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fkinavocado · 5 months

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in which your husband and Harry’s wife dragged you both into a situation you didn’t want to be in, but as it turns out, everything happens for a reason

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Part One/ alternatively, read on wattpad

Part Two (word count: 3.4k)

“Hello?” Harry brought his phone to his line of vision, making sure he’d actually picked up the call, “Uhm,... hello?”

“Hi. Is this a bad time?”

Harry racked his brain to place the person’s voice, the fact that he didn’t have the number saved in his contacts made it even more difficult. It sounded awfully familiar, though… “Oh! It’s you!”

She never did give him her name. And neither did he, come to think of it. He only gave her his number before she got out of his car after he drove her home. Just in case.

“You remember?”

Harry sighed heavily. “I wish I could forget everything about that night,” he chuckled nervously. “No offence.”

“... I can't forget, either. You were right.”

“Oh?”

“Listen… would it be too… upsetting, if we met up? You’re the only person that’s been in my shoes that I feel I could open up to about this. It’s been… very lonely, eating at me… Maybe talking would help make better sense of it…”

Harry didn’t have to ponder. He’d wanted the same thing all along. He was glad she reached out to him, since he couldn’t contact her. “Name the place.”

Harry wondered if he looked as broken as she did but had just gotten used to seeing his miserable face stare back at him in the mirror every day. It’d been close to a month since the… circumstance that had brought the two of them together. Admittedly, he hadn’t paid close attention to her appearance back then, but, seeing her now, he definitely recognized some changes, albeit subtle. She appeared more frail, her under eyes darker, the polish on her nails chipped off, her lips chapped and bitten, her clothes wrinkled. He observed her over the cup of coffee he was sipping on on that rainy afternoon as she talked about how it’d been like trying to move on from that night.

“You were right. I did know, even then, that this was going to ruin us. But I kept lying to myself, thinking I could just pretend it never happened. Hoping that he’d gotten it out of his system and that things would go back to normal. You know I even dared to believe things would get better? I thought maybe this would put things into perspective for him and make him realize what a good thing he’s got going at home… Was I naive or what?”

Harry furrowed his brows compassionately, “You and I both. Believe it or not, I also hoped for the same. But, assuming things went for you guys the same way they did for us… it wasn’t quite the case, was it?”

She shook her head solemnly, staring into her cup of coffee. “He never asked me how things went on my side. He doesn’t even know I never went through with it. The following morning, he called me at around 11am. That’s… extremely late for him. He’s an early bird, chronically so. He’d been clearly… distracted. So when I told him I’d already taken an uber home he didn’t question it. He then came home and acted like everything was normal. He didn’t talk about it, I never asked him any questions. He didn’t care to ask me any, either… I wouldn’t say we’re pretending like nothing ever happened, because that’s not it at all. This… unspoken, huge thing that happened is always looming over us. Now whenever he’s late from work, he doesn’t even tell me why he’s late. It’s like… I know why. I don’t have to ask. He doesn’t have to tell me.”

“Jesus…”

The woman nodded, fidgeting with the corner of her paper napkin. “Things are better at your end, then?”

Harry almost laughed at her assumption, “To tell you the truth, I don’t even know which of us has it worse. When I got home after I dropped you off, I called her again and it went straight to voicemail for the hundredth time, so I texted her letting her know I went home and to call me to go get her if she didn’t feel like ubering. She never called for me to get her, thank god, but when she walked through the door and I asked her how her ride was she told me the guy had driven her. I was speechless, she’d actually disclosed where she lived, what else did she share with him? Aside from the obvious… Like, was this gonna be a thing now, between the two of them? I had so many questions, but then I couldn’t really say anything, could I? Since I offered to drive you, too. I’m fairly certain their report in that regard was much different to ours though… but even still, I couldn’t get myself to tell her off for it. I mean… he fucked her. Did the fact that he knew where she lived really make it worse?...”

Harry sat back in his chair, forcing himself to take a breather and calm down a bit. He was getting worked up. But when she encouraged him to keep going, and his restless leg wouldn’t stop bouncing beneath the table he gave in. “She was fucking beaming! She wouldn’t stop talking about what a good thing this is for us, how finally she feels like she can breathe, how she can’t believe we waited so long to try this… confirmed that she’d already made plans with this guy for the following weekend. I just froze. I couldn’t believe she was really saying all that. She never really asked me how things went for me, either. She just kept putting words in my mouth. See? Wasn’t it fun? You’re such a lucky bastard, men can only dream they could be in your shoes with their wives giving them this much freedom! Hell, even pushing them to do it! Can you imagine? You’re living the dream, baby.”

“Oh, God…”

“Then… one night soon after that she wanted to play and, brokenhearted fool that I am, I went along with it even though what I really wanted was for us to sit down and really talk about it. But I just couldn’t get myself to open up the subject, mainly because I already knew what her stance on it was and what it would lead to, and I wasn’t ready for that… kept thinking I could try doing this to save our marriage. I’d agreed to it, even though she’d coerced me into it if i’m being honest… but I did agree. I couldn’t blame her for the repercussions, I knew what I was getting into. So I felt like I had to see it through, had to try and make it work…

“So when she came to me all loving, and I missed her so much, I gave in, I needed to feel like us again… Make her forget about anyone else. Make her only want me. And then… in the midst of what I thought was one of my best sexual performances… she tells me she wants to try something this guy had asked her to do to him and I–... fucking lost it. I jumped out of that bed as if it were on fire. I’m sure I could’ve handled it more maturely but I locked myself in the bathroom before I said something I would regret. She kept pleading from the other side to open up and talk to her, tell her what was the matter. I realized all I had to say to her were hurtful things. I chickened out when I opened the door and saw how genuinely worried she was. She literally has no clue what I’ve been going through since that night… in her head, we’re heading in the right direction and this is only going to bring us closer.

“So, I asked her not to tell me about any of it, going further, and promised I’d do the same. That I couldn’t handle talking about it. At least not for a while… She agreed, said she totally gets it. And then we went back to bed and I never got to see what that son of a bitch asked her to do to him because ever since, I’ve avoided all her advances. She keeps making little quips such as uh-oh, running out of stamina huh? Save some for me next time. Then she giggles and asks me to just spoon her instead and I just sit there for hours on end mulling everything over while she’s sleeping soundly in my arms.”

The woman sat silent for a long while, visibly saddened. “Jack never initiates sex anymore. Like… at all. I don’t know If I’m glad for it or if I should feel even more hurt. I’m not sure I feel anything at all anymore. I feel… numb.”

“... Me too.”

After a long pause Harry added, muttering, “Fitting name, though.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Since he’s such a jackass.”

The woman laughed, which made Harry smile in return. He wondered whether this was the first time the two of them had done so since that night.

“You must have a really nice name, then.”

Harry’s smile lingered. “In that case, I’m sure the same goes for you.”

“You first.”

“It’s Harry.”

“Y/N.”

“Yeah. See? Nice names for nice folk. Wouldn’t hear of people with such names going around causing so much heartache, would you?”

“Absolutely not. Felicity is also… fitting in a way. Only cares about her own happiness.”

Harry gave her a look. “You actually remember my wife’s name?”

“Yeah, it’s a rare name, stuck with me.”

“True. And you’re right about her. I’ve always known it… But nobody’s perfect. Thought I could compromise on some stuff. Didn’t realize it would compromise our marriage in the end.”

“That’s… pretty huge, Harry. I know it sounds awful, but hearing you say so valides my own feelings. Like, I worried I was overreacting, thinking my marriage is over because of this. But that’s just how I feel. I can’t see us ever recovering from this mess.”

“Neither can I. It’s killing me on the inside the longer I go along with it. And even if I do speak up about it… I know it’ll never go back to how things were, which admittedly, weren’t great to begin with. This whole thing kinda helped put everything into perspective. She was right, we did need something else, be both did… I was willing to do whatever to please her, but that’s not exactly feasible in the long run. It was just a matter of time before we faced some hurdles. We’re just not on the same page sexually. I was just fooling myself thinking I could deny my own needs and that she could suppress hers.”

“So… what now?”

They both sat in silence for a long while, the coffee had gone cold and the rain outside was pouring even stronger than before.

“It’s inevitable. We have to talk to them.”

“...End it?”

Harry nodded solemnly and when her eyes immediately glazed over and she stifled a sob, he reached his hand out to cover hers reassuringly. He moved to sit on the chair next to hers and eventually wrapped his other arm around her shoulders, bringing her in to rest her head on his own. She tried to keep quiet, not to disturb the cafe’s patrons, and he gently shushed her reassuringly, telling her everything was going to be alright. Willing himself to believe it, too.

Almost two weeks had passed when Harry finally decided to text Y/N. He’d been apprehensive about it, knowing she must’ve been hurting, but also, he felt guilty for not going through with what he himself had suggested was inevitable. He hadn’t broken things off with his wife. Worse, he’d actually had sex with her, in an effort to still try and save their marriage. He couldn’t finish though, and he’d never reached full mast. Which prompted her to not get off either. It’d been a mess and it ended in Harry crying in the bathroom afterwards while she probably thought he was finishing himself off in the shower. He’d never felt more miserable in his entire life.

Felicity was away for the weekend with her new boy-toy and Harry was feeling seriously on edge. He contemplated just packing his bags and leaving. It was cowardly of him, to be sure, but he felt like he’d never go through with it and actually leave her otherwise. He couldn’t bring himself to talk to her and end things properly, like a man.

He felt emasculated in every way possible.

H: Hey. It’s Harry. Been meaning to reach out, hope it’s not a bad time… How did things go?

He was in their walk-in closet staring at his clothes and trying to work up his courage to just grab them off the hangers and toss them into the biggest suitcase he could find when she replied.

Y/N: Hey, Harry. I’m the worst… I couldn’t bring myself to do it : ( I don’t know what to do. I can’t do this anymore…

H: Don’t feel bad. I couldn’t go through with it either. But I can’t go on like this…

Y/N: What do we do : (

H: She’s with him right now.

Y/N: He’s not been home most nights. It’s over without having to even talk about it. I bet if he came back home and I was gone he’d be relieved at this point.

Harry read Y/N’s last text message before deciding to call her since they were both alone anyway. “That’s exactly what I wanna do. Just pack my stuff and be gone before she comes back. Is that… too cowardly, do you think?”

“It’s not. They don’t deserve an explanation. It’s impossible they don’t see we’re hurting. They just choose to ignore it.”

“Let’s just leave.”

“Harry… if you say that again, I just might do it. Like, right now.”

“Let’s rip the band-aid. Let’s do it. I mean it, Y/N. We can do it. We could do it together. Just… I dunno. Go somewhere and turn our phones off and be there for one another, make sure neither of us caves in and goes back… What do you say?” Harry was pumped. He could feel adrenaline surging through him. The thought of actually doing it made him giddy beyond belief.

Y/N was silent for a long while, all he could hear was his own laboured breathing. But eventually she replied, sounding resolute. “Give me half an hour. We’re doing this, Harry.”

Harry had never felt more alive. It was odd, but it was true. He finally felt like he was doing something for himself, in a long, long time. He’d packed his shit in record time, leaving him just enough to drive to Y/N’s. When she didn’t pick up her phone immediately, he felt his heart sink to his stomach. Had she changed her mind? He felt he couldn’t do this without her. But when she eventually picked up with laboured breath, she informed him she was dragging her suitcases to the elevator and couldn’t find her phone in all that rushed chaos.

Harry wouldn’t take no for an answer, and insisted he’d help her. When she buzzed him in and he reached her floor, he was mildly shocked at the amount of suitcases she’d lined up near the elevator door. He’d only packed his essentials, but Y/N meant business. It looked like she’d packed up her whole life in those bags.

“Oh wow. Ok, alright. Gotta give it to you, you’re a fast packer, considering.”

Y/N smiled at his amused tone, despite her nerves. “I dunno when he’s coming back. Had to be quick. And I knew your SUV could handle all of these.”

“How do you know it’s not already filled up to the brim with my own shit?”

She rolled her eyes when he started loading them up in the elevator, urging her inside to keep the doors open. “Please. You’re a man. I’ll be surprised if you filled two suitcases.”

Harry feigned offence. “It’s three suitcases, alright? Well, two suitcases and a backpack. And I didn’t pack everything. It’s my house, after all.”

Y/N was silent, her smile fading somewhat. “Well, this apartment is his. So…”

Harry kicked himself for opening up that can of worms but the haste in which they loaded her stuff into his truck kept them busy and hopefully took her mind off things for a bit.

When they drove off, for a long time they didn’t even talk about where they’d be going. Harry just drove aimlessly, only making sure they left town on the nearest exit. They couldn’t even use Google Maps as they’d shut their phones off and threw them into the glove compartment in complicity.

They eventually discussed some options. It couldn’t be any of the places they’d been with with their spouses. Not that either of them thought they’d be coming looking for them, but regardless.

Eventually, after driving for a few hours while keeping themselves busy singing along with whatever came on the radio to keep themselves distracted, they decided to just crash at the first decent motel they’d find on their way. It was getting too late to drive safely any further.

They were both giddy at the prospect of crashing at some random motel like some sort of Bonnie and Clyde, still high on the adrenaline rush.

Soon they found themselves in a shabby motel room under a false mr and mrs name. They’d already slept in the same bed before and so the options of getting separate rooms or twin beds weren’t even brought up. They trusted eachother beyond formalities, and besides, the pact was that they would go through this together.

They took turns showering and Y/N called for him from the bathroom when she was finished with hers. “Harry? Ugh, I brought the wrong bag with us…”

“Want me to go get it for you?”

“I mean… I just need something to change into. Do you have some extra pyjamas?”

“Uhm…” Harry didn’t have to check, he knew he’d not packed any extra in his backpack he took with him to the room. “I can give you mine but I’ll have to sleep in a t-shirt. And boxers, of course.”

“Would you mind terribly?”

“Not at all. Just… you know. Don’t wanna make you uncomfortable, that’s why I clarified…”

“Oh, shush. Can I have them?” She cracked the door open and stuck her hand out. “Oh, also, no knickers. I’ll be sure to wash them for you afterwards.”

Harry faltered mid-undressing, but then rushed to hand her his discarded pyjamas. “Don’t be silly.”

He threw a t-shirt on and got under the covers. Surely she’d seen men in boxers before, he was acting a bit childish. But he really meant it when he told her he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable in any way.

She emerged from the bathroom, all swaddled up in the too-large pyjamas and smiled sheepishly at him, then turned the lights off and joined him on the other side of the bed.

Harry flinched when he thought he’d heard her say something. Had he already drifted off to sleep? That was… definitely surprising. He’d had trouble sleeping ever since– “Did you say something?” He whispered, just in case he’d been mistaken.

“Sorry,” she whispered back, “did I wake you? I didn’t realize you’d fallen asleep. Do you always sleep on your back?”

“... Was I snoring?”

Y/N giggled. He smiled into the darkness at the sound. Everything felt so lighthearted and easy with her around, no wonder he’d fallen asleep. “No. But are you a snorer? Because if so, I might have to reconsider this whole arrangement…”

“Oh, shush.” He playfully kicked her leg under the covers, noticing she was closer than he’d gauged. “I think all that driving got to me, plus the adrenaline crush. What did you wanna say?”

“I just wanted to thank you… I don’t think I would’ve gone through with this without you, Harry.”

Harry smiled into the darkness again. He couldn’t see her, but her words really warmed him up. “Same here. Just don’t wake me up at 4am telling me you wanna uber back home, ok?”

She giggled again. “Hell no. You’re stuck with me.”

“...Good.”

Part Three

A/N: soooo. it's gonna be 3 parts, after all 😅😅 thanks to the lovely @freedomfireflies for beta-ing ❤️

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double--blind · 6 months

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(SPOILERS) Ashley, self-esteem, and starvation

So, I adore Ashley. She's this intensely toxic, vicious, cruel, manipulative girl, and her psychology gives me hella brainworms. Andrew's not the only one whose head I wanna crack open and root around lol. She's thrown away the world just to keep her brother by her side, and she'll continue to do worse and worse for the same reason. She's pretty awful! I've been thinking about why, though. How did things get so bad? How did her soul get so dark?

We don't know everything (I'm waiting for those new eps patiently aND CLAWING AT THE WALLS AND FROTHING AT THE MOUTH but whatevs y'know whatevs I'm normal. I'm fine), yet what information we have been given is bumping around my brain like a DVD screensaver on hyperdrive

It's clear from the start that the roots of Ashley's issues lie in her horrible, neglectful upbringing, but it's hinted that even those outside of her family felt the same abt her. I'm lowkey even betting we'll learn later on that she was ostracized by her peers somehow. However, what's most disconcerting, I believe, is how little she was when the results of this alienation are first made apparent to us (bc kids aren't dumb; they notice this stuff oftentimes instinctively, impossibly young, before they even know what it means to be hated), and how devastating the consequences were.

(There's something decidedly childish abt her dream sequence in the "questionable" route—filled with crayon scribbles and rabbit plushies, the metaphors simplistic yet profound—which really hammers in how these sentiments are things that have made a home in her since childhood. Formative subconscious truths.)

Growing up unloved and noticeably unwanted by virtually everyone around her likely left her with a gaping hole in her heart that she'd spend the rest of her life trying to fill. She'd make friends, but she'd always worry that they'd leave her, that they'd betray her, nothing tangible or weighted enough in their connection to trust in its persistence. Why should she expect otherwise? Not even being bound by familial ties ensures affection if her parents are any indication.

Every lesson she'd ever learned had always taught her this: you are easy to abandon. You cannot love and be loved by virtue of your own worth.

You have to rip their affection from their clenched hands if you want it so bad.

This understanding carries with it an undercurrent of degradation, instilling within Ashley a constant, biting inferiority complex which will never fail to be a source of insecurity. She will always be put last. She was difficult to raise, so her parents gave up on raising her. She was difficult to get along with, so her friends gave up on getting along with her.

It's an odd cycle. She's difficult bc she needs to be to get attention, but bc she's difficult, she can't keep it. Not without having whatever fondness she's managed to cultivate within someone fray at the seams, volatile and prone to collapse, bleeding toxicity.

Hence, her relationship w/Andrew.

By being the only reliable constant in her life, caring for her and keeping her company, Andrew essentially became her only source of happiness, and she's since learned not to bother with anyone else. Still, it's dangerous to keep all your eggs in one basket; since he is all she has, she must protect her place in his life with even greater ferocity, which becomes a torturous ordeal when coupled with her damaged self-esteem.

It's apparent in her quarrels with Andrew that she needs constant reassurance that she is wanted in some capacity or perceived in some positive light (getting pouty when Andrew says he's "stuck with her", needing to hear that she's pretty, needing him to "choose her", wanting him to say he loves her back, etc. etc.), yet her insecurity remains, bc unlike her, he's got options. She doesn't think he needs her like she needs him. He's got a gf, their parents love him, her friends love him. Why would he settle for her? What if someone better comes along? Someone she can't scare away?

Wouldn't he just leave her like everyone else?

Even before getting locked in the coffin of their apartment, starvation's been a constant theme in Ashley's life. She's constantly aching for love, and Andrew's the only one who can feed her. When you're forced to fight for a bite to eat or suffer every moment you hunger, you become ravenous—covetous—when faced with food; you don't want the hunger to return, so you lock down the source of your sustenance, wary of its retreat. Ashley's in a permanent state of intense insecurity, always anxious that the love that gives her life will leave her.

Andrew knows Ashley better than anyone else in the world, and it's obvs to everyone and him how desperate Ashley is for him, but I don’t think Andrew has truly, consciously processed the depth of that desperation. It's there buried in his head somewhere no doubt, but rn, he doesn't operate w/the direct awareness that he is everything. He is brother, mother, friend, and soulmate. He is life and love, air and water, everything that is good in the world—everything that there is to justify existence.

It's heartbreaking, in a way, that it's so difficult for Andrew to convince her of his loyalty. This goes further than his tendency to hide his true feelings, bc when push comes to shove, he's at her beck and call. Objectively, he's hers. She doesn't see that bc all she sees is all the ways she can lose him.

So, she gets bratty. She gets pushy, possessive, territorial. Manipulative. Gets under his skin, guilts him to exhaustion, bc she can't see him staying any other way, bc he doesn't get it, bc it works. He bends to her will, for her sake. For now. It's always "for now", bc he'll start slipping away again, and then it'll get worse. She does worse.

Becomes worse.

#honestly??? it's bc he's everything to her that the decay ending where she shoots him is so messed up #so much sadder #I've got something abt that in my drafts somewhere #it might not see the light of day so I'll just say:#imo she isn't shooting Andy‚ she's shooting Andrew #bc if he's so far gone he'd kill her #then her beloved is already dead #the coffin of andy and leyley #tcoaal #ashley graves #coffincest #character analysis #txt post #this is all my interpretation btw hope no one presumes I'm pushing these analyses as fact #to the ppl who read these ty.... you have my heart...... 🫶

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impactedfates · 2 months

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Hi it's me again. Incoming massive word vomit alskdlfkdjfkj sorry! :')

Can I request a platonic fic of Dan Feng and a very young, quiet and stressed Vidyadhara!reader who frequents the Alchemy Commission? Basically, Reader is an Emanator of the Hunt with an armored form (but it's draining so she can't maintain it for very long).

Those injuries that she shows up with? They're not from fighting bullies, they're from fighting small-scale invasions of Abundance monsters when the Cloud Knights aren't able to (for whatever reason).

Her Emanator form that takes stamina to maintain? Probably why she is constantly exhausted. Kiddo's burning too many calories while on an atrociously light diet. Probably passed out from hunger and lack of sleep a few times.

She hides it all and no longer hangs out with her friends because there was a time when a friend was targeted to draw her out and that just—it wasn't fun. :') Now she's one of the Luofu's worst bundles of anxiety...

You decide when and how Dan Feng finds out. 8')))))

(My friend was reading over my shoulder and they said that this feels like a Spider-Man & Aunt May situation AKLSDJFLAKDJSFLKJDKFJ)

★ A/N: Haha, it kinda does actually, this isn't as long as some of my other fics but I hope this was alright anyways anon!! Sorry it took awhile

☆ Genre/Trope: Platonic + Hurt/Comfort? (Kinda, not rlly at the same time)

★ Format: Fic (W.C: 1073)

☆ Warnings: Mentions of passing out

★ Extra: Request had she/her pronouns used but reader in this is still GN with they/them // Possible OOC Dan Feng

Being granted power from the Aeon of Hunt themself is a blessing many may have stated. Others think otherwise, but one thing is for sure. Anyone who has been lucky to be blessed with power from any Aeon was powerful.

Many also believe a teenager should not be blessed with this power, and if they are to inform someone. The power given cannot be taken lightly, yet you. You refuse to let anyone know of your status of being an Emantor.

Nor let anyone know why Scalegorge Waterscape has never seen another Abundance Monster invasion. Everyone enjoys the peace and no one questions it. The only time it was finally addressed just who was responsible for keeping the area safe was when someone was being attacked and someone quickly stepped in.

No one knew who it was, no one knew it was you saving them. No one knew it was your friend who had been attacked and you had to quickly step in to save them. And that was fine by you, you didn’t WANT anyone to know your identity.

From that day alone you knew if people knew who you were, that meant the Abundance Monsters could find out and will target someone even dearer to you. You didn’t even know how they found out who you were friends with, but all that matters was that the less they knew about you. The less your loved ones would get hurt.

It’s no wonder why many advise younger people of the Xianzhou to inform someone if they ever become an Emantor. Just looking at yourself in the mirror, seeing how tired you are. How much this “job” has taken a toll on you was enough to tell you, to remind you that you should’ve told someone.

It was too late for that anyways, you still had to save people. And when you were returning back from your trip to the alchemy commission, you spotted a Foxian about to be ambushed, so as always. You stepped in with your Emantor form. Unbeknownst to you though, that may have been the last straw for your body, as you bid the Foxian goodbye and you turn to leave, your body finally gave way and all you could see after that was black

You may have escaped the many questions thrown at you when asked why you were home late or when people point out the injuries you’ve just sustained. But perhaps your luck was running thin as now you were in front of the High Elder Dan Feng himself. To make matters worse, he did NOT look pleased.

Okay so maybe you weren’t in front of him, at least not standing. You were laying down and with one head turn to the side you caught the eyes of a very displeased High Elder. He arose from the seat he had taken and looked at the Vidyadhara near him.

“Leave, I need to talk to them”

The woman nodded before leaving the room, quickly his eyes turned back to you. Slowly you sat up and your body and slightly moved away.

“H-high Elder…w-what are you doing he-”

“Are you feeling okay?”

He quickly cuts you off. Staring at you, his eyes soften a bit as he reaches a hand out to check your forehead.

“The healers said you had many injuries covering your body. Why is this?”

“...Just some bullies, nothing to be worried about”

He stared at you before removing his hand and crossing his arms. Silence filled the room quickly. Your eyes trailed away from his realising he wasn’t going to believe you.

“I found you, passed out on the ground…and from people who were in the area. The famous ‘Emantor of the Hunt’ was there saving a Foxian, no?”

“...”

“...You’re the Emantor aren’t you?”

He could only sigh as you continued to have your lips sealed, unwilling to speak. Unwilling to give away your secret. But that was all he really needed to know the truth. You felt the weight of the bed shift as he sat down near you. He closes his eyes as he takes a small breath.

“You should’ve-”

“I know…I’m…I’m sorry…I just”

“It’s okay…but…you’re going to have to tell someone, your parents”

“B-but if I do, t-the abundance beasts…t-they’ll know. They’re gonna h-hurt my fa-”

Dan Feng quickly casts his gaze toward you, promptly shutting you up. He sighs a bit. He knows why you won’t tell, he knows people who are young don’t always follow advice people tell them when something happens. So he understands, at least he’s trying too.

“I will deal with the Abundance Monsters, I’ll get Cloud Knights and some of my friends to do so. You are still a kid. You shouldn’t be handling this kind of responsibility. And as your High Elder, I urge you to tell your family”

“...but-”

“But nothing, you don’t have to tell them right away but you will eventually…you will also no longer be fighting these monsters. Not until you're old enough…if you truly wish to continue helping, then wait till you're older. Then you can come to me and I’ll take you in as my pupil. I’ll teach you how to manage your abilities and how to fight even without your form”

You stare at him for a while. A good while before casting your eyes down, playing with your hands. Still unsure about the decision you didn’t get to play a part in. A part of you wants to rebel, the other part knows. Knows that what Dan Feng is saying is correct. It knows he only wants the best for you, still no words can be formed. You were still tired, all you could do was weakly nod.

Even if you were to refuse, Dan Feng is a stubborn one. He nods approvingly before standing up and walking to the door, he looks back at you.

“I’ll get you a meal, what would you prefer?”

You gave your answer and soon he left. You slowly laid down on the bed once again. Closing your eyes and slowly you were sent to the land of dreams.

When Dan Feng comes back with your choice of food, he spots you asleep on the bed. Resting the blood on the table next to yours, he sits down back on the chair, watching you. The peaceful look on your face gives him peace of mind.

“Sleep well then little one”

Finally cleared out all my requests haha. They'll still be closed for now though. Thank you anon for being patient with me and I hope you enjoyed.

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lanassgirlll · 6 months

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I so can u do a smut for Klaus.

Where he is on rut and is very horny but does not want reder to help him .

This goes very time when it's his that time of the month.

But now when he is again in rut and his wolf is more agressive because it's blood moon .

Reder convinces him to use her as his fuck toy to help him in his rut .

So we all know klaus is a rough sex of a guy now multiply it with 100000000 .

Yes he fucks reader in that kind of way and usees her as his toy without caring about her .

If u are not comfortable with this it's ok to say no .

Red sky

Klaus Mikaelson x Female Reader

Summary: Whenever there’s a full moon, Klaus always gets more aroused than he usually does around his girlfriend. No matter how many times she offers to help him, he always refuses, too afraid that he’d hurt her. But one night, when there’s a blood moon, a rare natural occurrence, he finally gives in and uses his girl just like she had said he can do.

Warnings: angst, smut, unprotected p in v, fingering, hair pulling, a little bit of choking?, oral (m receiving), let me know if i have missed anything, because i'm pretty sure that i have

Words: 3k

AN: I really hope you guys like this! Let me know if you have any requests.

Enjoy!

Sitting at the edge of the bed, Klaus was waiting for his girlfriend to come home and let her know that he's leaving for the night. There was going to be a full moon tonight and he usually left his girl alone for a day or two every month. He didn't like being away from her, but now when he was a hybrid, he had to make sure he wouldn't hurt her by being near her when his wolf wanted to come out.

He didn't turn often, but still he had to stay away. The sweet girl who he loved more than anything, always huffed and puffed whever he had to leave, saying that he didn't have to. She always says that she can protect herself if he did in fact try to hurt her, which she knew he's never do, but Klaus didn't trust himself enough to believe that. She was a powerful witch so if needed, she would protect herself, but Klaus never gave in. She always offered him her help and her support, yet she was always left disappointed, feeling like the hybrid didn't want her even though he had explained his reasons to her many times.

Klaus would always have his emotions even more hightened whenever a full moon came. His anger would be slighty worse than it usually is, his temper just as much. He'd get aggresive even, at times. But the worst thing of it all was how aroused he'd get around his girl whenever it was a full moon. He knew if he let go, and took her the way he needed, he'd hurt her.

It's not like they haven't tried before.

They had been together for two years. She's always helped him and been there for her, so it naturally hurt her when he started pushing her away and leaving every month. A few months after Klaus had broken his curse, the witch had finally convinced him to let go. And when he did, it didn't take long before he'd stop his actions with her. He could see that she was struggling with how rough he was being. He hated himself for hurting her and after that had happened, he never did it again.

Klaus looked over at the door, hearing his girl closing the front door of the house they now shared. He quickly stood from the bed and listened to her steps as she was making her way to their room.

Opening the door, she saw him standing in the middle of the room and smiled softly. She put her bag down on the small table next to the door and slowly made her way over to him.

''Hey Nik, I've missed you today.''

He was just stood there, hands behind his back without saying anyhting, already feeling himself get aroused just by looking at her. She wasn't even wearing anything revealing, since it was cold outside. The outfit she had on was a simple pair of black jeans and a puffy jacket. What was under it was a mystety for Klaus.

Before the witch could wrap her arms around him for a hug, he took a step back and took a deeo breath before speaking up.

''Tonight's a full moon. A blood moon actually.''

The girl frowned a little and put her hands in the pockets of her jacket.

''I know that. Does it- mean anything different for you?''

Klaus clenched his jaw, his anger rising for no reason. She had done nothing wrong and yet he was already angry?

''You're a witch. You're supposed to know, aren't you?''

She was a little taken back by his sudden anger and sighed, making her way over to the bed and sitting down at the edge where Klaus had been sat before she came in.

''Yes, I am a witch, and yes, I know about the blood moon. However, I'm afraid I don't know why you are anrgy with me all of a sudden, Nik.''

Klaus tried his best to control himself before he spoke up again.

''Then you know that it makes it worse for me tonight. You know I have to leave.''

Looking down at her feet, she sighed again. She was tired of his excuses about hurting her whenever it was a full moon.

''I do know that too, Nik. But it's not just hard for you. You know how much I hate sleeping alone, not knowing if you're safe and okay, but yet you leave me anyway just because you're too selfish.''

Realising what she had just said, the girl looked up at him and let a small shaky breath escape through her lips.

''I'm sorry, I didn't mean-''

Before she could finish her sentence, Klaus was stood in front of her, looking down at her with anger in his eyes.

''I'm selfish?! I've told you a thousand times, that I only want to keep you safe. I leave you, so I don't hurt you! How does that make me selfish?''

The witch has had enough of him. She stood up and glared up at him.

''You hurt me, by leaving me and pushing me away! All this time, all I have wanted was to help you. But you're too fucking stubborn to let me do it. I am not fragile Niklaus, I can keep protect myself and you know that damn well!''

Klaus was surprised by her outburst. She rarely yelled or got anrgy with him. In all honesty, whenever she got angry, he found it hot. And that just made the situation worse.

''You offer your help by offering your body.''

''Yes, because I know it is what you need, yet you deny and push me away.''

''Do you not remember the last time I accepted your help? Let me remind you, it did not end well.''

Clenching her jaw, she pressed her hand against his chest and pushed him back a little.

The second he felt her hand against his chest, he grabbed her wrist and pushed her down on the bed, making her fall down on her back.

''Niklaus what the hell?! Just let me help you, idiot. Stop being to damn tough all the time, I am your girlfriend for the love of God!''

The girl was back on her feet in the matter of seconds, looking up at him again. She knew he was angry, yet he was scared for her. She could see it in his eyes. She had also noticed the way his face reddened just the slightest bit when she touched his chest, she could see the way he looked at her. Hunger. That was what she saw in his eyes. He wanted her, she knew that, they both knew it. But he was scared, trying so hard to hold himself back from just giving in and taking what he wants.

''Nik... baby, please. I can see how hard you are trying to hold back. I've told you a million times that it's okay if you need me. You can do what you want.''

Klaus swore he heard a crack by clenching his jaw so hard. He craved her. He wanted to ruin her, to leave his marks all over her body, to take her over and over again until she begged him to stop.

''You don't know anything, love. You think you do, but you don't.''

The witch smiled softly at him and moved her hands up, gently putting them over his shoulders. She wasn't going to let him leave this time.

''Then show me. Tell me. Or simply just do it. I know how much you want to fuck me, Klaus, you're not hard to read when you're horny. Like now. You're giving it all away.''

Feeling her hands on his shoulders, he took a deep breath and stared at her. He knew what he wanted but the only thing going through his mind was the thought of hurting her. No matter how much he needed her, he had to stay away.

''I don't want to hurt you. This blood moon it- just makes it so much worse. If i give in now, I won't be able to stop until I've gotten what I need. You're human, love, you can't take all that. I'm scared I might actually break you.''

Sighing a little, she moved her hands away and slowly took off her jacket, showing that she was wearing yet another simple blouse under it. Putting it to the side, she looked up at him once again and drew in a breath.

''I can take anything you give me. I am not fragile, I'm not made out of glass. The one time we did this, I was only too worried for you that I couldn't focus enough, I was lost in my thoughts and that is why I started crying, but not because you hurt me. You could never do that.''

The witch slowly pushed her hand under his shirt, gently trading the pads of her fingers over his torso while looking him straight in the eyes. He had to give in, this time she knew he would.

Taking a deep breath, Klaus looked down at where her hand had disappeared under his shirt. He loved the feeling of her warm skin pressed against his. And at that moment, he snapped. He couldn't hold back anymore, he had to have all of her.

Putting one of his hands on her hip, he vamp sped to the wall, pushing her against it whilst wrapping his other hand around her little neck. Hearing her loud gasp at the sudden movement, he held her tightly and leaned his face closer to hers, their lips just a few centimeters away.

''Fine. You win. But remember that I warned you and now I will only stop once I have taken what I want.''

The girl nodded her head quickly, trying to move forward and kiss Klaus, but his grip around her neck kept her still. Whining quietly, she moved her hands and pulled on his shirt, wanting it off.

''Nik...''

He could hear the desperation in her voice. She craved him just as much as he did.

Finally he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her slowly and gently at first before quickly getting more eager. Klaus pushed his tongue inside her mouth, and used the opportunity to slip his hand under her blouse, putting it over her soft tummy, letting out a small groan into her mouth. He slowly pulled away and looked at his girl.

She was out of breath, a dark shade of red creeping up her face as she stared up at him. His hand was still wrapped around her neck and his hand was still under her blouse.

''You are the most beatiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on.''

Klaus took his hand out of under her blouse and dragged her to the bed by her neck. He let go of her before turning her around and pushing her down so she was bent over the bed.

The witch loved being manhandled. Having Klaus be so rough with her turned her on so much, she thought she could come just by that. And they were just getting started.

As he was looking down at her, a smirk dancing on his lips, he gently put his hand through her hair before wrapping it around his fist and pulling it back harshly, a small whine leaving her.

''Do you like it when I'm rough with you, love? Hm? I bet you do. I bet that when I strip you of your clothes, you'd be dripping for me already, wouldn't you?''

Turning her head slightly to the side, she tried to look up at him. A small teasing smile took over her face before she spoke up.

''Is this all that you've got?''

He let go of her hair, instead pushing her head back down onto the matress. Slowly taking a step back, he took off his belt and threw it on the ground before unbuttoning his trousers and pulling them off. He didn't want to play games anymore, he wanted to have her.

Klaus then grabbed onto the hem of her jeans and ripped them apart, quickly pulling them off of her. She gasped and tried to look up at him, an anoyed expression on her face.

''Really, Nik?''

He only gave her a smirk in return. He got closer to her again, the bulge in his boxers pressing against her ass. He put his hands on her hips and held them tightly. The girl was sure, that the grip was tight enough to leave bruises on her skin.

''This is your last chance, love. If i start, I will not stop.''

Without saying anything, she pushed herself back, slowly grinding against him and letting out a small teasing moan. That was all that Klaus needed.

The hybrid pulled down his boxers before getting rid of the girl's panties as well. The need to come was the only thing he had in his mind at that moment. He brought his hand up, spitting in it before moving it back down and wrapping it around his cock, pumping himself a few times, a small groan leaving him.

The girl was curious about what he was doing. She tried to turn her head to look at him, but Klaus noticed that and instantly pushed her head back down once again. Before she could protest, she felt him pushing his cock between her dripping folds. She moaned softly and closed her eyes.

Klaus grabbed onto her hips again before slowly pushing inside of her. A moan escaped his lips as he threw his head back.

''Fuck.''

Whining a little, the girl tried to push herself back, needing more of him. She thought that she was just as desperate for this as he was.

''Klaus just do it already!''

He looked at her, his jaw clenching as he gripped her hips tighter. With one quick movement, he bottomed out inside of her, the tip of his cock hitting her cervix. The hybrid heard her cry out but he was too lost at the feeling to care. There was no going back.

Holding her, he started thrusting into her, fast and rough. He has never felt so good while having sex before. Klaus could already feel himself getting closer to the edge, even though he had just started.

Another moan left him. He brought his hand to his girl's ass and slapped it hard, loving the noise she let out at the feeling.

He kept thrusting his cock deep into her, almost pulling all the way out before slamming right back in, his balls rubbing against her clit.

He didn't notice when the witch came all over him the first time, he just kept up his pace, trying to reach his high.

''You're taking me to well. You're my little fuck toy, aren't you?''

He just couldn't help himself. He loved to praise her, knowing how much pleasure it brought to the both of them.

Klaus thrusted a few more times into her, a loud moan leaving him as he threw his head back again, his seed spilling deep into her.

He took a few seconds to calm his breathing before he slowly pulled out and flipped his girl over. She was now looking up at him with a pleading face as she tried to reach her hand down and grad a hold of his cock. He just stared at her, letting her touch him.

''Get off the bed and on your knees. Now.''

She quickly got up from the bed, giving him a small smile before slowly kneeling down into his feet, sliding her hands down his chest as she did so. When she looked at his cock, she was surprised it was still hard but she quickly got to work. She knew what Klaus wanted of her.

She gently wrapped her hand around his thick cock, giving it a few strokes, sliding her thumb over his tip every now and then. Hearing him moan her name under his breath, gave her all the confidence she needed.

The witch stood up a little bit so her face was right in front of his cock. She kept stroking him as she moved her other hand up to cup his balls in it, squeezing them gently.

Klaus looked down at her and groanded.

''You're teasing. I can't be having this right now.''

Moving his hands down, he held her hair back, pushing his cock to her lips. She instantly opened her mouth and mentally prepared herself for what was about to come.

Klaus smirked at her before roughly pushing himself into her mouth, starting to fuck her throat like it was her pussy. He ignored the sound of her chocking and gagging around him, just focusing on his own pleasure. He had never been more selfish in his life, and right now, he loved it.

He kept fuking her throat like his life depended on it. The girl was sure it's hurt days after that but she didn't care. All she cared about was him.

''You're such a good girl, love.''

He groaned and let go of her hair, patting her cheek with his hand whilst looking her straight in the eyes.

''When I come. you're gonna swallow it all like the good little come slut you are, okay?''

She couldn't do anything except just let him keep fucking her throat. When she felt him throb, she knew he was close. The witch felt him moving his hand to the back of her head, pushing it down, making her take his cock balls deep into her mouth as he came once again, spilling his hot seed down her throat.

He held her down for a few seconds after his orgasm had washed over him, making sure she swallowed everything he gave her. Klaus then slowly pulled out of her mouth and wiped the tears that had escaped her eyes with his thumb.

''You did so good, my love, but I am not quite done with you yet. Now get back on the bed.''

AN: This is bad, but it's only like my first try to bear with me, lol.

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2012wannabe · 6 months

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6. Dubcon

cw/tw: no outbreak, stepmom!abby, virgin/innocent reader, grooming, mommy kink

wc: 1378

an: is Abby a lesbian? Yes. Is she married to a man in this au? Also yes but just for useless plot purposes.

Walking through the door you sighed upon seeing a very particular set of keys on the ring. There was only one set, letting you know that your dad was out while your new stepmom Abby was home. You walked up the stairs, attempting to bypass your dad's room and not see her but to your annoyance you heard her voice calling you.

“How was your day sweetie?”

“Uh it was good.” You said shortly looking up her. She was different than all the other women your dad dated, but just personality wise but appearance wise. She was 5’8 which isn’t very tall, but coming from a very short family where the tallest man is 5’7 it was a big difference. She also had the most muscle mass you had ever seen on a woman. Her thighs were bigger than your head and her biceps bulged with every movement of her arms. Her personality matched her appearance, being strong willed and dominant while still being generous and kind to others.

“I’m glad to hear,” she said before pausing.

“How would you like to watch a movie, get in some bonding time?” She asked pursing her lips. You kind of liked that she made the effort to hang out with you even though you had just turned 18 and would be leaving your childhood home soon.

“Uh sure, let me just get settled.” You said, walking down the hall to your room. Entering the room, you plopped your things on your bed, slipped off your shoes and changed into one of your sleep shirts and a pair of shorts that barely covered your thighs.

“What movie are we watching?” You called.

“Some kind of wonderful! It was my favorite movie when I was your age.” She called back excitedly. Putting on your slippers, you went back down the hall and entered your dads room.

“When is my dad getting home?”

“He said he’s working until 6 so around 7.” She said popping in the DVD. You sat on the bed with her and being so close you started to realize just how much bigger she was. You felt tiny and that you paled in comparison to her. Instead of feeling intimated though, your brain felt kind of fuzzy. Her nature of causal touches, rubbing your arm, resting her hand on your back only made it worse. Your eyes trailed from the screen up at her, taking in the beauty of her features. You always thought she was pretty but never really studied her. Her eyes met yours and you quickly looked away embarrassed. Abby gave a laugh.

“You know,” she started.

“I realize that it must be weird to have a new step mom so late in your life but I do want us to keep the really good relationship we are starting have. You can take all the time you need but I want you to know that you can always come to me when you’re feeling down or just need some extra support.” Your face flushed and the moment made you weirdly emotional. You never really had any semblance of a normal mom, a good one. She smiled warmly and let you hug her, your arms wrapped around her middle. She kissed you on the forehead and you both cuddled together. Her strong arms held you close and still fighting off your emotions, you felt her hands slide up to patch of skin right underneath your breasts.

Another reason you had been so surprised when your dad brought her home is that she defied many stereotypes and roles that you grew up believing. Granted you were extremely sheltered and were homeschooled your entire life but it was a surprise nonetheless. Just like that moment, a swirl on confusion formed in your brain. Her fingers gently brushed the underside of your breasts and you heard her take a breath before saying,

“You trust me right?” You nodded and she continued to speak.

“How you do feel about me making you feel extra special?” Her fingers reached the hem of your sleep shirt and started to slip underneath.

“What are you doing?” She responded by ghosting the pads of her fingers over your nipples, tracing circles around them and twisting them. You instantly felt it in your cunt wetness pooling in your panties. She cupped your breasts, massaging the fat.

“Mmm, that’s it baby.” She cooed as you leaned into her moaning slightly.

“You can take off my shirt.” You whispered warning a grin from Abby. She slid the shirt off of you tossing it the side and pressing light kisses to your breasts.

“You’re perfect.”

“You like them?”

“I love them. You’re gorgeous.” She confirmed latching her mouth on one of your nipples while squeezing the other breast in her other hand. She swirled her tongue around it and it hardened allowing her to suck harder.

“Oh my god, Abby!” You moaned. She switched breasts and the other opposite treatment.

“I’ll give you more if you ask nicely.” She teased.

“Please Abby,” you begged.

“Please what?”

“You know…” you trailed off embarrassed.

“Make me feel nice.” You whispered, barely audible.

“Alright sweetheart,” she giggled.

“But remember this is our special secret, no one but us will ever know.”

“Ok.” Abby looked at you expectantly like she was waiting for you to finish your sentence. You looked at her confused,

“Ok…” she repeated, mouthing ‘mommy’ afterward.

“Ok mommy.” You said, the same feeling stirring in your cunt.

“Can mommy take off your shorts?” You nodded yes and she cooed slipping them off revealing a tiny black thong.

“Look how beautiful.” She mused. You yelped as you suddenly felt her hand collide with your ass slapping it.

“God.” Abby groaned. The movie still played quietly in the back long forgotten. She pushed you against the bed laying down on your back with your legs to the side and your hips up. She left the bed and retrieved something you couldn’t see before returning and showing off a strap on. An 8 inch black strap on dildo with a girth that instilled fear in your chest. You flushed with panic as she crawled on the bed.

“What’s that for?” She giggled,

“I’m going to show you how much I love you. Now, open your legs.”

“Wait, you’re going to put in there?” You asked.

“Yes, baby.”

“Are you sure?”

“It’s going to feel amazing baby I promise.”

“What if it doesn’t fit?” She laughed again.

“Of course it will fit. Just try to relax.” She said, letting her fingers drop down to your pussy.

“Gotta warm you up first.” She traced the the outline of your pussy letting your wetness soak your fingers.

“You’re so pretty.” She murmured before slowly pushing in one of fingers. Your body twitched and grabbed her forearm. The intrusion felt strange but not totally bad just a sting. She moved her finger around exploring and let a second finger work its way in.

“You’re so tight. Let it hurt a bit, it’ll feel so much better in just a moment.” She breathed. She lined up her strap with your pussy and pushed it in stretching you out. You gasped and curled forward groaning.

“Shhh it’s ok baby girl. Mommy’s got you, mommy’s got you.” She continued thrusting in and out.

“Hurts.”

“It’s ok, it’s gonna feel good I promise.” Abby cooed. The pain turned to pleasure as you started to gasp. Your grip on her tightened and you looked at her wildly for reassurance as you started to moan. Her thrusts got quicker and she bottomed out against your cervix. You let out another languid moan and your eyes rolled back.

“Ah wait, I have to pee. I have to pee-“ you said, your panic returning.

“You don’t have pee i promise.” She said.

“Let go, it’s gonna ok. Mommy promises.” Abby’s thrusts started to stutter and you go, squirting onto the bed sheets. You immediately started to apologize and she was quick to correct you.

“It’s perfectly normal, don’t worry about it. It’s okay.” Your eyes softly closed and she kissed your lips softly.

“Can I clean you up?” You nodded, watching her take a rag and wipe between your thighs.

“You’re such a good girl.”

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thewertsearch · 8 months

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AG: Tavros, you give confidence a 8ad name. I gave you all the chances in the world to earn it, to earn REAL confidence, and you failed.

Pictured: Vriska giving Tavros 'a chance to earn real confidence'.

AG: You couldn't even do the one little thing I asked you to! The one thing that would have made you man up once and for all.

'Man up' is a funny idiom for a troll to use. We've occasionally seen trolls fall into human gender stereotypes, but it's quite rare, and always sticks out like a sore thumb.

There's an interesting conversation to be had about troll genders. With a reproductive cycle so different to ours, their gender framework will inevitably be different as well. Yes, there are male and female trolls - but what do male and female actually mean to a troll?

On Earth, your assigned gender carries cultural baggage which simply wouldn't exist on Alternia. Assigned gender plays no role in reproduction, nor does it influence household division of labor, since trolls don't have households.

Gender aside, do trolls have a concept of masculine and feminine? Beyond a few stray idioms, the only evidence I can find is their clothing styles. We haven't seen any male trolls rocking a skirt - not yet, at least.

tl;dr: 'Man up' is a cultural can of worms. I think that was probably unintentional, though, and I think we're supposed to interpret that line as if a human spoke it. Vriska's calling Tavros a wimp, which is business as usual.

AG: So instead you flew away and cried, and decided to sleep away your sorrow for the rest of the adventure.

Tavros already alluded to this incident during his conversation with Jade. I guessed that Vriska would be involved, but that was a bit of a no-brainer.

Vriska's trying to frame Tavros as pathetic, but it sounds like he actually put his foot down, flat-out refusing to participate in whatever she had planned. Much like the FLARP incident, this sounds like a victory for Tavros, even if she's convinced him otherwise.

AG: Do you have any idea how sick that made me? Everything a8out you makes me sick.

He rejects your advice. He rejects your advances. His lusus cared for him. He was allowed to be kind, and accepts kindness from others. He doesn't care about winning, but he never lets you win. No matter how much you torment him, he refuses to get any stronger, which means your mindset might be wrong.

'Sick' would be an understatement.

AG: Your plan to control her lusus really wasn't a 8ad idea! AG: And using your a8ility to "save her life" (lol) was a pretty good way to test how effective your powers are across sessions. [...] AG: Practicing your a8ilities is important, so when it comes down to using them for something that really matters, you know you're ready for prime time. AG: I know this first hand. AG: I got lots and lots and LOTS of practice with your little guinea pig friend. ::::D

So that's why Jade was constantly napping? That can't have been good for her brain.

AG: The catch is it's not going to work! [...] AG: You couldn't sic the guardian on Noir even if you were inclined. Not even if I were to MAKE you inclined! :::;)

Like I said before, it's really Vriska who can control First Guardians.

AG: 8ecause you are dealing with a pro here. I already thought of that. AG: I thought of everything! AG: The guardian is not going to attack the agents who engineered him in the first place. AG: Or who I should say were "encouraged" (lol) to engineer him.

Why the fuck would you do this?

When Vriska prototyped Bec, she explained that the event was mandated by the Alpha Timeline, so she didn't make anything worse by causing it. I don't agree with her argument, but I do understand her logic.

This is different. Up until now, there has been no evidence that Bec can't harm Agents. Vriska had no prophecy to fulfil, and no reason to believe that this was required to preserve the timeline. Yes, now we know it's baked into the timeline, but only because Vriska wanted it.

Having Bec help with Jack was a really good idea, and removing the option to do so helps no one. Where's the benefit?

AT: wHY WOULD YOU DO THAT, AG: Tavros, at this point it should 8e o8vious. AG: I am the unseen hand 8ehind every major event in their session, and to some extent, their whole lives. AG: At least those events not happening 8y the volition of their own natural incompetence! AG: Don't you think this is how it should 8e? Shouldn't the greatest player leave her fingerprints on every step of the rise to power of her ultim8 nemesis?

I know Vriska likes to feel in control, but this is ridiculous.

Inserting yourself into Alpha loops is one thing, but nerfing Bec when you don't have to is straight-up sabotage. Couldn't she just stick to micromanaging John's outfits?

AG: I have every angle covered already. The human session is on full Serket lockdown. Any effort you make to disrupt my plans will 8e laugha8le, just like everything you have ever done in your life. AG: The only thing left to do now is prepare to kill Jack myself, and save everyone's ungrateful asses.

Oh my god, I think I've cracked it.

Vriska thinks she's the only one with the right to kill Jack.

She describes him as her ultimate nemesis, which reeks of main character syndrome. Bec isn't important enough to kill Jack, so she eliminated him as an option. It has to be her, the most powerful Player, who's gained all the levels, because that is how these things are done.

It's not just ego, either - there's a deeper motivation at play. If Vriska doesn't beat Jack, she doesn't win - and if she doesn't win, then what was all that abuse were all those challenges for? What was the point?

In Vriska's head, Jack needs to be her nemesis. She needs to be destined to kill him - because if she is, then everything she went through was justified. She'll have secured her position as the most powerful Player of all, and she'll never have to be jealous of anyone again - least of all that wimp with his sweet little fairy lusus. They're all weak, and she's strong.

If she doesn't kill Jack, she's a loser.

And losers may as well be dead.

#homestuck liveblog #full liveblog #act 5.2 #3059 #s96

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familyagrestefanblog · 7 months

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I can only hope the new Paris special won't force Marinette/ Toxinelle into the role of the "chaotic baddest bitch" for superficial praise and keeping Adrien/ Griffe Noire as nothing but her unconditional support again and the "good" one. Because literally from the way the powers of Ladybug and Chat Noir work that's bullshit and the MUCH weaker story premise character wise.

Toxinelle has no offensive powers. She can be as smart as she wants in this scenario her powers are needed for AFTER the Butterfly akumatized someone to save the city, so she can prevent said saving from happening.

Griffe Noire would be required to first nuke the city so the butterfly can react to something and that means alternative Adrien/ Griffe Noire would - the longer all that went on - have needed to let go of all morality he once had and agree to become the moster of the two so SHE can remain level headed and get the Butterfly from the hero.

That's still alot of pressure and burden on Toxinelle's shoulders, being the one who has to be the light at the end of the tunnel for both of them to get their happy ending in a better world. But for the love of God, Adrien throwing out his humanity and only holding onto her and his dead mother

If this is to be believed:

Is ALOT worse and fitting as the conflict's heart piece.

I can only hope the special will be reasonable enough that Toxinelle will be the lesser evil of ShadyClaw and not waste so much story potential for another round of "Chloé the awful bitch". There is so much more interesting stuff you can do with Marinette than that, especially in the Toxinelle field.

Already as Ladybug Marinette showcases extremely dangerous anti-hero tendencies where she becomes so strategic that everyone involved stops being human beings or mattering in the moment because she needs to get something important done.

Most crucial examples are how Emilie Agreste's dead body was used as a mere inhuman tool by her in "Recreation" to defeat her insane husband, by cataclysming the lift and letting it crash down on Emilie to force Gabriel to stand still. Only though that Marinette then barely gave Gabriel enough time to throw the lift sideways and he only managed to save himself and Emilie from being crushed in the nick of time.

Or you know, all of Marinette's horrifying plan in "Destruction" that put several life in danger by sending Monarque to helpless civilians (even to ANNOY HIM) and Chat Noir was literally turned into a non-human object served on a silver plate to Monarque. He couldn't move an inch like a human is to be expected or even BREATH while Monarque went to grab for his throat while Marinette herself stood save and sound in the back because all she actually thought about in that plan were the Kwamis and herself (not even bringing up how fucked up it was to not even let Chat Noir know that her plan involves him having to possibly live with having cataclysmed a person.)

Everyone else MONARQUE had to keep save in her plan by not being the awful and sadistic monster they thought him to be. Tolerating all kinds of disrespectful bullshit and not using any Second chance or other miraculous powers besides voyage, or for the lols quartering Chat Noir's statue for example in a second's notice.

Marinette's plan in "Destruction" was horrifying and impossibly irresponsible in how she instinctively dehumanized everyone but herself and the Kwamis in it without noticing it and 100% relied on MONARQUE to be a decent and reasonable enough person underneath so she could get away with the insane endangerment and dehumanization of everyone but herself (especially Chat Noir).

Her final battle with Monarque had Marinette come back to this questionable morality when she pulled a low-blow anti hero move by dragging the dead spouse of the villain further into the fight, and risking to take any human dignity away from Emilie's remainings - who never wanted any of this being done in her name - by making it GABRIEL'S job to save and preserve her from Bug Noire.

Marinette 100% has some serious anti-hero tendencies in how she dehumanizes people sometimes as side-effect of her strategic mind and when she's either to caught up in her head or she thinks her goal justifies the means.

Jfc, quit the bullshit and let Toxinelle be the escalation of that side of Marinette because she and Adrien know their identities this time around - truly THEM against the world - and she's stuck in a position where Adrien was forced to let go of his humanity and other emotional attachments for their cause, is way too far gone by now and she has to make sure they actually win so all of this wasn't for nothing.

Give me a Marinette/ Toxinelle who made it out of her having been bullied alot worse and that's how she got into this, but by now she deep down fully regrets ever having started this and wished with every inch of her heart she could stop

but she knows she herself already hardly could live with herself after all this so she would never ask Adrien/ Griffe Noire to let go of the only hope he has at this point and live with the fact that he became an actual monster to preserve HER humanity, so she can save them both with the wish.

A Toxinelle who believes they already went too far to possibly go back and because of that she detaches herself from morality in the way it happened in "Recreation" with Emilie because in her (and Adrien's) mind they only have to win and everything will be okay again.

Adrien won't be a monster anymore and will return all together to the boy she once loved - and only still behaves like around Marinette or while thinking of his mother - and Paris, it's citizens, the entire world and THEMSELVES wont remember anymore what happened or that Toxinelle and Griffe Noire ever did any of this to them.

Give me TAHT Marinette/ Toxinelle please. For the love of GOD.

#ml spoilers #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #ml paris special #toxinelle #griffe noire #shadybug #Claw Noir #shadybug and claw noir #Ml meta #Ml theory #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Adrien Agreste

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You're just so cute!

Part 2

Strawhats x Affectionate! Reader

Can be read romantically or platonically(except for Chopper! He is platonic.)

Enies Lobby mentions for Robin, but nothing spoiler worthy.

Characters: Chopper, Robin, Franky, and Brook

CHOPPER

We already know how he is with compliments😭

Will insult anyone who does

He just gets sooo embarrased.

But that doesn't mean anything to you.

So he has to get his A game on.

"You have Luffy's smartness!" "You are even more unfunny than Brooks jokes" "How are you more of a crybaby than Franky?"

"You smell worse than Zoro." "You're eyes are creepier than Robins!" "Why does Nami has less anger issues than you?!"

Ends up insulting the whole crew just to get you to knock it off.

But these attacks don't work so he stops them(Nami, Franky, and Usopp get mad at him for dragging them.)

He will never get used to them fully. But you can praise him without him immediately insulting you.

Once in a blue moon he might just accept it.

But that is rare.

Feels happy when you notice things others do not.

He likes praises from you as much as from Robin.

ROBIN

She is an enigma.

You cannot tell how she takes it.

She always gives the same response: a gentle smile and a thank you.

That is the extent you witness

But her head is always going haywire

Before Enies lobby she feels like you wouldn't be saying this if you knew her backstory.

She doesn't blame you, just can't believe it is actually genuine out of insecurity.

After enies lobby, at first she might think you don't again mean it because it might be out of sympathy.

But she realizes quickly that it is truthful.

She genuinely appreciates every compliment you give her after that realization.

Like Nami, she loves when you praise her character because being known as a demon child and evil since the age of 8 does wonders on ones self esteem.

She will still think she is somewhat undeserving, but her confidence and self esteem build up over time.

She will reciprocate any praise back.

When she doesn't actively try to compliment you, the praise is beautiful.

But when she is actively trying, they come off as kind of creepy.

Think Ishigami noticing Chika's Shampoo.

She will act exactly like Ishigami if you say that it is creepy(but say she wants to die in her head.)

Do not blame her she is trying!

FRANKY

Lets be real. He is the complimentor of the strawhats.

You can't compete where you can't compare.

When you start your complimenting campaign, he takes it as a competition.

If you praise someone, he comesback with two. If you point something out no one else noticed in your crewmate, he actually noticed first because he raised them, taught them to read, and gave birth to them.

You two always get into compliment battles. You say he is cool, well you are not just cool but awesome. If you think he is the best shipwright, well now you are the most SUPER best (crew job) in the world!

You just yell at each other, but instead of insults, it is just nice things. Nami has to threaten you two to shut up.

Yall get stares if you do this in public

You get annoyed with his antics, so you curate a plan to get him to stop.

We all know he can be a bit of a crier(he just has a lot of feelings.)

So you keep track of why he cries everytime, trying to find a pattern.

You find his weakspot.

"Franky, you are honestly such a good peeaon. I wish you were my older brother. You'd be the best brother in the world."

Cue water works.

He cannot respond to you other than a thank you and a weak compliment back.

But it is clear to anyone that you won.

This doesn't stop any compliment battles though.

BROOK

Other than Luffy, he is the only one that doesn't reject the praise at first for some reason.

From the jump is chill about it and appreciates it.

This makes it easier for you.

But you have to put up with so many jokes.

I'm sorry I cannot do skeleton jokes, so I got these off of google

"Wow you are always so calm Brook!" "That's because nothing gets under my skin! YOHOHOHOHOOOOO!!!"

"You can play any type of music! Wow!" "But not church music." "Why not?" "Because I have not Organs! Yohoho!"

😐

Listen, i never said you won't have ANY difficulties.

He isn't as insecure as others but it still makes his self esteem better.

The praise makes him more confident in himself.

After being alone for so long, he deserves all the praise

He shows off his musical skills to you a lot kore than anyone else since who doesn't want to hear thet are the Shit.

#one piece fluff #one piece x reader #tony tony chopper #nico robin x reader #robin x reader #franky x reader #brook x reader #brook one piece

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mossy-opal · 1 year

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To Lay Beneath

Succubus! Shigaraki x Reader

Warnings: SMUT!!!!! HEAVY SMUT!!!! Heavy Sub and Dom Tones, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Safe Word Usage (we believe in safe sex here)

Did I get really into this and write a 2,800 word fic?.... No. You're seeing things.

Males were rare. They weren’t often produced, and if they were, they were oftentimes seen as… Weak. Usually, males were Incubi, and females were Succubi. For a male to be born a Succubus, it just made things harder on them. Humans were far too inferior to really understand, as humans were often too picky. Unfortunately, that led to many nights Shigaraki went hungry. This often led to him being snippy, and angry, and that made it even harder for him to find someone, anyone, to feed off of…

It was just stupid, being constantly teased by others of his kind, and being constantly rejected by those of a lesser species. It was ridiculous!

Making his way down the street, he moved through the crowds looking for someone who would satisfy him, looking for anyone who seemed just as desperate as he was.

Everything was just so annoying…

He bumped into someone, that just made him hiss.

“Hey! Watch it!”

Dammit, they were pretty too- “Ah, I’m sorry sweetie, I wasn’t looking where I was going..!”

Wait.

What?

Sweetie!?

He could already feel his face flush as he sputtered out an “it’s fine”, and you didn’t make it any better by smiling at him, and gently laughing. What was so funny!?

“You’re pretty cute y’know that? Here, let me make it up to you, let me get you a coffee?”

Your consistent compliments didn’t help him any, “Sure, fine, whatever…”

You were silent for most of the time you two sat together, Tomura was poking at his drink with his straw, and staring at the food you bought him. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to eat it, it just wouldn’t be what he really needed, and it’d probably only make him feel worse.

“What’s your name, cutie?”

He clicked his tongue, “Shigaraki…”

“Got a first name?”

He was silent for a moment, and you took that chance to introduce yourself. You seemed confident, as if you knew what you wanted. He felt like he was a piece of meat, and for some reason, he liked it.

“Well, that first name?”

“Tomura…. Tomura Shigaraki…”

“Thank you! So…”

And thus, you started small talk. You told him a little bit about yourself, he told you some things about himself in return, and at the end of it, you gave him your number.

This was not how he planned his day to go.

But it was better than nothing. He got free coffee, and a hot person's number. This was probably the best day of his life, though he’d never say it aloud. He even got real food at the end of the night, some desperate girl trying to get back at her man after she caught him cheating- He didn’t catch her name, he didn’t care to. All he wanted was her pleasure, her lust, hell even her sadness would feed him for now.

He took as much as he could.

He didn’t get around to texting you until about a day later, sending just his name. He jumped when his phone went off almost immediately.

[Hey! It’s nice to hear from you! Thought I’d never get another date! How does Friday sound? I wanna go see a new movie, and would hate to go alone!]

You had to be kidding.

How should he respond? He’s never made plans like this before- He had no clue how to handle this-

[[Sure.]]

[Awesome! See ya then cutie!]

He hoped some day you’d stop calling him that… Though he doubted it…

•

He was right. The more you two hung out, the more you used those nicknames for him. The more you two got to know each other, the more flirtatious you got. Hell, you even showed him off to people, telling them you were best friends, and the wedding was in spring… It was like whiplash with you. He didn’t know how to handle it, but at the same time, he felt very different about you.

He couldn’t explain it very well, and he didn’t know if he should. He liked how it made him feel… Full. He would rather die than admit it, but you made him happy. He was less snippy, and you teased him about how he’s warmed up to you, and he denies it, but he knows it’s true.

He likes you a lot more than he’s supposed to like his food.

But you were kind to him, you made him feel special. You spoiled him with nothing but friendship and care, and you never asked for anything in return. Maybe a shoulder to cry on every now and then, but other than that he was just your friend.

Why is it that when he told himself that, his chest hurt…?

Things seemed stagnant at that point… Until one night…

•

“Tomura…”

He grunted in response, he was playing a game while you were reading, your legs over his thighs.

“Tomura~”

“What..!?”

You giggled, “Tomu-sweetie, I have a question~”

He groaned, “What is it? I’m in the middle of a-”

“Do you like me?”

His grip on the controller tightened, but he stayed silent. His mouth was open and he swiftly shut it. He was happy the lights were off, or else you’d see his face was flushed.

“Tomura, answer me~” He could practically hear your teasing smirk.

“Why?”

“Because it’s rude to keep someone on the edge..” He could hear the pout in your voice.

“No, I don’t like you.” You laughed.

“It’s also rude to lie~”

He paused his game, glaring at you. You had a smile on your face, as if you hadn’t just teased him about how he felt. What was your end game? What did it matter to you?

“What if I do, huh? What, are we gonna stop being friends? I expected it to happen at some point, why not rip the bandaid off now-”

He was silenced when you moved.

You were straddling him.

His eyes widened and he opened his mouth to talk again, but you put a finger to his lips.

“Ah ah ah, no. You spoke enough, sweetie. It’s my turn now, okay~?”

He gulped, but nodded. What was even happening right now?

“Good boy… Now, do me a favour and be honest, okay~? Do. You. Like. Me~?”

He shuddered, “Y-yes….”

“See how hard that was? Now, if you couldn’t tell, I like you too…”

“S…. S-so…?”

You chuckled, and if it didn’t send shivers up his spine he’d be even more of a liar.

“I think you know. Follow me.”

You got off of him, and he was quick to get to his feet, almost tripping over the controller cord, his game forgotten on the TV. He watched you walk in front of him, leading him to your room. You led him to the edge of the bed, and sat down. You pat the spot next to you, and he sat, being sure to put his hands in his lap.

“We’re going to go over some rules, okay?”

“O-okay…”

“I want you, Tomura. Do you want me?”

He nodded and you scolded him, “No, I need words.”

“Y-yes, I… I want you…”

He saw you smirk out of the corner of his eye.

“Good. Now, red means stop, yellow means slow down, or go slow, and green means go. Does that work for you?”

“U-uh, sure, y-yea… Uhm…”

You got up, taking your shirt off. He averted his eyes. He had to tell you, he had to before this got too serious, he could hurt you-

“Hey, Tomura, what’s wrong?”

You were kneeling in front of him, and the sight took the wind out of his lungs. You were gorgeous…

“I-I’m a Succubus…”

Your eyes widened, and you choked out a laugh, “Ha- w-what..?”

“It’s not a joke, I’m serious, we can’t have sex because I’m a Succubus, I could hurt you or-”

“Tomura-”

“I’m being serious!”

At that exclamation, his horns sprouted from behind his long hair, his tail waved behind him, and his wings spread out. You could even see the change in his teeth, now they looked like fangs. Your eyes widened as you fell back on your ass, landing with a small “oof”. You looked him up and down, and you sighed.

“Tomura I…. That’s… Quite amazing, if you ask me…”

He was shocked you were even still here. “What…? You don’t think I’m dangerous? I could kill you-”

“So why haven’t you?”

He was silenced at that. You… Had a point. You had been kind to him, given him multiple chances to take advantage of you, to kill you and take what he needed from you, and yet he didn’t. If anything, he had been exceptionally nice to you. He didn’t even notice how you took off your pants and underwear, before you straddled him yet again.

“So, still worried you’ll hurt me~?”

He was speechless again, “Because I can make it easy for you, if you’re still worried~”

He blinked, leaning back a bit. “... How…?”

You leaned into him, kissing him gently, making him jump. He kissed back with a push, and you giggled into it, keeping your hands on his shoulders as his tail flicked impatiently. You grind your hips against his, making him shudder into your mouth. He could feel your smirk widen at that.

Pulling back, you sat on him fully, making him whine.

“Oooh, sooo cute… Do me a favour sweetie, take off your clothes, yeah~?”

He shuddered again and let out a small “yes”, as he stripped, he could hear you rustling around near him, probably in your closet-

“Why aren’t you naked yet?”

He jumped a little, his shirt was still on, as were his boxers. “A-ah- I was distracted-”

“Well chop chop cutie, get to it~!”

Your enthusiasm made him turn an even deeper shade of red.

Quickly, he got the rest of his clothes off, now standing fully naked in front of you. He was pale, and from what his kind has told him, he’s not all that appealing. Covered in scars, his wings couldn’t carry him due to holes, he would often scratch at his skin due to the stress of everything, and with your staring it made him want to itch now-

“You’re so pretty… Come here~”

You were sat on your bed, leaning back against your pillows. You opened your arms to him, and he whined as he crawled over your bed to you, leaning in to kiss you himself, slowly. You moaned softly against him, wrapping your arms around him. He was much warmer than you were, but you couldn’t complain.

Separating from him, you pushed him back a bit to adjust yourselves, having him lay beneath you, your pillows and your scent surrounding him. Your hands were all over his body, making him whine and moan as you groped him wherever you wanted. You were so… Gentle with him, as if you could hurt him, treating him as if he was glass. He almost yipped when you spread his ass.

“W-what’re you-”

“Colour?”

His face was bright red, his eyes wide. He’d never- “Tomura baby, I need a colour~”

… Despite his inexperience, your calm demeanour was certainly aiding him. He shuddered as you toyed with his hole, gasping as you played with him. He… He trusted you…

“Y-yellow…”

“You got it sweetie…”

You pulled away from him, grabbing a bottle of lube that was on your bedside table. Slowly, you applied lube to your hand, and to his hole. The coldness of the lube made him jump again, and you shushed him with sweet whispers as you kissed his neck, your fingers gently touching him, before ever so slowly you pushed one finger in. He shuddered a moan at the feeling, moaning more when he felt you moving in and out of him. You kept talking to him, talking him through it, and it made him feel even better.

“A-ah… Mm…. M-mooraa….”

“Hmmm….? What is it baby~?”

“M… M-more… P-please….”

You hummed, “Alright… One more, okay, baby~?”

“Y-yes- please- fuck…”

Slowly, you did as he asked and pushed another finger into him, making him cry out in pleasure, his wings fluttering beneath him as he gripped your arm that held you up. Slowly, you started fingering him more, scissoring him carefully too. You loved how he writhed beneath you, whining and begging you to keep going… It was almost like you were the demon, and you fucking loved it.

“Want another one baby~?”

“Ah-! Y-yea- p-p-please- please more-aah~”

You chuckled darkly, kissing along his jawline. “Coloooouuur~”

“Aaaaha~! Greeeen! Green green p-please plea-aaah~!”

He didn’t have to beg you much more, as you did as he asked, pushing another finger in and fucking him with your hand. You kept kissing his neck, licking and nipping at every bit of exposed skin you could get your teeth on. You moaned, whispering in his ear, “You’re so good for me baby, do you want more than just my fingers~?”

He gave a confused whine at that, and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“I have a toy for you baby, but I need a colour before I give it to you~”

You lifted yourself off of him, keeping your hand busy in him while reaching for your strap-on. It wasn’t too big, only about 5 inches from base to tip, but as you pulled it out and Shigaraki laid eyes on it, he couldn’t help but clench around you and whine a bit.

“A-ah- d-do you think that’ll f-fuu-fit..?”

You chuckled again, pulling your fingers out of him slowly, “Sweetie with how I’ve prepped you, I’m sure it will. Not only that, I’ll be using plenty of lube. So-”

“Green.”

He wanted to hit himself for how fucking eager he was- But all you did was smile.

“Okay baby, give me a minute~”

Putting it on carefully, you put some lube on it, gently stroking it before lining it up with him. He whined again, wiggling his hips, his tail wrapping around your waist, trying to pull you closer. You carefully pushed in, making him moan sinfully.

“I want you to relax darling, can you do that for me~?”

“Aaah-y-yeaaah~”

“Good boy~”

Ugh, when you called him that it made him weak. He did as you asked though, breathing carefully as you allowed him plenty of time to adjust. When you were all the way in, he took in a few shaky breaths, allowing himself to get used to you, he wiggled his hips slowly. Gently, you gripped his hips, helping him get some friction so he could get used to it.

“A-agh.. G-green…”

“Hm..? What was that baby~?”

“G-green… P-please m-m-move…”

You cooed at him, but didn’t tease him anymore than you had, slowly moving your hips. Your first thrust made him whimper, and the next only fuelled your need to make him cry out for you. As for Tomura, he’d never expect to be in this situation, much less with someone like you. You were well far out of his league, and yet here you were, being intimate with him more than anyone ever had been. No one he had been with had ever taken such care of him, much less fucked him like you did. Your constant thrusting made him arch his back against you, his moaning only getting higher in pitch as he begged you to let him cum.

And you did.

He had never felt more full, fed completely, and he didn’t even do anything to you. You smiled down at him, and you just looked… So happy to see him so fucked out. He was breathing heavily, looking down at himself, seeing the mess he made on his stomach, and he didn’t even touch himself.

“Feeling better, my little demon~?”

He huffed, moaning as you pulled out of him, but he nodded, “Haa… Yeah I’m… Fuck…”

You laughed, moving to the other room, before coming back with a warm wash-cloth, and you started cleaning him up.

“W-wait, you, how do you feel..? I was feeding off of you the whole time I-”

You shushed him, before kissing him deeply.

“I feel fine honey, is that not normal for you…?”

He shook his head, “No, usually if I feed off of someone they die… Since I actually like you, I’d get kinda bummed out if you died…”

You smiled, “Well, maybe that’s the difference. You like me.”

Hearing it said out loud made him blush again, “That’s good, because it’d be real awkward otherwise. I like you too sweetie~”

He blushed even more, “G-good…”

“Oh and by the way, I think your tail is super cute~”

He curled into himself, “Mhmm…”

You crawled up to him, kissing his cheek before laying beside him, pulling him down to you.

“Goodnight~”

“Wait, what about you?”

“Worry about it in the morning, unless you wanna go again~?”

He flushed again, “You’re insatiable…”

“You’re one to talk, demon~”

Tags: @slayersins @shadowsandshapes @dabislittlemouse @dabislittlebeaniebaby @the-milk-anon @shockinglysubmissive @elias-fable @starstruck-flames @daniidil @223princess

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha smut #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki #tomura shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x you #tomura x reader #shigaraki x reader #tomura x y/n #shigaraki smut #tomura shigaraki smut #tomura smut #Enjoy you FREAKS #i blacked out through half of this #i was possessed while i wrote this #i hope it's accurate enough #i sure hope it's realistic enough #gosh golly gee i sure hope we took good care of a FICTIONAL DEMON

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giorno-plays-piano · 5 months

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Thorns In His Mouth

Part VI

Pairing: fae!Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: obsession, dubious consent, minor character death, drugs (neither reader nor Steve are involved), slight eating disorder, mentions of tumor, high tech elves.

Words: 1.3k

Summary: Maybe it was a good idea to chat with a waitress a bit more once she brought you your order. Perhaps she could at least tell you with whom you should speak because you simply couldn’t force yourself to look at others, most of them already high, shouting something loudly or laughing or weeping. You could constantly hear the flapping of someone’s wings, weird whispers and noises, and the sound of boots and hooves that made your hair stand on end.

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V

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You stared at the earrings, dumbfounded. Did he say "we"? Was Steve going to look for that elf together with you?

Apparently, you just voiced your thoughts absent-mindedly because Steve murmured something and took you by the arm, moving to the café you despised with all your being.

It was much quieter inside tonight, though. There were only a few fair folk, and they were all silently eating or drinking something: the noisy company doing drugs and who knows what else yesterday was nowhere to be seen. Thank God.

As you fell on your seat, Steve taking a place on the other side of a minuscule plastic table, a familiar fae with bright pink hair approached you two. She threw a quick glance at you, pursing her lips at the sight of Steve, but then vanished to the kitchen without a word, probably to bring you the same sweet cupcake she had given you yesterday.

Staring at the elf with furiously bleached hair, you stilled, not knowing how to start a conversation with him again. What could you even say? Why did he want to accompany you on your quest? He had nothing to gain from it. Even the earrings you had given him he returned back to you, and you've never had of any fae returning human gifts. Granted, you weren't a big specialist, but it seemed strange, nonetheless.

Why was he so invested in your search?

The question was probably written all over your face because Steve gave a shaky laugh and rubbed his eyes tiredly as if he had a hard time explaining his reasons.

"I'm a former High elf, too," he started, watching confusion forming on your face while he gave you an unhappy smile. "I held a very high position at my court. Probably among the highest, compared to the others' here. Thus, I'm a Watcher. I watch over the exiled fae and elves, help them when I can, control them so they won't do anything stupid, and end somewhere worse than here. I keep in contact with humans, those who know who we are, and see that everyone abides by the rules. I'm the most useful companion to you if you want to find someone."

His words took you aback. This malnourished, anxious elf with his badly bleached hair and unnaturally long limbs was the most powerful of the exiled fair folk? Truly? Could you take his word for it? Oh, he did mention fae couldn't lie, but it was hard to believe he was telling you the truth.

For a second, you felt a little disappointed. You imagined someone like Watcher to be alike a fairy prince from the fairytale, magnificent in his glory, tall and strong, impeccably built, with his hair shining stunningly in the moonlight as he sat a top of his giant war horse. You did not, by any means, expect to find a Watcher to be a man looking like a 90s model addicted to heroine.

"But why do you want to help?" You asked very carefully, masking you disappointment not to offend him. "I imagine I have nothing of value to give you in exchange."

Suddenly, he smiled, albeit sadly.

"You needn't give me anything. I already owe you for what you did for my kin."

Again, a mystery. You were getting tired of his inadequate responses.

Seeing you bewildered, Steve continued, "You wept when Julius died. You regretted him leaving. Nobody else would do it for him, but you did, and now he's where he should be, at peace. If not for you, his journey would be... an arduous one."

His words made you silent, and you immediately forgot all the questions you were going to ask him. He had said something similar yesterday, hadn't he? Something about it being good that you cried at the sight of Julius' body, although you couldn't even imagine what good did it do to the dead elf. Was Steve talking about a reincarnation or something? Or Julius' spirit returning back to his homeland? You had no idea, but at the memory of a dead elf lying breathless on the sofa your anxiety rose again, and you clutched the pearl earrings in your hand until it started to hurt.

"Why wasn't it enough that you cried for him?" You asked out of nowhere, still searching for some proof Steve was tricking you.

He sighed, "I didn't cry."

Didn't he? You couldn't remember, his face but a blur after you had run up the stairs and collapsed outside of an abandoned factory.

No, you couldn't remember him crying.

"He was one of us," Steve muttered, accepting a black CD pack from a waitress who appeared out of nowhere, leaving a plate with you cupcake quietly on the table before she left without a word. "And I will miss him, but neither my folk nor me weep like you do. Unless on a very special occasion, a death of our beloved or a child, perhaps. But you... you humans know a great deal about compassion and sorrow. Your tears weight more than mine."

His words struck you to your core, and for a few seconds, you just sat there in silence, staring at the distressed - or rather just ancient and rugged - black leather of his jacket. No one had ever said anything like that to you. On the contrary, your therapist mentioned many times it's not healthy to be overly sympathetic and sensitive, to the point when someone's troubles made you troubled. You had to learn to keep your head cool, he said, because no one would profit from your worry. If you wanted to help someone, you needed to stay sane and safe first.

And here he was, this strange, somewhat scary and somewhat beautiful elf, telling you Julius got to his safe place because you had cried for him.

"It's strange, how your world works," you murmured, directing your gaze to the very same leather jacket as if you were talking to it.

Steve gave a laugh, shifting in his uncomfortable plastic chair while a fairy waitress stared at him intently behind his back, her hand resting on a bar counter.

"No stranger than yours." He smiled and made a small gesture with his left hand you barely registered, and the waitress abruptly turned away from you two with a blank expression on her face. "Then it's settled. I'll bring you to one more of my folks today, and you'll tell him your story. He's not a drug addict, by the way."

It was a very nice addition, you shrugged and bit into your cupcake that tasted as heavenly as yesterday. Were you going to develop diabetes if you ate it every day? You hoped not, although it was a small price to pay for the life of your mother.

"Actually, I wanted to mention it the last time. Do you know anything about our kind? Anything at all?" The elf asked nonchalantly, tucking a strand of hair behind his perfectly human ear. Seeing you froze, he chuckled, "It's fine. I'm with you. But it'd be better if you knew at least the basics, so I recommend doing some reading and using my advice for now."

"Of- of course," you immediately answered back, stuffing the rest of the cupcake in your mouth and hurriedly wiping your lips. "I'd be very grateful for any advice!"

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He liked what you said. His face lit up, the corners of his big mouth turning upward. Before you had a chance to say anything else, he's already at the door, leaving a five dollar bill on the counter and motioning you to follow him God knows where. It's still a bit scary, to go after a strange, twisted but still weirdly attractive creature who moved with such grace even with his oddly long limbs and whose hair looked a little otherworldly despite the cheap bleach he used. But you're alone in this unfamiliar world without him, and you didn't think twice before you jumped off your seat, handing the waitress one more five dollar bill and running after Steve.

Part VII

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oscarthedino · 4 months

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Jeremiah x reader

Summary: y/n Conklin is the middle sister of Steven and belly. You have been dating Conrad sense last summer but lately you have been noticing he was off. As summer is now approaching fast you can’t wait to see him and also hope you can figure out what is going on with him but you can’t believe what actually is in store for you.

Warnings: cursing, mention of death/cancer, cheating, possibly assault and smut

(Not my gif)

Every summer sense you could remember was spent in cousins with the fishers. You were the middle child of the Conklin’s, Steven is the oldest and belly is the baby. You and belly aren’t that far apart in age you are actually in the same year at school.

You and her have an ok relationship but you don’t have much in common. Belly is amazing at volleyball and the only time you have picked one up was a few summers ago and Steven hit it to hard and it nailed you right in the nose. Good to say you haven really picked one up sense and weren’t very good. You liked to stick to track and track sports.

You have always known belly has liked Conrad it was very obvious, Even Susanna knew. You all knew belly was the favorite it was obvious I mean she was the baby of the family. Susanna used to tell you she knew at least one of you would end up with her boys and deep down you hoped it would be you. You always thought Susanna knew you liked Conrad to but didn’t tell you. She always called you the most mature and reasonable out of all of you. You were the one who solved the arguments or gave something up to make the rest happy and didn’t cause stupid fights. One time when Susanna bought everyone ice cream when all of you where at the boardwalk Steven and belly where fighting and Steven knocked belly’s ice cream out of her hand. Belly ran back to the moms like she always did. I tried to stop her knowing that it would just make everything worse but it didn’t work. Laural was always worried about money and felt bad when Susanna would buy things for us so she made Steven share hers with belly. Steven was so mad about it that he almost threw his away just to spite her but I gave belly line before he could. When Susanna asked I told her my stomach hurt from the rides so you didn’t even want it. She pulled you into a hug and told you how nice you were to everyone. You always worried about how nice or open hearted I guess you were laural always told you to be careful because people will take advantage of it. Conrad ended up sharing his with you. You think that was the moment you realized you liked him.

That was 3 years ago. Now you are on the way to cousins and can’t wait to see everyone especially Conrad. You guys have almost been saying for a year now. He asked you to be his girlfriend officially last summer and ofc you said yes. Ever since then though belly hasn’t been as open with you. You understand that she is upset but you couldn’t help it. You guys got in a giant fight when you told her like you expected but it didn’t make it any easier. Conrad told you it would be ok and she would get over it eventually and he would try to talk to her. You were always jealous of the two of them. They were super close I mean you guys were but in a different way. You have always been closer to Jeremiah. You guys did everything with each other especially When Steven and Conrad would randomly disappear to do their own thing. You had a tradition of sneaking out to the beach the first night and catching each other up on everything.

All of a sudden you get pulled out of you trance by belly obnoxiously singing from the passenger seat and Steven yelling from the drivers seat to shut up. You look over to your mom and see her silently laughing. You never see your mom this happy except in cousins. But this year she seems even happier I don’t know if it’s she’s just excited, happy to be divorced which was still pretty fresh from everyone and hurt for you still or , the fact her book was going good and she had a meeting about it today.

Belly looks back at me still singing and I chime in now singing just as loud and we both start laughing with Steven says “ I’m this close to cutting my ears off and pulling this car over right now if you both don’t shut up”

You and belly both look at each other and sing even louder and Steven looks and that both of you and lets out a loud groan.

You guys stop at the convenience store before you guys head to the house you decide that you want to wait in the car instead of go in. When everyone gets back belly has a huge smile on her face and Steven looks disgusted. You’re about to ask what happened but then your mom gets back in the car you tell yourself to ask Steven later because you doubt belly will tell you. Before you know it you’re pulling up to the summer house.

Steven immediately b-lined it out of the car as soon as he saw Jeremiah come out of the house my mom followed after. You are about to the get out of the car as you see belly fixing her hair and you immediately feel a twig of jealousy. “Come belly you can do that later” you tell her and she gives you a small nod almost looking mad.

You get out of the car and immediately see Jeremiah giving your mom a hug. He spots you from behind her and you see the biggest goofiest smile that you have only ever seen on jere. As soon as he gets to you his arms surround you. I mean he has always been taller than you but he has definitely grown some. I knew he was in football now and he definitely had more muscle but he is also taller 6 feet if not taller. While you have stayed around 5,3 5,4. “You have changed so much” I tell him as I pull back from the hug “ so did you” he says “ I mean I know I have kinda seen you a few mouth ago but..” he takes a step back to fully look at you.

I mean you have changed a lot in the last year you’re now on the bigger side of a C cup and have filled out more in other places but you also feel a little different. It also hasn’t been that long since you have Jere technically. You and Conrad try to go out and see each other every few mouths or sooner when you get the chance but he is really busy with football and you are very focused on school so the trips are usually short and don’t really get a chance to see Jeremiah or Susanna much. “I see your not the only who changed” Jeremiah says loud enough so that belly who is behind you can hear as he moves to give her a hug picking her up and spinning her.

You see Susanna at the door and you see what almost looks like pride and so much love in her eyes. You go up to her and give her the biggest hug ever. “I’ve missed you so much” you tell her “it’s only been a few months sweetie” “Exactly it’s been to long” you respond with holding back the biggest smile as she kisses your forehead.

You look over your shoulder and see Conrad come into view. Susanna looks over “ go say hi don’t let me stop you” she tells you “ thank you” you tell her giving her one more squeeze before heading over to him.

Your smile is so big now you have missed Conrad so much. As you walk over to him you can’t help to notice who he is staring at, belly. You try to not think into and just tell yourself he hasn’t seen her in a long time longer then you at it’s nothing but you can’t help but be a little jealous. When he sees you in his peripheral vision he immediately turns to you. You can’t help but notice the sadness and almost disappoint in his eyes before he covers it up with a smile. You jump into his arms and immediately Barrie your face in his chest. “Ive missed you so much” you tell him almost coming out as a mumble because your face is in his shirt. His hand comes up to your hair before he tilts your chin up to kiss you and says “I have missed you so much more”.

You guys don’t get many more words out before Jeremiah and Steven yell from where they are standing “I think it’s time for a belly flopppp”. You immediately look at them and at belly before the boys start chasing her and she doesn’t get far. As the Carry her to the pool you go ahead of them to open the gate and watch as the count the three and throw her in. Before you know it Jeremiah and Steven get that look that you have seen many times before. They all run at you and you don’t even get 3 steps before they are throwing you in the pool to. Your immediately surrounded by water and as you come up to the surface for a breath the boys are all hunched over laughing except for Conrad who is barley laughing in the corner. You and belly look at each other knowing what to do. “Owwww my ankle hurts guy seriously can someone help me” belly says to the boys. Conrad immediately comes up concerned and you can’t help but feel the same jealousy you did earlier. He reaches his hand out to belly and she pulls him in.

Steven and Jeremiah are now laughing even harder. “Ok guys I’m done, jere please help me out” you ask him “Ok ok fine” he tells you also giving you his hand before you pull him in to.

Steven looks to be in tears now and jere asks him “come on bro don’t you want to be apart of the fun”. “No im good on missing this fun” he tells us still laughing as he walks inside.

You over to see what happened to Conrad and see him and belly inches apart staring at each other before belly pushes him away and you can hear her barley say “what’s your problem” before swimming away.

What the fuck was that, you didn’t even want to know but something pinged inside your chest. You got out after belly went inside and no one stopped you. Conrad didn’t even say anything

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pomogando · 5 months

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Sirens Call

An Illumina x Reader

Content warnings: hurt and comfort, depictions of blood and gore, implied torture

(1600+ words, oneshot, romantic intended but could be read as platonic)

You were never one to believe in the deities.

Not as in believe in their existence, there was no denying that, but as in their impact on normal men. Why should you concern yourself with a beings problems of who you will never meet?

That's why you left lost temple after all.

Crossroad was much more peaceful compared to that shithole. Your apartment had a good view of the ocean which was never really visible in Lost temple.

But the rent was terrible, you didn't know anyone, and if you're being completely honest you miss the food of your home faction,

but it was home.

You guess.

You decided to try something new one day, copying a recipe online that claimed to be '98% authentic.' You were much more skilled with sweets compared to more savory options. Hopefully, this would turn out better than the usual boxed dinners you bought, you spent more money than you're used to spending on ingredients.

You didn't have the patience (or the time for that matter) to make your own tortillas, store-bought was just fine.

You chopped up some peppers, fewer than he would've used. Your caretaker always preferred to make his own sauce that was way too hot for your tastes.

You couldn't help but notice every thing you did wrong, your cuts also weren't precise like his was. You struggled with squeezing the limes and dropped one of your avocados on the floor. You threw the bits into the blender and turned it on, swearing as you dropped a bit of parsley on the counter. Unfortunately it seemed your apartments shitty electricity seemed to have failed at this moment, buzzing and weeping before leaving you in the dark with a half mixed sauce and an overwhelming smell of lime.

Turns out the water was off, and the wifi, along with the damn a/c. You washed your hands with a water bottle and a dream, not wanting to rub chile into your eye like when you were younger. The same old towel you've always had dried your hands.

Crossroads was pitch black which blended into the starless night sky. That was strange. Crossroads was well known for never failing structurally; you could hear annoyed neighbors conversate amongst themselves.

You should've just ordered takeout.

The only source of light this dark night was a particularly ominous bright star. Staring at it gave you a headache; it might be time for bed.

Though, before you could even finish your next thought the blender came back to life screaming. It was about to fall to the ground as you caught it, a bit of sauce falling on the ground. The lights started to flicker next. Then the a/c froze you and then the tv was blaring that one soap opera you hated with a passion.

You left the now unplugged blender on the counter haphazardly as you ran for the tvs power, but as if things couldn't get any worse you felt the ground beneath you rumble. You fell to your knees as everything suddenly turned back off, diving you back into the night. A loud thump behind you and a groan. You turned around and saw something that might've been a blessing; or maybe not.

A deity of light, the intensity of the light was harsh but strangely warm. It's like a piece of the sun fell onto your balcony. The sun was curled up into a fetal position. The sun looked pitiful as its wounds dripped ichor onto your floor. The sun was breathing heavily as if someone tried to snuff it out.

You watched in awe, when suddenly the deity of light unhinged its jaw to release a primal, strained scream at a decibel you've never heard before. You should've gone deaf. The scream was a warning, an overwhelming dread filling you from head to toe. Your head was spinning as you felt tears form without you realizing.

Yet, for some reason you only stepped closer.

Their lone wing was clipped down to nothing. Their body covered in lacerations. Someone made a futile struggle of killing a god, but a part of you thought maybe that wasn't the goal despite how deep the gashes seemed to go.

Despite the odds against them, they were healing, slowly, but they were healing. The skin mending on its own like a seamstress would mend a sweater. All were mending except for a nasty bite near the shoulder that seemed to drip with a green liquid. You had a feeling it was slowing things down.

They didn't even seem to notice you.

You don't know why, maybe because you thought you couldn't contact anyone else about this even if you wanted to, you ran to your bathroom and pulled out whatever looked useful for dealing with wounds. You definitely didn't know what you were doing but there's no way you could've made things worse.

In spite of your preparation, you hesitated as you stepped close to the cowering figure; their breathing was ragged and seemed torturous, the star writhing with each breath. Their hands curled up into fists as a searing pain wad across their entire body.

You hesitated, but eventually got closer to the cowering figure and spoke in a shaky voice

"Can I... touch you?"

The angel did not respond, still curled up into a ball. It was as if it didn't hear you.

"I'm… just going to clean your bite mark. I hope that's okay. You can tell me no."

Silence filled the air.

You hastily wet your towel, stepping closer and careful not to cause more pain. You hesitantly begun to lightly dab the bite wound clean of the venomous green liquid. Only to be practically forced to the ground as the being of light let out another animalistic scream, shielding their body with whats left of their wings. The voice was strained but stern, spoken as a command that one couldn't refuse.

"Don't touch me."

Yet, hypocritically, it seemed to wrap its arms around you. Your body being pulled in close as it breathed heavily in your arms. You felt the ichor liquid spilling on your clothes but you felt as if you had better things to worry about.

Perhaps they didn't realizing they were clinging onto you like a scared dying animal. Blood loss could alter a mind, and maybe Gods had the same fear- maybe an even greater fear- of dying like mortals. Your thoughts were clouded as you tried to focus on what's in front of you as you gently wrapped your arms around their quivering body as ichor stained your skin. You would give them the comfort they would never admit to craving.

And the sun would let you.

You didn't know how to comfort people, but if the sun was bothered by it they wouldn't speak. Your soft, coddling reassurances of safety and warmth filled the ears of a deity twice your size. "You're going to be okay."

You could feel their blood drenched claws on your back as they kept their arms wrapped around your waist but they seemed to be careful not to harm you. The wounds on their back were being closed shut one by one, it was almost as if it was never there in the first place.

The bite wound seemed to finally be on the process to repairing itself aswell.

You opened your mouth hesitantly "do you have any more bite marks?" They only grumbled something inaudible in response, so you quietly scanned their body as best as you could.

"I just want to help you."

The deity seemed to flinch at those words, quietly pushing itself up from the ground to face you, they slowly opened their eyes as if they had been blind their whole life.

Their eyes were like a piercing blade. Eyes that would've made the bravest crumble into submission. Eyes that have probably seen many die in agony. Eyes that probably didn't care.

And yet, why did you feel your body relax as if you rejoiced with a long lost lover?

"Your eyes.." your voice was a soft whisper, music to their ears."They're like stars."

You would help them see again.

You put a hand on their cheek. Almost in a trance. Their eyes widened, you couldn't tell if it was fear or relief.

As quickly as that moment arrived, it quickly left. The star jolted up from your lap, unable to keep it's eyes off you as it made a run for the window to vanish into the night sky. Strangely, you could've sworn you saw their pale cheeks tint with color.

It felt as if you had just woken up from a dream. The only sign they had ever been here was the bloodied handprints on your back.

You didn't even notice when the lights came back to life as you sat there in shock and guilt.

The next, unpleasant morning. You tried your best to scrub your floor clean of blood. It seemed ichor was hard to get out even with a strong bleach. It would look jarring, but you decided to just place a rug over the spot. You didn't want to tell anyone what happened last night, not like they would believe you.

When you got your stained shirt out of the wash, you noticed something fall out onto the floor. A pale white feather. Somehow completely clean, it was practically glowing. Despite its delicate look it was tough and didn't tear. You ran a finger along the edge and it felt like gentle blades.

You had a feeling that it wasn't here by chance.

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iovetecchou · 1 year

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Pairings... Tecchou Suehiro x Reader

Contains... angst. toxic!reader, breakups, hurt no comfort, I made tecchou cry... sorry

GN Reader.

1,586 words.

It was your anniversary, and Tecchou decided to stop at the local florist to pick up your favorite flowers after work. He walked home with a spring in his step. You had been together for a year now, and Tecchou decided that tonight would be the night he asked you to marry him.

But… of course, life never goes as planned.

The second Tecchou stepped foot inside the apartment, he was… confused, to say the least. There were boxes half-full with various items that resided in your shared home. Clothes, appliances, shoes, and blankets. Yet all the photos of the two of you were still intact and in place.

This was… strange. As Tecchou stepped through the disheveled apartment, he heard rustling. It was coming from inside your shared bedroom. “Angel? Are you home…?” Tecchou voiced, but all he got in return was silence.

He quirked his head in confusion before stepping through the bedroom threshold. He had a strange gut feeling that something was wrong, but he suppressed it… for the time being. His gaze immediately honed in on your frame.

You were tossing all of your personal belongings into a small duffle. Not even acknowledging Tecchou's presence as you did so. “Y/n? What are you doing?” Confusion laced his voice and you couldn’t help but let out a sigh at his ignorance.

This was a common reoccurrence with Tecchou; He could be painfully dense at times.

“What does it look like I’m doing, Tecchou? I’m leaving.”

You never called him ‘Tecchou’ almost always referring to him as ‘Hiro’ or ‘Baby’ something was definitely not right.

“Leaving… for a trip? When will you be back?” You scoffed loudly at his idiotic question. Pausing your actions for a brief moment. Glancing over at him for the first time since he stepped into your shared space.

“Are you really that stupid? I’m not leaving for a trip. I’m leaving you. For good.”

Tecchou could not wrap his head around what you confessed to him. You had to be joking, right?

"Angel… you don't mean that. This is just a joke… correct?" You laughed harshly at his pitful response. Zipping up your duffle as you finished shoving the last few items into it before you spat out,

"I'm dead serious. We're done."

His heart sank into his stomach at your words. Suddenly the room felt like it was caving in around him. Tecchou felt as though he had been punched in the gut. All the wind was knocked out of him. He tried to find his voice through his gasps for air. Finally speaking up a few moments later.

“Did I do something wrong? Please tell me if I did y/n. I will make it right. I promise-!” He pleaded. Dropping the handcrafted bouquet atop the duvet, before making his way to stand beside you. He reached for your hand, but you harshly yanked away from him. Leaving Tecchou feeling even worse than ever.

“Tecchou… I don’t love you. I never did. I was simply… using you. You were nothing more than a mindless distraction. Did you really have no clue this entire time?”

He felt his heart break in two. What do you mean you never loved him? But you had been together for over a year. You lived together. You told him you loved him, so… why would he have any reason not to believe you and your words?

“So was everything all a lie, right from the start?”

You shook your head in agreement slowly. Rolling your eyes in annoyance before you spat out,

“Of course, you fucking idiot. I stuck around because you took care of me. And bought me nice things. I was only using you. Now... get out of my way. I’m going to stay with my friend for a few nights. I’ll have someone swing by… to grab the rest of my things tomorrow.”

Tecchou’s legs gave out before him. He dropped to his knees in front of you. Gazing into your loveless eyes. Desperately searching for a slight trace of his y/n. The one that he knew and loved so significantly. But he didn't find you. All that stood before him was someone unrecognizable. A stranger. His vision was blurry as the tears began to flow freely down his reddened cheeks.

“Y/n, please… you don’t mean that! I know you love me, and I love you so deeply. Please… don’t do this! We can make things work. I can do better for you. Just tell me what you want- no, tell me what you need. I’ll do anything! Just- please… don’t leave me… not now… not ever.”

He hiccuped out through his sharp sobs. Tecchou entangled his arms around one of your legs. Hugging you so tightly to his frame. He was scared.

Afraid to lose you, terrified to be alone, but most importantly… terrorized that his worst nightmare was unfolding right before his very eyes.

You yanked your leg away from his tight grasp. Causing him to fumble back slightly. “God, you really are pathetic… please for your sake and mine, stop blubbering like some helpless idiot. It’s not a good look on you.”

Who the hell was this person? It was as though a completely different individual was standing right before him. Sure, you were y/n, but not the y/n he came to know and love.

You grabbed your duffle, lugging it over your shoulder before you reached for the discarded bouquet. You examined the flowers for a brief moment. Your favorites, you noted. You chuckled before you spat out,

“Aww… my favorites, how thoughtful.”

Tecchou could barely speak at this point. His sobs wracked his whole body as he struggled to catch his breath. All he could do was gaze up at you with tear-filled eyes.

You suddenly threw the beautiful bouquet of flowers to the ground. Right in front of where Tecchou knelt. To add insult to injury… you began stomping all over them. Digging your heel into the delicate petals with no remorse.

Tecchou couldn’t help but think how ironic this was. Metaphorically speaking, you trampled all over his heart. The same way you relentlessly crushed the frail flower petals. Over and over again. It was painful to watch. It felt like the love and affection he showered you with for the past year was all for nothing. A total waste.

You shot him one last icy glare before you turned on your heel. Making your way to the bedroom door before you spoke for the last time.

"Oh... and Tecchou? Happy Anniversary."

Your words lingered for a few moments more. Ringing through his ears as Teccchou heard the front door open and shut. Signifying that you were gone… for good.

Tecchou doubled over. He brought his hands down to grasp at the ruined petals. He examined them through his tearful eyes, lip quivering uncontrollably. He closed his eyes for a brief moment. Taking in a few short breaths. In an attempt to get his sobs under control.

After a few minutes, Tecchou regained his composure to a certain degree. He rose back up to his feet on shaky legs. Taking in one last shaky breath before he reached into his back pocket. Examining the shiny ring box. The tears threatened to spill over his lashline from the sight alone.

This was not how he expected the night to play out at all. He had been looking forward to this moment all day. Blabbering to all of his colleagues gleefully about how tonight he was going to "pop the question" He wanted everything to be perfect, but what transpired tonight was far from it.

Tecchou let the box slip through his fingers. It landed on the cool hardwood floor with a light thud. The sound rang through his mind as he finally took in his surroundings. It was home, but it felt unfamiliar. It looked as though a tornado rummaged through this place. Boxes everywhere, filled to the brim with all the lovely things Tecchou bought for you. Over the entire course of your relationship.

But, Tecchou came to realize… that all of your shared belongings were perfectly in place. As well as all the love notes Tecchou wrote for you. They still sat neatly atop your shared desk. His heart broke further. If this wasn't proof enough that you didn't ever love him then… what would be?

How? How could you be with someone for so long… and never honestly know their genuine thoughts or feelings?

Tecchou began retracing the steps of your relationship in his head. He remembered all the lovely things he did for you. Breakfast in bed, coming home with your favorite takeout, brushing your hair after you got out of the shower. So you could relax and vent about your day. But he struggled to recall a memory when you did something thoughtful for him in this way.

His tears rolled down his puffy cheeks still. Tecchou wiped his runny nose with his sleeve. Before he made his way to the bedroom door. He took one last glance at the room in its entirety.

"Ah, you even took your pillow… huh?"

He thought aloud. The overwhelming realization that he would be sleeping alone tonight… and for good, now… made him feel sick to his stomach.

How could things be so perfect one moment and a complete tragedy the next?

How could another human being be so cruel?

I guess what they say is true…

Ignorance is bliss.

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The Fear : Jason Todd x fem!reader part 6

A/N: DRAMA TIME!

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

part 5

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„Y/N….”

„Hi, Jace.”

„You’re not real.” he stated coldly, stern expression on his face. He let go of her hand the second he realized he was holding it.

“I can assure you I am.” She looked down, saddened. She knew this would hurt, but even the knowledge could not fully prepare her for the amount and intensity of it.

“No.” he shook his head “You’re not. You left. This is not happening.” he jumped to his feet, as far away from her as possible leaving the girl sitting on the floor, watching him walk in circles around the cave. “I don’t believe you!”

“Jay…..” she stood up drawing level with him, once again reaching for his hand but he took a step back, his hazy gaze fixed on her face.

“Stay out of my way!”

“You know I can’t.” she whispered, rooted to the spot. Any move would only make the situation worse.

“I don’t want you here!”

“I know.”

“so why are you haunting me!?”

“Haunting?” she raised an eyebrow at him “haunting, Jay? I’m still alive. Out of everyone in the world you should know how to spot a deceased person.”

“You are dead to me. You were dead to me from the moment you walked out of the manor’s door. The second you gave up on me. On us. “

“I gave up?” she hissed her eyes narrowing “you sure about that?”

“I…….” he hesitated, his eyes slowly becoming more aware, clear sign of getting back in touch with reality and Y/N decided to suppress her anger to the benefit of making hay while the sun was still shining.

“Focus, Jay. Just for a second and then I’ll leave you alone. What happened? What do you remember?” she took a step forward“tell me…” she whispered moving even closer, within an arm’s reach and much to her surprise, Jason reached out, grabbed her waist and pulled her into his chest, holding so freaking tight. “Jaybrid?”

“It’s really you….” he whispered hiding his face in her messy hair breathing in her scent “you are here…..”

“I am….” Her voice broke when she embraced him back “And you’re safe. No one’s going to hurt you.”

“I missed you. I made a mistake when I let you go. Fucking mistake. Can you forgive me?”

“It’s in the past, Jay.” She patted his back, a bit awkwardly and pulled away making him wince from the lack of contact. “How are you feeling? Are you fully back on Earth?”

“Yeah, I guess so. I mean, now I remember what happened. Is Jimmy safe?”

“Who’s Jimmy?” she frowned but realization came upon her “you mean, the kid you were saving?”

“I wouldn’t exactly call it saving.”

“Whatever.” Y/N shrugged “and that’s the question you should be asking your brothers. I wasn’t at the scene how the hell would I know.”

“Why did you come? You wanted out of Gotham so bad and now you’re back.”

“Dick asked me for help.” She said out loud even if everything inside her was just screaming the truth. I missed you. I missed you. I missed you. She couldn’t confess to that though. Not since she was the reason of their break-up. Or at least, she believed herself to be the reason.

One month ago

“What the hell?!” Jason burst through the door to Dick’s room, angered and worried. Y/N was laying in his brother’s bed, asleep, her face reddened, her nose swollen, clear signs of sobbing that happened not so long ago. Said brother was sitting on the edge of the furniture holding her hand, rubbing soothing circles onto her palm, making sure she was calm and no nightmares were haunting her. “What happened?”

“She went through a mental breakdown.”

“What? Why? How?” Jason kneeled next to bed, putting loose strand of hair behind her ear, caressing her cheek. “Why didn’t she call me?”

“She did.” Dick corrected “a couple times actually. And so did I. You were obviously unavailable.”

“What? I didn’t…..” Jay reached for his phone. 10 missed calls “Fuck.”

“Yeah, that’s a good word. She couldn’t reach to you so she just came here. The best thing to do. She was shaking and sobbing like never before when Alfred opened the door and let her in.”

“Why….?” Jay panted “Did someone hurt her? I swear if anyone had the audacity to even come close I will …..”

“Hold it Jason. She never said it, but it was clearly visible it was because of you. She was worried, stressed, scared and tired. She broke down because you were ignoring her. She had no idea where you were and whether you were alive. I guess she was just as lonely as can be.”

“Fuck. She never said anything ……”

“Do you even know her?!” Dick finally snapped at his brother “of course she didn’t. She’s tough. She spend half of her life in belief she’s a burden to everyone and you did nothing to put her right! She was feeding on the scraps of your attention for weeks, Jason! Weeks! And what's even worse, she though she deserved it for being too clingy!”

“I never wanted that. I never considered….”

“Exactly. She’s too good for you, you know. She deserves so much better.”

“And you’re the one to give her that, huh? Nightwing? Of course you always think the best of yourself. You just can’t let any girl walk past you without some hookup, can you?!” Jason hissed, his voice filled with venom.

“Watch your words now, brother.”

“Or what, huh? What. Will. You. Do?”

“Don’t test me.” two vigilantes were now standing face to face, eyeing each other, ready to strike upon slightest offensive word. They were both in love with the same girl, and even despite the fact that Dick’s feelings were purely brotherly-like, Jason was still jealous. Maybe it was because of his own insecurities and complexes. In this state, they might have really hurt one another if it wasn’t for the quiet, confused voice coming from the side of bed.

“ Guys?” Y/N lifted herself up and rubbed her eyes in a child-like manner, still a bit in a fog, from her anxiety strike and the unexpected, forced nap “what are you doing?”

“Y/N!” Jason rushed towards her, fast enough to outrun his brother “Are you all right?” he fell on the bed next to the girl, grabbing her hands in his, trying to make up for his fuckup.

“A bit dizzy, but apart from that…..”

“Do you need anything?” Dick asked, caringly

“Thank you, Dickie” she smiled at him and Jason fight the urge to clench his fists on his brother’s throat “you’ve already helped me so much.”

“Anytime Y/N.”

“I think you should leave, Dickhead. I’m here now, she’s in good hands.” Jay hissed, hugging Y/N against his chest, closer than Dick would ever be able to get.

“Y/N?”

“I’m good, Dickie. I’ll talk to you later, all right? That is, if Jace won’t crush me, cause at the moment I can’t breathe…..” she tapped on Jason’s shoulder lightly urging him to lose the grip.

“Sorry, baby” a light kiss on her forehead “You got me scared that’s it.”

“I’ll be next door, Y/N” Dick stated “if you need anything just call me, all right?” Y/N smiled and nodded and oldest Wayne left.

“Finally.” Jason sighed

“Jace!” the girl scoffed him lightly “why are you acting like a lunatic? This is your brother. And one of my best friends, so it happens.”

“But you want to be more than friends with him, don’t you?”

“What are you talking about?” she frowned and crossed arms over her chest, sitting up. The possessive attitude Jason was showing a second ago was now turning into anger. “We are friends.”

“And that is why you are sleeping in his bed?”

“Jason…..” she warned narrowing her eyes

“What? You can’t deny the facts, Y/N!”

“Maybe if you were there for me, I would be in yours!” she exclaimed “but guess what, you weren’t! Who do you think I needed most when my head started spinning and my legs gave up on me to the point where I almost fainted?! You, you dumbass! I needed you!”

“So what, now it’s my fault!?”

“YES!” she yelled and it got him by surprise “It is your fault! I never asked for anything! I never asked you to change, to stop your vigilantism! To quit getting yourself hurt. Because I knew how important it was for you. That helping people, whatever your definition of helping may be, was your thing. I just needed you with me. At least sometimes. But …..” she shook her head

“Finish it!”

“Fuck you Jason!”

“Finish that fucking sentence!”

“YOU SHITED ON ME!”

“And Mr. Grayson was here to pick up the pieces of our shattered soul, wasn’t he?!”

“YES! YES HE FREAKING WAS!”

“Well if that’s the case maybe I should just remove myself from the picture. Good luck building your life with him!”

“Wait. You are breaking up with me?!” the sudden rush of anger made her jump out of bed and face him. It was a bit funny how small she looked in comparision to him and yet, how combative she acted.

“You bet I am!” he snorted disparagingly, venom dripping from the words that burnt a bridge built between them and that he couldn't take back now.

“Oh, no, no, no, mister Hood!” she took a few steps towards him and started hitting his chest repeatedly “If anything I am breaking up with you. Not the other way round.”

“As you wish. You know, I could smell this whole relationship deal crumbling for a while now. Good thing you crashed completely. Now you only have yourself to blame. I’m out.”

“You are a bastard, Jayson Todd. But you are right, go back to Artemis. I bet she missed you so damn hard.” Y/N started shaking with both anger and pain.

“I…” he turned on his way towards the door “there is nothing between us.” he grabbed her wrist pulling her closer to him looking her straight into the eyes “Y/n. you hear me? Nothing. “

“Just like there’s nothing between me and Dick and yet you didn’t believe it. You didn't believe me.” she whispered not looking at him, and struggling free. “I think you should go now, Todd.”

She did not call him by his nickname…..

“Y/N…. I…. I’m sorry…..” the realization of everything he just said and how he acted slowly dawned on him.

“Yeah, I am too. Now, go.”

"Y/N.... Please......"

"JUST GO!"

He fucked up all along the line.

They never spoke about that situation again. After two weeks of silence on both parts, she said her goodbyes to Dick, Tim and Damian and left Gotham, and after making a promise to keep in touch moved to the neighboring city to continue her work and experiments in some other lab.

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Little Lamb - Aemond Targaryen x Reader (Chapter 7)

Aemond Targaryen x You – Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , Chapter 6

Word count: 5301 words

Summary: As a maiden of a noble house, it is your duty to wed well. But how will you manage to, with a curious and possessive Prince in the picture?

WARNINGS: Violence, misogynistic behaviour (quite sexist), dubious consent

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Chapter 7: Homecoming

Although you were never too fond of traveling, hating how much time was wasted, you still adamantly refuse to ride on the terrifying she-dragon, Vaghar, against the one-eyed Prince’s demands.

“For the love of the Seven, Storm’s End is a seven-day journey.” the Prince Aemond groaned, as you sat in the chambers of Princess Jaehaera, watching over the children as they played. The Prince knew that it would be best to approach the topic of travel again with you in the presence of his nephews and niece, for your inclination towards being headstrong would be subdued.

Picking up the small Prince Maelor and setting him down on your lap, you look at the Prince, who stood above you. Sighing, you respond.

“Your Grace, as I have said before, I am not made to be on a dragon—“

“I would beg to differ.” The Prince interrupted with a mischievous smile. Rolling your eyes and ignoring him, you continue.

“Unless you intend to bring me dead to family, then I have to go by horse.” As you say the word ‘dead’, Princess Jaehaera protests the way young children do, jumping up to the side to hug you, with glassy eyes and a sharp whine.

“Nobody is dying, sweet niece.” Prince Aemond says, leaning down to pick up Jaehaera, still maintaining eye contact with you. “Tell me, Maelor, which journey sounds better: a quick flight on the largest dragon in the world, or sitting in a stuffy carriage for days on end?” Unsurprisingly, Maelor and the twins both yelled in favour of the former, reaping the wayward Prince another roll of the eyes from you.

“Why don’t you just get on your spectacular dragon in a week’s time and meet me there instead? Surely that is the best journey for the both of us.” You say irritated.

“Absolutely not. I will not have you left alone, unprotected.”

“And what of Ser Landor? Surely he would take offense if he heard how little you think of his abilities.”

The formidable Ser Landor was a knight chosen specifically by Prince Aemond, who now believed you too weak and vulnerable to threats. Now, everywhere you go, the stoic Ser Landor followed, never leaving you alone. You felt sure that if the Prince were not in bed with you at night, Ser Landor would never find time for sleep. Though the knight never disturbed, you found the middle-aged knight’s presence in your life to be an unwelcome one. You were also not very fond of the fact that your wishes of not having protection were being disregarded. You also did not fail to notice his personality, which was akin to a trodden rock, and you had a hunch that his lack of charisma was also why the Prince had chosen him as your protector.

The subject of travel has had you and the Prince bickering for days now. You knew that the Prince was adamant about escorting you, but you could not understand why. You gave up asking why very quickly, for he would not share anything, and neither did Queen Helaena, when you asked her once, during a stroll in the Gardens. Reasonably, you knew that it may have had to do with the Prince’s wish to wife you, and he may want to meet your father in person to arrange the affair. Though you thought it ridiculous, and believed that it would not happen, for surely someone would stop Prince Aemond from doing such a thing, the thought of it still made you blush. As time passed, you began imagining a life with the Prince, and felt like it was a story that you read as a child. And though you did not love the Prince, you tolerated, and even at times, liked him. You never expected to marry for love, so how was this any worse?

One aspect did make you nervous though, was that not only being wed to a Prince, but a Targaryen Prince at that. Though many people had heedless ambition, you were not one of them, and preferred the comfort of safety over the potential to advance in a game you did not care for. You want children, and you knew that having children with Prince Aemond would mean that they would always be in danger, and perhaps, even from him. This made your stomach turn.

Your travel preparations had been lengthy and involved very little from your end. On the morrow following your nameday, Prince Aemond asked you to send a letter informing your parents of your arrival (as well as that of some of the Royal Family), and that he would take care of the rest. This vexed you, especially as you knew that the Prince was withholding letters from them. You protested, he refused, the two of you bickered, then you kissed and reconciled (and wrote the damned letter). You now understood that it was a pattern and quickly became worn out.

A moon has passed since then, and you were finally about to leave, now that Prince Aemond had dealt with any matters that the King and his responsibility to the realm bestowed upon him

At first, you had expected that the Prince would not be accompanying you to your homeland without his Queen sister and her children, for surely it was improper. After visiting Oldtown, Queen Helaena had become fascinated with the idea of traveling throughout the Kingdom, telling you during supper one evening about how she now wondered whether her dragon, Dreamfyre, would be up for the challenge. Unfortunately, the King Aegon, who had been more lucid that evening, expressly forbade her from traveling without him upon hearing her enthusiasm, and you could not help but feel that it was cruel. A common trait among the Targaryen men you now understood.

“Please reconsider.” The Prince said, as he kissed you between your neck and shoulders the night before your journey. You knew that he was talking about traveling by dragon flight. That is all he talked about with you now, and it irritated you to no end.

“Aemond, I am trying to sleep.” You say, rolling away from him, feigning being sleep. You feel strong arms wrap around you tightly, pulling you close.

“Your stubbornness is arousing.” Your eyes open wide as you feel something hard press you below, and immediately jump away from him, turning to face the blonde man, so as to not have your back to him. He smiled triumphantly when you faced him, tucking a hair behind your ear. It was not the first time this has happened, nor were you naïve to the needs of men, but most of the time, you ignored it, hoping that his need for lust overwhelms his need to possess you. If he decided to go to the Street of Silk and find himself a new woman to obsess over, you would not be completely opposed to it, you thought. It has had yet to happen though.

Swiftly, the Prince got on top of you, supporting himself by positioning his elbows between you. Leaning closer, the Prince’s face hovered over yours, his eye mask so close that you could snatch it away if you wished. His lips almost touched yours, but did not, and his lower region firmly pressed against you. You felt like you were on fire.

“Aemond,” you say warningly. Not that the Prince understood, for he proceeded to start trailing kisses across your neck and jaw, humming, before whispering into your ear.

“I love it when you call me by my name.”

“Aemond,” you say again, this time in a lower tone. The Prince’s eye sharply connects to yours, and you notice his breath quicken. “… Surely your own quarters are more comforting.” You say, but your voice cracks as you. You do not give up though. “When was the last time you slept in your own bed?”

“I do not remember, but you are welcome to join me there though.” Exasperated, you try pushing him away, but he is unaffected, instead rolling to his side and pulling you against him.

“Never have I begged so much in my life. Please, my love, reconsider.” You knew that he was not asking about his chambers, but your journey. He loved wearing you down until you gave up, until you said yes, for it was his favourite game to play.

“The carriage going to Storm’s End will be at the courtyard tomorrow, you have not sent it away?” You ask, tracing your fingers against his jaw slowly, your fingers gliding towards his mouth, and then his scar.

“Not yet.”

“Good, as I would look rather foolish stood alone there with my belongings,” you kid, earning a slight turn of the mouth. “I will be in it, and so will Ser Landor. The journey is easy, and I will be safe.” You softly press your lips against his, before pulling away. “Please, do not force me, as I do not force you.”

Humming, the Prince pressed his forehead against yours. “You force me all the time, I am constantly at your clemency.” This time when you press your lips onto his, it is neither brief nor momentary.

Technically, your family does not reside in Storm’s End, but in one of the few (much) smaller castle near it. Thunder Fort was its name, and like Storm’s End, it was also situated along northern coast of Shipbreaker Bay. For centuries, your family has resided in this castle, and though your ancestors had actually sided with House Durrandon during Aegon’s Conquest, pardons were granted in exchange for unyielding generational loyalty towards House Baratheon.

Though your journey was long and dull, with your knight providing little conversation, the time passed, and you were finally at home. As you stepped out of the carriage and onto the gravel of your home, you felt yourself resuscitated, as if you could finally breath again, the wind cool and crisp. Unlike King’s Landing, the air here was fresh, satiating your breath like water does to a parched man.

It was dark when you arrived, and the castle was noisy, full of life. As the castle’s drawbridge was pulled down, allowing for your carriage to enter, it only got louder. Despite the noise, you still heard a mighty roar echo through, one that you heard in King’s Landing daily, and had become accustomed to. So Aemond is here already.

You stand here in the gravel courtyard for a moment, trying to cherish the feeling of being back home. Straight ahead, a rock’s throw across, you see beloved familiar faces sprinting towards you, and you hear your name called out by a high-pitched voice. The happiness that infected you is unlike you have ever felt before.

The first to greet you is your little sister, Liyana, who is the first to reach forward and hug you, followed by Taliya and Addysen. Triplet girls of the same age as Maelor, you perhaps longed them the most during your time away, having helped raised them from birth.

“My dear girls, I have missed you so much– oh how you’ve grown!” You cry out, taking a slight step away to observe them. Taliya, who used to be the most lithe of the triplets, had grown considerably, no longer so small, meanwhile Addysen now barely resembled the likeness of her sisters. All the girls had hair much longer now, as unruly as they appeared to have become.

“Sister, we have missed you so much more!” Professed Liyana, grabbing hold of your left hand and tugging you towards the rest of your family, Taliya doing the same to the other, meanwhile Addysen tugged against your gown. You look back to the carriage and see Ser Landor mutely taking hold your items and giving you a reassuring nod. Taking a deep breath, you finally let the girls lead you.

You were nervous beyond belief, and slightly overwhelmed by how many people had come to greet you. You knew not all of your siblings were here, as most were married, living across the lands with their new families, or just simply not living at Thunder Fort anymore, such as your older sister, Beylee, who had chosen to become a silent sister serving in the Vale (her you remember very little about, as she moved away when you were quite young). Among the small crowd, you also see a familiar blonde, smiling brightly at you as he towered over everyone else in height.

“Lady Mother, Lord Father.” You approach bowing down in a dignified manner. It has been more than a year since you saw them last, and you missed them as any child would. You felt different since you last saw them though, in a way, more mature and grown.

“My child.” Your father is the first to greet you, pulling you into an embrace. Though never an emotional man, you father seemed changed, as though distance made him become fonder. You also noticed how he looked worn out now, and worry washed over you. Forcing a smile, you return the embrace.

“Father, I am so sorry for missing Dayron’s wedding.” You mumble into him, feeling tears welt in your eyes, and the graying man proceeds to hug you tighter. “It is not your fault my sweet girl, I know it.” You force yourself to swallow the sobs threatening to burst, and you pull yourself away. Looking around, you see that Dayron is missing, and understand that he must now live with his lady wife’s family in the Westerlands.

Similarly, you greet your mother and your other siblings, receiving a tighter embrace each time, as though you had returned from war. You could not remember being this loved before and wondered whether you have been simply ungrateful this whole time. The only one who seemed unhappy to see you is your eldest brother, Tommend, the future Lord of your House.

A fiery red-haired woman approaches you carefully, which takes you by surprise. “Sister, welcome back home.” Your older sister Lauryn greets you, pulling you into her clutch with a smile. To say that you are surprised to see her here is an understatement, and eagerly return her affection.

“And you, dear Lauryn. Welcome back!” You respond, glad to see her. “And you are with child, Seven’s blessings!” She was stood, with a swelled belly, next to a brawny, dark haired man who you have met once before, during their wedding, and he welcomes you politely.

Sometime before the civil war began, your older sister Lauryn had been wedded to Brandon Stark, the cousin of the Lord of Winterfell, and has lived in the North ever since. As children, the two of you played together, as you were close to the same age, and she too possessed your independent spirit. It was no surprise that in your family, out of all daughters, you were the only ones thus far to not marry very young. This did not discourage Lauryn from deciding to have a child though, as evident by her growing bump.

As you finish greeting the last of your siblings, as well as other residents at the castle, you cannot help but feel a fervent eye watching you, and you needed no hint to know whose unyielding stare this was. After politely greeting a long-residing chambermaid, you turn around and see the one-eyed Prince Aemond, dressed in a pitch black overcoat, looking handsome as ever. Smiling, you bow to greet him as well.

“My Prince.”

“My Lady. I hope the journey was not too difficult.” He says in a knowing tone, as if you had realised your past decisions to be poor.

“Not at all, your Grace. Ser Landor kept good company and the time passed quickly.” You say, lying through your teeth, knowing full well that the knight’s reputation for being a detached character surpassed him. Yet, this earned a poorly concealed scowl from the Prince. In the corner of your eye, you can see your parents looking at you with matching worried expressions.

“Come, let us go feast, we have waited for far too long.” Your eldest brother, Tommen, declared in a commanding tone. As your father’s heir, he had a penchant for trying to control matters, and you knew that he was probably unpleased with your garnering of attention. You did not fail to notice his lack of warm greeting as well, but it did not bother you, as you were never very close.

As everyone proceeds into the castle, you begin to follow, but hear your name courteously called out. Turning back, you see the one-eyed Prince holding his arm out for you, which you feel obligated to take. Before you begin walking, his hand briefly grazes your chest, which though covered by a high neckline, had a chain over it. Thumbing the bloodstone pendant on the chain, the Prince mouth turned upright in satisfaction. His smile was so radiant that you could not help but smile back.

Though modest compared to the Red Keep, you loved the dining room at Thunder Fort. In contrast with the grandeur the architecture of King’s Landing’s stronghold, your home radiated warmth and you had many fond memories here.

Confined by gray cobblestone walls to keep the room warm, the dining table was long and palatial, with countless seats to accommodate your large family. At the head of the table on one end sat your father, the current Lord of your House, with you on his right and your lady mother to his left. On the other end, Tommen was sat, looking quite small, with his lady wife, Aymee, to his right, a slender woman from the House of Lefford. The table was lavish in its assortment of foods, and low candleflames illuminated the atmosphere, with a few servants running around replenishing the perpetually emptying plates and goblets. Unlike at the Keep, the only guard stations was Ser Landor, who stood at the doorway.

To say that you were ecstatic to be back home was understatement. However, you did not feel completely at ease being back, not only due to the unaccustomed attention you were receiving, but also because sat next to you was the wayward Prince Aemond. The Prince, though courteous, remained mostly silent, which you considered normal as this was his way back at the Keep as well; he was in a pleasant mood, which relieved you. The issue was that everyone else did not know this, and an air of intimidation hung in the room like a foul scent. This did not stop your younger siblings though from chattering away.

“Sister, is it true that that wicked children are fed to the dragons at King’s Landing? Mama constantly tells me this, but surely it cannot be true!” You laugh as Taliya loudly chimes from across the table, and many laugh along with you.

“Oh, I do not know, darling Taliya. Mayhap you should ask the Prince?”

This causes the commotion of the room to silence, as everyone turned to observe in worrying anticipation. Prince Aemond had yet to speak after seating, except to thank for the hospitality for your Lord Father and the occasional side comment to you. He had been keenly observing the affair, evidently making reserved judgments on your family, for you knew that it was an ingrained habit of his. You turned your head to watch him, and your eyes connect for a moment, before Aemond turned to face the your younger sister.

“Goodness no, although I may have to suggest your proposal during my next meeting with the King, young Lady. Truly a brilliant way to handle those who misbehave.”

As the Prince speaks, and you see his purple eye glance towards your father, which causes you to furrow your brows. The room is silent, as though no one was breathing, until your brother, Tommen, dramatically pushes his chair to stand, slamming his goblet against the table. The sound echoes through the room, and you can feel your heart race in your chest.

“Sit down, son.” Your Lord Father demands, but your brother does not listen, standing straight and staring ahead, seething. At first you believe he is glaring at you, until you realise he is actually glowering at the Prince, which only increases your confusion. You feel as though you had started reading a book from the middle, and dislike feeling so obtuse.

The room remains silent for a heartbeat, until the one-eyed Prince speaks lightheartedly.

“Are you alright, Little Lord. Perhaps you should go easy on the wine.”

Disrespect was paramount in his voice, and though he is a Targaryen Prince, the belittling pet name does not pass over anyone’s head. Quickly glancing at your brother, you seem himself barely containing his anger, with his young wife trying to calm him, holding him by his arm, while Steffon had approached to hold him back. Looking around, you see most of your siblings and servants frozen in fear.

“Aemond!” You loudly hiss, in shock, roughly setting a hand on his arm.

“You forget yourself, my Lady.” Prince Aemond swiftly turns to you, his jovial mood gone and his tone menacing.

“And you forget yourself, your Grace.” You bite back, not willing to ignore the disrespect that he had shown towards your family, which surprises the Prince, as well as others around. You may have not been close to Tommen, but you still remain loyal to your family. You open your mouth to say more, but Tommen manages to shout before you do.

“So, it is not a lie, you have whored yourself out to the Targaryen Princes!”

Your heart drops and you stop breathing, in shock, unbelieving of what you are hearing. You did not believe that your indiscretions were secret only to you, yet you were in disbelief, for your eldest brother’s words felt like a stab wound, especially as you were still a maiden after all, with your honour intact. Never had you expected your own family to shame you like this.

In the blink of an eye, Aemond practically leaps from his seat and pounces onto your eldest brother, gripping him by his shirt. As he does, a loud dragon’s roar echoes into the room, frightening most present. Any courage that your brother had previously showed had disappeared, and he faltered, meanwhile his young wife was practically at Prince Aemond’s feet, sobbing and begging to let him go. Stood by the doorway, Ser Landor sprinted to you with a hand on his unsheathed sword.

In the meantime, your mother was ushering most of your siblings out of the room. Some were stubborn though, such as your pregnant sister Lauryn, who ran to your side, trying to hold you back from approaching the brawl, as well as her husband, who was watching you closely but did not lay hand on you.

You hear the Prince say something, but do not comprehend, due to how loud the room had gotten. Lots of people were all around speaking, and you understood none of it, the words akin to an unfamiliar tongue. Then you see Tommen attempt to punch on the Prince’s face, but miss, and you cry out in trepidation. As you do, you feel yourself released, and realise that Ser Landor had pulled Lauryn away, much to the dismay of her husband, who had begins yelling at the burly knight.

“Stop this!” You beg, pulling on the Aemond’s arm.

You are the only one willing (and able) to even touch him without fear of repercussion, not that it helps, as he ignores your pleas completely. By his demeanor, you could tell that he was restricting himself from attacking your brother, and as Tomen continued cursing him out, Aemond’s patience was wearing thin.

“You have heard my daughter, she asked you to stop.” Your father’s loud yet calm voice echoes across the table. The old man had been sat wordlessly drinking his wine, observing the scene, as though he had no vested interest in the matter.

“You are a guest in my home, and my daughter has asked you to stop.”

As he repeats himself, the Prince glances in his direction, before letting go of your brother, turning to face your father. Tommen, upon release, immediately tries to strike him, but Ser Landor immediately restrains him, while the rest watch in frozen fear. However, this did not restrain Tommen’s mouth from rapidly speaking, in a venomous tone.

“Little sister, how can you even call yourself a Lady of this House, when you bring it so much shame?”

Your father shouts Tommen’s name warningly, meanwhile your eyes begin to water, which Aemond immediately notices, wrapping an arm around you after hissing at Tommen.

“Hold your tongue, Little Lord, or you will lose it.”

“No, tell me Tommen, tell me exactly what you mean. Being cowardly doesn’t suit you.”

You choke out, hurt. You always felt like an outsider in the family, and this all just confirms feelings that you had buried away since you were little. But he remains silent and calms down into silent anger.

“As far as I am concerned, you are no longer a member of this House. Go wherever the fuck you want to go, and fuck whoever you want to, you are free to do as you please.” Spitting on the ground, he tries jerking out of Ser Landor’s grip, but fails.

The knight looks at Prince Aemond, who nods in approval. Ser Landon then releases Tommen, who storms out of the room. Looking at you with tearful eyes, his lady wife trails behind him, along with Lauryn and her husband, who look at you with sympathy. The room is completely quiet, and when you look at the Prince, who is still holding you, you see that whatever anger Tommen had does not compare to Aemond’s silent fury.

“Ser Landor, leave the room.” The Prince demands, holding you tight. The knight does as he says without second thought.

Steffan is the first one to speak as everyone leaves, his speech filled sorrowful empathy. With his hand pressed against his forehead, your brother turns to face you.

“Dear sister, you must have known this would not end well… the Baratheons are our neighbours and are ones are not crossed with, so why have you come?” This only serves to confuse you.

“The Baratheons? What do they have to do with this?”

The only Baratheon that comes to mind is Lord Borros, but what did he have to do with this? Surely you could not have offended him so badly in the brief conversation you had with a few moons ago? You look at your father, but he is still mentally vacant, practically absent from the conversation. Looking at him, you realise how tired he looks now, unlike the father you left behind when you first travelled to King’s Landing.

You feel Aemond’s arm shift to your waist, beginning to guide you away, whilst addressing your father and Steffon.

“Thank you for the gripping evening, my Lords, it has been quite an entertaining night. Be that as it may, your daughter has had a long day, and I do not believe we are welcome here anymore.” The Prince declares, silencing Steffon, who was about to speak. However, you are perplexed, both by what your Prince is saying, and Steffon’s words. So, you stand your ground, and repeat.

“Steffon, tell me right now. What do the Baratheons have to do with this?”

“She does not know, does she?” Steffon glanced at the Prince, darkly chuckling, before responding to you quickly. “The youngest daughter of Lord Borros has been promised for Prince Aemond for years–” Steffon abruptly stops speaking as the Prince turns to give him a terrifying glare.

You, on the other hand, felt only more at a loss for words. Your mind was racing; suddenly, it all made sense. Why Prince Aemond hid your family’s letters from you. Why he tried to deter you from coming back home. Why no one ever came for you at King’s Landing, even for the briefest visit, to check on you.

You had become the Prince’s harlot in every sense except in the one that mattered most. Now, your family cannot forgive you. Worst of all, you were ignorant of the fact that the one-eyed Prince had been promised to the daughter of your House’s most important ally, a kind young girl you have met multiple times before, and that your carelessness has caused grievances beyond your imagination. You felt as though someone had mutilated you from the inside, and you begin feeling lightheaded and unsteady. As you involuntarily sway, the Prince place another arm around your waist, to support you.

“We are leaving, now.” The Prince firmly declares, pulling you away again. You however plant your feet to the ground.

“That is preposterous. Beyond improper!” Steffon spluttered out, his face red with silenced anger. Your older brother, Steffon, has always been the mediator in sibling conflicts growing up, and it was odd to seem him uncomposed. “Despite your demands, you do not have her hand nor our approval of your pairing.”

“Did you not hear your Little Lord declaring her no longer part of your house? It is not up to you, nor has it ever, boy.” The one-eyed Prince spits out zealously, tightening his grip around you. You now feel empty, unable to get yourself to stand anymore, let alone speak.

“Nor is it up to Tommen to say such things,” Steffon retorts back stubbornly, gaping at your father now, pleading fanatically without speech. At this, Aemond looks back at your father again, as do you. Your aged father remains as vacant as you though, only speaking after a silence lulls over the room.

“Let them be, son. Go counsel Tommen.” Unlike many of your other siblings, Steffon heeded your father’s word as the word of the Seven, and immediately left the room, though not happily.

Standing up, your father walks over to you and the Prince, his eyes glued to your waist, where the Prince held you. He looked as though he wanted to say so much but was unable to articulate any of it.

“As I have said to you many times before, Prince Aemond, we cannot bless your union nor give approval. The Baratheons are our sworn allies.”

“As would the Targaryens be, if you were not so shortsighted.” The Prince responded domineeringly, much to your dismay. You still loved your father and the way Aemond spoke to him was not acceptable, and you try to push yourself away, but failed, as your strength had diminished.

"We are no oath breakers." Your Lord Father says in a final tone.

“Why did you not tell me, about any of this?” You interrupt, your voice broken.

Looking back at you with pleading eyes, Aemond answered. “There is nothing to tell. My arrangement with the Baratheon girl was never cemented, that piggish Lord called it off the same day as it was made, long before I met you, my love.” He pauses, and you can see terrifying look pass his eye, as though a disturbing memory surfaced. “There is no promise there, because they had no want for someone like me.” Kinslayer, though unspoken, all knew. “… and House Baratheon tried to force me to uphold a promise that never was, only after my half-sister and her bastard sons perished.” Not knowing what to say, you direct your stare to the ground. Your father, similarly, felt exhausted, and had no want for anymore of this.

“The hour is late and my daughter had just returned. Stay the night, though it would be wise to leave on the morrow.” The aged man says, before staggering out of the room, leaving the Prince, and you, alone.

Author’s Note: At this point, I am literally re-writing Westerosi history (and am having so much fun doing so, sorry George Martini). Also, apologies for taking so long with this chapter, I wish I could say that it is because of work and my social life, but honestly, I have just spent a concerning amount of time watching Aemond edits on TikTok. As always, I hope you enjoyed!

– Chapter 8

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