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callsignthirsty · 2 years

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Hi please would you write an iceman x reader and hes her first ❤ thank u

He ran away and never came back. You remained a virgin until your death. The end.

Nah. I’m just teasing.

Sorry this took so long for me to get around to. I hope that you like it.

Pairing: Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x F!Reader Word Count: 5000 Warnings: Smut, virgin!reader, maybe slight OOCness Minors DNI

Good Advice

It had been a typical Friday night, spent over drinks with his RIO and his girl. Or, he hoped you were still his girl after this. Actually — were you ever?

You'd grown up around each other, leapfrogging from base to base as military brats do. There'd always been something there, but neither of you had been in the same place long enough to partake in more than flirty words and stolen glances. Truthfully, Ice had been excited to see you again. When the stars and Navy aligned to bring the two of you back together — him a student at Top Gun and you a registered nurse.

Old routines are hard to break.

It felt natural to fall back into those glances, but there was nothing to stop either of you this time. Too-long brushes of fingers became an arm across your shoulders became his arm around your waist became his lips on yours on more than one occasion.

It was nice to be together like that after all the years spent wondering what if.

You were all over each other in the backseat of Ice's car when you hit him with a sighed confession: "I've never done this before." And honestly, the thought had never even crossed Ice's mind, so he chuckled. Genuinely thought that you were joking until he caught the look in your eyes that said you were as serious as the heart attack you nearly gave him. So Ice had done the only logical thing:

Got out of the car without saying a single goddamn thing and walked out of The O Club's parking lot into the setting sun.

* * *

Ice has walked all the way from the O Club to the line of houses that he and the other Top Gun students have been assigned, but it isn't his own door that he's standing in front of.

He knocks before he can chicken out, and he waits.

"Ice?"

"Goose."

"What the hell are you doing here?" Ice supposes the question is fair enough. Ice has only stepped foot in Slider's assignment despite multiple invitations to Wolf's, 'wood's, and Goose's. Not that he didn't like Goose — everyone liked Goose — he just preferred to steer clear of his pilot.

The thought of Maverick has Ice hesitating. The last thing he wants is for this to reach the wrong ears, and god knows that Maverick will never let him live this down if he catches wind of it. "Is Mitchell here?"

"No." Goose's brows furrow. "Why? Are you okay, man?"

Ice nods. "Can I come in?"

Goose gets out of the way so Ice can make himself comfortable on the standard issue couch with which all the housing assignments are decorated. Faced with the reality of his situation, Ice suddenly wishes he was anywhere else. But Ice likes you, and he cares about you enough to put himself through a bit of embarrassment to ensure he does right by you. And Bradshaw is married, so it stands that he'd be good at this emotional shit.

This knowledge, however, doesn't make his question any easier to spit out. In fact, every minute he sits on it, it gets exponentially more challenging to put into words. Because Ice is absolutely ashamed to admit that when you told him you were still a virgin and wanted him to be your first, he ran away.

That doesn't mean he likes the shit-eating grin on Goose's face when the words finally come tumbling out of him. God, he hopes he isn't as red as he feels.

"Aww," Goose teases. "The Iceman does have a heart. Just needed a little time to thaw out." And yeah. Maybe this was a bad idea. Ice fidgets in his seat, not entirely sure where to go from there. "Need advice on how to treat her right? That it?"

Ice is contemplating running from the house when a head of blonde hair pops out from around the wall that separates the living room from the kitchen. "Oh, Nick! Be nice. Can't you see the poor thing's terrified?"

"It's not every day we see Ice squirm," Goose says with a mischievous smile at his wife. "I was having fun."

"Well, I think it's sweet that he's askin'," she says, joining them in the living room. "Just be gentle, honey. Get her a pillow and go slow. As long as you're putting her first, everything'll be fine."

Ice breaks out of his shock with the realization that he and Goose aren't alone. Mrs. Bradshaw is there as well. "It's family weekend." And he's invited himself into Bradshaw's house. "I'll just go…." He's about to turn and leave as suddenly as he'd asked himself in, but his mother raised him better than that. He turns back to Goose's wife — Carole, if memory serves — and says: "I don't know how to thank you."

"Nonsense." Carole smiles, and dread settles in the pit of Ice's stomach when the same glint he's seen in Mav's and her husband's eyes lights her own. "Our babysitter fell through last minute." Not five minutes later, Bradley is on Ice's hip, and Carole's promising: "We'll be back in a couple hours."

So, Ice spends the night babysitting, which is so far from how he'd thought the night was going to go. It would've been funny if it had happened to anyone else, but it's him. It's nearly midnight when Goose and Carole return, the blonde woman picking Bradley up from where he's fallen asleep on the sofa and carrying him upstairs to bed. Ice shakes Goose's hand before he begins the long walk back to his car.

He drives by your house on the way back to his assignment. Your light is on, so he pulls up to the curb. Instinct tells him to go to you, smooth things over, and tell you that he's been an idiot, but instinct had also gotten him into this mess. No. Knocking on your door now would be adding insult to injury. So he goes home.

* * *

Ice has some nerve to show up at your door the following day, a bouquet of pink and white lilies clutched between his hands. Does he have any idea how embarrassed you were? Splayed shirtless across the backseat of his car as he'd run off like he was an Olympic sprinter and not a fighter pilot. You're about to give him a piece of your mind when—

"I'm sorry."

—he apologizes and shocks you into silence.

"Can I come in?"

The answer is on the tip of your tongue, but you don't think you've ever seen Ice apologize before. Instead of a bitter 'No, Tom. Now get out of my sight and take your stupidly gorgeous flowers with you,' you reach out to take the bouquet. "Let's put these in some water."

By the time you've found a vase and set the flowers on your coffee table, Ice has made himself exceedingly uncomfortable on the edge of your sofa.

"Last night," he starts once you sit opposite him on the other side of the coffee table, his hands clasped to keep from fidgeting, "you caught me by surprise." It's the truth. Ice hadn't imagined what you'd said could've been true. You're sweet and kind and beautiful. Anyone would be lucky to have you tucked beneath their arm. How you've reached your mid-twenties without sleeping with anyone is beyond him. "I shouldn't have walked away like that," he concedes. "But you- we-." He swallows, eyes locking with yours. "I was worried."

"Oh," you say. Of all the scenarios that ran through your head before and after your confession, a worried Iceman was not one of them.

"I care about you—" his words make your heart swell "—and I was worried that I wouldn't be good for you."

Getting up from your spot, you slide onto the cushion next to him until your knees knock, and you're cradling his face in your hands. "How could you be anything but good for me?" And Ice thinks there are so many reasons and ways, but none of that matters when you bring your lips to his in a gentle press.

"I'd still like to give this a go if you're not going to run away this time," you say, aiming for bold, but your cheeks dust pink.

"Are you sure?" You nod, and that's all the answer Ice needs. "Then I'm not going anywhere." You're smiling when you pull him into the next kiss, but Ice keeps it slow, almost chaste. "We should probably take this to the bedroom."

Ice wants to do this right, so he takes your hand in his and lets you lead him down the hall.

He stopped by the pharmacy on his way to your house and has everything the two of you could possibly need for this to go well. He sets it all on the bedside table before he steps in close, pressing your foreheads together as one of his hands finds the curve of your waist and rubs soothing circles there. He seems more nervous than you, standing with his lips so close to yours but not making a move to close the distance.

"It's just a kiss, Tom," you say with a smile. "We've done this part before."

"I know."

"We've done a lot of this part before." You press a peck to his lips. "Don't overthink it."

So Ice slots your lips together like you're at the O or in the backseat of his car. You both sigh into it, your eyes drifting shut as you let your hands wander and brush clothes aside to reveal soft skin.

Ice's shirt is on the floor when his fingers work on your blouse, his lips leaving tender kisses with each button undone until the fabric slips from your arms. Strong hands cup your breasts through the thin fabric of your bra, and you want to tear it off with each kiss Ice presses into your cleavage and back up your neck.

Ice's fingers take their time to return to your front when your bra hits the floor, goosebumps littered in their wake. You suck in a breath when he thumbs over a nipple.

"Is this okay?"

"Yes." Your answer is breathy, your lips seeking out his. Your skin sizzles everywhere it's pressed against Ice, but he's backing up. You're worried he's about to run for a split second, but the hot mouth on your nipple interrupts your whine for him to come back, a surprised moan tumbling out instead. "Oh god."

"You're so sensitive, aren't you?" he asks as a hand comes up to knead at your other breast, then he's ducking down to lick over your tit again. Wrapping his plush lips around the suddenly perky nipple. It's like he's lit a match, heat prickling along your chest, centering where his mouth applies slick, gentle pressure, unlike anything you've felt before. Barely-there teeth graze the sensitive bud, and your surprised jump earns you a chuckle. "Sorry, sweetheart." His tongue apologetic, whereas his tone is anything but. A whine spills from your kiss-stung lips as Ice's eyes meet yours. There's hardly any color left in them — pupils blown wide and eclipsing the blue with a rampant lust that makes your stomach turn in excitement.

"Honey," he purrs. His voice has a dry, raspy undercurrent that you're hopelessly enamored with. "You gonna make more of those sounds for me?" Ice asks as he stands upright, one hand massaging your chest as his other cups your cheek, bringing your lips close to his again. "I wanna know when I'm making you feel good."

You continue to undress each other in a similar fashion: one piece at a time as Ice leaves supple, slow kisses on every inch of your exposed skin, wordlessly conveying his adoration for every part of you until you're both down to your underwear. Then, he takes a step back, eyes a piercing blue as they rake over you.

You take the opportunity to climb onto the bed, eyes locked on his as his fingers dip below the waistline of his briefs and push them down his muscled thighs. You try to keep your eyes on his face, but they're drawn down, down, down past the defined 'V' of his hips to…

You flush red from the tips of your ears to your chest, but Ice isn't the least bit shy. Who would be with a body like that? And maybe you should've been more nervous, but when he joins you on the bed, you're itching to run your hands over him. Grab ahold of his broad shoulders. Drag your fingers over the hills and valleys of his front. You want to touch him, but you're not sure where to begin.

Ice rolls to the side as if he can sense your hesitance, leaning casually against your headboard. He opens his mouth — no doubt to offer you encouragement or ask if you're okay with this — but chokes on his words when you wrap a hand around him. Your eyes flicker to his dazed expression, a coquettish smile on your lips. "Is this right?" you ask as you give a light squeeze and feel him pulse in your hand.

You could get used to Ice's slack-jawed pleasure, the little groan he lets out as his head tips back and his eyes slip close. "Y-yeah," he manages to say after a moment. "You could do this, too." His hand rests over the top of yours, adjusting your grip on his cock and showing you how and where to apply pressure to make his toes curl.

But you don't spend much time with your hand wrapped around Ice. Sooner than you'd like, he shifts to bring your lips together, licking into your mouth while he takes your hand off of him. "As much as I like your hand on my cock, sweetheart," he husks, palms massaging at your hips before he thumbs at the thin band of your panties, "tonight's about you."

You lift your hips so that Ice can slide your panties down, and just like that, you're naked as the day you were born. A thrill makes its way up your spine that's equal parts nerves and excitement as Ice's fingers skate up your legs. He pauses when he reaches your upper thighs, fingers purposefully exploring everywhere but where you want him most.

“Has anyone touched you here?” Ice asks when his fingers finally slide against slick folds, gathering the wetness there and spreading it as you suck in a breath.

"Do I count?"

And Ice groans because no, you don't count. He presses a finger to your entrance. "This okay?"

You nod — "Please." — and he's pressing into you slowly. His finger is so much bigger than your own that you can't help but squeeze around him, unable to watch as the finger sinks into you and too flustered to look into his eyes.

"You're so wet," he coos, finger sliding from your walls as they try to hold him in place only to press back in. And you arch when his finger curls to catch your sweet spot. He takes advantage of your moan to slide his tongue against yours, two fingers massaging at your opening. "Think you can handle more?" You nod, and Ice squeezes both fingers into you, biting back a groan as you hiss and jerk your hips away from the sting of the larger intrusion.

Ice hates knowing he's the reason you're uncomfortable, but he isn't sure what he can do to help. He's almost as out of his element as you are. So, he kisses from the corner of your lips down the valley of your breasts. Distracts you with lips and teeth until your skin bears the red blossom of his affection and your hand is tangled in his hair. He licks over the mark with a satisfied hum and waits until you relax before beginning to pump his fingers slowly in and out of you. As you push back against his hand, his beautifully intense eyes are on yours again. "How're you feeling?"

"Full," you answer truthfully, not sure what to make of the feeling yet.

Ice lets out an amused exhale at your honesty. Two fingers are hardly comparable to what you've both got planned. "You're doing so good, baby," he whispers just loud enough for you to hear it. Purposefully crooks his fingers so a surprised moan tumbles from your lips. "Think you can handle one more? I'll make you feel good."

The promise in his eyes has you nodding. Ice removes his fingers from you before crawling down your body. Pressing a kiss to your ribs, above your belly button, against each of your hip bones. Your heart rate picks up as he lowers himself to the bed between your spread thighs. "You don't have to." Honestly, you're embarrassed at the idea of him putting his mouth on you down there.

But Ice rubs three fingers against your slit, and you tense up. "I want to." And as his fingers dip into your heat, he drags the flat of his tongue over your clit.

You aren't responsible for the way your hips buck into the wet pressure against your bundle of nerves or the wild noise that tears itself from you.

One of your arms comes up to cover your eyes when Ice sucks gently on your clit. He could do whatever he wanted to you so long as he kept doing that. Distantly, you're aware that he's got all three of his fingers knuckle-deep in you, and it burns, but that can be brushed aside. All that matters is how his tongue teases against you and how his other hand encourages you to chase your pleasure against his face.

You've gotten yourself off before, but that's nothing compared to what Ice has brewing in the pit of your stomach. It's toe-curling, tear-stirring, and you can't keep your mouth shut for the life of you. Not that Ice is complaining. When his mouth does leave you, it's to tell you how good you're doing, how pretty you are, how good you taste. How well you're taking his fingers.

Until the pressure is about to snap and your thighs begin to shake with the intensity of it.

And Ice pulls away.

"Feel good, sweetheart?"

"Well, I was." You fix him with a glare. "Why'd you stop?" It isn't a question so much as a demand for an answer. You'd been so close, then nothing.

"Didn't want you to finish before the main event," Ice says as he slips from the bed. "You still up for it?" He's fiddling with the foil packet in his fingers. "We don't have to."

But you're riding too high on the idea of it. Have wanted this for too long to let it slip through your fingers when you're so close. "Tom." You bite your lip in a way that you hope is alluring. "C'mere."

Ice rolls the condom on, slicks it up with a packet of lube — anything to make it easier for you — and climbs back onto your bed. He rolls you so you're resting on top of him. His cock pressed against your thigh as your legs fall on either side of his hips. "It'll be easier if you can control it," he assures you, thumbs back to tracing delicate patterns into your skin while he tries to keep from grinding his hips up into you.

"So I just–" you lift yourself off his lap and look down at his cock lying against his toned stomach "–sit back on it?"

"That's the gist of it. Nervous?"

"No." But your answer comes too fast to be sincere.

"Don't be," Ice says. A hand leaves your hip to cup your cheek, and you press into the caress. It isn't often that Ice completely drops the cool confidence he's so known for, and you revel in this warmer side of him. Soak it in like the sun. "We'll take it at your pace." You nod.

"How do I–?"

"Here, let me just–"

The two of you shift awkwardly until you feel the blunt head of his cock pressed against your slick folds. Before Ice can offer you another out, you push back, baring your teeth and hissing as the fat head slips inside you. Even after Ice's three fingers, the stretch is a lot.

Ice's jaw clenches, his hands grabbing big handfuls of your bedsheets. "You're doing great. Just go slow." His fingers flex and relax as he forces himself to take deep breaths in his nose and out his mouth. You're so tight and hot and his head is spinning. But he refuses to look away as you grow accustomed to his girth.

Slowly, you work your way down until — after what feels like and may well be an eternity later — you're fully seated in his lap.

"Is it okay if we stay here for a bit?" you ask.

His voice is strained when he tells you to take all the time you need. At a loss for what else to do, his hands massage your thighs where they're strained around his hips. Runs a hand up along the long line of your back until he's cupping your breasts again. He hopes that his gentle touch is helping to take your mind off the stretch. It helps, but what you really want is his lips on yours. To get lost in his mouth until the discomfort dissolves into the pleasure you've been promised. That he'd given you a taste of and then taken away. But with the way he's laid out on your pillows, you're not sure you can reach his lips, so you settle for pressing a kiss into his palm when his thumb brushes against your cheekbone.

You tentatively rock your hips against Ice's when the ache begins to dull. A simple back and forth that makes him grunt in surprise, but the feeling isn't uncomfortable anymore. It just feels new.

"You don't have to move if you aren't ready." His hand squeezes you reassuringly.

"I know," you say, moving on his lap again. The same forward and back motion. "I want to." You can feel his muscles tensing with the effort to lay still while you experimentally rock against him. Can see the strain in his neck and across his brow and in the sweat that gathers at his temples. And you like that you're able to reduce him to this.

You're so busy watching Ice's face that you don't notice when his thumb presses against your clit. You fall forward, bracing yourself on his chest, head falling forward as you keen, trying to roll on into his touch. "That's it," Ice encourages, his voice rough like he's been running. "Feeling good, baby?" Instead of answering, your hips pick up speed. Grinding into Ice's fingers and back onto his cock as you get used to the feel of him inside you, your earlier discomfort starts to give way to pleasure. Little sparks light up your nerves. "C'mon," he grunts. "Gotta tell me how it feels."

"It feels—" you try to concentrate on the feeling. It doesn't hurt anymore, but it's a far cry from what you felt earlier. "—different."

"Good different, bad different?"

You swivel your hips, and Ice's eyes are half-lidded.

"Good, I think?"

Ice nods, his adam's apple bobbing. "You can also try…" he trails off.

"Try what?"

His hands still your hips, then his arms flex as he helps you raise them an inch or two off his lap before slowly lowering you back down. You repeat the motion, lifting yourself off of Ice's lap and then sitting back, his cock rubbing against something that makes you groan. "Like this?"

"Yeah, baby. Just like that," Ice encourages, eyes torn between looking into your face and watching how you take him so well. A groan rumbles deep in his chest, and you decide that you like it, so you lift yourself up again. And again. Each rise and fall unhurried. Exploratory. "Doing so good."

It isn't long before your legs start to tire. The strain from straddling Ice and bouncing slowly in his lap is too much for you to keep up with. Sensing this, Ice sits up and gathers you in his arms. Your legs give out, gratefully coming to a stop as he holds you to his chest and captures your lips in a languid kiss.

"Hang on to me, sweetheart." That's all the warning Ice gives you before he's tipping you backward and stretching over you, his hips snug to yours as he lays you on your back and sucks your lower lip into his mouth. "You did so good," he praises, running his hands soothingly over your legs as they fall tired and boneless at his sides. "Let me take care of you."

You nod, your eyes half-lidded as Ice's breath puffs against your cheeks. This is what had been missing in your previous position. The closeness. Your hands snake up from Ice's shoulders to cup his strong jaw, your noses bumping as you pull his lips to brush over yours. Your sigh washes over him, nails catching in his hair as he pushes into you from this new angle, cock nudging against your sweet spot with delicious precision.

His body is screaming for him to pick up the pace, but Ice can't bring himself to do that without making sure you're okay. He's about to ask for what must be the umpteenth time when your head tilts back, your back arching with a wanton moan as you bring your breasts flush with his chest.

"Oh my god."

"That feel good, baby?" His eyes follow the flicker of your tongue as it peeks out to wet your lips. He pulls out a little further and sinks back into you at the same angle, hoping for a similar reaction and getting it — your mouth falling slack as you quiver beneath him. "I'm going to speed up." He waits for your nod, then sets a pace you'll be comfortable with, biting at the inside of his cheek to keep himself in check as you push into each roll of his hips, moans falling unchecked from your lips.

"Just like that. Oh, fuck."

"That's it," he encourages, littering your neck with increasingly sloppy kisses, nipping and sucking at your collarbone. "Tell me what you need."

Your hands have moved from his hair to clutch at his shoulder blades, nails digging in and leaving behind little half moons every time your hands scramble for a new purchase. Your face is flushed a delightfully amorous red, eyes glazed and swimming half-focused between Ice's lips, face, and the ceiling as you shout your pleasure for all to hear. For Ice to hear.

"Touch me," you finally gasp, eyes screwing shut before you blink up at him again. "Please, Tom. I'm so– fu– touch me, please, please, please."

As if he'd ever be able to deny you anything.

Fingers find your clit, cock nailing your sweet spot, and your reaction is instantaneous. Pleasure arcs white-hot across your nerves, sizzling and popping beneath your skin as you writhe.

"Holy shit," you finally sigh, content to melt into your comforter as the afterglow of your high continues to fizzle through your veins. You bring Ice into a lazy kiss, only to grunt when he pulls out of you.

He's still hard.

"You didn't…?" You reach for him as soon as it registers. Ice lets out a throaty groan when your fingers wrap around him like he'd shown you earlier.

"You don't have to," he says even as his hips fuck forward into your fist.

"But I want to." Ice looks like he's about to protest, but you stop him: "Let me take care of you. Please."

"Yeah." His eyes close, and he swallows, sitting up, and you follow him. "Yeah, okay." He strips the condom off and takes his cock in hand, pumping it a couple of times before he lets you take over, kneeling at his side and nibbling along the sharp line of his jaw. Tasting the salt on his skin.

You watch as Ice is slowly undone by your hand. Head tilting back and Adam's apple bobbing as you thumb over the head. Brows furrowing. Mouth falling slack. Hips pressing into each stroke. More noises fall from his pretty lips as he watches the way you squeeze him, precum beading at his tip and cock twitching, and you savor it. Like that you're the one wringing each noise and twitch out of him.

Curiosity gets the better of you as the press of Ice's hips into your hand grows sloppy, and you lower yourself down to the bed. Your breath ghosts over your fist. Ice lets out a needy whine as your eyes lock with his from beneath your lashes, and you tentatively stick your tongue out for the tiniest taste of him. A kitten lick. That proves to be Ice's undoing. His cock twitches, hips pressing frantically into your hand as he moans. Thick ropes of cum coat your hand and land on his abs as he heaves for breath.

"Good?"

Ice chuckles. "I'm supposed to be asking you that."

"I asked first." You smile playfully and bite your lip when Ice looks down at the mess you've both made of him as if that should be answer enough.

"Where did you learn that?" he can't help by ask. He's unable to get the image of you on your knees with your pink tongue on his cock out of his mind's eye, and he's pretty sure it's seared into his brain.

You blush, looking away as you nervously bite at your lip. "I might've asked my friends for some advice."

Ice wants to laugh; instead, he presses a kiss to the crown of your head as he gets up to find some tissues. So he isn't the only one who'd asked for advice.

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lume-nosity · 2 years

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until i found you

characters: albedo, kazuha, mona, xiao

style: fluff

song inspo: until i found you by stephen sanchez (it’s such a beautiful song :sobs:)

notes: reader is gender neutral, this is practically word vomit, not proofread, xiao’s part is pre-confession, i got a little lost writing for kazuha’s part, in mona’s part you and her are/were best friends, apologies for anything ooc im trying to test out writing for other characters, xiao’s karmic debt gets soothed by you (this is listed because i overuse this but i love it), lowercase intended

albedo

as it’s known, albedo’s not used to having to put up with relationships. but ever since you’ve walked into his life that seemed to change. first meeting him when he was doing an experiment and you offered to help. the way you’re patient and reassuring makes him feel warm inside despite being originally made from chalk. you made him feel human. and your eyes, he’d always wonder what makes them look so breathtaking. it may seem off, but in his perspective, your eyes shine like that of a shimmering star. and he would love to research about them too. especially your likes, dislikes, personality, all that jazz. you’re just a stunning person, a stunning mystery. something he’d like to learn more about. even going as far as to ask you questions relating to his research (aka you). and don’t be surprised when you find a painted canvas of yourself at your doorstep as well as a bouquet of your favorite flowers. this is his way of saying he loves you. even though he was taught of the ways of alchemy and other knowledge correlating to the world and is incapable to understand the concept of what love truly means. but with you by his side, maybe then will he know as time goes on.

kazuha

he always follows the wind, right? now, how about he views you as a maple leaf flying with the wind? yes, you mean that much to him. he owes you his life after everything you’ve done for him. before, when you trusted him enough to take him into your stead, not being afraid despite him wielding a blade, and let alone having a wanted samurai in your home! you cared enough to take care of him even after the explanations. you didn’t care, you just wanted to keep him safe. he is deeply grateful of your kind act. and yet can’t ignore that warm feeling in his heart. however overtime you knew he can’t stay in one spot, as he’s a wanderer. so when you both had to part ways and bid each other farewell when the hunting started to die down, he’d vowed he’ll see you again. to truly give you his thanks. and present time, he has! you reunited with him at an isolated flower field. it was no surprise that the winds led you both together again, in a beautiful atmosphere. that was when you two realized you have feelings for each other and were honest about them. both feeling relieved that the other has felt the same way. the maple leaf to his wind, the muse to his poems, and now nature will guide this relationship to go far and wide.

mona

mona believed that chance has brought you two together. the stars were aligned and clear, that you both were destined to be together. she cannot foretell her fate, but she can foretell yours. you know she’s an astrologer, and is always telling the truth of one’s fate no matter how saddening or shocking it is. because that’s the way of astrology, yes? mona’s afraid to disappoint you after knowing what your future would look like. she is this close to you and she wouldn’t want to ruin your shared bond. well, even after knowing the warnings, you still want to know what your future would be like. you don’t care if it’s good or bad, because the truth is the truth. and you trust mona. so when she performed a hydromancy for you, everything was crystal clear in mona’s eyes. mona had to stop and process what was displayed in front of her. the future is known, that you two are meant to be together. she was flustered and tried to keep her composure but failed courtesy of her pink blush plastered on her face. destiny can’t lie about this, it’s written in the stars. she even performed a divination to put the icing on the cake. again, destiny can’t lie about these things. your fates were sealed. but what mona missed on her scryglass is that you too, feel the same way. surprising how pure chance can lead two stars to intertwine, it’s such a beauty.

xiao

he won’t admit it, but your stubbornness won him over. whenever he keeps telling you to stay away from him because of his karmic debt you always stuck to him like glue. at first this was annoying to him, because you’re like a stain that’s unable to be cleaned. he finds it irritating to say the least because he’s just trying to keep you safe and yet here you are taking every chance to see him. but now, he’s at ease. he doesn’t mind the accompaniment. only if it’s you. he can’t help but wonder ‘how can a mortal be this persistent?’ and how your presence soothes him like that of a blanket enveloping him; ridding him of any karmic debt lingering within him. the feeling is warm and softer than the almond tofu he’s usually served at the inn. you even listened in to his past because he trusts you that much. and for you to give him a simple hug made his brain malfunction. sure, he isn’t used to physical contact, but this is different. it cleanses him of his debt, the screams in his head subsided, it’s quiet. he closes his eyes and his arms shakily moved on their own and wrapped themselves around you as well. ‘thank you.’ is what he said. he tightened the hug a little while you rubbed circles around his back. he doesn’t understand how can a mortal like yourself be this sympathetic towards a yaksha who had done terrible things in the past and yet you showed bits and pieces of comfort despite it all. you understood him. because of this he silently promised himself that he will always protect you no matter how small or insignificant the matter is and to always be there for you. and maybe someday, he will realize his feelings for you. maybe someday he will realize he does have a purpose. this is the first step in changing xiao’s thoughts towards himself, and to you. and you’re right there to see it all.

an: so here’s the second upload for today! surprise surprise! i hope my word vomit will do your hearts justice because one time i’ve made my english teacher cry and be impressed by writing something similar to these,,, but anyways, i hope you enjoyed reading this little something and i’ll be going to bed now good night :)

#✏️ lume writes #genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #albedo x reader #kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #mona x reader #xiao x reader #albedo x you #kazuha x you #kaedehara kazuha x you #mona x you #xiao x you #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff

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princezukohere · 1 year

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Golden Hour

Xavier Thorpe X Reader

1.5K words

Not requested

Requests Open

Set before Wednesdays arrival

warnings: none i can think of, Xavier maybe ooc??? Tone of fluff

SFW/FLUFF//18+ ACCOUNT

I haven’t written for awhile but I kept having this play in my head as I was listening to Golden Hour which is ofc what this fic is based off of so if this is shit am very sorry but hope you all enjoy the fluffy Xavier

Falling in love wasn’t a foreign concept, Xavier could always imagine one day meeting the one and it would just be that. Simply Falling. That’s what he thought he got with Bianca and that turned out to be what he thought being in love was. The concept of giving up after a failed love was a concept Xavier refused to believe in. Then there was you. He had met you over the summer due to Principal Weems's request, you’d be attending at the beginning of the year and after hearing about your infatuation with art she decided to pair you with Xavier, something along the lines of a new friend, that way you’d have a familiar face when the semester started.

The idea of falling in love seemed so simple as the summer progressed, a few meet-ups turned into daily texts which turned into late-night phone calls that could only lead to only being able to sleep if the other was on the phone. The stars aligned when you two were together. Could a soul mate truly be this simple? Where was the universe to come crashing down a reality that this was only real now, it was a honeymoon phase and it would end sooner than later, but with you, it didn’t feel like that. With Xavier, everything was simple. With you everything made sense.

Once the semester started, you weren’t too far behind Xavier, he showed you everything, making sure that you would be prepared in case he wasn’t able to help you find where you needed to go. Introducing you to his friends, just students in general, and taking you to his most sacred art shack. Declaring that this was yalls spot, to enjoy the company of one another, to escape reality when needed, and at that moment, with the simple look you gave him, everything connected for Xavier. You were it for him, no matter how old he may be, no matter what people might say, in that moment he wanted to give you anything you could ask for. He wanted to be the reason that, that look you had on your face continued to exist.

Xavier had cleared out a nice section for you to turn into your area, he watched as you decorated the area, bringing some tables together to make a desk, and bringing your cameras and journals in. As you took pictures of Xavier he was painting portraits of you, both of you coming to the shed to work on your respective crafts always getting the most open and honest input from the other. One night you and Xavier had left a session with the potheads of the campus breaking curfew to head to the shed, wanting to just escape and be with one another. You two were sat across from one another, music playing in the background as he was sketching and you were jotting down thoughts about a report you had found interesting. “Reporter girl?” Xavier had spoken after an hour of comfortable silence. You looked up at him a sly smile forming on your face, clearing your throat before speaking.

“Painter baby, you could be the muse, I'm the reporter baby, you could be the news” You quoted, a song you had heard Enid playing as she walked around campus constantly. Xavier smirked looking back down at the sketch he was doing, this one he wouldn’t ask you about, this one he wanted to turn into a painting, a surprise for you of course. Closing his journal he crossed over sitting next to you, letting his head rest between your neck and shoulder, shifting you so your legs were now on his and he could pull you into his side.

“Break?” He asked so gently, you could only nod setting your things down. Reaching over pulling the blanket, Xavier had brought for you in case you got cold in the shed, over so you could cover the two of you. Xavier lifted his head so he could look down at you, a smile on his face. The look he had, the look he saved just for you made your heart race…butterflies fill your stomach, you wanted to save that look, reserve it for yourself, because no matter what anyone could ever say, no matter how young you may be, Xavier was it for you. You were sure of it.

Xavier had asked you to meet him in the shed during lunch today, saying he had something he wanted to show you. You knew he had been working on a new piece, telling you that this one was reserved for his eyes until he perfected it and you respected it. Xavier was a brilliant artist and you knew to no matter what he made it would come out better than perfect and you were willing to wait to see what it could be. You always remembered as a kid when you were excited about something time seemed to drag on for what felt like an eternity but knowing that there was something Xavier wanted you to see seemed to make the hours in the day speed by. Heading to the shed while everyone else was getting their food, you made sure to grab something for both you and Xavier to eat while being out for what could possibly be the rest of the day.

You set the bags on the floor next to your space, watching Xavier cautiously as he looked at the white cloth draped over a rather large portrait that was now sitting in the middle of the shed.

“Xavier.” You spoke softly walking over to him and wrapping your arms around him. “I’m sure this is one of the best paintings you’ve ever created. You never have to be nervous to show me one.” You told him, before kissing both his arms. Xavier nodded as he walked over to the portrait, holding the cloth in both hands.

“Close your eyes.” He told you, and you did as he wished, shutting your eyes tightly, feeling all of Xvaiers nerves in your own body. You could hear the sound of the cloth being pulled off, opening your eyes when Xavier told you to. Your eyes went wide watching as he brought his painting to life, his painting of you in your favorite yellow sundress working in your space in the shed. Everything started to slow down as the portrait version of you looked up the most loving smile looking back at you before it freezes into that expression. A beautiful portrait of you.

“I don’t look like that.” You told him softly, he scrunched his eyebrows looking at you and then at the portrait, it was the same thing.

“Of course you do.” He told you, confusion evident in his voice.

“Xavier I’m flattered but that…that’s too beautiful to be me.” You told him, making his expression soften. He held out his hand for you, pulling you towards him.

“My art doesn’t lie, that beautiful image in the portrait is what I see every time I look at you, what everyone sees when they look at you,” Xavier told you, his voice gentle and soft as he brought his lips down to yours to give you a kiss that matched his words. “Let me show you again but from my point of you,” Xavier told you as he wrapped an arm around you so you could both see the painting bringing it to life once again.

“You see how it’s dark outside in the portrait but you’re still glowing?” He asked, you nodded turning your head slightly to look up at him. “I don't need no light to see you shine,” Xavier said, his gaze dropping down to yours. You held it for a moment before looking back at the portrait, “Then here you get startled and that’s when everything starts to slow down, this day, I remember this from memory, I was watching you work, thinking how beautiful you looked even while frantically working.” Xavier told you clearing his throat knowing how weird it sounds to say you were just watching someone, let alone his girlfriend. “I leaned forward because I was getting ready to call out your name and I knocked over one of my easels and you squealed before turning to look at me and I swear everything was in slow motion, and the look you gave me, that look is this one right here.” He told you the painting coming to a halt once more, “Can you even imagine? Fallin' like I did for the love of my life?” He asked, My angel of light….My radiant beam in the night. I don't need no light to see you shine.” Xavier continued turning you around to look at him, “Every hour of every day…. It's your golden hour. You slow down time, In your golden hour.” He whispered his forehead resting against yours. Your eyes closed as you soaked in his words. Xavier Thorpe is it for you.

#xavier thrope imagine #xavier thorpe #xavier thrope fanfic #xavier x you #xavier x reader #wednesday #wednsday addams #percy hynes white #jenna ortega #fluff #xavier fluff #tyler galpin

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jiabeewrites · 1 year

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Golden Light, Silver Hues

Thranto (Grand Admiral Thrawn x Eli Vanto) ft. Ezra being stupid

(aesthetic by @aesthetics-and-fuckery, yeah, that's me. do NOT steal this!)

CW: romance, just fluff in general i think, probably ooc, spoilers for literally every single piece of star wars content imaginable so..., i think i wrote this just because i was sad so i think that's it

Summary: What I thought happened after the events of SW Rebels.

SONG: When The Sun Loves The Moon by Reinaery

A/N: I heard this song and went: "THIS IS THRANTO AND I LOVE THRANTO"

This is literally not canon and has probably been done a million times, but whatever I miss these two idiots so this is what you get. Most of the chapter is literally not even them it's just buildup and honestly I hate myself for that but WHATEVER

this song is meant to be a wlw song oop-

HOW TO READ: Each lyric is like a pov divider! You can find more stories like this one by looking under the tag #ryn writes songfics

<Cheunh>, Basic, Minnisiat, Sy Bisti

When the sun loves the moon

He watched as the young Jedi paced back and forth, never taking an eye off of him. As if he was afraid Thrawn was going to try to attack him.

"You can stop worrying. I won't attack you, you know."

Ezra Bridger just glared at him. "I can't know that for sure."

Thrawn merely raised an eyebrow. "Why would I attack you when you're the only one who can get us out of this?"

"What do you mean?"

Thrawn explained the way sky-walkers navigated through the chaos, and how, since Ezra possessed knowledge of the Force, he could lead them through it.

Ezra glared at him. "And how do I know you're not lying?"

"You don't. But I would be a fool to kill us both, especially since..." Thrawn trailed off and didn't speak after that.

"Especially since what?"

Thrawn stiffened ever so slightly. "It's not important."

"Since. What?"

"Do you want to get us out of wherever you've jumped us to or not?" Thrawn glared at him.

Even the ocean feels her pull

"You can stop now."

Ezra looked out the window. "Where are we?"

Thrawn stood at the window, gazing at the planet below them. "Ttin'abi bah cavpet. That is what I have known it as, although I do not believe it has a proper name."

Ezra opened his mouth to speak when a ship appeared out of nowhere. The ship jolted, and Ezra realized what Thrawn had done. As the ship pulled them into a tractor beam, he began to yell at the blue man. "I should have never trusted you!"

"That is not an Imperial ship, Commander Bridger."

Ezra turned to look at the ship, and his brow furrowed. "Then what is that?"

A smaller ship pulled up towards them, and a woman sent a message through their comm system.

The only thing that worked on this hells-forsaken ship.

"<Thrawn. It is good to see you alive.>"

Oh, and the stars align every night to spell out their love in tiny bright lights

"Lieutenant Commander Vanto." Eli looked up and saw a familiar blue face staring back at him.

"Admiral. Is there something that you need?" Ar'alani just smiled and shook her head.

"No, Eli Vanto. However...there is someone I would like you to meet." She turned and walked out the door, and Eli sighed before following her.

Oh, when the sun loves the moon

The two of them were pulled out of the cruiser, if they could even call it that.

They were pushed through the halls of the ship, and as Ezra looked around, he realized that all of the people here looked the same as Thrawn.

Blue skin, dark blueish-black hair, red eyes.

"What is this place?"

"You'll find out in a moment."

Never touching but never far

"Who is it?" He asked. Ar'alani didn't answer, but a faint smile remained on her lips.

"Admiral. If this person wasn't important then I think I should-"

"You will soon see, Eli Vanto. Do not worry."

She smiled, not unkindly.

"You will soon see."

His brow furrowed. Why was she being so secretive? Usually she told him who he was meeting beforehand, even if he was actually meeting someone.

Eli just sighed and followed the Admiral. Hoping that it really was worth it.

Oh, at the break of day, a summer's ray

"<Mitth'raw'nuruodo.>" A voice greeted them.

Ezra turned to see a woman who had short, curly blue-black hair. She had a smirk on her face, and seemed to know Thrawn.

"<I am he.>" Ezra stood there, confused. The two were speaking a language unknown to him, and Thrawn must've noticed.

"Commander Bridger, this is Senior Captain Kiwu'tro'owmis."

"You may call me Wutroow," the woman said with a thick accent. "<So who exactly is he?>"

"<He has the power of the sky-walkers.>" Wutroow shot him a confused look.

"<But he's so old! And he's a male!>"

"<Yes, he is. But you cannot divulge this information to anyone else, you must promise me that.>"

"<Why not?>"

"<You'll find out in a moment.>"

A moonlit night that casts away

"Stay here."

Eli nodded, and sighed.

Then a stern voice shocked him out of his daze.

"El'ivant'o."

Eli's eyes widened in realization.

"I am he. Are you Supreme General Ba'kif?"

"I am he. Do you know why you were summoned here?" Ba'kif asked.

"No, sir."

"Ah. Well, then, you'll have to forgive me for not wanting to reveal anything quite yet." The older man chuckled

Eli raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Sir? What do you mean?"

And then he saw him.

Their love remains, their love remains

Ezra followed Thrawn and Wutroow as the three of them made their way down the twisting halls.

He couldn't help but think that Thrawn seemed at home here. Not acting the part of a villian. Not trying to kill Ezra, not detaining him, not scheming to destroy the rebels.

Not under the Empire's control.

Actually, Ezra wasn't sure about that last part. For all he knew, these people could be conspiring against him. But somehow...it didn't seem like that. He couldn't place a finger on it.

But Thrawn was not going to hurt him. He knew that, and it confused him to no end.

Ezra was so lost in his thoughts that he walked right into Wutroow's back.

"Why'd we-"

A human man in a dark gray uniform walked up to Thrawn, an expression of disbelief on his face.

"Thrawn?"

"Good day, Lieutenant Vanto."

Oh, when the sun loves the moon

It was him. Thrawn.

Standing right in front of him.

"Thrawn?" His voice sounded weak, even to him.

"Good day, Lieutenant Vanto."

Those words, those damn words. The words that had haunted him for the past five years.

"Hello, sir." Hells, why did his voice have to be so shaky?

Her golden light

"Hello, sir."

His gaze softened. He knew the rest wouldn't be able to tell.

But Eli...Eli Vanto was different.

Eli understood him, a feat that many couldn't bring themselves to accomplish. Not just as a military officer, but as a person. He understood why art was so important, because he felt the same about math. He understood Thrawn's artistic sensibilities and matched it with his own mathematical prowess.

Eli Vanto completed him.

And Thrawn would be damned if he let his other half go. Not again.

Her silver hues

Not again.

Eli knew exactly what he was doing.

Because nobody else understood Thrawn the way he did, and no one else would know Thrawn the way he did. They didn't care to learn.

"I trust that your mission went well, then?"

"Yes." His red orbs softened when they met Eli's brown ones. "<It was enlightening. The Empire will not be a threat to the Ascendancy...nor will they be an ally.>"

"<What do you mean?>" Bakif asked.

"The Empire is already crumbling. They won't be able to uphold their system for much longer.>"

Ar'alani just nodded. "<Then this is where I take my leave. Wutroow, please show the young human his quarters. Ba'kif, if you would?>"

And then there were two.

Eli turned on his heel and started the quick walk back to his office.

"Where are you going?"

"Just follow me."

A beautiful song, oh how they long

"Eli."

"Yeah?"

Eli turned, only for Thrawn to pull the shorter man close to him. Eli wrapped his arms around his torso, and closed his eyes.

"I missed you, you <ebeucot>."

"Where did you learn that?" Thrawn asked, amused.

"Ar'alani taught it to me. Said she used that word a lot when you did something stupid." The taller man chuckled.

The two of them just stood in silence, comforted by the presence of the other. Enjoying the company of the person they loved most.

Because after five years...

Mitth'raw'nuruodo had finally come back to his home.

Eli Vanto.

For dawn

tender hugs/forehead kisses >>> long mushy smooches

tagged (the people who reblogged the thranto post, which thank you btw! + some frends): @keldabae @roobgumball95 @ohdamnlad @lbelleofficial @owlpartytime @antisocial-mariposa @aesira-of-orion @itsjustmesuckers @inner-space-oddity

#thranto #thrawn x eli #eli vanto x thrawn #ezra bridger #thrawn #mitth'raw'nuruodo #el'ivant'o #eli vanto #star wars rebels #thrawn ascendancy #blue art nerd x tiny math nerd #my beloveds #ryn writes songfics #ryn writes stuff

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ishraqzzz · 1 year

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♥︎|| O' Ocean Waves. . .

(Written for a friend, using the friend's features and name. Ooc)

"I thought blue was your color.."

"Is it not . . ?"

"Seems like red looks better."

》》

"How much are you willing to go on and love me?"

Tender as it could be, joyous and youthful. The youngsters always find themselves dreaming of it. Wishing to be held in its folds until the life decays out of their immature bodies. The elderly miss its sweetness and spark. And yet, they know it best. But oh what was it? To love? To hold one dear, in a pathetic attempt to keep them from the fangs of this cruel world. To simply feel alive when one hears their voice. To stay awake, recalling their touch.. and smiling to one's self.

It was for sure what those two youngsters were in. Helplessly held by the arrow of cupid. Their hearts aligned. It was further than the falling stars. That these two would ever fall in love.

His Sorrowed Orbs fell meeting her coffee ones, the lady did not pay attention to the coated emptiness and sorrow. Being aware that those eyes have been covered in such sadness ever since the day she first met him. She knew nothing could fill that emptiness. Even her , even her joyful self . Isn't enough to replace what was lost. A fact she made peace with.

"Hmm..."

He hummed thinking of an appropriate answer. He wouldn't dare to blow away the Brightness inside her eyes, the excitement to see how much value she holds in the palms of his heart.

Placing a cold hand over her cheek, brushing it softly. Then giving it a playful pinch.

"Until the day my bones wither. Until the sky falls over the earth. And yet. Even if you no longer love me. If you forget me. If you hurt me.. and If I hurt you. I'll love you."

He muttered those confessions, there was no denial. That in his heart, he was in his happiest place. Under the soft blankets. As the rain pours outside. The drops danced all over together as they fell to their death. The eternal dance of pain, as they goodbye to one another. His lover held him in his arms. He would go to the depth of hell and back, just to keep this moment forever. In her eyes, Everything was complete. Her heart was fully rested. Fully relaxed and joyed. Within moments, she sounded asleep. Head finding rest over his chest, as her brown hair messily spread over the pillow.

Oh, how he wished he could feel that peace she is feeling. How he wishes he could truly keep his promise. To be a forever.

He could not taste that comfort. It was bitter, and that was all down to the fact he had to make a sacrifice. That he knew what was coming will burn like amber. Perhaps this would be the last time he could ever feel this love. He believed wholeheartedly. He did NOT deserve her.

So as the pain tore his limbs apart. As the night darkness seemed to be comforting. He pulled her closer to him. Taking in her scent. Oh, how weak he felt. How painful reality was.

"I love you"

And that was all he needed. That little mumble escaped her lips as she fell again to sleep. For his tears to fall quietly. Childe was not one to lose his composure, and his attitude easily. But he was allowed to break, wasn't he? As long as he picks himself up afterward. It is alright. Or that was the comfort he seemed to seek by telling such words to himself.

Lies

How could one admire the ocean ... if one was not willing to be drowned by it?

It's a fate to be accepted

"Watch out!"

A yell came out breaking, speaking, and informing the pryo user. Of a danger that was headed towards her. Yet, seems that one can't simply escape the grasp of pain. Before her mind came to the realization. A spark of pain settled into her stomach. Knocking her back, and surely further away than her group.

"LELE!!"

Was all she heard, it was a strange feeling. How come the battle scene was so .. quite so peaceful.. she felt her breath tighten slowly. Before she took notice of the crescent moon above. Was it always this beautiful? Before her answer came. An inky shade covered her vision as she have let go of consciousness.

"Ah, look who is awake.."

A familiar voice came out, the same moment she found her eyes open up. And yet, the pain struck her. Her limbs. Her head. All of them were slowly being ripped apart. It surely was quite the hit.

In most situations. She would perhaps panic, but she wondered why she was calm. It might have been the tiredness that has washed over her. But once she observed the place. Pushing herself up and off the ground. She quickly realized where she was. And who was she dealing with.. spotting a certain fair-headed lady. That she was simply spiteful about. A lady that she hated with a burning passion. Taking a couple of steps upfront. She looked the brunette up and down.

"My.. you look quite awful no.?"

Without any warning, a gush of flame was set toward her in an attempt to make those pretty features of her gone for good. But, in Lele's state. Her attacks were merely effective. As they were blocked easily by signora.

This wasn't an ideal situation, to begin with. And yet, she felt certain drops fall on her face and slowly drip towards her chin. It was raining. She recalled. Her element wouldn't be of use much.

"Why am I here..?"

She asked out. Wondering, where was she? why would she be here.. taking a look around, wood-like Orbs following the area, and realized that she took place on quite a high mountain. Below them. A set of angered ocean waves screaming below, dare she take steps closer to the edge. And she'll surely meet her sweet death.

"We have unfinished business.."

The taller lady walked around , quite the bossy attitude seemed to mark her.

"What exactly is this business"

Moving around in circles. The younger brunette preparing herself to attack , as she keeps a watchful gaze.

"You see.. we have found you quite useful for a while.. but I'm afraid.. you have to go now.."

Useful she says, and yet she wonders. How come the fatui found her useful? She has never associated with them. Nor helped them.

"What the hell do you mean?"

She questioned, but she was answered in quite a painful way. As lightning seemed to strike down, letting its delightful light ignite and cleanse the view.

"Take care of it Childe."

It can't be. She must have heard the name wrong no? But eyes don't lie. It was him. The same Orbs, the same face she loved dearly. The one and only. How could the world be so cruel.

"Huh. . "

Before she realized it. Before it even came to her shattered mind. She found herself on the edge of the high hill. And he stood in front of her. He surely was going to turn around and save her. He surely wouldn't hurt her. And yet, what is the Crimson shade that is over his hand? Red looks good on him. She thought. She saw the knife in his hand, she saw how it dug into her skin and ripped apart her organs. But could swear to God. That she didn't a feel single drop of pain. She simply dozed off inside his eyes. Waiting for him to say something. Without taking notice. Her own hands were on his bloodied ones. Being painted by her pain. Then she rose them up. Placing them on his cheek. To see if he was real. To see if this is the same man that she was kissing two days ago. Is he the same man who is giving away her life?

"I thought you loved me."

She mumbled , it's all she could say as she remembers his love confessions. His kisses and his touch and warmth.

"I thought that too. . ."

He spoke in a cold and stoic voice. She could swear that he sounded like the dead. And yet, his cheek was so warm. What a mystery.

The water was always gentle. Always loving. Water would hold even the heaviest burdens and keep them safe. Quite the humiliation of how she was falling into the ocean. Yet, her heart was drowned in another ocean. The ocean of his emptied eyes.

When she fell into the water. She felt the pain. She felt a thousand needle break into her skin. But yet. She didn't scream, she didn't move even. Was she satisfied with this ending? Or was she too shattered to fight? Letting herself give in to the joy of death. Her final fall, her final dance. Perhaps. She'd wake up from this slumber. If she let the ocean slowly eat her up. Slowly. Giving away her soul.

The moon was beautiful tonight.

★BONUS : (song: All I want -Kodaline)

As her tired body lay down on the fresh sheets. Eyes shut. They haven't seen the light of day in quite a while. Nor the darkness of night. Days have passed and become weeks. since her body was found bleeding on the shores. And every single day, flowers that were brought to her by her companion and friends. Decayed , their petals fell and withered. And yet they were replaced. And she was not yet awakened.

"If I could only see your smile once more.."

She heard a voice she recognized. A voice she adored. But she couldn't wake up. She couldn't speak back, but she felt the sorrow. The guilt in his tone. And it ripped her apart. Over the past weeks. All she heard was his voice. Coming over and over. Talking to her nonconscious body. Seeking forgiveness from the one who forgot. In a pathetic attempt to finally let himself sleep peacefully again. Yet. Even if he was sincere. He has committed a grave sin. And he is yet, to drown in its sorrow.

He leaned in, placing a kiss on her forehead. Letting a bit of tears fall over her face.

"If only you could forgive me.. if only.. I can give you my soul.."

He stood up, ready to leave. Ready to head away. Yet the burden of what he has caused haunts him. Oh, how he wishes to remain there, talking every moment. About the love, he carries for her. Yet, he wouldn't forgive himself. To be able to look at her figure is a blessing. That he did not deserve.. perhaps he have harmed her. Perhaps he had no other choice. But yet. He still seeks comfort in begging for forgiveness.

And like that, certain words left his trembling lips. Once again, stating a fact he could not turn away from.

"I love you Lele."

He was not planning on giving up, he was ready to come every day. Until she wakes up. Until he could see her again.

The door opened revealing another figure. Looking over at the ginger man. Sighing before leaning against the door.

"Your time is over. Get out."

She proceeded to wait for him to get out. Annoyed by his mere existence.

As he walked past her , she made sure to push him out and close the door behind her. Letting her friend rest peacefully.

"The only reason I'm allowing you to see her. Is that I know you still love her.."

The scolding voice could be heard by the sleeping brunette, slowly fading away into the hallway. Slightly opening her eyes for the first time in weeks... struggling to move her lips. And yet, seemingly doing her best to let such burning words out.

"I love you.. too."

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agentvharrison · 10 months

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// I miss Vivian. More importantly, I MISS Y’ALL.

I know a large part of the problem is what I went through a year ago was just deeply horrible. There’s no way to avoid the impact it’s had on Vivian (and other muses, but predominantly her), on rping as a hobby, on my interest in certain fandoms, on rping in certain fandoms, and on me.

And then I went and accidentally deleted YEARS of headcanons, threads, meme responses, and character development. I’m NEVER going to get all of it back. I can’t even remember what half the headcanons I’d written were about. I can’t remember even a fraction of the blogs I was following - blogs I’d rarely or never interacted with, but loved following nonetheless. My tiny “Following” list feels like an accusation.

I’m still upset over everything I’ve lost - in every way.

But I really, truly, deeply miss the people I’d been interacting with and following. I miss seeing people’s ooc, and their headcanons, and reading their threads. I miss throwing ideas around with friends and partners and would-be partners. I miss the PEOPLE the rpc is built on.

And, finally, my offline life is calming down. The stars are aligning. I have some habits I need to try to break (though since I can’t actually build habits I suppose I don’t actually have habits to break), but honestly spending less time on my phone and more time on my laptop involves a lot of things that would be healthier for me.

So. I have A PLAN:

1. The next few days are going to be about loading up my queue. I’m down to 19 posts. And I have several hundred to add - across this and all Vivian’s sideblogs. 2. Reach out to friends/established partners to say HI! I’ve been ignoring some of you for so fucking long and I’m so so so SO sorry. I’ll also see who wants to keep the verses/relationships/dynamics we had, and who might want to start over or adjust things. 3. Make a list of what headcanons I can remember having written on the accidentally deleted blog. Rewrite what I can remember. Set aside what I can’t remember the details of to work on later. Schedule headcanons to be posted over a reasonable span of time. 4. Clear out inbox and drafts. I’m going to be ruthless. Unless discussed with someone as part of #2, it’s going to go. Sorry in advance. 5. Post a few memes. 6. RESPOND to a few memes. 7. Write up Vivian’s two main verses - default MCU, MCU/Spooks crossover. 8. Less time on phone, more time on laptop, as it’s more conducive to writing/being active on this blog. 9. Try to spend at least 30 minutes a day active on this blog while the cat throws her whole body down against my leg while I’m on the couch for the next two weeks. 10. Work on writing up Vivian’s other verses.

I want to be back here. I am GOING to be back here.

#outofsarcasm #Zen's plan to return

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oceanoecielo · 9 months

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▸ anonymous ⟶ ❛ [ mulberry ] what tips would you give someone with writer's block? / [ coral ] give a shoutout to one of your favorite blogs. ❜ ╱ ( colorful interview , accepting . )

ha! you are probably not going to like this answer at all, but the best advice i have for someone with writer's block is to keep writing. that's honestly what i do, just content myself with writing poorly for a while until it becomes good again.

some quotes from a book on writing i'm currently reading that speak to me personally and are more like preaching at the choir than anything: "Simply put, the key to being a better writer is to write. […] Write like crap if you have to. But write every day. […] Don't write a lot. Just write often. […] Spending five hours on a Saturday writing isn't nearly as valuable as spending 30 minutes a day every day of the week."

i'm An Insane Person who treats writing much more like a discipline than an art. rp is not a job, that's true, but if you only write when ~the stars & muse align perfectly~ and you ~feel up to it~, you're going to find yourself in those slumps easily and often. that's my opinion on it, anyway.

for example, i've found that i rarely have the motivation to answer ooc asks like this one, and it results in these asks sitting in my inbox for long periods of time. so i've started to discipline myself and say, "ok 6-6:30pm every day is my Miscellaneous Writing time, where i force myself to write something that's not an rp reply for once." that's why you're finally seeing an answer to this ask. it's not bc i ~magically found the motivation~; it's bc i closed down all my other programs at 6pm and started writing it.

also, bc rp isn't a job, if you have a block with your rp replies in particular, consider dropping some stuff! if you just really really can't come up with an answer to a thread, there's no harm in pitching it in the bin, which is honestly something i need to get better at doing.

also from the book i'm reading, called everybody writes: your go-to guide to creating ridiculously good content, which is more about marketing but which i am reading to pick and choose stuff to apply to my own creative process… another suggestion i've seen is to put some distance between yourself and your work. spend an hour showering, cleaning, making food, w/e. whatever you need to do to clear your mind out a li'l bit. and then come back to it. "An hour with a clear mind is worth five hours of fog." and i've found that advice does help me, too. today, i didn't feel much up to writing, so i got up, did my laundry, and then came back to my word document and immediately spat out 500 words, which was much more productive than staring at my screen for 4 hours, slowly dribbling out a sentence at a time.

/////

aughdkgjks i'm gonna shout out multi! @troublewithvampires / @gas-stxtion / @bleedingovereden

they're a really good friend of mine, and i'm glad i got to meet them! they're really good at plotting, and they have a lot of interesting muses / stories that they put a lot of effort into, and i don't think they have enough followers tbh! our muse dynamics are never a miss, and they've got such a colorful cast that there's a little something there for everybody, and i think it's kind of a shame that so much of the rpc is sleeping on them

#grounded. 『 ooc 』#lately‚ i'm feeling like a big bang. 『 answered 』#anonymous

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luxaryllis · 2 years

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Sleeping Spell (In Another Life)

100+ Followers Special

Note: Absolutely late? Yes, it is. Was it asked for? No, not really. Will I still do it? Yes, I will.

So, thank you, everyone for 100+ followers! I really appreciate the support!! 💙💙

So, this is going to be a fluff to angst (to fluff) fic! It will focus on MC/Yuu and Malleus!! Featuring the rest of Diasomnia main cast!

Also, I wrote this with a platonic relationship in mind, but if you want, this CAN be interpreted as romantic-

Also, MC is referred to as Yuu, and is gender-neutral.

Okay then! Let's get to it!!

Warning: Contains death, Use of Tsunotaro, Some chapter 6 spoilers, Possible OOC, Possible Yandere-ish??, Written with a platonic relationship in mind (might be interpreted as romantic, however), tell me if I missed something

“Good evening, Tsunotaro! How are you?”

“I’m quite alright, Child of Man. And you?”

“Ah, just the usual. A bit tired from getting pushed around by the Headmage, though haha”

“Is that so? Fufu, would you perhaps want me to speak with the Headmage about this?”

“Hm? Oh no, that’s alright! He is the one who decided to let me stay here anyway.”

---

“Whoaa!! That’s so cool, Tsunotaro!”

“This is merely a small trick any mage can do, Child of Man.”

“It may seem like that to you, but my world doesn’t have any magic; so this is really awesome!!”

“Oh? Hmm... how about this then?”

“WHOAAA!! So much fireflies and sparkles!!!”

---

“Oh my, Child of man. Are you alright? You seem to be quite unwell...”

“Huh? Oh yeah... I had to chase- *achoo!* Grim around in the rain a while ago to get him back to class. It’s just a cold, though; don’t worry!”

“You humans are quite delicate, allow me to help you.”

“Tsunotaro... *achoo!* thanks a lot *sniff*”

“Of course, child of man.”

---

“Child of man, what do you feel about the lifespans of mortals?”, Malleus asks one day.

“Huh? What’s with the sudden question, Tsunotaro?”, Yuu asks their friend.

“...”, Malleus stays quiet.

‘You will see the stars lining up again and again in your long life. And by the time the stars align again, the world must have changed a lot. And you have to accept it. Understood?’, Lilia’s voice rings in Malleus’s mind. Lilia had told Malleus this when Yuu, Rook, and Epel had gone to the Isle of Lamentation.

‘Listen, Malleus. You must never forget the pain you felt in this place today. You must carry this pain with you as you continue to live for a long time in the future’

Malleus has always understood the short lives of humans. They all have fleeting lives; to the point it almost seems like a moment until all the babies are grown up.

He remembers this feeling when he was helping Lilia take care of Silver. He remembers witnessing Silver’s first words, his first steps, everything. And, as if in a blink of an eye, Silver’s all grown up now.

‘Such is the life of man’, Malleus always reminds himself whenever he witnesses the mortality of human nature; the pain, the joys, the sorrow, the happiness humans experience.

A reason why Malleus stays away from humans, is not only because they are afraid of him (it is still one of the reasons, however). But because he doesn’t want to get attached.

Mortal lives are fleeting. They can be alive for one moment, and in the blink of an eye, everything could just... disappear.

But now...

Malleus has gotten attached to this child of man...

Too attached.

Of all people, he just had to get attached to the one from another world.

Or perhaps... that’s why he was so drawn to them?

Because they are one of the first humans who didn’t run away from him.

Yuu wasn’t scared of Malleus.

They even called him such a silly name, Tsunotaro.

Even after finding out who he was.

Malleus has always found the Ramshackle Prefect very interesting.

A magicless human, a student of one of Twisted Wonderland’s best magic schools.

---

Oh dear...

What had happened to ‘accepting that you will outlive humans’?

Oh my...

Malleus looks at the bedridden Ramshackle Prefect.

What has he done...?

Why had he done it...?

There, on a bed, laid the Ramshackle Prefect. A rose in their hand, sleeping so peacefully.

If Malleus hadn’t known better, he would have thought that his friend was merely taking a nap.

...

But he does know better.

After all, he was the one who cast the sleeping spell on them.

How had it gone to this?

Ah yes, Malleus remembers now...

He had cast the sleeping spell on his friend because he had gotten too attached...

Human lives are fleeting.

Malleus didn’t want to see his only friend leave him.

The only person who wasn’t afraid of him.

So, to preserve the life and beauty of his friend, he cast a spell on them.

To sleep forever.

Now, Malleus won’t be left alone.

---

It has been around 50 years since the Ramshackle Prefect had gone “missing”.

Or was it 100...?

Perhaps 500??

Either way, it was quite a while.

The Ramshackle Prefect still lays in a private, hidden, room Malleus has created.

Where no one, but him, would be able to enter.

Malleus’s friend lays in a soft bed, the covers and sheets often cleaned and changed through Malleus’s magic.

Around them, laid Malleus’s other treasures.

Gold coins, trophies, medals, jewelry, gems, basically everything a man would want in life.

This room was Malleus’s treasury.

Being the now-king of the Valley of Thorns, everyone, even the royal guard and advisors, is forbidden to enter his treasury.

Lest they want to suffer a horrible consequence.

Malleus would always visit this room, at least once a day.

No matter how busy he would be.

He would visit everyday, to add more things to his treasury, and to speak to his dear friend.

Had he possibly gone mad? Yes, perhaps he has.

He knows this is wrong.

However, Malleus doesn’t care.

He’s fully aware that his friend is now dead, but he doesn’t care.

His friend is still there, with him.

They haven’t left him.

They never have.

And they never will.

---

It’s been... however long it has been.. since then...

It’s been around... 50 years since Lilia has died as well.

If only he hadn’t tried to intervene...

Nevertheless, Malleus continues to always visit Yuu and talk to them as if they were awake and alive.

---

It’s been a couple thousand (or was it millions?) years...

And Malleus lays in his death bed.

He... has had lots of time to reflect.

He feels... regretful for what he has done.

‘Perhaps.. in another life... fate would be much kinder to us.’

‘In another life, we would still be together. Without either of us having to worry about the consequences of our friendship together...’

‘Neither of us would have to worry about the other’s lifespan... and we can stay together...’

‘Along with everyone else... Lilia, Silver, Sebek...’

‘I don’t want to have to see anyone I care about leave me so early...’

“In another life...”, Malleus says as he breathes his final breathe.

---

The Great Seven has heard your prayers, Malleus Draconia.

---

“BOO!”

“Ahh! Lilia!! How many times have I told you not to startle me!!”

“Fufufu, sorry about that Malleus. Anyway, Silver, Yuu, Sebek and I have decided to invite you to our tea party!!”

“An invitation? Alright then!!”

For some reason, Malleus felt overjoyed from receiving an invitation...

As if he never got invited to events.

This wasn’t true, as Silver, Lilia, Sebek, and Yuu would always invite Malleus.

Malleus shrugs this feeling off, and follows his childhood best friend to a small garden outside of the Draconia mansion.

“Malleus! There you are!! Over here, we were just about to start!!”

“Yuu, lower your voice. You might startle the birds. Not to mention your cat, Grim, is asleep too.”

“Oh, right. Sorry, Silver.”

“It’s alright.”

“Ahem! Anyway! Malleus, as your friends and future business partners, we all welcome you to our tea party! Thank you for coming!!”

“This isn’t a formal event, Sebek... and we’ve had Malleus over to our tea parties all the time..”

“Shush, Silver.”

Malleus smiles to himself, happy that the Great Seven have blessed him with such great friends.

---

END!

I will still be taking a break, but I finished this anyway, so might as well post it haha.

Did you all like it?

Also, I got this idea from @dr3amscap3, so thanks for this, Mika!! 💙

Also, Happy 100+ Followers for me and everyone!

Thank you all for the support, appreciation, and your patience!!

Again, feedback and comments are very much appreciated!

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst angst #malleus draconia #twst fluff

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imthefemalemonster · 1 year

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Your fics are absolutely lovely. I wonder what gives you the inspiration to write such interesting pieces. And yeah, could you please do a Top!Rhaegar x Bottom!Ned (NOT ABO) story where for some reason Ned gives birth to twins (essentially Robb and Jon but they're Targaryen)? Like the pregnancy could be attributed to the hidden Velaryon bloodline they have when Cregan hid TemporaryAmnesiacLucerys or Rhaegar just literally bred Ned thoroughly stuff.

Hello honey! First of all, thank you so much, it's really touching to hear. Here it is, sorry it took so long, hope you like it. ♡

And to answer you... this is a such a good question. I don't really have an answer tbh, it's all... vibes? I feel like writing? I write. At the end of this shitty day, I put all my issues to the side and I read or write. I think that many of us consume content for this reason. As I mostly do requests, if my work can make someone happy a few minutes in their life, even if they are bound to forget it the next day, it makes it all worth it. I'm glad I can leave a part of me out there.

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⸻Tell Me That You Mean It

Rhaegar Targaryen x Ned Stark (Mostly Fluff / Smut)

⸻Summary: A dragon and a wolf love story knows no end.

Tags: Fluff, Smut, Angst, (a bit?), Mostly Fluff, Unspecified Timeline/Settings, Young Adults Characters, Maybe OOC, (I don’t know the characters very well), Kisses, Hugs, Mpreg, Anal Sex, Aftercare, No beta once I sneezed 8 times in a row

⸻Read on Ao3

Notes: I got inspired to do something smutty and fluffy for the young Rhaegar/Ned relationship. Lots of fluff and fluff with some more fluff, little bit of angst too (?), mpreg not explained it exists because I said so. Requested by anon I hope you like it. ♡

REQUESTS CLOSED.

⸻Words: 2965

The wind brushed the leaves, air embracing the trees like tender arms around a body. A frail figure sat there, resting under the dance of the branches. Eyes closed, Ned focused on the sounds around him, breath steady.

“You left training without waiting for me.”

The voice came from behind him, accompanied by rapid and confident footsteps. Leaves cracked under the boots. Ned turned his head, cold face meeting with the young white haired man approaching him.

“You could just tell me if you didn’t want to see me…”. Rhaegar smirked, smug face as he kneeled next to his Stark friend.

Ned eyebrows’ frowned, eyes staring deep into the lilac orbs as if it was trying to decipher them.

“Oh relax”, Rhaegar laughed, hand reaching to pinch Ned’s cheek, “That wasn’t a reproach, merely a remark.”

Ned squirmed away from the touch, not without a shy smile on his lips.

“I was just tired.”, he sighed, “I wanted some calm, I found it here.”

“Uh, I see.” Rhaegar looked up to the trees, the beautiful features on his face emphasized by the daylight. Ned stared at them with great fascination. Often he wondered if the gods had created something more beautiful than his long-time companion.

“Starring again?”

Rhaegar smiled as he met Ned’s doe eyes. The Stark’s fingernails scratched the fabric covering his legs, drawing Rhaegar’s attention.

“Rumor has it, I do make you nervous.”

“I-I’m sorry?”

Avoiding the man’s burning gaze, Ned lowered his eyes to his feet,cheeks flushed.

“You are not usually like this when we are only together“, whispered Rhaegar, his voice both pained but comforting, “What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing.” Ned breathed heavily, feet kicking the leaves, digging in the dirt.

“There are so many things in your eyes I can’t stop staring at them.”

Ned exhaled, lips curling into a soft smile. He nodded, not quite sure how to say it.

“So what is it?”, insisted Rhaegar, leaned in so his head aligned with Ned’s.

“Not much”, he breathed, the wind blew around them, pushing them against another, “It’s the people… looking at us.” He fled the lilac’s eyes, the words sounded so stupid spoken outside of his mind.

“Does that make you nervous?”. Rhaegar always looked so relaxed about everything. Like he walked a path of confidence and nothing or no one could unsettled him. His pale hand reached for Ned’s paler one, digits gently brushing the skin.

“Your hands are so warm for a winter boy.”

“It doesn’t make me nervous.” mumbled Ned, this time meeting Rhaegar’s touch with delight, “It was stupid but I still think about it.”

“It’s not stupid if it hurts you”, added Rhaegar, smug still on his face as his eyes were ablaze. Mischief crossed his face as his hand left Ned’s to meet his waist, fingers digging in the leather.

“What are you-”

“I prefer when you laugh, Ned”, he smirked, arms crossing around his chest, moving behind him.

“You are insufferable”, sighed Ned, his cheek meeting with Rhaegar’s nose.

“You like it.”

“Never said I didn- Gods stop!”, Ned bit his lips as he felt Rhaegar hands move around his waist and chest, “Tickling?! How old are you-”

“You are so sensitive… here”, Rhaegar’s fingers dug into the other man’s ribs, Ned emitted a short and surprised gasp as he turned his flushed face to the Targaryen, “Oh I love that face”, he whispered against Ned’s neck, air burning against the warm flesh. A wide smile was painted on Ned’s face as he wriggled around to escape Rhaegar’s playful assault. “Here too!”, the Targaryen shouted, digit pushing against Ned’s lower back.

“F-fuck off!”, laughed Ned, elbow gently hitting Rhaegar in the stomach.

“Oh.”

The two men stopped, Ned throwing a glance behind him, afraid he hurt his friend. Rhaegar just looked stupidly shocked.

“Who taught you that word…”, murmured Rhaegar leaning in so his breath imprinted on Ned’s skin, shivering under it.

“I wonder.”, he hissed, pushing his face away, standing up.

The Targaryen was a bit too swift on his foot as he followed the Stark’s motions, legs tangled together as they hit the floor. Rhaegar bursted out laughing.

“What the hell.”

“Gods! Another one?”, smirked Rhaegar, crawling his thin figure above Ned, “Got more words like that for me?”

Ned crossed his arms, falsely vexed. The Targaryen held himself on his hands, locking Ned’s body under his.

“What now?”

Rhaegar’s purple eyes wandered from the bottom to the top, slowly.

“Can I sit?”

Ned scoffed at the question. He was often overpowered by Rhaegar, there was little he could do to stop him.

“It’s not like I could stop you.”

“I wouldn’t force you.”, spoke Rhaegar, eyebrows raised, waiting for an answer. Ned nodded, a little sigh leaving his mouth as the Targaryen happily leaned in.

Smiling, Rhaegar rested on his elbows, hands maintaining his face above Ned.

“You look great like that.”

There was a long silence, a time of reunion and gazing as they stared both at each other face, their minds imprinting each detail like they would never see one another again. Words weren’t spoken, yet mouths were put to use. Rhaegar lowered his head to brush Ned’s lips, the man softly breathed, pausing a second, waiting for any kind of invitation. He was soon met with Ned's warmth as the young man closed the distance between them. Their lips collapsed as the wind blew in their ears, the coldness of it a perfect contrast of the hotness on their respective skins. Rhaegar took control, as he always did, pushing Ned’s head back onto the floor, his mouth capturing the bottom lip, tongue tracing the line of it until he was invited in. The men drown into each other embrace, the wetness and warmth of Ned's mouth tasted like honey on Rhaegar’s tongue. None of them could say how much time passed, they lost the ability to breathe the moment their bodies met, nothing else was important anymore.

Noises were heard around them, voices and footsteps. Rhaegar broke the kiss to look around, much less worried than Ned. The Stark grabbed his companion's leather clothes, pulling him closer, his fingernails scratching the fabric in newfound need.

“We should go.”, whispered Rhaegar, a large smile on his lips, focusing his attention back on Ned, “Or maybe you’re fine with being found under me in the woods but-”

“You don’t have to leave so soon.”, breathed Ned, face still standing close to Rhaegar, his lips wanting to capture the Targaryen’s again.

“I should. But join me tonight”, Rhaegar smirked, “Maybe I’ll show you something.”

The man got up, turning his heels away from Ned as he left, the Stark still sitting on the floor, watching his lover disappear behind the trees.

“I missed you so much.”

Ned turned to meet the voice he knew so well. The balcony was bathed in darkness, it was deep into the night already when Rhaegar arrived. Finally.

“It’s only been a few hours.”, commented Ned.

“And?”, laughed Rhaegar, “I still did.” He crawled to sit next to him, this time their shoulders met as he rested his chin on it, looking deep into the eyes staring back at him. “I did miss you. I always do.”

Ned was surprised, but he met the embrace with enthusiasm. Leaning closer he met Rhaegar’s lips again. It was more needy than the first one. Like they both starved for something buried deep within another, something that hadn’t been spoken yet.

“What did you want to show me.”, whispered Ned against Rhaegar’s face, their noses brushing.

Leaving his lover’s lips only a second, catching their breaths, Rhaegar moved in front of him, knees between the Stark’s thighs as he parted them gently. A soft gasp escaped Ned but he didn’t move, letting himself be manhandled to Rhaegar’s will.

“Will you let me show you?”

A confused smile appeared on Ned's lips, but he nodded, allowing Rhaegar’s touches to go further. His hands went to cup his face tenderly, thumbs grazing the skin, his eyes were cold but his skin was burning under Rhaegar’s palms.

“What is the status of us?”

The question cut the Targaryen short, standing still, trying to decipher the words.

“What do you mean?”, scoffed Rhaegar. He was too lost in the touches already to think.

“You know what I mean.”

Rhaegar shrugged his shoulders, fingers tracing Ned’s shirt, stopping on his waist.

“I fail to understand where this is going.”

“W-we-”, Ned mumbled, the words escaped him with difficulty, shyness missed with a certain feeling of shame, despite laying only in frail clothes in front of Rhaegar’s burning gaze, “We hang o-out. We ki-. I mean we-”

“Kissed, yes”, continued Rhaegar, hands on Ned thighs as his thumbs drew circles on the fabric.

“Then what are we?”, murmured Ned.

Rhaegar hesitated for a second. It has been so much time now. It felt so natural for him yet… yet Ned wasn’t wrong. What were they?

“We are…”, he paused, the words would never feel wrong, but he only realized now that he never spoke them, “We were friends, then very close friends, training partners, even closer friends”, in his mind he remembered all the moments, all the tenderness, all the first times, “We are two young men in love.”

“That’s what we are?”

“You are not?”, worries filled Rhaegar’s voice. What were they?, “In love?”

“You never said it.”

Rhaegar paused, eyes wandering on the younger man’s body he wished to show all his love to.

“Neither did you.”

Ned shook his head, lowering it as his fingernails pressed into the back of his hands. He was desperate to meet Rhaegar’s embrace again, maybe he should have never spoken.

“I know you are very keen on honor and this stuff-”

“It’s not that!”

The Targaryen stopped his motions, it felt like time did with him as he observed Ned's pained face.

“I j-just-”, he mumbled, trying to regain a sort of composure, his shoulders straight, rigid, face turned toward Rhaegar, “I just didn’t think you did.”

“You didn’t think I was serious all this time?”

“We hid, we ran away, we acted like… it wasn’t happening”, Ned raised his hands, shoulders shrugging in a slow movement, “It didn’t feel serious. It never felt real.”

“It always was to me…” Rhaegar leaned closer, lips kissing the Stark’s temple as his palm rested on his thighs. Ned immediately responded to his touch, arms crossing around the man’s chest, head resting on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry then.”

Rhaegar laughed, hands gently patting Ned’s back. The man moved backward, cheeks flushed and eyes tearing up, confusion filling them.

“What are you sorry for?”, mewled Rhaegar, lips brushing against Ned as he felt his smile, “For being in love with me? Uh, you’re not so wrong.”

“N-no!”, muttered Ned, head moving back, hands resting on the man’s waist, fingers shaking as they played with the fabric resting there, “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“You didn’t, if that makes you feel better.”, Rhaegar’s digits played with the soft fabric on his collar, his eyes fixated on the little patches of pearl white skin he could see.

Ned nodded, the small smile on his face growing larger, observing Rhaegar’s gaze devouring him.

“So”, he paused, unsure, “About what you wanted to show me.”

“Hm”, hummed Rhaegar, the air tense around them, “I thought we could finally try… cuddling.”

“That’s how you call it?”, sighed Ned, lips painted back in a shy smile.

“You struggled to say that we kissed”, smirked Rhaegar, “I’m just trying to use your words.”

Ned laughed, raising a hand to muffle the sound.

“I mean you said ‘fuck off’ earlier”, commented Rhaegar, digits teasingly brushing Ned’s collarbone, “Maybe I’m being a little bit too naive about your supposed innocence.”

“I know a lot of these words.”, breathed Ned, “I just don’t use them like you do.”

An eyebrow raised, Rhaegar smirked gently. His kindness, his shyness, his patience, his tenderness, he wanted to possess it all. Hold him into his hands forever.

“If you let me, I’ll show you, love.” The words filled Ned’s ears, mind and heart like no other words ever did. He couldn’t say anything, he simply smiled and nodded as Rhaegar’s hands guided him to lay on the floor under him. The Targaryen moved above gently, steady on his knee, as a hand moved to cup Ned’s face.

“Am I being your first time?”, he whispered into Ned’s ear, learning over him, legs parted away above Ned’s waist.

The question was so genuine, Ned scoffed at first. Rhaegar’s usual teasing was replaced with loving features and gentle detail dancing on his face.

“Y-you are.”

Rhaegar stood up abruptly, hands raised in this air in a ridiculously exaggerated motion.

“Oh that’s making me nervous now!”

Ned scoffed, amused by the man’s humor.

“Come on now.”, he purred, “I don’t think you want to keep me waiting.”

“Wow My Lord…”, laughed Rhaegar, “I didn’t expect that from you.”

“Everything for you, Your Grace.”

Rhaegar scoffed at the name, lowering his body against Ned’s. They lips met once again, for what felt like the first time again. It was indecisive but loving, hesitant but soft. Both their shaking hands reached for the other’s shirt, collapsing, tangled as they discarded their clothes. The motions were clumsy, hips grinding against one another, wet lips battling noisily, moans exchanged as naked bodies rutted. Rhaegar lowered his head, dizzy with the warmth surrounding them, his mouth tracing the curves of the other man’s body, his lips wandering everywhere they could. Ned's figure shivered, jolting to meet with every of the soft touches. It felt just right, just where they both should be.

The air hit their burning skin, Ned gasped at the sensation, but soon he was taken in hand, handled lovingly. The strokes were slow but precise, the digits tracing the curves, lips meeting with the tender skin, teeth nibbling at the sensitive buds. Forehead pressed together, mouths collapsed, moans and grunts escaping the barriers of flesh. Hard members rubbing, fingers playing at one entrance. Everytime it pushed, Ned squirmed under the weight of the body above him, inviting him further in, reaching for the perfect spots inside. Rhaegar breathed softly, eyes hungry, gaze meeting with his lover. He wanted for any words, anything, a signal into the night that would seal this love forever. Hands on the back on his neck pulled him closer, lips collapsing in a hot and lustful embrace. His hands moved lower and lower, digits coated in wetness, rim inviting under the touch of his warm head. Lips brushed one another as he pushed in, feeding off Ned’s soft gasp. Rhaegar’s thumbs drew circles on his cheeks, encouraging words leaving his mouth as he possessed him whole, once, and for all.

“I love you.”

The days and the weeks went by. The leaves on the trees danced and changed colors. Ned and Rhaegar met again. In the woods. On training grounds, under the rain and on the sea. Everywhere they went love followed. Ned had invited Rhaegar in the coldness of the North, where his house stood. He had joined in great delight, wanting to discover the wonders of the region at his lover’s side. Maybe the cold could be a good excuse to keep each other warm every night.

“Can we stay like this forever?”, Ned whispered, sheets covering the naked pair. Fingers intertwined, palms meeting, they looked into each other's eyes. Something that was once buried deep down was now full grown, blossoming like spring leaves they once used to stare at for hours.

As desired as it was, the pregnancy still surprised them both. Ned the most, since he was the one bearing. The changes to his body were the hardest to deal with, the second were his dragon's constant worry at his side. Dare he left the bed, Rhaegar would rush to him, questions escaping his mouths and it felt like he could only but produce worry with his tongue. It had Ned smiling often, desperate to soothe his anxiety. They would walk together outside, Rhaegar would talk about the hundred things they could do with the little one, everything he would show him and teach him.

“I’ll be fine.”, Ned whispered softly, cupping his lover’s face. Rhaegar would walk ten thousand steps into the room everytime Ned breathed. His tenderness accompanied his companion in every motion as the months passed by.

“You can sleep, I’ll keep you both safe.”, Rhaegar murmured at night, waiting for his young lover to fall into sleep’s embrace. Watching his soft face rest at his side, cherishing every moment they had together until they were rocked by, to their grand surprise, two little high pitched voices calling for their attention.

The day of the delivery, Rhaegar refused to leave Ned’s side. Palms pressed together as the labor started. They encountered several complications but yet here they were. They. Twins there were, to the men’s surprise. Two little blonde figures, dragon's blood pulsing through their veins, much like their father. The room was calm as the little ones were cradled in their fathers’ loving arms.

“What should we name them?”

Rhaegar smiled, contemplating the two little swollen, sleeping faces. They had discussed that a lot, unable to choose between two names they loved much. Maybe fate did things well.

“Since we couldn’t decide… Why not use both?”

Ned observed the soft faces laying in their arms, unsure.

“That would fit for little Targaryen?”, he questioned, eyes raised toward Rhaegar who looked confident, like he always did.

“I’m sure it will.”

A smile appeared on the Stark’s lips as his face met the little foreheads.

“Jon and Robb, it shall be then.”

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