancient beast, "She is big, so, so big!"

“She is the largest dragon in the world”

Alyssa stops herself from rolling her eyes as she takes in Aemond's satisfied expression. Aegon keeps asking questions and Aemond doesn't seem to know which one to answer first.

“Calm down, Aegon,” Alyssa lowers to her brother's level, “Aemond is going to tell you everything you want to know, but now…”

"I want to fly on the dragon!" demands the boy

“Not now,” his sister replies.

"Alyssa, please, I want to fly!"

"Aegon, I said no."

"But..." the little boy starts to pout.

“I'll let you take a ride with me if you help me clear this castle of the scum first,” Aemond interjects, “It's a job for a knight, are you up to the task?”

Aegon's face lights up and he walks directly towards Aemond, coming up to his side and extending his little hand towards him. The prince seems to hesitate for a few seconds, but in the end, he takes his hand.

“I think you two will meet little resistance on your adventure,” Alyssa comments, “Lady Sabitha and her cronies fled as soon as Vhagar appeared in the sky.”

"I know, I was tempted to order her to burned them all"

Alyssa gives him a hard look and follows them into the castle, "Just for the record, my little brother isn't going to ride your dragon until he's at least three times the size he is right now."

Aemond chuckles and they inspect the castle, though only a few servants remain within the halls. In the end, they discover that Lady Sabitha has fled through the latrines. The ridiculous idea sparks satisfaction in Alyssa.

"Will it be wise to stay here?" she asks once they settle into one the sitting rooms, “It is very likely that Lady Sabitha wrote to Daemon to let him know that I am here. And that I have Aegon"

She looks at her brother, who is playing next to the maid who has been taking care of him for the last few days.

"Let him come then," he replies, "We're going to have to face each other at some point."

"But it doesn't have to be now, it can't be now," she looks at him anxiously and takes his hand, "We've only just met again."

“I know,” he caresses her cheek gently, “I feel like I just got you back.”

His comment reminds Alyssa of what he had said before her brother interrupted them. He had believed that she had not survived the riots in the capital, he thought she was dead, another victim of the war… like Helaena and Maelor.

"What is it?" he asks when he notices the change in her expression, the sadness reflected in her green eyes and the fear that she is clearly experiencing.

She hesitates. Where to start? She supposes that the most important thing will be to apologize for failing him, "I am so sorry, Aemond, so sorry."

"Why do you apologize for?" he questions, confusion in his eye

"Because I assured you that Helaena would be protected if she stayed with me in the castle and… I couldn't do my part, I let her…" She shakes her head, the pain preventing her from continuing as she remembers Helaena's screams.

Aemond seems to notice her distress, but he couldn't move to comfort her. At the mention of his sister, his body freezes. The memories and the pain that he has tried to suppress these days reach his body like waves of torture.

"What exactly happened?" get to ask at the end

Alyssa starts talking and doesn't hide anything from him. She fills in the details of her mother's arrival in Kings Landing, her futile attempts to convince Rhaenyra that the war must end, she tells him of her mother's fury after the dragon riders’ betrayal. And she tells him about Mysaria and her poisonous comments that ended in Helaena's death.

“Then she herself… it was she who decided to leave,” Aemond comments at the end.

"I shouldn't have abandoned her, I should have stayed with her, never let her out of my sight and…"

“Don't blame yourself, it wouldn't have helped,” he replies, squeezing her hand, “Helaena…look what her guilt did to her. Her pain consumed her, I don't want that to happen to you too”

"But…"

He shakes his head, “It is not your fault, Alyssa. I think it would have ended up happening anyway. Those children were everything to my sister,” his voice cracks at the end, his mind adding the infamous White Worm to his list of revenge.

Alyssa sighs, “Your mother is fine. At least she was until I had to leave the city”

“I know,” Aemond nods, “How did you get out? Why didn't you let me know you were coming?"

"Everything happened very fast. Suddenly the people were enraged and threatened to enter the Fortress. It was almost a miracle that Aegon and I managed to get out, although it was Talya who helped us, she led us through unknown passages of the castle and told me to look for you. I had no way of communicating with you."

"It was foolish to venture alone on the Kingsroad" he frowns.

“I didn't have too many options,” she responds, exasperated, “I imagine that Alys Rivers gave you my letter”

“I still don't know how she found me,” Aemond admits, “Vhagar often seeks hidden places to rest.”

“I think she may be a witch,” Alyssa smiles, “At least that's what people around here say.”

“Yeah, I heard the same thing. It doesn't matter, she has proven to be useful and has been loyal until now."

"Why did you leave Harrenhal?"

Aemond offers her a sad smile, “There was no point in continuing in this place. After receiving the news about Helaena and about your supposed death, the grief and anger were too great. I let myself be blinded by my temperament and I could only think about making someone, anyone pay for the pain I was experiencing."

Alyssa sighs and massages her temple with her fingers, "I heard you've been burning towns and farmlands."

“I admit I overstepped,” he replies after a pause.

“Those people are part of your kingdom, Aemond,” the princess closes her eyes for a few seconds and then faces him, “This family has a responsibility and a duty to these lands, and we have failed them. What happened in King's Landing…”

“Barbaric,” he hisses angrily, “Your mother should have ridden her dragon and stopped that carnage. Sometimes the only alternative is to give them fire and blood."

She shakes her head and fights with herself not to raise her voice too high, “My brother Joffrey died trying to do just that. Syrax ejected him from its back and he died from the fall. Violence cannot be the only way to rule. There was peace in these lands before this absurd war started, we must return to it."

"You defend the people who cruelly killed our dragons, creature bonded to our history, our family"

“I defend the people who were dying of hunger, of cold, who felt abandoned by their leaders. My mother didn't help them, you burn their food and livelihood…we have to be smarter and learn from what happened. Right now, those people possess control over Kings Landing.”

"Taking the city back from them won't be hard"

“Keep them subjugated might be,” Alyssa looks at him defiantly, “All these losses can't be in vain. I know you're upset right now, but I also know you're a man of duty. And that duty extends to being a good ruler for the common people.”

Aemond seems to want to reply and continue the discussion, but his features suddenly soften and he just nods, too tired and not in the mood for a fight. Alyssa pulls her chair closer to him and takes his face in her hands, joining their lips in a short kiss.

"I'm sorry about Daeron," she says, still against his lips, "I know he was a good brother to you."

The prince fights the lump in his throat before replying, “He was a fine boy. I am sorry I didn't get to see him one last time."

Alyssa hugs him and he hides his face in the space between her neck and her shoulders, comforted by the smell of her jasmine scent. They hold on for a few minutes, both thinking about their losses, about everything they've experienced. In all that is yet to come.

“What happened to the army that came here with you?”

“Ser Criston led them to the Reach. The plan was to join Daeron and then march on the capital."

"I assume it didn't work"

"Cole is dead," he says ruefully, the scowl coming back to his forehead, "and the men probably scattered across the realm, if they're not dead as well"

Alyssa never gave the knight much thought, though not that she particularly liked him, considering he was a faithful servant of Alicent's. Aemond, however, seems to sense his absence.

"There must be some way to gather the army once again"

“Maybe,” he seems to be lost in his thoughts for a few seconds, “Everything is uncertain right now. I don't even know if Aegon is alive, most likely not," he sighs, "The important thing now is to kill Daemon."

“The important thing now,” Alyssa refutes, “is that we are together.”

"Together," he nods.

For now, they both think without saying it, At least for now.

***

Hours later, as night falls, Alyssa lies naked next to Aemond, hugging his chest and feeling content for the first time in months.

They have gotten their moment of privacy thanks to Alys Rivers, who had arrived at the castle during the afternoon, ready to return to the land that had been her home all her life. The woman, who Alyssa now knows also used to work as a wet nurse, promises to take good care of Aegon.

“Only a fool with a death wish would do this child any harm,” she comments.

The princess agrees with her. Aegon is under Aemond's protection and, being Daemon's son, all Black ally would protect him. So, albeit with some reluctance, she allows Alys to watch her little brother’s sleep. And the most selfish part of her is delighted with the arrangement, especially when Aemond can't stop kissing and touching her, their bodies coming together in a wild and desperate sway.

"Was I too hard on you?" he asks when she moves and a wince appears on her face

“No, no, not at all,” she assures him, “I'm just still sore from riding for so many days, I guess. Also, my head hurts a bit."

Aemond turns to his side and examines her face. Alyssa looks pale, her green eyes show deep circles, and her body is thinner than before. His hands caress her thighs gently and she smiles, though it doesn't reassure him.

"Your headaches are quite frequent these days, don’t you think?" he asks, remembering that she also complained about them when they were still together in the Red Keep.

“It's probably just stress,” she shrugs, “Don't worry about me, I'm fine,” Alyssa kisses him briefly and strokes her fingers over his scar, her light touch tickling him.

“Did Lady Sabitha harm you while you were held hostage?”

“She wasn't nice, but she didn't torture me either, if that's what you are asking,” she clarifies.

“I will settle accounts with her after I take care of my uncle,” he assures

Alyssa shudders. Aemond smiles at her, but without much conviction and caresses her face, "Sleep, my love, you need to rest."

She knows that he is only distracting her, but she is carried away by his soft words, by the warmth of his body, by his hands that possessively draw her towards him and, above all, by the feeling of security that she has when she is next to Aemond.

***

“You will hear from Prince Daemon very soon,” Alys assures the next morning.

“Did you see that in your fires?” wants to know Alyssa

The woman nods and then looks at the princess, a curious expression appearing on her face, but Alyssa doesn't understand it.

"Do the flames tell you the future?"

"Sometimes"

She wants to ask about her and Aemond's future, but her question is interrupted when the latter enters with a letter in hand.

“Our uncle sent me a challenge,” he smirks, “We'll met again in thirteen days.”

Thirteen days. Thirteen days that may well be the last with Aemond. Alyssa swallows and doesn't know what to say, so she stays quiet. The prince does not need her pessimism, it is better to keep her fears to herself.

"Where?" ask finally

"Right here"

Her heart is pounding as she nods, "I guess there's nothing I can say or do to make you give up this idea."

"Nothing," he replies, "You know very well that I have to do it"

"And you want to do it"

Aemond stares at her and takes a few steps to face her, taking her hands and bringing them to his lips, “I trust Vhagar. And you should trust me. Do not be afraid, my love."

“Just remember that I refuse to live in a world where we are not together,” she tells him, “Keep that in mind when you're up there.”

After that, few moments are spent together during the day. Aemond devotes himself to training and flying with Vhagar. Alyssa does her best to keep busy, distracting her little brother from his idea of flying, and helping Alys in her duties as a healer.

At night, on the other hand, they kill their nostalgia and desire by making love. Sometimes they talk for hours. Sometimes they just stay silent, feeling the weight of the countdown.

And though Alyssa would do anything for the deadline to never come, at the end of the thirteenth day the shadow of Caraxes appears before Harrenhal.

“I trust you, Alys,” she tells the woman as she places a sleeping Aegon on the bed. The sun is just about to set on the horizon, but the woman mixed some herbs to make sure the little one slept for a long time. Alyssa wasn't going to expose her brother to see his infamous father, “Take good care of him. I'll look for you in a while"

“Of course, princess,” she replies as she stokes the fire in the fireplace.

Alyssa kisses her little brother and leaves Alys's cabin to join Aemond, who is waiting for her outside.

"Ready?"

She nods and he takes her hand, guiding her to the monstrous figure of Vhagar. Alyssa can't help but flinch as she walks up to the dragon. Many years ago, she abandoned her idea of being a dragon rider and although she knows that it is in her nature to feel an affinity for these creatures, she only feels great fear and respect when she finally gets close to the ropes that allow her to climb onto the saddle.

“She won't hurt you,” Aemond assures, stroking her hand comfortingly, then placing it against Vhagar's scales.

Alyssa feels the heat coming from her body, she feels the fire under her skin and the dragon's heavy breathing. She is a very old beast, full of scars that are easy to appreciate when she is so close. It is imposing. She can't help but wonder how Aemond, when he was so small, could have claimed her as his own.

"Come on, I'll help you," says the prince.

It's a bit of a struggle, but she manages to climb up and position herself as best she can in the saddle. Aemond deftly climbs up behind her and protectively places a hand around her waist, taking the reins with his other free hand before commanding in High Valyrian.

When Vhagar flies, Alyssa can only think about how simple everything looks from below. Although it's not her first time flying, she can't compare this experience to the times Rhaenyra carried her on Syrax's back. Vhagar flies violently, like a force of nature taking her breath away as she ascends, forcing her to close her eyes, too frightened. Aemond seems to notice her discomfort because her hand traces circles on her belly, trying to calm her down.

Fortunately, the flight isn't long, considering they only climbed to the highest battlements of Harrenhal, but Alyssa had wanted to fly alongside Aemond. They had talked about it so many times as children that she had to fulfill that innocent fantasy. Besides, she well knew that it might be the only time she got the chance to do it.

"I'll be back to you, I promise," he says looking at her very seriously after helping her down from the saddle.

She stares back at him fiercely, though she doesn't respond and just nods. She kisses him. One last kiss, a touch more than anything, a subtle caress that is not enough, but that is the only thing they can share at this moment.

A farewell, she notices her as she struggles not to hold on to his hand, and lets him go back to his dragon.

The princess clings to the stone walls and follows Aemond's path in the sky, Vhagar's figure growing smaller and smaller as she flies toward the vast lake that glows orange-red against the twilight, its calm waters oblivious to the fight that will surely soon begin.

For some reason, Alyssa thinks about the gods. Her mind flies to those moments in the sept at Alicent's behest, to the queen’s continuous prayers, to her devotion. Not that it would have done her much good considering half of her children and grandchildren were dead.

Even so…

Even so, the idea of placing her faith in the hands of others, of pleading for mercy and protection for her prince is stronger. Maybe it's simply the need to seek comfort from some higher power, but Alyssa closes her eyes and whispers desperate pleas.

Part of her knows they won't be heard. The gods did not protect her siblings, the gods have no reason to fulfill the requests of a selfish princess who had betrayed her family. Perhaps, as her mind has been telling her for months now, this was always going to be the result. The punishment for her sins.

Alyssa opens her eyes as a roar cuts through the stillness of the air. The two dragons are now in full flight, so high in the sky that they are barely two specks in the distance, though the flames they hurl blaze against the firmament with violence.

She can't stand the roars. The seconds and minutes drag on, her palms smeared with blood as her fingernails dig mercilessly into them, too focused on trying to understand what's going on in the Gods Eye to care about the pangs of pain.

But it's useless. There's nothing to see. Nothing she can do.

A violent dizziness makes her stumble. Alyssa clings to the stone wall and decides to go down and look for her brother, although thinking about it is easier than doing, because with how dizzy she still feels, each flight of stairs is a challenge. Still, she makes it to the yard and practically runs to the cabin.

Alys is still sitting against the flames, watching and concentrating on them, not even flinching when the princess enters. Aegon is still lusciously asleep, clinging to the rocking horse.

The roars are heard as clearly here as they are at the top of the castle and, even with company, the sense of anguish and tragedy does not leave her chest.

"Did I send him to his death?" she finally asks after long minutes

Alys turns to look at her, but her expression is unreadable. Alyssa sheds a tear and her body tenses as a roar of pain fills the air.

"Vhagar" she whispers desperately, recognizing the sound produced by the she-dragon.

She acts on the spur of the moment and storms out of the cabin, running back into the castle in the direction of the stables. A little boy is tending to the horses, but he knows who Alyssa is, so he doesn't object or raise the alarm when the princess takes the reins of a still saddled caramel-colored mare.

She wastes no time and rides in Aemond's direction, urging the poor animal on when she watches the gigantic figure she recognizes as Vhagar plummet towards the lake.

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