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“Wait a sec: what do you mean you don't celebrate Christmas?!”
That was possible? Wasn't Christmas, like, a mandated holiday?! First time Galo's hearing of it, anyway—technically speaking, Galo himself hadn't celebrated the holiday in its entirety, back whenever he was at the orphanage. They put up a tree, lined the windows with lights, but Galo didn't recall much else... aside from cookies, by which he partook heartily. Santa was always in the form of Kray Foresight, minus the beard, minus the gifts.
Didn't always show up, though.
Lips pursed, Galo brought his forefinger and thumb to frame his chin in thought. Sure, the New Year had come and went, but it wasn't like Galo'd put up any of his decorations, ever reluctant to place the tree back in its box, pull free the nail hanging the stockings.
“How about we have a second Christmas? You know, just me, you, 'n the team! Sucks you had to miss out on it, so, what if you didn't miss out?” logic didn't always prevail in his thoughts, but it made sense to him. “'Sides, I've still got a few more gifts to hand out! Trust me, I save for Christmas, like, most of the year. Christmas funds and pizza funds!”
Two of the most important times of the year, naturally.
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#frozen-hearts-cannot-be-broken#ic‚ galo.#I hope this is okay! Galo 100% misinterpreted her words.#He heard 'Christmas' and zoned out.#v_v#THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR LIKING MY STARTER CALL! <333
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Figures. Kray was a touchy subject for a lot of people, especially with all the dirt being dug up... somehow, despite seeing Kray Foresight at his worst, they kept finding out more stuff he had kept hidden, more people whose lives he had ruined, more people whose lives he had taken... there was a time Galo looked happily, expectantly at any television screen that had his face, but now, all Galo wanted to do was run. He didn't know he had that same effect on someone else, too.
“Kray said a lot of things,” Galo mumbled. “But, that's kinda' what I wanted to ask you about. I know lots about the Burnish -- not more than Lio, but I still know a lot! -- but before a few weeks ago, I'd never heard of a Freezish. Are yooou... uh, were you like, a Burnish too, just under a new name or somethin'?”
Freezish... Burnish... Burnish had weird little flame aliens, so that must mean...
“Did you have super cool ice powers?! Aw man, it would'a been awesome to see them play out in action! Hey, maybe you can give me a play by play sometime and I can try 'n reenact it with Matoi!”
Patting Matoi's exterior, Galo smiled proudly. Sure, she was still a little beat-up, but Galo had ... well, not had, rebuilding the city took a lotta work and all, but he could spare some free time knocking out all the bumps and scratches!
“It's fine if you don't wanna' talk about it. I just wanted to get to know you a little better, y'know? We're all gonna' be teaming up on this project, and I like to get to know my teammates! It took months to get Remi to open up, but now it's like I've known him forever!”
A beat of silence.
“Soo... what're some things you like?”
@frozen-hearts-cannot-be-broken // continued!
#frozen-hearts-cannot-be-broken#ic‚ galo.#I'm sorry for the double tag; I'm fighting with the editor. vv
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— cute things they do unintentionally
including wriothesley, zhongli, neuvillette, diluc x gn! reader
꒰ genre ꒱ — fluff, established relationship, neck kisses, lots of physical affection
— wriothesley + always walks closest to the street
in the early stages of your relationship, wriothesley has shown the first, out of the many following, indications of his overall protective nature towards you— and do not misunderstand him, because obviously he wasn't making it somewhat overbearing.
he knows you are capable of doing things on your own, but he wants to be the one who does them for you instead. it fills him with joy, and the duke finds himself squeezing his eyes shut, indulging in the memories and thoughts and hope that they would never cease to invade his newfound paradise.
so to speak, it's sort of a way to show you his love in a contrasting kind of sense other than telling you his affection through words or physical touch— with his heart-melting gestures and tender warmth, wriothesley will stop to walk for a split second before softly pulling you farthest from the street as he walks closest.
it was silly— and romantic, and there's a drop of silence before you hear him hum in merriment, his eyes sparkling like the stars.
full of feeling, your cheeks were poignant of a flaming prickle, your whole body burned like fire at his touch as you eagerly listen to what story your boyfriend was telling you about, his smile bringing you the most lustrous light when you entangle your fingers into his arm to press his frame against you.
and suddenly, your lips are tingling with the desire to kiss him, his lips as pink as pink delights. what's the sweetest part about it all was that wriothesley wasn't doing any of this intentionally— in fact, it had always come down to the way he has been all of his life, protective and sheltering, benevolent to the people closest to his heart.
— zhongli + kisses your forehead whenever you meet
"hello, my love," zhongli's face lights up the moment he sees you, and it's a lot more personal by how particularly he smiled at you— because before catching your frame in midst the busy streets of liyue, his facial features were stern and a little frozen, although when he finally finds you, he smiles and it takes away his cold instantly, a slow upturn of his mouth revealing small dimples around his sides.
"i missed you," he admits, and zhongli moves closer before capturing your cheeks in his warm palms, planting a subtle kiss on your forehead as he presses you against his chest firmly— his golden eyes bright enough to make even broken glass glow and shimmer like a treasure on its own again.
you mumble out through a chain of muffled words at the slightly tight embrace of your boyfriend, "i missed you too," and listlessly wrap your arms around his waist, "in fact, i missed you more," you tease as he presses dozen of little kisses on your head.
as much as zhongli would love to hug you for what he sought out to be eternity, he knows he cannot remain like this forever, at least not while being crowded by the people of liyue— although pondering about it more deeply, he figured that theoretically speaking, he could be able to hug you from day to night without letting you go, but people might start looking at you both so that'll be a negative and turn things uncomfortable.
"you know it's impossible for you to miss me more?" he slowly pulls you off his chest before pinching your cheek, "i long for you day and night," as his grin shines in tandem with the dancing joy of his eyes, unable to tear their focus away from you.
— neuvillette + can't stop worshipping you
after a long, arduous day consisting of responsibilities, you plopped onto the giant, comfortable bed you shared with neuvillette before you felt the mattress slightly dip under the added weight of his body as he climbs over to lean one arm around your frame.
as he does this, his face instantly burns into the nook of your neck before he begins to caress it— obviously in those moments he was content with you, starting with a handful of soft, warm kisses until he could feel you smile, or notice your body heat raise.
it's pretty clear his senses were sharp, you cannot hide anything from your boyfriend, even if you tried.
you yawn out, opening your arms for his body to properly nestle in before wrapping your limbs around his frame to keep him close, "what did i do to deserve this?" you whisper sarcastically, squeezing him a little tighter into you, "is something the matter?"
neuvillette hums deeply before smothering one hand from your chest to your hips, his lips stretching into a lazy smile, creating a swirling haven on his handsome face, "nothing at all, everything is fine," he assures you with another kiss, his hot breath fanning over the dampened skin on your neck.
basking into the comfortable engage of your arms around his frame, he continues, "i have simply missed what's mine, that is all,"
"and you deserve this," you hear him mumble, "each and every day to be admired and loved,"
he places a kiss on your shoulder, the softness of his lips compelling, "i want to give you this," as he slowly continues to slide his lips over your collarbone, full of passionate crescendos.
your skin trembles and goosebumps arise on your neck as you unwind to his skilled. tender interludes, precisely in neuvillette taking care of you, shooting you a gentle smile before he searches for your lips next.
— diluc + likes to hold your hand all the time
it doesn't matter where the both of you were or what activity you participated in, because for neither diluc nor you this was something out of the ordinary anymore and began to become a necessity— like breathing, he required your touch, and his heart fluttered every time he felt your energy invade his.
your laugh was his favorite sound and your voice was the last tune he needed to hear before he'd close his eyes, always awaiting the flicker of longing in your caress.
but before you have found each other in this relationship, the master of the dawn winery has never considered himself to be an overly touchy individual, in fact, he was everything else but pleased whenever someone would become way too comfortable with him and overstep any boundaries.
what's funny about love is that how fast it can change things in someone— beyond looks, touches or shared smiles, there were feelings that only you two were able to understand.
diluc hadn't realized how easy and effortless it can be the moment you meet your soulmate, it's transparent and pure and you cannot get enough of them, it's useless to even try and you want to feel them again and again, until their warmth swathes through your skin and intertwines like dancers in a ballet.
in the beginning, it had started with quick and easy placements of his palm on your back or around your shoulders, but after a while, diluc wanted to turn it a little more intimate— he didn't say anything or mention it to you, but one day at a silent night in mondstadt, when he looked at you, really looked at you, he held your hand, his thumb tracing your knuckles in a silent confession of love and affirmation.
to diluc ragnvindr, the act of falling in love was the acknowledgement that he was in the presence of someone so special that it aches his heart, a journey with unexpected twists and turns— for the first time and in that moment, he knew that you were deserving of love to the fullest, without holding back.
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"It would have been you."
It's raining.
Of course, it's raining.
A soft, constant drizzle leaving his hair a damp, curly mess that falls into his face and clings to his skin. Even though the cold is slowly seeping into his clothes, Crowley stops and turns around. Condensation is collecting on the inside of his shades where his breath drifts up, warm and too fast, and even if it hadn't been late at night, if the street hadn't been empty, he would have still taken them off.
Aziraphale is licking rain drops from his lips and blinking with dark, heavy lashes.
"What?"
His voice is rough, almost drowned out by the noise of rain hitting the pavement, collecting in small puddles around his feet.
"If it had been a choice, a real one, it would have been you."
The world did not end, questions were answered, apologies spoken, but their last conversation before everything went to shit is still a sharp splinter lodged in his chest, cutting him open more and more with every heartbeat. All of the fears he had left unsaid, the viscous doubt pooling in his lungs and weighing down his breaths—the truth might tip the scales and finally destroy him, and yet he cannot bring himself to stop Aziraphale from talking.
"It has always been you, Crowley. You must know that."
"I don't."
Bitterness laces his voice despite his best intentions, a drop of oil tainting an entire river, six thousand years of history, and it hurts because it's the truth, because they both wish it wasn't.
He doesn't know, couldn't know, because Aziraphale always needed him to stop them, to step back when they got too close. Every single time he had tried to push, gone too bloody fast, the angel had recoiled, scared for him, scared for the both of them. Crowley knows, and at the same time, he doesn't, because he still has hope and there is nothing more dangerous than allowing it to bloom; it's small, withered, brittle, on the verge of death and has been for centuries.
(It's still there, though. It keeps fighting, keeps trying. Keeps hoping.)
They're drenched to the bone, wet and pathetic, and there is nothing romantic about any of it when Aziraphale retraces his steps and closes the distance between them; there is, however, love.
There has always been love, whether they could admit it or not.
"I'm sorry. For- for everything, for making you think that I don't care about you."
"Angel, don't lie-"
"I'm not lying."
Crowley stares, frozen to the spot when Aziraphale presses cold, wet palms to his cheeks, his breath a ghost of warmth on his skin. This is too much, too close to 'our side', and if he didn't know better (does he know better? does he really?) he would think that he is about to—
"I'm not lying," he whispers, broken, truthful, "I love you. I won't leave you."
The rain stings in his eyes, masking the tears—hot and wistful—meeting Aziraphale's skin where it is touching his.
"Don't make promises you can't keep, angel."
His voice cracks and so does his heart, and he can feel the walls they have built together crumbling to dust under their feet. It's not real, it can't be real, and yet the truth is shimmering in storm-blue eyes he has been carrying with him since the moment he first put stars into the sky.
"It's you, always has been, always will be. If you let me."
Crowley kisses him as he falls apart, barely healed fractures reopening as his essence spills over and out, drowning him in please, please be real, please let us have this, please, God.
Just this once.
Aziraphale holds his face so incredibly gently, as if it's something worth keeping, something to protect, something he is afraid to lose. When the ground doesn't open up and swallow them whole, when the sky doesn't reach for them with greedy hands, he allows himself to seize Aziraphale's face in turn, cupping his jaw and kissing the rain drops off his lips, his cheeks, the tip of his nose, tasting his tears when they begin to fall.
"It's always been you. God, of course I will let you."
Sapphire blue eyes blink up at him, a smile pressed against his lips, a smile he can feel, a smile that is for him, them.
"Perhaps you could let me somewhere less, ah, sopping wet?"
"I was right, though. It's the rain that did it."
Aziraphale laughs, bright and happy, and infectious enough to make Crowley laugh too, and grabs his hand to pull him back towards the bookshop - back home.
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— 𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.
even the sweetest of scents eventually turn bitter.
✦ featuring: zhongli.
✦ warnings: angst.
"why do you seem to adore this particular flower?" he remembers asking you, one still night, when even the moon has decided to go to sleep. for as long as he's known you, your entire life seemed to revolve around jasmines.
he remembers you laughing as you hang a bunch of them from his horns mischievously. "i love its versatility, my dear morax. it can be a garland, an accessory, a perfume, it can be infused into tea; it's wonderful, really. and it smells and looks divine." you playfully add later, "in addition, you look absolutely fetching with them on, don't you think?"
it dawns on him that he's never seen you without a cluster of them nestled in your hair, he's never seen you drink anything but various varieties of jasmine tea; at this point, he cannot think of one without thinking of the other. he doesn't even remember what your name means. to his mind, all it invokes is vivid pictures of your smile and the fragrance that always surrounds you.
and when you stand in front of him, a determined aura about you, that memory swims to the surface and he knows. he knows exactly what you'll say.
morax dreads those words he knows will come out of your mouth, and for the first time in a long while, he's afraid. he's afraid of breaking your heart, when all he wants to do is cradle it in his palms— but he knows he must.
"i cannot return your feelings," he says, steeling his gaze, lifting his chin and hardening the curve of his mouth.
he watches the hope in your eyes break, shatter like glass. he watches passively as somewhere, deep within, your heart cracks, and he swears he could hear the sound reverberate throughout the stone hall the two of you stand in. he watches as your hands start to tremble, your voice shake the tiniest amount.
he almost reaches out with his pattern covered arms, desiring naught but to hold them still and whisper honey-glazed words in your ears, rock you in his embrace and offer you uncertain promises of a happy future, but he forces them down. there is no place for love in a war, he thinks. and my presence cannot make them smile more than my absence would make them cry.
"why?" he hears you ask, voice barely more than a breath. "i-" you seem to be frozen in place, only capable of moving your lips the tiniest amount. "i thought we had something."
he swallows, saliva scalding his throat. "i'm in love with another," he blurts, knowing this would stop you from chasing after him. every syllable stabs at him as it leaves his mouth. "i always have been."
"oh," that soft, silent, broken breath of yours cuts through his armor and pierces through his core. "i understand," you lower your eyes, displaying the same grace you've always shown, and he hates that he cannot be true to both himself and you. "i hope you will be happy. i wish you the best, morax." he nearly winces. morax. not 'dear morax', and not 'my dear morax.' just morax.
as you turn to leave, he gets a whiff of the flowers in your hair, and he retches at how absolutely acrid they smell. he takes a step backward, once again fighting the urge to reach his arms out. he plants his feet firmly on the ground and watches as your figure gets smaller and smaller before you start running.
if doing it this way is how he must keep you safe, then he'd step on his own body, heart and soul, without hesitation.
of what use is a god who cannot control his own destiny? who cannot promise happiness to those he cares for?
he will wait, he swears. he will wait for as long as it takes. after the war, he promises himself. when time is favorable, he promises. as long as it takes for him to see you again, meet you on the other side, where the future is bright. but he knows it, in all the possibilities of the world, is pointless. after all, you were just a mortal, with a life akin to the blink of an immortal's eye, were you not?
it is the unmistakable scent of jasmine that wafts through his nose, many, many, many years later. he is simply zhongli now, the funeral parlor consultant who frequents teahouses, nothing more, nothing less, but the bitterness still bites at his nose each and every single time, all the same.
he smiles into his cup, a little sad, a little nostalgic and he absentmindedly wonders why he chose to order jasmine tea today, of all days. a cheerful lilt reaches his ears, and he laughs to himself.
why do you think of them now, after all these years?
the voice grows louder and he jolts uptight, not trusting his hearing. he stands up hesitantly, searching, scared all over again. and it is then he hears a laugh he never thought he'd hear again. he finds the same set of features, giggling at something the other person in front of you said.
impossible. people rarely reincarnate with the same face. but hope strikes to a flame nevertheless, and he sits back down again, looking for signs that it might be you.
sharp amber eyes find a small jasmine flower nestled behind your ear, and he can't help but smile.
perhaps, this time, he could try again?
#—🖋#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#genshin impact x you#genshin x you#zhongli x reader#zhongli x you#genshin impact angst#genshin angst#zhongli angst
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its nearly 3 am and i should sleep but vampire neuvillette…. ourgh…….
vampire neuvillette who is not affected by the sunlight, yet still chooses to avoid contact with it, instead gazing at the light with a faraway look from his office window.
vampire neuvillette who basks in the moonlight when in his lonesome, a sombre yet hauntingly beautiful image painted for no one to bear witness to.
vampire neuvillette who is surrounded by many, humans and melusines and other beings alike, yet appears the loneliest in spite of that, his figure stark against the bustling crowds and empty rooms.
vampire neuvillette who somehow finds himself identifying you immediately when within the same vicinity, having blocked out every face, every disturbing scent which invaded his senses, just to see you and quietly watch from afar. (because that is what he does best. he maintains his distance and keeps to himself, avoiding any further implication than what is necessary.)
vampire neuvillette who, in spite of his long-held values, finds himself drifting towards you like a moth would to a flame. it’s inexplicable how drawn he is to you — how magnetising your mere presence is to him — and yet he cannot find it within himself to hate this feeling. rather, he finds himself chasing after it, hands grasping at what little you seem to give in a desperate attempt to close the gap he worked hard to create.
vampire neuvillette who finds he doesn’t need to bask in the overbearing sun, for your smile and eyes which glimmer like starlight are all he needs in this gloomy world he’s supposed to reside in. you are kind, a feat he sees in the way you treat the melusines, how you talk with the locals and can deal with their… less than favourable actions at times, in the way you help tourists in a patient manner, and by the way you laugh in a way which implies you enjoy his presence. (the notion has him more giddy than he would like to admit.)
vampire neuvillette who jolts the first time your skins touch, hands brushing as you hand him a pile of finished paperwork, as he stares at you aghast while cradling his burning hand close to his chest. it was an odd phenomena, one he had never experienced before (he seemed to be having a lot of those in recent times), yet the vivid tingles are etched into his skin and seep into his veins in a way that has him wanting to reach out and experience such sensations with you once more.
vampire neuvillette who discovers what it means to lose control for the first time in his extensive life when you’re suddenly beneath him, neck bare amidst a messily open collared shirt and a tantalising scent permeating from your skin. it wasn’t supposed to go like this, he thinks to himself through bleary eyes and a hazy mind. had he known his stock had run out, he wouldn’t have accepted your offer for dinner, battling through his long-forgotten starvation until you found him in such an embarrassing predicament. but your words of consent repeat in his conscience like a broken record, your voice clear against his jumbled thoughts as he zeroes in on your blood. it is a scent he has grown indifferent to over the years; well, until you stumbled into his life with a warm demeanor and sweet smile, effectively thawing his once frozen heart, that is.
#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#neuvillette x reader#genshin impact x you#genshin x you#neuvillette x you#sophie talks concepts <3#throws up what is this man doing to me i dont hate it i love it but i have too many wips but not enough time ohno why me why him whyy yyy y#anyway gn i hope u all will be as insane abt this as i am 🫶🫶
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"so love me. show me that you mean it."
"pardon?" lyney said, wide eyes speaking volumes of his bewilderment. you stood in front of him, remaining unfazed as the two of you spoke in the empty backstage of the opera epiclese, where no one would disturb the conversation you two held.
"you said you love me, didn't you?" purple clashes with yours, "yet you kept so many things from me... to think you'd be part of the fatui out of every organization...!" your voice trembled, so did your hands as your nails dug against your palms. lyney wanted to speak, his lips moved yet no voice could be heard.
"you promised to fix things between us... you promised to heal me, to gain back my trust! but after the events lately, i don't think it's possible to trust you again so easily." lyney's voice came, "i- i know... and i know that an apology wouldn't fix things so easily..."
tears adorned your eyes, threatening to fall yet you don't let yourself shed a tear. "so show me that you mean it. no more lies, no more deception... i don't want the lyney who had kept so much from me. i don't want the lyney who wasn't the actual lyney i knew to the point i questioned every aspect of our relationship if it was genuine or not."
"and i don't want us back if you don't trust me enough to tell me everything about you like i trusted you wholeheartedly with my life on the line..."
lyney stood frozen in front of you, a myriad of emotions ran wild to the point he wasn't able to identify the suffocating feeling he was experiencing. you were his rose, his beloved rose. but all roses have thorns, and your thorns have crushed his heart in your hold.
but you were right, to an extent that all lyney wished was to go back and make everything right, to show that he actually loves you. but time was irreversible, and he shouldn't be wishing to fix the broken past, as fixing the shattered pieces of diamond was nearly impossible.
he should be fixing the present, his and your relationship.
lyney remembered it like yesterday, the order he received from his "father" to watch you, observe you, and to deceive you.
he remembered nothing but the mission in mind, to him, you were nothing but a task, a job lyney had to finish.
the interactions, conversations, and moments you two shared slowly increased to something becoming more frequent. yet to lyney, all he had in mind was his "father's" mission.
and like the quick flow of time, like clockwork, your relationship became more than just prey and predator. to lyney, you began to be more than just a task, a mission.
a friend, a loved one.
and suddenly, like the quick turn of pages in a book, you two became so much more than a close friend. lips on lips, skin on skin. loving affirmations were exchanged and the cob had found its pen, two lovers resembling those of swans, genuine and beautiful.
but everything went too quick, the prophecy, the primordial sea, the serial disappearances of young women, and the trial. and lyney faces the broken string of his and your relationship, the very thing he feared and wished for it to become nothing but a fleeting thought, a fleeting nightmare.
"i promise i will, no matter what. to me, you are my rose, my beloved. i didn't want things to end up like this but as they say, the harsh truth will all come to light. i'm... i'm so sorry and i know i deserve this but i will do everything to fix us... i cannot bear the thought of us no longer being together but i promise... i promise that i will do it, to fix this mess. so, please... trust me like you've always had and i'll tell you everything, trust me and i'll show that i truly, truly love you."
lyney didn't even noticed the tears that cascaded down his cheeks, smudging the tear drop on his cheek as his shoulders trembled. archons, he just wished everything was normal, all lyney wished was to have everything back to how it was before. he would do anything, anything to have you back in his arms.
moments felt like hours, years even. but lyney gasped upon feeling your arms wrap around him, feeling your tears on his chest as you too, weep.
with hesitance, lyney pulled you into a tight embrace, having no intention of letting go soon as you two quietly cried in each other's arms.
tonight, after a stunning magic show was spent in the empty backstage where the dam had broken along with two lotuses emerging after, a symbol of two lovers getting back up, far stronger and beautiful than ever.
you can't separate two swans who had become each other's mates after all.
— © wr.shannie
created on 9.03.23
finished on 9.03.23
( lowercase intended + not proofread )
do NOT copy or plagiarize my work!!
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“Then do it,” Steve found himself saying before he could think.
Or, Steve and Eddie enter into a friends with benefits relationship, and Steve finds himself wanting more.
Words : 6,445 Chapters : 5/5 Rating : Teen and Up Audiences
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How to Be a Heartbreaker
literaldisneyprincess
Steve has a plethora of methods under his belt for getting his conquests to leave soon after they’re both satisfied. He’s used them all, with varying rates of success.
He doesn’t have much experience in getting someone to stay.
Words : 8,715 Chapters : 4/4 Rating : Mature
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Are You Flagging?
soidade
“Look, I’m just asking, okay? Not– I don't mean anything by it. But, uh.” His eyes darted back and forth, then he leaned in close to Steve. Steve had gotten used to that, kind of. The guy had no concept of personal space. “Are you flagging?” Eddie finally finished.
Steve shook his head slowly, eyes narrowed. He had no idea what that meant. He had no answer. “What?”
Eddie leaned away from Steve, facing forward again and nodding. “Okay, got it. That answers my question. Carry on.”
Words : 40,991 Chapters : 17/17 Rating : Explicit
AO3 : x
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Off My Chest
Rant about Hybe under the cut. I give you my word I will try to post a majority of positive content, because the world (and my mental health) doesn't need more negativity, but sometimes you just gotta vent.
Folks, if you've known me for a hot second, you've realized I am a Jimin-biased Jikooker... but I am OT7, and I sincerely love and support BTS.
I believe Jimin is a grown man who can advocate for himself and I believe Jungkook absolutely supports and adores him, whatever their relationship status is.
I always try to accentuate the positive and avoid online drama and negativity as much as possible, but I need to get this off my chest.
I will never be gas-lit into believing that the way Jimin was treated in solo era was fair, or equitable, or even made any kind of business-sense. I've genuinely tried to entertain other people's points of view and listen to people who claim to have industry expertise, but...
I will never forget his mail being tampered with four times, his leaked insurance information, denial of more music videos, overlapped solo release, only 9 days of promotion, split title tracks, no radio or play-listing, no bio for his Spotify for months, no restock of his single CD for months, hundreds of thousands of frozen and deleted sales, millions of culled streams, shady articles in WeVerse and Billboard, insulting dialogue in In the Seom, failure to submit to RIAA certification for months, only a paywall documentary on WeVerse, zero official acknowledgement of his Hot 100 #1, 1 billion streams on Spotify, or wins for The Fact, MAMA, and two Webbys, plus broken in-ears, anemic little balloons and a sad background tarp as decorations for his fan events… and the company telling him how doing more would just be impossible.
I compare all that to the push that other members and other groups got, and I know it just isn't true. It wasn't impossible.
Hell, Jeon Jungkook put in more effort to promote Jimin’s work and showed more respect for Jimin as an artist during his at-home lives than that whole company did, which honestly makes no sense from a profit standpoint.
I will never forget it, and I will not entertain arguments that say I’m a solo or an anti or jealous about it. I have eyes.
I am not out to shade any other members nor put forth any conspiracy theories. I simply want all our boys to get everything they justly deserve.
And yes, other members have suffered mishaps and neglect, but nothing of this scale, this consistently. It baffles me, I cannot understand it, and I'm done trying. Something strange was going on behind the scenes and we may never be privy to the details.
In trying to put this awful feeling behind me, I will say I am elated that Jikook are serving together and can support each other. I am glad there will be a Jikook travel show. I'm continually impressed with all of Jimin's success (in the military and professionally) despite all odds. I will always love and support all of BTS with my full heart.
And I sincerely hope the company has been taking notes and course-corrects for PJM2, even if it rubs some higher ups the wrong way if they had a different vision. Considering Jimin’s unique talents and his amazing star power—even his ability to bring Paris and New York to a screaming standstill just for the opportunity to see him exit a car—I would hope the company will “do their best to promote all labels and artists without discrimination” going forward.
But what happened truly sucked, and I needed to get that off my chest. I am not interested in further discussion or debate. I am now going to do my best to shift my focus and energy on to the things I want to manifest, instead of the things that enrage me.
So let me end on a positive and hopeful note: I put all my trust in Jimin, who signed a new contract with Hybe and who unfailingly adores all his members. There can be no love without trust. I will always do my best to trust BTS.
But I'm watching carefully. For Jimin and all our boys.
Love, Roo
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hiii, I really love your writing and got super excited when I saw that you take requests.
could you possibly do headcanons or like, short scenarios for how the companions would react to: a Tav who's normally relentlessly positive just fucking snapping. like they get back to camp one night and Tav's whole facade just shatters?
thank you if you do!! ♡♡
ty ty ty you're too nice i'm here blushing <3
okay so i ended up writing the six origin companions, but if there was someone else you were specifically looking for like halsin or jahiera please let me know!!
i also wrote this from a romance pov for each companion taking place very very vaguely in the third act.
ngl i struggled trying to find a way to write this that i was satisfied with. i don't know that i have like an in depth conceptualization of every single companion given that there are so many changes to them throughout the story, some of which you can't possibly see in a single playthrough
but i think i found a happy medium between love and hate lol
i really hope you like it!!!!
Shadowheart, Astarion, Lae'zel, Wyll, Gale, & Karlach - When Tav Snaps
How the companions react to chronically positive Tav snapping
(Tav is GN in this)
Shadowheart:
Secretly, Shadowheart is just the tiniest bit pleased to see their leader, normally sunshine and rainbows and just too damn chipper, sulk back into camp. But that feeling is quickly replaced by overwhelming guilt and worry as she realizes that something is very wrong with Tav. She tries to reach out, offering a hand to gently ask what's wrong. When Tav snaps, yelling and crying and breathing so hard that they look like they might puke, Shadowheart is frozen. She watches in terror, almost outside of her own body, as the one she loves most loses their composure until just raw embers remain. Shadowheart so desperately wants to do something, to say anything, but the reflexes learned from years under Shar’s stoic thumb kick in and she cannot move. Tav is the strong one, the person she turns to when the weight of the world is too much to bear, not the other way around! She’s supposed to be the emotionally stunted one, the broken one, godsdamnit! The only thing she can think to do in the moment is to borrow from Tav, to replicate what they have done for her so many times on this fucked up adventure they’re on. So, she sits Tav down and listens. Lets them cry and cry and cry until their eyes are so swollen they can’t open them very far. Shadowheart puts a hand on their knee to ground them and offers quiet, soft words of comfort. She doesn’t want to solve all the problems that led to this – she'd be stupid to think she could. No, she wants Tav to know that it’s okay to feel these heavy things. They don’t have to keep everything bottled up until they crack. If anything, Shadowheart wants them to know that they can be anything and everything with her, and she will still be there to listen and to love.
Astarion:
Astarion pretends that Tav is the most annoyingly optimistic, too happy, do-gooder to ever grace his presence, but deep down their relentless positivity enamors him in an odd way. He’d never say that aloud though. He has gotten used to Tav practically skipping back into camp, head high and smile bright. So, when they take one, heavy footstep close enough to camp for Astarion to hear, his hackles immediately rise. His eye trail Tav as they trudge back into camp, ignoring the calls of the other companions as they seem to blankly seek out their own tent. Astarion tries to offer a lusty quip, something to lighten the mood, and he hates the way his voice wavers with concern. When Tav doesn’t respond, he’s quick to take their shoulders, turning them away from camp, towards someplace more private. Tav doesn’t fight back or say a word which is like a knife to Astarion’s dead heart – he's never seen them without a grin, let alone so despondent. In private, he pushes for an answer as to what’s going on, pressing the matter to its breaking point because he doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t know how to make them happy. And what use is he if he can’t even bring a smile to the face of the one person he cares about? Tav’s resolve breaks. They’re seething, angry at the world, sobbing and sneering and crumbling. Astarion stares, wide eyed. Part of him wants to slip back into old habits, acting as though he finds amusement in Tav’s breakdown. The happy-go-lucky leader finally snapping? How delightfully ironic! But that’s not him anymore. At least, he’s trying to not be that anymore. So, he pulls Tav towards him. His body instinctively tenses before reminding himself that this is Tav and the decision to hold them is his alone. Tav sobs harder into his chest. For a moment, Astarion thinks he’s done something wrong. But the longer he holds them there the lower their sobs get, until they’re left heaving in breath after breath, slowly calming down. Astarion hasn’t said a word since they left camp. He doesn’t need to. The unspoken language of touch tells Tav everything they needed to know: he’s here for them, he cares for them, they’re safe with him. And when Tav is calm and they walk back to camp, he’s not to be blamed for the sardonic joke he lets slip.
Lae’zel:
Lae’zel immediately notices that Tav’s demeanor has changed when they walk back into camp with clenched fists and nostrils flared. She can sense the difference a mile away, but to her that’s all it is. A change. She’s not incredibly well versed in the range of emotions that non-githyanki display, but she at least understands that this is not Tav’s normal. She watches from the corner of her eye as they make a beeline to their tent. It’s strange to say the least. Something tells Lae’zel that she should check on them, some small part of herself that never used to neg her before she met Tav. So, she tentatively steps towards their tent, hands awkwardly at her sides. She calls for them, and they pop their head out with puffy, red eyes. Lae’zel speaks and she’s confident she said the right words. Until Tav is back inside their tent muffling a scream into a pillow, making horrendously loud noises as they try to catch their breath. Lae’zel stands motionless, still outside the tent. She grits her teeth as she battles with her own mind. This kind of behavior is weak, their leader should not be displaying such things outwardly. But, this is Tav who has taught her so much in such a short time – like that it’s okay to show weakness, vulnerability, even if she struggles with it still. The part of her that cares for Tav more than it fears weakness wins over, and she steps through the threshold of Tav’s tent. They’re disheveled: hair a mess, nose snotty, eyes bloodshot. Lae’zel sits next to them as they stare at her. A moment passes before they return to sobbing into a pile of pillows. Lae’zel is truly out of her element, and out of sheer unease she starts to talk. She’s not really even saying anything of much importance, just tiny pieces of her life before the tadpole. The first time she wielded a sword, how she wanted to ride a red dragon as a child, the first time she saw a human in person. She just talks and talks and talks, never even looking at Tav until their breath evens out and their body slumps. They fell asleep. Lae’zel leaves quietly, but not before she pulls a blanket over Tav’s shoulders.
Wyll:
Wyll knew it was coming. Although Tav is an absolute delight, he's seen before how holding back all negativity can really break a person. It’s no surprise when one day he finds Tav in a destroyed building not far from camp, knees tucked against them, heaving as though they’d been kicked in the chest. The only thing keeping their wails quiet was the hand shoved in their mouth, biting down with a force that surely had drawn blood. Wyll kneels before them, pulling their face up with both of his hands, and commands them to look at him using the same voice his father would use on him as a child. Strong and assured. He takes a big breath in, urging Tav with his eyes to do the same. Tav mimics his actions again and again, little sobs and hiccups escaping every so often. They sit like that for a while until Wyll is sure that Tav is more controlled. He takes the space next to them, allowing them a moment to collect their thoughts. Wyll listens attentively and even relents when Tav asks to be alone, seeing the ghost of a smile on their face. When Tav gets back to camp, Wyll is waiting for them with a plate of warm food ready. The other companions are all in their tent – Wyll didn’t ask so much as forcefully suggested that they make themselves scarce – so the two have the fire all to themselves. The silence between them is easy. Wyll sits Tav between his legs and leans them back to his chest. His fingers run through their hair, undoing the knots that formed as they broke down against the harsh stone wall. When Tav falls asleep like that, he doesn’t move them. Instead, Wyll settles in and tries to make himself at least somehwat comfortable while his love gets their first good night's rest in a long time.
Gale:
Gale blabbers on and on about something so inane and stupid that most of the camp has retreated to their tents by now. Except for Tav who was returning from the Wyrm’s Rock. Letting go of poor Wyll, the only campmate too polite to leave Gale outright, he turns to Tav, walking in step beside them. He misses the way their eyes don’t lift from the ground, too busy waving his hands around to accentuate his point. They ask for a bit of space, but Gale is too enthralled in his speech to notice the way Tav’s eyes water when he doesn’t step away. And then they snap, tears spilling, hissing harshly for Gale to just shut up. He’s shocked, mouth hanging wide open in surprise. He doesn’t even chase after them when they walk past him, not stopping until they’re out of camp, over the road, and into the tree line. Gale’s not stupid though, he knows that Tav would never be so impolite normally. So, despite his pride being slightly wounded, he follows where they cut through the forest, hoping they didn’t go too far. When he finds them, they’re stomping around a clearing pulling at their hair, face contorted as they cry. Did he do this? Gale clears his throat to make himself known. Tav peers at him for a moment before turning around, holding their arms against their chest like they could fall apart in the breeze. Gale takes a hesitant step towards them, gauging his next best move. When they don’t protest, he closes the distance between them and puts a hand on their shoulder. They turn and immediately pull themself into his arms. Gale is quick to hold them there, resting his chin on their head, stroking their hair with his palm. He doesn’t know how to solve this, how to make them feel better, though something in him says to keep still. Keep holding Tav to his chest until they no longer shake. He idly wonders if a calming spell would work better than the little comfort his arms can provide. But Tav’s breath is slowing, their cries going silent. His voice is warm in their ear as he recites some poem that comes to memory of a man who thought he could hold the world on his shoulders. Tav only half listens but lets Gale cradle them against him until they look up and softly ask to go back to camp.
Karlach:
Karlach thinks she is the luckiest woman alive. Fresh out of the Hells for the first time in ten years and she meets someone who is sunshine incarnate, someone who has a good heart, someone who wants her as much as she wants them. Then, she gets to actually touch the person she loves? She’s sure she’s never been happier. Every time Tav strolls into camp with a spring in their step, Karlach’s heart could burst with love – and not hellfire. She knows Tav is due back and her heart flutters impatiently as she waits. But it quickly starts to sink, more like drops ten stories to the groun, as she sees Tav with their eyes glued to the ground, walking into camp as though they’ve been carrying the owl bear cub on their shoulders for the past hour. They try to walk past Karlach in a rush, but she sticks out an arm to clothesline them. Karlach is so much stronger than Tav, so it’s easy for her to pull them to stand in front of her even as they put up a small fight. She wants to know what’s wrong, something is very clearly wrong, but Tav doesn’t budge. They fight back tears and stare at the ground. This was going to take drastic measures. With no warning, Karlach grabs Tav’s hand, yanking them out of camp and into one of the alleyways that connect it to the lower city. She stops as she eyes her goal. The alley is littered with wooden crates and barrels, old vases and general garbage. Tav’s confusion temporarily surmounts their urge to cry though it’s short lived. They look up to Kalach searching for an answer. Karlach just smiles and removes the mace she keeps strapped to her back in case of emergencies. She hands it to Tav with a nod towards the debris. Tav understands, or at least they think they do – they've surely seen Karlach commit enough property damage in the heat of a breakdown to get the idea. A deafening crack bounces down the alley as Tav connects the mace to a standing wooden barrel. It explodes into shards of splinters, and with it so does Tav’s resolve. They scream as they swing the mace into their next victim, a crate filled with used glass bottles. It lets out a satisfying crunch. Karlach isn’t sure how long she stands there, letting Tav silence their sobs with the sound of destruction. They’re out of breath, their swings weaker as they try to continue. But Karlach catches the mace on its down swing, pulling it and Tav close. Tav tries in vain to catch their breath as Karlach squeezes it out of them in a hug so tight it could bruise. With a shaky voice, Tav thanks her, leaning their forehead against herchest and closing their eyes. Karlach doesn’t let go for a long, long time.
#bg3#bg3 astarion#bg3 shadowheart#bg3 lae'zel#bg3 wyll#bg3 gale#bg3 karlach#shadowheart#astarion#lae'zel#wyll#gale#karlach#shadowheart x tav#astarion x tav#lae'zel x tav#wyll x tav#gale x tav#karlach x tav#my writing#requests/suggestions
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ok! i think tumblr ate my fucking apple cider recipe post. still, my autumn equinox tradition must carry on!
Apollo's Foolproof From-Scratch Apple Cider That Was So Good It Allegedly Landed Me A Boyfriend
you will need:
12 apples (the variety is up to you, i usually do half granny smith and half whatever's on sale plus a red delicious for garnishing)
10oz raisins
cinnamon sticks, whole cloves, star anise, nutmeg, allspice, cardamom pods, any other warming spices u like (whole > ground) (follow ur heart on the amounts, it's like garlic just throw so much in there. just go wild)
1 orange
brown sugar (i don't have measurements but be prepared to use a LOT lmao, i always buy at least one 32oz bag. you'll be sweetening to taste.)
large pot with lid
potato masher (optional)
two large bowls/pots/receptacles to strain the cider into
fine mesh strainer
cheesecloth or coffee filters (optional)
apple corer or knife
citrus zester
slotted spoon or ladle
the steps:
1. scrub apples gently under hot water to remove grocery store wax coating. core apples making sure all seeds & stems are removed. add apples, raisins, and mulling spices to pot with enough water to fully cover ingredients, and bring to boil. reduce heat, cover, and simmer for 1 hour.
2. scrub orange to remove wax. zest and juice, avoiding the pith & seeds. use a potato masher or other utensil to lightly mash boiled apple mixture so every apple slice is at least partially broken up, then add the zest & juice to the pot. bring back to boil, reduce heat, cover, and simmer for another hour. then turn off the heat and allow mixture to cool.
3. place two mesh strainers over two bowls or pots (and cover each with a cheesecloth or coffee filters, if you have them). with a slotted spoon or ladle, remove as much of the solids from the pot as you can and place them in one strainer (the larger one, if they are different sizes) to drain, then press out as much liquid into the cheesecloth as possible.
4. pour the cider from the simmer pot into the second cheesecloth and press. combine the liquid from both bowls.
5. add brown sugar to taste
cooking tips:
the times listed above are bare minimums. once all the ingredients are in the pot (minus sugar!) you can simmer as long as you want, so long as someone's nearby to supervise.
always add any sweeteners after the cooking process. otherwise, they'll burn and make the whole thing bitter.
if it's too acidic, add baking soda or more spices. if it's not acidic enough, add lemon juice, additional orange juice, or apple cider vinegar.
variations:
add 12oz fresh cranberries to the first step
sub oranges for lemons or apple cider vinegar
sub brown sugar for straight molasses, maple syrup, or alternative sweetener of your choice (I'd imagine fig or other fruit-based sweeteners would work best)
report back to me if you try something new!! i want to hear how it turned out!
serving suggestions:
add three or four cinnamon imperials (red hots) to your mug, along with a dash of fireball whiskey if you're so inclined. i cannot stress enough how fucking amazing this tastes.
garnish with apple slices, orange slices, cinnamon sticks, and/or star anise
if you have dairy-free ice cream on hand, pour some cider over a scoop. you can use dairy ice cream, but it's more likely to curdle.
freeze some in an ice cube tray, then blend with some non-frozen cider for a slushie
ok I've never tried this, but i bet blending with pumpkin puree would slap. PLEASE tell me if you try it
this makes a metric fuckload of cider, which is very rich and can be watered down considerably (seriously). share with your friends and/or freeze some to last the season (or halve it, i guess, but that's no fun :P)
#mabon#autumn equinox#fall equinox#apple cider#recipe#autumn recipes#fall recipes#from scratch#easy recipes#apollo's recipes
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@frozen-hearts-cannot-be-broken sent in this prompt...
“Could you just…talk to me? It doesn’t have to be anything important. I just like listening to your voice. It calms me.”
for Galo Thymos.
“It calms you?”
That's the first time Galo's heard that. If Galo had to drudge up some reviews of his voice, Remi's talks of it being too loud and attention-grabbing would be one, but Galo agreed wholeheartedly with that assessment even whenever Remi seemed upset that he had. Another would be Lucia agreeing, claiming it to be a protagonist voice, something Galo agreed with even harder and practically paraded around for the reminder of the workday, but calming has never been a trait attached to it.
Bewildered but nevertheless proud of the compliment, Galo scratches the back of his neck, thumbs through a list of conversational topics: firefighting, firefighting, Matoi, firefighting, Matoi's origins, firefighting, pizza, firefighting, working out, firefighters in the Edo period, Matoi... Galo audibly clicks his tongue, seemingly having found his target subject!
“I've gotta' idea for tons of new equipment! I also wanna' make you somethin', too, 'cuz trust me, you haven't lived 'till you've hopped onboard! In fact, I've been meaning to make something kinda' like Galo de Lion, but mainly just something that fits two people, you know? I control the hands, you control the legs, like those old flash games! I'm already gonna' add a drink holder, fry holder, two drink holders 'cuz what if you've got two drinks instead of one, jetpacks, and the latest seatheaters! Your butt's gonna thank me too, 'cause although we fight fires 'n all, those suits get super cold in winter.”
#frozen-hearts-cannot-be-broken#asks‚ galo.#THANK YOU FOR SENDING IN SOMETHING FOR MY BOY ;__; I'll reply to our other thread soon too! <3#Thank you so much!
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Leave It All Behind
『♡』 fem!reader x pro-hero bakugo
╰➤ ꒰ pro-heroes au | aged to 24 | nasty break up ꒱
-`✧ katsuki bakugo masterlist
summary: a heated argument, a slammed door, a thrown ring, and two broken hearts. everything changed in the blink of an eye when you decide to blow up your whole life over a change of scenery.
tags & warnings: violence against a partner, angst, no happy ending, bakugo cries a lot
a/n: this physically pained me to write because I don’t wanna make Katsuki cry like that but the angst just came flooding out of my brain 😭
꒰ Ao3 version | word count; 1,175 ꒱
“I quit.”
Katsuki drops the mug in his hand, ceramic pieces and lukewarm tea splattering all over the kitchen floor.
“What?!” His voice is amplified, preparing for the argument he knows is brewing.
“I said ‘I quit.’ I left the agency today.” Your tone is cold as you cross your arms and shift on your hip.
Katsuki blinked repeatedly and scrunched his brows together, wondering if he somehow jumped into a different reality.
“We fuckin’ talked about this! I thought-”
“What? You thought you could order me around like a goddamn dog?!” You snap, waving your hands around in defense.
“No! Where th’ fuck is this coming from?”
Katsuki is legitimately bewildered. You just had the conversation last night and came to the conclusion you were not going to quit being a hero - all of that just flew out the window at mach speed.
“I decided myself I didn’t need the number two hero ordering me around, acting like I’m gonna sneak up and take your fucking job!” The anger inside you is boiling hot, your voice raised to match Katsuki’s volume.
“Th’ fu…I don’t think that! I’ve been by your side since day fuckin’ one! Where the hell is this coming from, y/n?!”
You take a step toward him, purposefully invading his space to get under his skin. He hated when you’d do this during a fight.
“I’m tired of it all, Katsuki! What the hell is the point?! Heroes are used as punching bags! We’re fucking humans and we are treated like pawns in a goddamn game. I’m tired of being a symbol of something I don’t believe in anymore.”
Katsuki takes a step back, bumping into the countertop as his expression shifts from anger to concern.
“Baby, let’s take a step -,” he attempts to say to lower the level of tension in the room.
“Don’t fucking call me baby,” you snarl, pointing a finger in his face.
What the fuck is happening between you two?
“Fine. Y/N, let’s take a second-”
The sound of a slap echos in the kitchen, cutting through the conversation and stopping time itself. You’re breathing heavily, a fire burning in your heart as you glare at your finance. Katsuki’s stunned, his cheek reddening from your strike. He doesn’t turn back to meet your gaze, hopelessly refusing to accept what just happened.
“Shut the fuck up. I’ve made up my damn mind.”
“…did that make you feel better?” He mumbles, voice wavering as he swallows hard.
The final string inside you snaps - a cable becoming frayed, flailing wildly out of control with electric emotion.
You shove him against the counter and spin on your heel, stomping out of the kitchen. A piece of the broken mug in your path catches your bare foot - you don’t even acknowledge the pain of the pottery slicing through your skin.
Katsuki is frozen, he’s astonished and cannot even form words to say to you right now. Who the hell was this? Where did his beloved fiancé go?
“I’m done. I’m fucking done!” You scream, returning to the kitchen from the bedroom. You’re holding your engagement ring in your hand.
Katsuki’s heart turns to concrete and drops into the pit of his stomach.
“W-wait, y/n, please…just wait a s-second,” he begs with trembling hands. “Don’t do this.”
You chuck the ring straight into his chest, bouncing off his shirt and clattering onto the kitchen tile. He audibly gasps, watching as the ring rolls into a puddle of the spilled tea.
Katsuki’s blood runs cold. Is this real? This had to be a nightmare, a really fucking terrible nightmare. There’s no way his sweet hero of a partner was standing in front of him. You had to have been cloned and this is an imposter.
“I. Am. Fucking. Done. Fuck you, Katsuki Bakugo. Have a good fuckin’ life.”
Katsuki scrambles to grasp your hand as you turn your back to him.
“Please, stop this! I can’t lose you, y/n!” He blubbers, unable to stop the hot tears spilling from his eyes. His voice cracks as he’s calling after you. “I’m s-sorry! Whatever it is, I’m fuckin’ sorry. We can talk about it. Whatever is happening, we can fix it. We can forget this whole conversation happened!”
You smack his hand away from yours and the sting is sent straight to his bleeding heart.
“I don’t want to talk about it. I’ve made up my mind.”
You don’t have time to pack anything, nor do you have time to explain yourself. There’s nothing you can do - no turning back now. The plan is in motion and there’s no putting on the brakes.
Reaching into your pocket, you take your phone out and smash it against the floor. Pieces of glass and small electronic parts scatter in all directions. The phone remains powered on as it bounces on the floor, a glimpse of your lock screen visible to Katsuki. It’s a picture from your engagement photo shoot - the phone screen split directly in between the two of you.
“Sell all my shit, I don’t want it. Never, ever, contact me again.”
He’s hysterical at this point, sobbing and a whimpering where he stands.
“Who th’fuck are you?! Where’s this 180 comin’ from?!”
Katsuki’s desperate for any answer, he doesn’t care if it gets you to stay.
“I’m tired of playing hero when my true allegiance lies with the villains.”
That’s the last thing you say before hastily making your way to the door. Hand on the doorknob, you take a final moment to say goodbye to everything you’re leaving behind - the love of your life, your career, friends and family. All of it is burning to the ground.
Katsuki bolts to the door, slamming his hand onto the wood to stop you from leaving. He’s panicking as his whole life is crumbling in front of his eyes.
“Please. Y/N. Y’don’t have to stay with me. But for fucks sake, is this worth throwing everything away? How could you do this!? What do I tell your parents, our friends?!”
You say nothing as you yank the door open, forcing his hand off the frame. You don’t make eye contact as you pull the door closed, jogging down the apartment hallway.
You know for a fact if you stayed for any amount of time longer, you would have crumbled. Taken it all back and refuse to leave, walk the path of a happy and healthy life.
“There you are. I was about to go knock on your door to get you, silly!” Toga says cheerfully, taking your arm in hers. “Ready to go?”
“Yep. Let’s go.”
The walk down the sidewalk is the hardest road you’ve traveled, not looking back at all the damage you’re leaving behind.
The new generation of the league of villains welcomes you with open arms and cannot wait for all of your inside intel on hero society.
It’s about time you make a change in this world - your way.
I have an extended idea to build off of this short where villain reader meets pro hero bakugo again in the future but we’ll see if it ever comes to fruition
#bakugo katsuki#bnha#mha#bakugo x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugou katsuki#my hero academia bakugo#bakugo x y/n#bakugo angst#katsuki bakugo#angst with no happy ending#☆.rei writes
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NRC Trial Admission
WHAT WHAT WHAT?!?!?! ANXJZJSBXHDJDJ did anyone else know about the “Trial Admission” on the Twisted Wonderland website?? 😭😭😭 it’s essentially a random sorting into a dorm (no quiz no nothing, just purely randomized), with voicelines from Crowley and the 7 dorm leaders. (Here is also a video recording if for some reason you cannot access the TWST website yourself!)
First of all- CROWLEY VOICELINES I DIDNT KNOW ABOUT 😭 This Trial Admission was released 2 years ago on the Twst EN website, which likely implies that this Trial Admission has also been available on the JP side for 4 years since the beginning of the game’s release- or perhaps even before that as an interactive feature to stir up hype. The 7 dorm leaders introduce themselves, and their live 2D models and poses are on full display.
But the clip above that I selected SHOCKED ME HELPP 😭😭😭 Okay, let me break down the parts I wanted to talk about one by one.
Crowley says to “hold it [the invitation] up to the light.” Crowley…this is a pit of darkness. Yet he says to hold it UP to the LIGHT. ITS A PIT OF DARKNESS??? Crowley, how do you see the world, exactly if this is what light is to you?? Also, I brightened up the background as much as I could, but does anyone know what this actually is? My first though was that is resembles crumbling rocks, which I associate with the Phantom!Grim in the Prologue. But it also looks like broken glass shards, and we are looking into what’s left of the mirror inside? The green fire looks A LOT like both the Dark Mirror fire and Draconian fire. The fire looks like it’s leaking out from the remnants inside the mirror…is this foreshadowing?? Was whoever inside the mirror let out?
The invitation itself is also in pure black and white, to the point it’s even glowing. I wonder if this was a reference to the countdown art with Crowley, where he is the only character in the countdown series to be shown in glowing monochrome black and white.
BUT THEN!! When the invitation is “held up to the light,” there is ripples like there’s water inside- which honestly resembles blot. The ripples also look a bit like the start to Yuu’s dreams. And then the center of the invitation, which is NRCs logo AND a symbol heavily associated with Crowley in regards to the raven and keys, glows a bright blue. This shade of blue seems a bit random, doesn’t it? But to me, it heavily resembles the blue from Ignihyde and Styx….especially within the Lechesis System.
AHXIZJDHCJDB BUT I WAS SHOOK AT THIS?? THE INVITATION GLITCHES, ENTIRELY IN GREEN…in the recent Book 7 update, Malleus had a sudden “glitch” where the screen had a slight overlay in green, and Ortho describes it like a frozen CPU stuck in processing. This heavily resembles Yuu’s dreams/flashbacks, especially when these flashbacks happen when they’re awake. WHY THE GLITCH?? CROWLEY???
Crowley can also use his own magic to assign you to a dorm,,,I want to talk more about that later but the invitation is my focus right now. Also, many apologies I couldn’t include it in the above video (tumblr dislikes it when I try to upload longer video lmao) but the invitation then shows an image of a keyhole that connects to the gates of Night Raven College. It’s very Alice in Wonderland, with a keyhole literally leading to the entire Wonderland (also very Kingdom Hearts with the keyhole being the “heart” of the world), but…in the invitation, the keyhole is right where the hand in mirror would be in that art. Whoever’s hand is in that mirror is being suggested to be like a keyhole to this world…or even the “heart” of the world in KH terms.
It’s really uncertain of how far in story development Twisted Wonderland actually was when the game released. There’s some rumors that Book 2 for example, was originally a Book 6 and switched around last minute. But the bright blue color, the green *glitching*? In the first three books of the game, which was what TWST first dropped with, there was no glitching effect. The glitching in Yuu’s dreams are a much later thing I think, such as in Book 7, or at the very least, *not* an effect shown in the first three books. Crowley’s role in the story and the hand in the mirror do seem to have their roles cemented from the beginning though, considering how purposefully mysterious they are. So what is the purpose of the green glitch exactly? 👀
The Lechesis System and Malleus’s powers…a keyhole to a world. They are all both heavily associated with the creation of their own worlds. I feel very unsettled by this Trial Admission- I had no idea it existed until now but there’s a lot in it now looking back after four years of this game existing! (*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)
#it is midnight and I’m not mentally ready to process what is happening here BAHXJSJD#twst analysis#twisted wonderland#twst#dire crowley#twst dire crowley#twst malleus#kallistopost#long post
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I saw lately a post about a scene in Dolce where Will tried to stab Hannibal and that triggered some thoughts in my head, so bear with me.
No matter how horribly it sounds, but I guess that Will had a few reasons for it:
1) Hannibal has said many times how unique Will is, but in Shiizakana Will asks him, “How many have there been? Like Randall Tier? Like me?” and what is Hannibal’s answer? “Every patient is unique.”. Hannibal could said anything different and he settled for the same word, he uses for Will, so maybe he isn’t so unique as Hannibal claims him to be?
2) In Mizumono Hannibal literally stabs him and tells him that he forgives him. In Aperitivo Jack says, “Maybe it's one of those friendships that ends after the disemboweling.”, to which Chilton tells him, “I would argue, with these two, that's tantamount to flirtation. Will is going to lead you right to him.”. So yeah, Chilton may be a dumb-dumb, but he is right here.
3) In Primavera we see a battle in Will’s head — he doesn’t know what to think about Hannibal. He tells his hallucination of Abigail that Hannibal left them to die, but at the same time through this hallucination, he tells himself that Hannibal wants to by found by him. He is also aware that Hannibal left him his broken heart (but he also thinks that Hannibal is playing with him, which he also tells himself). Feeling that Hannibal is still there, he says that he forgives him, hoping Hannibal would come back to him, however it doesn’t happen (guess that if it happened, Will would totally stay with him and that would mean instant happy end for them).
Instead of this happens a few different things:
4) Will goes to Lithuania to better understand Hannibal and there he meets Chiyoh. Another person besides him left by Hannibal, as if frozen in time and as like Hannibal’s another “if all else fails”.
5) In Florence Will sees that Hannibal replaced him and Abigail with Bedelia. Was he so easy to replace for Hannibal? And Hannibal left her behind anyway. Yet another person! Guess that meeting these two women made Will think that Hannibal cares for no one besides himself.
6) I believe that Will told Hannibal truth, when they were sitting in front of Primavera, however he felt that he cannot be sure that he is as important for Hannibal like Hannibal is for him. When Hannibal asked him, “Where does the difference between the past and the future come from?”, Will answered, “Mine? Before you and after you.” and when they are supposed to left Uffizi, Will tells him, “After you.”. He told Hannibal truth, but at the same time he feels that this is still a game between them and he wants to truly forgive Hannibal, the same way Hannibal showed him his forgiveness, that's why he wants to stab him.
Guess no character in this show knows exactly the thoughts, feelings and intencions of others people (just like in real life). Hannibal and Will may started to blur, but would anyone be surprised that they would be wary after everything that happened in Mizumono?
Remember, Will didn't hear the words that we —the audience — heard. He didn't hear Hannibal saying during the conversation about him, “You cannot control with respect to whom you fall in love.”; he did not hear Bedelia talking to Hannibal when they came to the conclusion that Hannibal's feelings for Will were the purest form of love that Hannibal had not felt since his sister's death. Will didn't heard any of these things and we know that in Primavera he thought Hannibal is playing with him.
Didn’t expect this post would turn out so long and have no idea, if anyone would even read my way of thinking about this scene, but whatever.
#hannibal#hannibal nbc#nbc hannibal#hannibal lecter#will graham#hannigram#murder husbands#chiyoh#bedelia du maurier#abigail hobbs#jack crawford#frederick chilton#hannibal meta i guess#hannibal meta#hannibal analysis#pesky--dust analysis
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Broken vows
Part One
Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader
Rating: E - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Warnings: Explicit sex, infidelity, angst- oh so much angst, canon level sexism, the reader is a lady of a great house but the house is unspecified and the reader has no description. (As a forewarning, though this story has dark themes and tons of angst it absolutely will have a happy ending!)
Word count: 7.3k
Synopsis: You and Aemond have been best friends since childhood and in love with one another since you were teens. What happens when your father weds you to another man?
Author’s note: It’s finally here! I’ve worked so hard on this fic and can’t wait for y’all to read it! Thank you so so much to my lovely beta readers @just-here-for-the-moment and @adderess y’all are the best!! P.S. Here’s a link to my masterlist if you’d like to check out my other writing! My askbox and taglist are always open! Come interact with me! Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated!
Aemond Masterlist Part Two Part Three Epilogue
“Please, father, please don’t do this,” you begged as tears streamed down your face.
“It is already done and you are expected to do your duty,” he said sternly, without feeling.
“Please, if you care for me at all as your daughter do not wed me to that awful stuffy old lord,” you cried.
“It is final. You will marry him and put thoughts of the prince out of our mind. It was foolish of you to be so stupid to allow yourself to fall in love. I will hear no more of this. We leave in the morning to wed you to Cregan Stark,” he said harshly and turned to leave.
“You would rip your only daughter from everyone I know and was raised with and isolate me in the north with a man I’ve never met,” you yelled at his back.
He turned back to you, his hand on the door handle, “Do not pretend to mourn anyone but the prince you are so besotted with. We shall leave at first light,” he said firmly and finally before he left and the resounding boom of the door shutting behind him caused you to fall to your knees and sob.
It took a long time for the tears to dry as you thought of the ruination of your life that was sure to come from your father’s decision.
You snuck out through the tunnels you found in your room at the Red Keep years ago when you were a child.
You snuck your way to the dragon pit and could finally feel yourself breathe again as you saw him.
His back was turned to you and his long white hair gleamed in the moonlight as he ran his hand across Vaghar’s scales.
“Aemond,” you whimpered, eyes full of tears again as you realized this would be the last time you saw him before you were shipped off and married to a stranger.
He turned and took you in with an intense expression.
“Come here, dear heart,” he said as he pulled you into his arms.
You cried into his chest as he rubbed his large hand up and down your back and held you tightly.
“Your father is an imbecile,” he finally said, his voice low and full of anger.
“I hate him,” you sobbed.
“You are mine. You should be mine and mine alone. If you were wed to me you would be a princess of the realm rather than just the lady of a frozen patch of unwanted land,” he said through clenched teeth.
“I want to be yours,” you whimpered.
“He turned down my mother’s proposal for us to be wed. His decision is beyond my comprehension,” he said with a kiss to your forehead.
“Can we…” you trailed off, unsure of your own words.
“My mother forbade me from spiriting you away on Vaghar and wedding you this night. It would mean war between our houses, war we cannot afford to wage at this time,” he said and you could hear the grief in his voice.
There were no more tears to be shed. You looked up at him and placed your hand on his cheek.
“Let me be yours, at least just for this night, take me one more time, Aemond. Make me yours, please,” you said and the words were barely out of your mouth before he kissed you, no - devoured you, in a kiss full of fire and passion.
You spent the night with Aemond, your body entangled with his in pleasure and love and the next morning you faced your fate with a face of stone and a mind full of comforting memories of your lover.
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Three years later
You strode into the Red Keep next to your husband and attempted to keep yourself from trembling.
King Aegon had requested the presence of the Starks and nearly all other important houses in the seven kingdoms for the celebration of his twins’ name day.
You weren’t sure how you felt about visiting your childhood home again after years of being gone.
Part of you wished you could’ve stayed in Winterfell, as much as you hated it there, at least you could avoid the emotional heaviness of being back home.
You hadn’t seen or heard from Aemond since you left. It was too dangerous for you if he were to write to you and though he was the prince, there was no plausible excuse for him to visit you in your husband’s house.
You missed him desperately and more so with each day that passed.
Time had not lessened your love for him. No, your dragon had lit a fire within you that would never go out.
There was certainly no love between you and your husband. He was not harsh with you, but treated you as a duty and a burden he must endure.
You loathed when he called you his wife. You had dreamed of Aemond calling you that since you were a young woman.
You entered the throne room and your eyes darted around as you looked for him.
He towered where he stood, his presence strong and intense, next to the throne. His hands were clasped behind his back and his hair had grown longer, nearly to his waist now. He appeared to have put on muscle in the years you had been gone. He looked good and your heart clenched in your chest.
As he spoke quietly to Aegon, his jaw sharp as his face was turned away from you, you took your time to take him in and control your own emotions.
You could not allow them to show on your face.
The king’s guard announced you and your husband’s arrival and Aemond turned to face you.
He was breathtakingly beautiful. You worried your heart would gallop out of your chest.
His lips pursed as he took in your husband and then his eye landed on you.
You knew him well enough to see the emotion he tried to hide so well as he took in your form and then stared into your eyes.
You hoped he had similar thoughts about you as you had about him. Winterfell had not been easy on you, but you did your best to present yourself well today. Your lady’s maid had been exasperated with you when you changed your dress three times before settling on the one you were currently wearing.
Aemond nodded slightly at you and you curtsied back. Your husband mistook Aemond’s nod for himself and your curtsy for Aegon as he too nodded back before he bowed.
You sat at the feast and resisted the urge to bang your head on the table before you.
Your husband largely ignored your presence as he spoke with the other lords around him and on your other side sat your father, whom you were hardly on friendly terms with.
You did your best to not acknowledge the feeling of Aemond’s eye on you as he smoldered at you from across the room, but your body temperature raised each time you could feel his attention.
Your eyes met his and he smirked softly at you as if he could tell the way he flustered you and took pride in it.
Your father looked over at you and you quickly looked down at the table.
“You are not to speak to him,” he hissed in your ear.
You turned and glared at your father.
“There are already rumors of you being unable to bear a child as you have failed in your duty thus far. I will not have additional rumors of you being a whore because that entitled prince cannot keep his hands off of you,” he whispered in your ear, his tone harsh.
“Nothing has happened,” you retorted with your eyes narrowed at him.
“And nothing will,” he replied firmly and you huffed but refused to reply.
It was an exquisite pain to sit across a crowded room from the love of your life and have duty and your roles in life form a harsh unbreakable line between the two of you.
You didn’t know what changes time had wrought on his life and subsequently his feelings for you, but you burned for him.
A heat and desire you hadn’t felt in years ignited inside you once again as you felt his gaze linger on you once again. You refused to look back.
Your husband turned to you, “Do you wish to greet the king and his family with me? They are your childhood friends, are they not?”
You didn’t think you had the willpower to refuse him as being closer to Aemond was what every fiber of your being wanted.
“Yes, that sounds nice,” you said demurely.
He led you arm in arm, which you loathed, to stand before the Targaryen’s table.
No proper introductions were needed this time for they were completed when you first entered the throne room.
Instead Helaena called your name excitedly and hurriedly rounded the table to wrap you in a hug.
“Helaena, how I’ve missed you,” you said as you hugged her back.
“We must catch up. It has been far too long,” she said as she pulled back and gripped your hands.
“Yes, perhaps a walk through the gardens tomorrow,” you said excitedly and she nodded.
Alicent then appeared by your side and pulled you into a hug.
“My dear, you look well, how is winterfell treating you?” she asked as she pulled back and looked at your face.
You glanced over at your husband who was deep in conversation with Aegon and Aemond, though it was obvious to you that Aemond’s attention was covertly on you rather than the surely dull conversation.
“It is good. Though I will admit that I have missed King’s Landing,” you said, and once again glanced at Aemond.
Alicent nodded knowingly, “It will always be your home.”
You nodded and refused to allow tears to fill your eyes.
Aegon called your name and you reluctantly turned to join their conversation.
He slung an arm around your shoulders and you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes.
Your relationship with Aegon was precarious at best, as children you always took Aemond’s side and would always snip back at Aegon when he was being a prick, even going so far as to prank him back a few times.
You knew Aegon was only embracing you to piss off Aemond, his idea of humor was nearly always at his brother’s expense.
“How I’ve missed you,” the King said and you shot him a warning glare.
“Do you remember when we were children and you and Aemond would always hide away in the library so to tease you I released a flock of birds into your little sanctuary?” Aegon said with a laugh.
You merely sighed.
Helena’s attention had wandered across the room and Alicent appeared frustrated with Aegon’s tendency to cause trouble, though she made no comment.
“Hm, a wonderful prank,” Aemond said in a monotone, clearly unamused tone.
“They were everywhere, the librarians were furious and you were so upset,” Aegon laughed as he squeezed you.
Your husband glanced between you and Aegon, clearly confused and not as amused as the king seemed to be.
It must be disorienting for him to see how closely bound you were to the family of dragons, and yet he did not know the true extent of your attachment.
“Perhaps you also remember the time I crushed berries in your shampoo and your hair was blue for days,” you said with attitude and with another laugh Aegon finally released you.
“Aemond, you have not truly greeted our childhood friend, embrace her,” Aegon said with the smile of a snake.
You took a shuddering breath as you looked at him.
His gaze was intense and threatened to drown you in a wave of fire. His lips were pursed in irritation at his brother and the moment lasted a heartbeat too long. The awkwardness and tension between the two of you became obvious to those in the small group around you.
Aemond was a man that only ever showed affection in private moments when it was just the two of you. Certainly not in front of your husband and his entire family.
It was best that he didn’t embrace you, you didn’t know if you would be able to hold yourself back from melting into his arms, his warmth, his scent. Gods, you wanted him.
“Perhaps the lady should instead be embraced by her husband rather than continue to be passed around by Targaryens,” Alicent said lightly and efficiently resolved the tension.
Cregon chuckled awkwardly before he reached his hand out to yours.
You reluctantly placed your hand in his and allowed him to wrap his arm around you.
Though, of course his embrace did not last. You did not miss how Aemond’s jaw clenched as he saw your husband touch you.
Thankfully the conversation quickly moved on as Aegon promised to introduce your husband to all the pleasures of King’s Landing. You couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes at that.
Everyone was placated with more wine and as Aegon and Cregon sank into their cups you decided to take your leave.
Your husband waved you off without care and with a sigh you left the throne room and the lively party within it.
You quickly dismissed the knight guarding you as you made your way to your room, grateful that you were given the same room you used to have as a girl and that your husband was given a different room so that you would not have to deal with his drunken state.
You took deep breaths as you strode through the Red Keep and decided that you could not allow your thoughts to linger on Aemond any longer, it was too dangerous for a woman in your position to be pining over a young love.
A hand grabbed at your wrist and yanked you into a darkened hallway. Before you could scream there was another hand covering your mouth and you were yanked back into a man’s chest.
You squirmed and fought and attempted to reach for the dagger hidden underneath your skirts where it was sheathed against your thigh.
The man snatched your hand as if he knew what you were trying to do.
“Will you stop fighting me?” Aemond’s voice hissed at you in the dark and all of the fight immediately left you as you realized it was Aemond’s body you were pressed against.
He sighed and released you.
Of course he knew you were reaching for your dagger, he had been the one to gift it to you and taught you how to use it.
You quickly whirled around to look at him.
“What the fuck is your problem?” you snapped at him, but remained careful and kept your voice down.
“Oh how I’ve missed you, dear heart,” he said with a smirk and had to resist the urge to slap him.
You settled for a glare which caused him to chuckle.
“I didn’t know how else to get you alone without causing suspicion,” he said as he glanced around to ensure the two of you were still alone.
“Causing suspicion? You scared the shit out of me! I could have stabbed you!” you whisper-yelled.
He merely stared at you in disbelief. Of course he would take offense to the suggestion that you could best him in any sort of combat scenario.
You sighed in exasperation.
He smirked once again.
“Have you not missed me, my lady?” he purred and stepped forward and crowded you against the wall.
He placed a hand on either side of the wall near your head and effectively caged you in. Though, you’d never felt more free. With him, in his arms, was where you always wanted to be.
“Of course I have,” you said but you refused to look at him for fear of what his stare could make you do.
“Look at me,” he murmured.
You shook your head as tears filled your eyes.
He placed a gentle hand on your cheek and turned your head so that you could meet his gaze.
He wiped the tear away with his thumb as it fell.
“Meet me tonight. In our spot,” he urged you.
You sniffled.
“I cannot,” you said, though your tone was clearly uncertain.
“Meet me tonight,” he repeated himself, his voice passionate and persuasive.
“I am married, Aemond. I cannot meet you anywhere, if anyone even found me speaking to you now it could ruin me,” you hissed through clenched teeth.
“No one will know,” he whispered.
You shook your head again and looked at the floor.
“Just to talk, nothing more,” he reassured you.
You looked up at him once again and your resolve broke.
Of course you missed your lover Aemond, but somehow, even more so, you missed having him as your friend.
“Okay,” you said with a nod and his face split into a grin.
“See you at midnight, my lady,” he said before he pressed a kiss to your forehead then swiftly walked away before you could protest.
You sighed and rolled your eyes, but couldn’t stop the small smile from forming as you strode the rest of the way to your room.
You announced to your guards that you were feeling ill and to notify your husband that you were not in need of company should he inquire about you, not that he would.
Once you were in the safety of your room, you walked around in awe as you ran your hand across the furniture.
It was nearly unchanged from your time spent in it during your girlhood.
You wondered if that was due to Alicent, though she has her flaws you always felt her motherly love and you loved her as well. You suspected that she was devastated as well that you did not join her family.
Perhaps she had taken pity on Aemond and that was why he had not been forced into an unwanted marriage as you had.
You waited anxiously for midnight to come and once it was near you pressed on the large painting next to the bed and it popped open to reveal a hidden passageway.
It was something you and Aemond had discovered when you were children exploring the Red Keep and running away from Aegon and his reign of terror over the two of you.
You grabbed the cloak from where it laid on the ground next to the hidden doorway and dusted it off, before you wrapped it around yourself and pulled the hood over your head.
You snapped the portrait-door shut behind you and crept through the dark passageway, guided only by your memory and your hand on the wall.
Soon you were deposited outside of the Red Keep and snuck your way through the shadows to the dragon pit.
“Hello beautiful,” you murmured as you came upon Vaghar.
The massive dragon cracked an eye open and huffed out a breath at you.
You giggled at her grumpy temperament and raised and put out your hand in a request for permission to touch her.
She grumbled in a way that you knew meant it was okay, so you gently ran a hand across the scales of her face and she made a soft pleased noise that made you smile.
You felt Aemond’s presence behind you as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pressed his chest to your back. His large hand covered yours as you pet Vaghar.
“She missed you nearly as much as I did,” he whispered in your ear and his long white hair fell over your shoulder as he did.
“I missed her as well,” you said.
“Hm, but not me,” he teased, his voice light.
You elbowed him lightly in the stomach and turned around to look at him, “Do not jest, Aemond.”
He watched you warily.
“I have yearned for you every day these long years but you touch me and speak as if the circumstances are not vastly different from the last time we saw one another.”
He pressed his lips together.
“You are mine,” he said lowly.
“I am not! I am not,” you exclaimed with tears in your eyes.
Your voice broke as you spoke, “I am wed, Aemond. I have a husband, who I dislike greatly, but he is my husband all the same. My heart will always belong to you, but I cannot be yours any longer.”
He opened his mouth to speak but you barreled right through him.
“Have you thought of what would happen to me if I were discovered to be here with you? Allowing you to speak to me to-to touch me so familiarly? I would be branded a whore, my prince. Your prior claim on my heart would make no difference in others’ eyes. I do not think you are taking that seriously enough. It would ruin me.”
He sighed, “Of course I understand, dear heart, I wish for nothing but your safety. I swear to you I will keep my hands to myself until you give me explicit permission to touch you. And even if that never comes, I would still like to enjoy the presence of your company.”
You sighed and nodded slightly at him.
He commanded Vaghar to move her head and revealed the spot he had set up behind her, fully protected from any prying eyes by her huge body as she placed her head back in its regular spot.
The language of Old Valyrian rolled off his tongue and filled you with another rush of desire for him.
You sat next to him on the blanket, but regretfully far enough that your body did not touch his. You rested your back on Vaghar’s warm scaled body and took a deep breath in, relishing the familiarity.
He poured you a glass of wine and handed it to you. You smiled at him.
“Thank you,” you said and you could see him physically restrain himself from reaching out and touching your hand. It cracked at your heart and your resolve.
“Tell me of your life in Winterfell, how is it?” he asked earnestly.
“It is cold,” you said and he chuckled.
You smiled but then looked down at the cup in your hand.
“Truthfully, it is very lonely.”
His face was solemn as he waited for you to continue.
“Other than my lady’s maid Brienne, I feel very alone in the North. My husband treats me as if I am a duty and burden he has to bear. The people of Winterfell are…. cold and unwelcoming. I feel as if I have no voice there and am constantly dismissed. Perhaps I need to stop comparing my current life to my past one, but I have missed your sister and your mother’s company. It is difficult living with so much formality all the time.”
He nodded at you, understanding that there were no words to comfort you, nothing that could change the duty you had to endure.
You reached for his hand and allowed him to hold it in his much larger one.
“I wished to write to you, as I did Helaena but I felt it too dangerous.”
“I understand. I refrained from writing you as well, I did not want to cause any trouble for you,” he said and squeezed your hand slightly.
“What of your life? How have you been?” you asked.
“I have kept myself rather busy with my responsibilities,” he said as he pursed his lips and swallowed.
“To distract myself from thinking of you,” he admitted quietly.
Your heart cracked in half as the man you loved so much looked at you, sadness and pain hidden behind longing.
You slipped your hand from his.
“It seems this time apart has not been easy on either of us,” you said softly and your arms ached to hold him.
“So many times I rode Vaghar and found myself unconsciously directing her north. I dreamt of unleashing her fire upon Winterfell and bringing you home, leaving only ashes behind us,” he said, his voice dark and deep.
“Oh Aemond,” you breathed out and your eyes prickled with tears.
He sighed. “A childish dream I have done my best to shove out of my mind. We are no longer in our youth and must conform to the expectations of us,” he said, tone firm as if he were reprimanding himself.
“I am tired of conforming, of doing my duty,” you whispered as your fingers grazed his once again.
“I try my best to not think of you performing your duty,” he said darkly as he looked away from you.
You dropped your hand from his and looked down.
“There is no pleasure or joy in it,” you whispered as you stared at your lap.
“Hm.”
“Have you…?” you asked as you peeked up at him through your eyelashes.
He nodded, “I have, though there was no love in it as we once had.”
You swallowed and nodded, of course you could not expect him to remain faithful to you while you were married to someone else and away in the north.
Still, it stung. It made you understand how he must feel about you being married to another.
“There are rumors about me. I have endured my duty for years and yet no child has come of it. You and I always took precautions when we were together to prevent a child but now... people whisper that I am barren and I worry they are correct.”
“Your value is more than your ability to bear a child,” he reassured.
You licked your lips and ignored the urge to throw yourself in his arms.
“Not to men like my husband and my father,” you muttered.
He sighed.
“Perhaps you could distract me with tales of your adventures,” you said.
He smirked, distracting you from your worries was a skill he had developed over years of friendship.
“Vaghar and I visited Dorne last year,” he told you.
He enchanted you as he told you tale after tale of his travels, places you’d once longed to see with him.
You giggled and smiled as he shared with you, a small part of you resented that he was still able to find such joy without you, though he did tell you he always longed for you to be with him.
You shared with him the few happy stories you had of your time apart.
You felt close with him once again, as if it were old times and you were still young lovers with your whole lives ahead of you. As if time and circumstances had not ruined what was between you. As if you were friends once again.
“Don’t look at me like that,” you whispered as he stared at you while you laughed.
“Like what?”
“Like I’m the center of your world. Like you love me,” the words tasted like acid as they fell off your lips.
“I do love you. I’ve never once stopped loving you even with time and distance between us,” he said.
“Aemond” you reprimanded, but your voice was as weak as your resolve.
“Tell me you do not feel the same way and I shall never speak of it again,” he promised.
“I can’t,” you said as you bit your lip to try and stop yourself from saying such forbidden words.
You wished you could force yourself to break his heart now and end this. To walk away from him, but his hold on you was too great and you cared for him too much to hurt him anymore than life had already hurt the both of you.
As you stared into his deep blue eye you felt your self control finally break.
“Kiss me, Aemond,” you breathed out.
It was clear his self control was frayed and broken long before, for as soon as the words fell from your mouth, his lips were on yours.
His hand at the back of your neck pulled you in as he kissed you near ferociously.
He devoured you, consumed you, and you submitted to him. You felt at home once again in his arms as he pulled you tight to his body and laid you down.
You moaned in tandem with him as your tongues tasted each other once again.
Your entire body lit on fire as you gripped at him and felt his weight on top of you.
You yanked at his clothes as you kissed him back with urgency.
“Need you,” you moaned as he helped you remove his coat and shirt.
You groaned at the feeling of his warm skin and tight muscles under your hands.
“Fucking perfect,” he moaned as he slipped his hands under your dress to caresss the bare skin of your legs.
You let out a high pitched, “Oh!” at the feel of his large calloused hands as they roamed up to grip at the flesh of your thighs.
“Need you inside me,” you gasped as you pressed your lips to his jaw and trailed them down his neck.
He hissed as you bit down and sucked on the sensitive skin of his throat.
“Say it,” he ordered as his hands began to unlace the back of your dress.
You immediately knew exactly what he meant.
“I’m yours, Aemond.”
He groaned.
“Mine,” he whispered against your lips as he slipped you out of your dress and bared you before him.
The unspoken understanding that you were only his for this night hung heavy between the two of you but you both ignored it as you tangled your hands in his hair and kissed him once again.
“You still wear it,” he said in awe as he saw your necklace clasped around your throat. The necklace he gave you years ago, when he promised you would be his and his alone. The necklace you always wear and keep hidden under your clothes. The necklace you grasp when you are anxious or lonely or thinking of Aemond. The necklace you lied about to your husband and claimed it was from your deceased mother so he would not question your attachment to it. The small sapphire in the crook of your throat gleamed in the dim light.
“Of course I do,” you whispered.
He blinked rapidly, swallowed, and licked his lips to repress the rush of emotions he felt.
He kissed you in an attempt to make you feel everything he felt rather than have to say it.
Your hands roamed his body, anything you could reach, his arms, his shoulders, his chest, his torso.
You gasped as his warm mouth found your breasts.
He felt so good.
Your fingers hooked into the waistband of his trousers and you wiggled your hand underneath the tight leather to wrap your hand around his hardened length.
He groaned your name as you gripped him.
“Need to taste you,” he said before he moved down and placed himself between your thighs.
Your breath caught at the magnificent sight.
He hooked your thighs over his shoulders and licked his lips as he stared at your core.
You whimpered in impatience and desire.
“How I have missed you,” he said before he finally used his tongue on you.
The pleasure that racked through your body immediately prevented your question about whether he was speaking to you or your pussy.
You gripped at his hair as his tongue swirled your clit and your toes curled.
“Fuck, Aemond,” you breathed out.
“Mmm,” he moaned into your soaked warmth as he pushed his tongue inside you.
He gripped your hips tightly and held you in place as he gave you pleasure that you hadn’t experienced in years.
“I’m so close,” you breathed out and he groaned.
His perfect lips closed around your clit and he sucked lightly.
You gasped his name as your release racked through your body.
He continued to lick you for his own pleasure until you whined and attempted to push his face away.
He chuckled darkly, a satisfied smirk on his face.
He stared at you, your chest heaving as you took gasping breaths, while he removed his pants and bared himself before you.
You whimpered quietly in need.
He placed his hands on your waist and yanked you closer to him where he knelt before you.
Your gasp quickly turned into a moan as he, in one fluid motion, buried himself deeply and fully inside you.
He took a deep breath and the frantic energy within him seemed to settle now that he was inside you.
His hand traced your body and you arched up to feel closer to him, to give him access to all of you.
You pulled his face to you, gently and slowly, and kissed him with all the love in your heart.
His lips moved against yours languidly as if the two of you had all the time in the world.
“You feel so good,” you whispered against his lips and he nipped at your bottom lip playfully.
“You are better than all my dreams of you in our time apart,” he said and pressed a long kiss to your lips.
Then, finally, he moved. In and out of you in long slow thrusts that had you keening.
You clenched around him and begged him to go faster, to claim you, as harshly and deeply as he wanted, as you could tell he needed by the gleam in his eye.
He complied with a growl as the last of his self control snapped.
His pleasure was your pleasure as he filled you, moved inside you, and hit the spot inside you only he could find.
You whined in ecstasy as he groaned your name. You clung to him and your nails dug into his back, which surely left your mark on him. The thought only fueled the raging fire within you.
“Say it again,” he gasped and you could tell he was near his release as you neared yours.
“I’m yours, Aemond, yours,” you whined as his harsh thrusts overwhelmed you.
“Mine,” he groaned.
“I love you,” you gasped as you hit your peak.
He groaned your name as his thrusts became sloppy.
“Where do you want me to-”
“Inside,” you moaned. “Need you to fill me.”
“Fuck,” he moaned and found his pleasure as well.
“I love you,” he whispered as he pulled you into a kiss so gentle and in contrast to the way he had just claimed you.
He pulled out of you and before you could mourn the loss he pulled you into his arms as he laid on his back.
You snuggled into his chest and his hand rubbed up and down your back.
You swallowed back the rush of emotion that you felt as he held you and expressed care for you rather than leaving you alone as soon as the act was over like your husband did. But of course Aemond would hold you just as he always had.
You laid there with him and did your best to not fall asleep with how safe and loved you felt in his embrace.
You sighed in contentment as he kissed the top of your head.
“Aemond,” you said.
“Hm.”
“It is nearly morning, I should go so we are not caught,” you whispered, though you did not want to shatter the comfortable silence.
He groaned in annoyance.
“Mm, no,” he said as he hugged you tighter.
“Aemond,” you chided.
“I do not wish to see you go again,” he said, barely concealed pain in his voice at the thought.
“And I do not wish to leave you again but we have little choice,” you lamented.
He sighed.
“Perhaps I can visit you again tomorrow night. You are staying for a week’s time, yes?” He said as his gentle fingers traced your side.
“Yes,” you said weakly.
You were just drawing out the next goodbye. More time together would just make it hurt more, wouldn’t it? But you were powerless against the pull you felt towards him.
This was inevitable. It was always going to happen. It was as if the gods had designed the two of you from the same material then cruelly set your fates so that you would not be able to walk through life together.
He was drawn to you just as you were drawn to him and neither of you had the strength to stay away from one another. The moment your father betrothed you to someone other than Aemond he sealed your fate.
You became a shell of your former self, a ghost that was only brought back to life by Aemond’s touch, by treachery and broken vows. You deserved the horrible things people would say about you, for they were all true. You loved Aemond so much and would never tell him no, would never deny him your heart or your body, no matter your allegiance to another.
So you agreed, and for nearly every night you remained in King’s Landing you let Aemond hold you, love you, kiss you, and make love to you.
“Do not go,” he whispered to you, his lips on yours, the last night of your stay. The sun once again threatened to rise and your time together was sprinting away.
“I have no choice,” you said as tears streamed down your cheeks.
You did not know when you would be able to see him again, to talk to him again, to touch him again.
He stepped back from you and anger overtook his face to mask the broken heart and sorrow.
“Stay with me,” he pleaded.
“And what? Be a disgrace to my house? Be your whore? I cannot,” you said, your voice somehow steady despite your tears.
He sunk down into the nearest chair and placed his head in his hands.
He sighed deeply and reached out his hand to you.
You stepped closer to him and placed your hand in his. He gripped you tightly.
“I see now that I have made this difficult situation much worse by my lack of self control and endless pursuit of you,” he said as he looked up at you.
You bit your lip to keep your tears from turning into sobs.
“It is not your fault alone,” you said gently.
He pulled you onto his lap and wrapped his arms around you.
You held him as tight as the knot in your chest as he buried his face in your throat.
“I love you,” you said softly, brokenly.
“Mm.”
You sighed.
“It is a fact of life,” he said.
“What?”
“The sun rises in the east and sets in the west. Dragons are not completely tameable. Children will always grow old.”
“Aemond, what are you talking about?” you interrupted him.
“And I will always love you. It is a fact of life. It is in my nature, my bones, to love you,” he said softly.
You crushed your lips to his and you couldn’t tell if the salty taste was due to your tears or his.
“This is not our last goodbye, I promise you we will see one another again, dear heart,” he said as he pulled back with a hand on your cheek and looked deeply into your eyes.
You nodded and sniffled as you tried your best to stop crying.
As you watched him leave, you were certain you’d never hurt this much in your entire life. Your heart shattered all over again. It was a physical pain in your chest and you suddenly fully understood the phrase broken heart.
Sure, your heart was broken when you had to leave him years ago but this… this was somehow worse.
This was no longer a girlish young love. He was cemented in your heart and yet you still could not fully have him.
Your heart turned to stone with every mile your carriage took you away from King’s Landing.
_______________________
9 Months Later:
Tears streamed down your face as your newborn babe was placed on your chest. The halls of winterfell were no longer full of your screams, but rather your joy.
“It is a boy, my lady,” the maester said.
You cradled him close to you and pressed a kiss to his head.
You blinked away the tears and looked at him, truly looked at him for the first time.
Your heart stopped.
“Oh my little dragon heart,” you whispered brokenly, quietly enough that no one else could hear you, as you saw the tuft of white hair on the crown of his head.
“I shall call for Lord Stark so he may meet his son,” the Maester said as he left.
You were alone with your Lady’s Maid.
“Brienne,” you said as you grabbed her arm.
Her eyes flickered between you and your son.
“He is beautiful, my lady,” she said.
“Brienne, you have served me loyally since I was ten and two. Let us be honest with one another,” you said frankly and she nodded vigorously.
“You know me better than most people and I consider you one of my closest friends.”
You looked down at your son once again and your eyes filled with tears.
“It must be said now, and never again, I need you to swear to protect my secrets and help me, do you swear?” You asked as you stared into her eyes.
“Yes, my lady, I swear. My loyalty has always been to no other but you.”
You nodded and took her hand and squeezed it in gratitude.
“You know I have loved Prince Aemond since I was a girl. This child is a Targaryen,” you whispered.
Brienne nodded at you, but tears streamed her cheeks as well.
“Oh my lady, what have you done?” she asked in gentle concern.
“Love has led my actions and we must protect this child, he is my dragon heart. Help me, please,” you begged.
She nodded.
“I shall talk to the maester. Perhaps he can suggest to Lord Stark that the color of his hair is a birth defect. Does he know of your feelings for the prince? Does he suspect anything?” she asked, she spoke quickly and quietly as you both worried that footsteps would soon be heard coming down the hall.
“No. He performed his duty as a husband prior to me being with child, so he has no reason to suspect anything. He has no knowledge of my relationship with the prince. When I laid with Aemond when we visited the Red Keep, I suspected that I was barren given my inability for years to produce a child. I now see that was due to my husband’s inability to sire children. I hoped all this time that the child was a Stark, but he looks just like my love,” you kissed his perfect face and felt your heart could not swell anymore with love.
“I will do everything in my power to quell rumors and suspicions. I will also speak with the Maester,” she said as she nodded at you and departed.
“Oh my love,” you cried brokenly as you held your son and wished that the trajectory of life could have been different.
That the footsteps coming down the hall could be Aemond’s rather than the husband you have no love for.
That Aemond could be there to meet his son, to wrap you in his arms and kiss you for your good efforts to bring such a beautiful Targaryen child into the world.
You felt broken by the thoughts of what could have been.
You needed to fill yourself with steel, with dragon fire, and fight and claw in a way you had never had to before in order to protect the babe in your arms.
For if anyone found out the truth, you and the child would be ruined.
To be continued..... Part Two Part Three Epilogue
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