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heartfullofleeches · 6 months

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There once was a Witch

Perfect Sweet Revisted Teaser

A teaser for an upcoming fic involving a Candy Witch (Gender Neutral) Reader and Yandere Candy Land. Enjoy-

There once was a witch.

The first of her kind.

“A candy witch? What a silly idea!”

She was sure to disagree.

“It’s my magic. Shouldn’t I have a say in its use? If I can’t do for myself first, I haven’t the heart to do a thing for anyone at all!”

The witchling was the youngest in a lineage of powerful witches dating back to the founding days of their cozy little town. Her mother was the town healer in her prime and her mother’s great-grandmother fertilized the ground for which their town was built upon. The little witch had big shoes to fill, but neither fret nor shied away from what fate had decided. No – she outright rejected it , and sought to fill her dreams and goals much closer to home - right in the pit of her bottomless stomach.

If the girl had one claim to fame before her prime, it had to be her enormous sweet tooth. She started her days with two spoonfuls of sugar, and three more by noon. She was not tied to the restriction of the human diet and did as she pleased to satisfy her endless craving.

“Even tragedy can be sweet if it’s paired with the right treat.” – A saying she swore to remain true to, but behind closed doors the little witch could not carry her own words to heart. As the days of her coronation drew near, she became aware of the whispers around town – how self and cruel she was for abandoning tradition and her people. The kind faces she’d known all her years slowly turned spiteful and bitter – spurning her ambitions, and her turning her back on the community that raised her. The young witch wore a brave face, but behind closed doors she was not as bold as she seemed. She cried and cried, swallowing sugar and honey to ease her pain.

Due to constant ridicule and mockery, the little witch would have given up on everything had it not been for that one person.

On the eve of a new moon, there was a knock at her window. The young child of the town baker came to her with a task capable for her talents alone. With an influx of orders their parents had forgotten to bake a cake for their child’s birthday. Used to the treatment they did not wish to go another year without celebration and fled in the dead of night to the only source who could aid in their troubling times.

The little witch could hardly hide her annoyance. Lack of a party was one thing, but no celebratory desserts to make up for it? No cake? Pie? Not even sweet bread? What fools the human had the misfortune of calling their parents. Could their kind do nothing without the help of hers?

Against her own volition, she acted from the kindest of her heart and sought to fulfill their desperate plea. The little witch brought the young baker into her home, and through the night the two created the most extravagant birthday cake the baker nor anyone in town had ever seen. The excitement they expressed wasn’t held by them alone. The little witch had more fun baking with them than she ever had with a member of her blood. The gratitude and joy on the human’s face was something she had never seen before. Something strange. It made her feel odd. They must have slipped poison into her dish, but even that didn’t seem right.

They treated her as a lifelong friend though their alliance began that very night where it should have ended. Being with that human gave her a toothache unlike any sugary treat could. As their bond grew, the witch would gradually learn that what she tasted that fateful eve was the start of something true. That human cracked the icy cage sheltering her fragile heart and woke her to new desires.

She wanted to see them smile again. She wanted to make others happy in hopes it’d give her that same strange feeling in her stomach again. She’d never feel that exact spark from anyone besides her new found friend, but the warmth in her chest was powerful to keep her newfound goals onward.

The little witch and the baker’s child were inseparable from that day on. The pair grew as one - perfecting the recipes passed down to the young baker and adding a few of their own to the mix. They shared their creations with the town to prove the witch’s dreams were true as any other. Many still opposed, but they could not turn a blind eye to the duo’s efforts. The day of her awakening came and the young witch remained true to her heart – supported by her dearest friend who created an entire buffet of sweets to celebrate their second happiest day together.

Balancing magic and her culinary skills, the then adult witch unlocked feats far beyond that of her ancestors. A witch’s heart was their most powerful tool, and hers was filled with the love she held for sweets, her town, and the baker who changed everything for her. They flourished right alongside her into a kind, strong hearted individual, and later took over their parents' bakery as was tradition in their family. Just as she owed her success to them, they could do little without the aid of their favorite witch and invited her to take ownership with them. She’d be a fool to refuse their offer.

Perfecting her craft in all corners, the witch discovered what wonders her sweets could truly possess with a sprinkle of magic – some more groundbreaking than others, but nonetheless spectacular. Cupcakes that turn hair the same color as their frosting. Hard candies that could cure most illnesses. Cookies that would grant the eater’s truest wish with a single bite. She created an entire house made of sugar and sweetness for her and her dearest friend to live in. The townspeople who relied on the witch’s magic were amazed by the fruit of her hard labor, and the baker couldn’t be prouder which made the witch happier beyond compare. They noticed how hard she worked and only wished there was more they could do for her. The demands of the people piled in by the day, and though she wore a smile everyday they could see the cracks. The witch merely laughed off their worries, and carried on as usual.

She was happy. They were happy. Everyone in the whole town was happy – but the happy days wouldn’t last forever unless the baker did something to aid the woman they loved.

Rumors floated around town of normal humans becoming powerful witches over time. They say it only took a brave heart, a dedicated mind, and a wish. What people didn’t was that there was a fourth element involved. The second most important in a witch’s survival.

A strong body.

The baker pleaded with the witch to allow them to learn magic beside her. She had never been able to say no to them. The baker was a natural. Once she deemed them ready to practice, the human would master spells even she had difficulty with. It was no surprise to her considering their passions were one in the same, and if anyone was truer to their ambitions than her it was them. Together, the two were unstoppable. Untouchable. They worked off each other’s weaknesses and knew the other better than they knew themselves.

Which is why the witch was the first to notice.

It began with a cough. The weather had grown quite chilly so neither thought much of it. A few of the witch’s homemade remedies and they felt good as new. Then - they began sleeping in. They went under spells of fatigue from the littlest tasks. Soon enough, they couldn’t even hold a spoon.

The witch tried every spell in the book to save them. She took on the manning the shop alone so they were able to rest. It was the loneliest she had felt in years, but she’d do anything to save the human she loved. In the end, it was all for nothing.

They died in their sleep while she was away from home – fulfilling the wishes of others while hers died alone at home.

The witch did everything she could.

She cried.

She begged.

She ate till her stomach felt like it was going to burst.

To ease the pain, to bring them back - but even she could not raise the dead.

The cookies she shoved down her throat tasted bland and stale. Nothing was sweeter than the kisses the baker placed to her cheek every morning. She never got to tell them. She never had the chance to express her true feelings.

The witch screamed.

Tore her hair out and cursed whatever horrible force that bound her to this fate. Made her weak.

Please….

She cried over and over.

Take me instead.

Don’t leave me here all alone.

I can’t do this without you.

You said you’d never leave me.

Why?...

Please…

DON’T LEAVE ME!

The townspeople gave her time to grief. It was the only mercy they gave. The knocking began. Their whispers slipped beneath her door. They asked her for more. She’d given them everything. Her heart, her love, her sweet, foolish baker- yet they still wanted more.

Selfish.

Greedy.

Cruel.

That’s all their kind had ever been. They took and took until there was nothing left. No… There was still one thing. She wasn’t going to let them take the shattered pieces. She refused to let them walk over her as they had trampled those before her. She’d take back everything they stole and more. She’d create a world catered to her desires. A place made of cinnamon and sugar, with subjects molded from the same ingredients and just as sweet. Creations who’d love and obey her for the rest of eternity. What the witch didn’t know…

Was they’d betray her worst of all.

“Alright…. I think that’s enough for one year….”

“Awww.. but we nearly reached the end this time, didn’t we?”

“Yes, but – are you really sure this is something you want to hear on your birthday? It’s a pretty tale…”

“Of course! I want to know everything about you, Sweets. Even old fairy tales in older, duster cookbooks.”

“Hahaha, Fine….. Stay with me another year and we’ll finish it – I promise.”

“Better wish real hard then…. Who knows how many we have left.”

“Help me…..”

…

“Help!”

#perfectly sweet #yandere oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #wip #unfinished

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hypnautic-cereal · 3 months

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I’ve shared about my Welcome Home au on Discord and TikTok, but not here yet

So, I introduce to you: the Wish Maker au!💫

A Welcome Home au of mine that spawned from a meme I thought of one time while I was in the shower. Essentially the WH crew in this au are able to grant different kinds of wishes, and strive to make any and all wishes come true for a more better earth

(Please note that I did each of these art pieces separately, so all the canon sizes are the ones up on this first one⬆️)

First of all, we have our Wally variant: Wally Starling💫

Wally is the newest neighbor to land on Planet Home, as he was recently born from the stardust of a recently died supernova. Wally is gifted the power to grant star wishes as well as a high/moon jump, and aspires to be Judy’s as great of a wish maker as his friends

Up next: Our spectacular star, Sally Starlet⭐️

Glowing wherever she goes, Sally Starlet is the leader and protector of Planet Home. Legends as true as wishes have told that a portion of Sally’s power was distributed among each of her friends. Who knows what power she could behold at full capacity?

Next on our list: Our lovable dog Barnaby B. Beagle🎤

It might not seem like it at first, but Barnaby B. Beagle is a dog of many cultures. Barnaby grew a swift and tight friendship with Wally Starling, even being the one who gave Wally his name when he first arrived on Planet Home! Inspired by 90s family game shows as a sign of his love for fun and friendship, Barnaby grants the wishes from different cultures (such as tanabata tags, and grapes from under the table on the new years countdown)

Next up, our dynamic duo: 🎂Julie Joyful and Frank Frankly📚

Always excited to celebrate any occasion, Julie is your girl to call for a party. Her partying expertise is always to serve for others happiness. With help from Poppy Partridge and Sally Starlet, there’s no party on Planet Home that won’t be ready on time. Once the birthday candles are blown, a dash of confetti from Julie’s hand will have the wish granted in no time

Although they’re always in a rush, Frank Frankly is the brightest/smartest neighbor on the wishful Planet Home. Any questions the neighbors have about anything, Frank is able to answer in various ways. His specialty lies in granted wishes found in nature (such as dandelion puffs or the first winter snow), as well as proofreading wishes to the wisher’s intent. With provided help from Julie Joyful and Eddie Dear, there’s no task to tough for our beloved brainiac

And last up: 🌙Poppy Partridge, Eddie Dear💌, and Howdy Pillar🐛

Looking over the dreams of those down on Earth, Poppy Partridge acts as a guide to those who don’t know what their hearts desire. A scent of lavender and lilac follow wherever she goes, as a sea of stars speckle her pillowy soft tail feathers. Her and Sally Starlet happily work side by side, making sure all goes right from day to night

Folk tales from the old west tell the tale of a person who retrieves the wishes that haven’t been granted so that they can be granted as soon as they can. That there is our confident yet clumsy and forgetful dreamer, Eddie Dear. With his Lasso of Limitless Length and Star of Time, there’s no limit to when and where ungranted wishes will be granted. He takes his job with pride, especially if Frank Frankly is by his side

Ever need that little bit of push when playing the lottery? Or need a wish from that coin you tossed into the well? Well, our terribly generous Howdy Pillar’s got your back. He’d be more than happy to grant you luck and fortune for whatever you might need for the day. He does seem to fall asleep quite often, even with all the energy he needs for the day, so he carries his pillow Benjamin in case he’s ever tuckered out (get it? Cause money…$100…Benjamin Franklin-). So, what Howdy’s Place deal are you looking for today?

JESUS OK FINALLY FINISHED WRITING ALL THIS😭

But yeah, I have a lot to share with you guys about this au, and I hope you all enjoy and stick around for all the stuff I wanna share for it! I even have a whole playlist for this au (as well as a discord server but that was made for the fun of it and doesn’t have any actual functionality lol)

#welcome home #welcome home fanart #welcome home au #wally darling #barnaby b beagle #sally starlet #julie joyful #frank frankly #poppy partridge #eddie dear #howdy pillar #wish maker au

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poetryinsilence · 2 months

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A Wish for Eternity

Astarion x gn!magical!tav

A/n: am I madly in love with this elf? Yes. Do I wish to bring him everything he hoped and dreamed of? Also, yes. Hence, here I am, thinking about what happens after the epilogue, did he search for a way? If you play as a sorcerer or wizard, once you are at a higher level (not in the game), there is a certain spell that could achieve your hopes and dreams. So, what if…? Anyway, happy fluffy valentine's day!

Synopsis: a long journey of travelling through every corner of Faerûn for what seems to be an eternity. Luck sure isn’t on your side in your quest to find a mythical item, a cloak. Rumoured to be special, you are determined to find it, with your nightwalking partner, Astarion. But, fate has other things on its mind.

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6 months after you reunited heartfelt celebrations with inebriated companions; the night never seems to cease with boundless alcohols and dancing to lively tunes until your feet refuse to leave the ground. Through thick and thin, nonetheless, such an adventure weaved you all together at the stake of Baldur’s gate.

At the right place, at the right time.

In a blink of an eye, another 6 months had gone by. On your quest, you trek through the marsh terrain on your journey and strangle a few swamp things; scorched and burned under the dry heat of the sun and almost meet your fatal death by getting swallowed up inside a giant sandworm; and almost, almost, stepped into the fey realm by no fault of your own. Suppose it wasn’t for a certain trickster. A very lovable trickster, mind you.

The relentless quest to acquire an article of clothing—a rare magical item; enchanted with each woven of threads. A cloak, to be exact, that was once said to have been created by drows of the Underdark. To allow one that’s weak in sunlight to walk freely under the blistering sun.

You first heard about this mystic item from none other than Gale. The wizard was lost in his recent reverie of taking upon the role of teaching, to no surprise. One night, while holed up in his tower, flicking through weathered pages of tomes, when he came across the wonders of this cloak. Intrigued, as he may be, wanting to study the magic behind this unique fabric. After all, a little more knowledge wouldn’t hurt.

But, it seems others require it more than him. Lo and behold, he appears when you think your luck has run out. Seems like Tymora has finally blessed you with a pat on the back, who would say no to divine intervention?

Although this is a solution to your current situation, it all just seems too good to be true. A flimsy piece of garment is your answer? You could swipe a black cloak from the market and enchant it yourself. Though you are well-versed in magic, enchanting items aren’t really your forte. Nor are you of drow descent to know such ways of crafting.

You had your doubts about this cloak, however, you do not doubt the reliability of Gale. If he said such a thing exists, then it must be credible.

Month after month of tracking your journey—based on one rumour that gossamer across Faerûn. With every possible lead, you travelled across the continent of the cityscape to the underworld. This endless journey may be gruesome, but you didn’t do it alone. Your lover, Astarion, walks amongst your shadow. By day, you are his shield protecting him under the blazing sun. At night, he swore as your sword to cut through the lurking dangers of the dark.

The Sun and its Moon.

He is the reason why you’re on this journey in the first place. To bring him the sunlight once more, to breathe in the life of the Pelor over the vast lands that were taken from him when he was still young. But the chances of finding this cloak are getting slimmer by day—like water slipping through the cracks of your hand.

Astarion’s hope is getting dimmer, too. You tried to reassure him that you were certain the both of you were getting close; maybe you were just not looking at the right places.

Of course, he brushes you off with a smile and jokes that he’s not that interested in it because ‘cloaks cramp his style’. He persuades you not to mind it so much. Or, hoping you’d be the mirror reverberating back to him instead. But you can see right through the facade. Pride. Shame. Disappointment. All too familiar.

The guilt is rubbing off on you. When you talked him out of ascension, you believed that it would be the best decision for him. You were no better than the others.

No. This shouldn’t be the answer. If the cloak’s got you nowhere then you just have to look at this situation from a different perspective. Take matters into your own hands, even if danger is on deck. At the very least, you have to try.

You made camp for the night; a quaint spot overlooking the horizon that joins the sky and the sea, with the moon taking stage in a cloudless canvas. The pale elf took charge of the campfire with a stick in his hand to poke the flame. Next to him, you lie down with your hands weaving through the air, connecting the stars together, making a revelation to your own understanding of your magic. It flows through you like the air that you breathe; like calm waters gliding your hands.

This might be the perfect time to ask, though wyverns gnaw at your stomach, you’ve run through this scenario millions of times in your head. You’re prepared, you think.

The lavender and turquoise hue dissipates from your fingertips, you steal a glance in Astarion’s direction and sit up amid his distraction.

“If you’re getting tired, you should sleep first. I’ll join you in a little while.” He chimes out.

His little ritual, you’ve noticed. Whenever the two of you opted to camp in the arms of nature instead of paying for a tavern’s night and listening to drunk patrons shouting till the break of dawn. He would lay with you in your bedroll until you fell asleep, then as quiet as a mouse, he’d get up an hour or two just before sunrise. You’d caught him once, just as curiosity nips at you, slipping out of the tent and finding him sitting in the open field with the blades of grass swaying to its own rhythm. Just watching, waiting. Waiting to catch a glimpse of the sun, as it slowly casts life back to the lands, before the ray decays him. The light sears his skin and cracks like dry paint, biting down the pain as much as possible until he’s bound back to the shadows. Then you’ll find him in bed again like nothing ever happened.

“Astarion?”

“Yes, darling?” He hummed.

“What if…” you hesitated, “what if we stop looking for this cloak?” Your voice wavered at the end of your sentence.

The stick in his hand stopped. You can see it, the thoughts forming in his mind like a potion. Stunned, confusion and a drop of anger concocted in muddy colour. But like a cork on top, he bottled it up when he soon turned to face you, the warm glow lit up his plastic grin.

“Oh, heavens! I forgot about that until you’ve brought it up.” His voice is in a higher octave. A string of vicious mockery disguising his lie, in all honesty, stings more than you think.

“No, that’s not—let me rephrase this. W-what I’m trying to say is, how about we look for a different method?” You asked, hands fidgeting more than usual.

His crimson gaze pierced in you, they engulfed and tangled like flames, wanting to swallow you whole till you’re nothing but a pile of ashes. “Vampirism isn’t an illness or a wound. If a person dies, they could be resurrected. But I’m too far gone beyond the point of living now, darling. There is no other way.” He snarled, snapping his gaze away before he could say something he truly regrets.

“But..there is another way.” Your voice comes out with nothing short of a whisper. Astarion’s shoulders slumped as he perceived your words, now fire in his eyes had extinguished and reflected with the solemn of moonlight.

Hope.

You spring onto your feet and take his hands into yours, thumb gently caressing his skin.

“Don’t give me any hope. 200 years of hoping for hope has tormented me endlessly that I do not want to be part of it again. Please…I do not have the heart to take this…” Astarion whimpered. You can hear the sob suppressed in his throat for the last 200 years as his hands tremble, emotions so vulnerable and unravelled right in front of you that he so desperately tried to hide. It shouldn’t be like this. It breaks your heart to see the man earning his freedom, yet the illusions of shackles are still tying him down.

It is unfair.

You grip his hands tighter to your heart, biting down the tears threatening to spill. “When there’s a will, there is a way,” You smiled. “Astarion Ancunin, what is it that you wish for?”

“What? But—I don’t understand—“ his brows furrow trying to make sense of your words but failing. Yet, he can feel a tingle at the back of his neck. A sign.

“Please, Astarion. Tell me your wish.”

The warning bells in his mind are telling him to run, to end this conversation right here, right now. But the fluttering feeling in his gut is saying ‘This is it. This is the moment you’ve been desperately trying to find’. Now the sparkle in your eyes is drawing him in, things that he had been longing for, and the love you are showing him. The sign he’d desperately prayed to the gods for all these years.

“I wish…” he trailed off, “I wish to walk in the sun again. I wish to see this world in the light that I was created in; I wish to take back the life that was ripped away from me for all these years, in darkness and torment, to have what is rightfully mine.

I wish to live again.”

The soil beneath your feet vibrates and crackles, the fabric of your clothes softly ripples in the air; a lavender beam emerges through and etches your runes, circling a gateway around both of you.

“Then, your wish is my command.”

Statics channelling in the air as you tune yourself to the weave. You can feel it. You can feel it all—the dark musk of ember, the evergreen blades rustle, the crashing of ocean waves. Magic tying deep into the burrows of the Earth willing to your command, feeding brighter into your rune as you hold on to its reins. But, the power of this spell is not without a cost, like gravity dragging you down. Your face breaks into sweat with the force burning in your gut.

“Stop that! You’re killing yourself!” Astarion struggles to break free from your grasp.

“Don’t—I’m almost there!”

A sinking pressure presses in Astarion’s chest; it’s warm, then burns aflame but it does not hurt; the pressure pushes deeper, searing through his organs and scratches at each porous of his rib cage. And then, gone.

The sound of silence.

Your legs give out as you crumble onto the floor, ready for impact. With a swift motion, Astarion catches you in his arms and carefully lays you in his lap. His mouth opens, ready to protest with his snarky remarks but closes it again, brushing away strands of stray hair from your battered face.

You chuckled breathlessly, reaching your hand, heavy as it may, and cupped his face. “Your wish has been granted.”

The sky begins to transition in lilac as dawn breaks, the ocean glimmers on the horizon and songbirds sing their tunes again. The red flaming ball peeked through the crystal water, bringing out the soft glow of orange. As the first ray of light shines, the warmth of it carries. Hungry, delicate, a sign of life.

“I’m…alive.”

A gentle breeze picks up and brushes against his cheek; hot tears spew from the corner of his eyes. So naturally warm. So, very warm. The silvery strands swayed to the rhythm of the wind, and he inhaled deeply, as much as his frail body could hold, the nostalgic scent of sunshine, like a spring afternoon.

Then, an unfamiliar familiar sense came. A thud. And another. Something rattling endlessly at his ribcage threatening to come out and yet staying in its place, a rhythmic humming coursing through his chest to the tips of his fingers. A sound so loud thumping and yet so quiet as a whisper in his ear. A sense of jamais vu.

“You'll always be who you are. No matter what you've become—a vampire or not. I will love you as long as life continues to breathe on these vast lands. And till the end of time."

Astarion squeezes you into a tight hug. He’s trembling in your embrace, and catching you off guard, he bursts into a fit of laughter. Maybe even your first time to hear him laughing with such carefree manner but the heat of his tears travels to your shoulder. Your hand finds its way to his soft locks, petting him as you melt deeper into his touch.

He pulls back, eyes frantically searching your face. “I-I don’t—I can’t—“ he clears his throat, “thank you, my love.”

He cups your cheeks and gravitates towards your lips. Sweet and velvety, your lips curl at his kiss. He pulls away just enough to admire your features; cheeks flushed rosy and eyes bright and confident. Everything about you is love-touched, that after centuries, someone could cut through the world to bring him back into the light.

“Now, are you going to stare at me all morning, or are we going to get some breakfast?” You teased.

“Actually, I was thinking,” Astarion eyes you up and down. Whenever he has some brilliant idea, it’s never a good one. “The tent’s been empty all night, and I think we should, um, keep our bedrolls warm, at least.”

His hand slithers its way under the hem of your shirt, running a hand at your soft curves. You sigh in defeat, knowing you could never say no to his lovable face.

“Fine. I guess breakfast can wait.” You smirk.

Hands flew to the collar of his shirt as you yank him down to your lips. You parted them slightly, an invitation for him to deepen his kiss, teeth included. It might be a long morning, but there are plenty of mornings yet to come.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 fanfiction #bg3 fanfiction #astarion #astarion fanfic #astarion ancunin #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #⭐️.doc

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bichachonacho · 1 year

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Night Changes

The final chapter and alternate ending to ‘The Other Woman’ series.

Warnings: Angst, mild smut.

A/N: I’m sorry this has taken almost a month but thank you for those who have been patient and are still interested in reading my work. I appreciate you all <3

To set the scene:

On the night of Aegon’s Name Day celebration you choose to leave with Brandon.

He hears your laughter before he sees you, a sound that makes his chest tighten yet warm at the same time. It was a rare sound he’d hear when you had been married, one that barely emanated from your mouth because of how miserable he had made you. His bitter treatment is a mistake that he’s reminded of daily, you no longer reside in the Red Keep— you’re hundreds of miles away in Winterfell, you are no longer his.

“Brandon— stop it” You hum, nudging him away from you as he plants kisses onto your cheek— the scruff of his beard causing your skin to itch.

“Why must I, you’re my wife. Is a man not permitted to show affection to his wife?” He argues, a playful smirk on his lips. You sigh heavily, allowing him to kiss you one last time before you pull away.

“When we’re at home— yes. You may smother me as you please, just try to hold back while you’re here” You chastise him before you link your arm with his.

Home.

The word is painful to hear for Aemond. You refer to that dreaded cold wasteland as home, even more of a sore reminder to Aemond of how far you’ve drifted from him. He wishes the halls of the Red Keep didn’t allow voices to travel so easily, maybe then his heart wouldn’t ache this much.

“Mother! I didn’t realise you had arrived already” A smile clear on your face as you approach Rhaenyra who greets you both with open arms.

You couldn’t say you were surprised that your mother instantly took a liking to Brandon, he treated you beautifully and he was a man of honour— traits that reminded her of Ser Harwin Strong. You watch in admiration as the two of them converse, allowing you to bask in the silence and observe what you had once called home.

You remember running down these halls barely a handful of years ago, picking up your skirts as you raced to meet Brandon at the gates. You had left a vulnerable Aemond in your bed chambers, heart on his sleeve that you would further wound by choosing to leave him and the ruins of your marriage behind. Your wounded heart had been through enough turmoil at the hands of Aemond— you deserved far better. He knew this. Which is why he let you go.

You haven’t returned to Kings Landing since you had practically begged your grandsire to annul the marriage between you and Aemond. You remember that day well, a memory that haunts you from time to time— even when you’re in your chamber at Winterfell.

“I know I ran away— from my duties and responsibilities, but I stand before you to plead for an annulment” You tried to dull the sounds of gasps in the throne room, the murmuring and whispers of judgement causing you to shift in discomfort.

“Annulment?” King Viserys, your grandsire doesn’t look pleased— but less disappointed than you had expected. A good sign, you think. He hums before a chesty cough erupts from him, the first time you’ve seen his illness in person since you had gotten the letters of his well-being.

“Your reasonings for this annulment being?” Viserys questions you, your hands grow clammy as you choose your words carefully— reciting the sentences you had practiced continuously over the last few moons.

“The marriage between Prince Aemond and I caused me nothing but grief. I cannot commit to my marital duties to him, I am not happy. I fear I will be miserable for the rest of my days if this marriage continues” Your words cause Aemond to almost flinch— they were harsher than he had expected but it’s what he deserves. He knows this. Yet if you were to even glance his way you would see the pained expression on his face, tears welling in his eyes almost.

“Most marriages are not for love— one would be fortunate enough to marry who they love but we do it for political purposes and for the sake of this family. To keep our bloodline pure. Your reasonings aren’t enough child” Viserys begins to dismiss you.

“We never consummated the marriage” You state, the judgemental whispers only growing louder at the sound of your announcement. They grow too unruly to the point where your grandsire has to demand them to quiet.

“We falsified the evidence of the consummation” You say truthfully, biting the inside of your cheek as you prepare for an earful. Viserys just tuts before directing his attention on Aemond who stands a mere few steps away from you.

“Is what she says true, my son?” Aemond nods gently, shame clear on his face as he briefly turns to his father. Viserys just exhales heavily before nodding and announcing that he approves of the annulment.

You didn’t linger in the throne room any longer than you needed, you avoided Aemond’s gaze— afraid that if you saw his hurt expression, guilt would consume you. So you didn’t, you left for Winterfell before nightfall and didn’t bother to turn back.

Almost two years have passed since you stood in Kings Landing, and now you had returned a new woman. You no longer wore the Targaryen name— you were a Stark who wore heavy coats and fur, you had grown accustomed to the icy weather in Winterfell and you found it fascinating. The heat here makes your cheeks flush and feel uncomfortable from the warmth. You wished you were back in Winterfell with Brandon— but you mustn’t neglect your family, even if that means facing Aemond again.

“Is grandsire attending the feast?” You question your mother, hopeful that he would be present tonight. You already know the answer when you see the look on her face, she shakes her head and informs you of his illness causing him to be bedridden. You make a mental note to visit him in his chamber after dinner.

You were given time to rest from your long travels before the family dinner. You were grateful for the brief time that allowed you and Brandon to stay hidden in the guest chambers, but now you had to prepare to face your family. This would be the first time since you fled Kings Landing they would see you and you didn’t know what to expect. The worst is all you expect, knowing your family and how dysfunctional they are— you already have your doubts.

“I’m assuming we cannot hide in here for the rest of the stay?” You hum as you adjust your dress, over examining the way you look in the mirror. Despite your insecurities, you admire the way your husband looks in his black attire. He stands behind you, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you into his body.

“Unfortunately, no” Brandon chuckles, lips finding their way onto the skin of your neck as he plants gentle kisses.

“You will be fine, my love. You are their blood” Brandon reassures you, his presence alone comforting you enough for your ragged breathing to calm. You nod, exhaling heavily while accepting his words. You will be fine.

You should’ve known what to expect. Everyone, minus your own brothers and Helaena, greeted you stiffly. The judgemental expressions clear on their faces as they watched you and your husband enter the room. You knew what thoughts grew behind their eyes, you didn’t need to guess how they felt— they made it abundantly clear from their expressions alone.

Aemond sat where he always did, you cursed at yourself internally for allowing your eyes to travel to him almost immediately the moment you stepped closer to the table. You silently noted the slight change in his appearance, he’s aged slightly— his hair is shorter, cheeks more hollow and jaw sharper than ever— yet his eye patch and scar remained the same.

“How is Winterfell?” Alicent breaks the silence, momentarily stopping her movements of cutting into her food as her eyes gaze into yours from across the long table. No one besides your husband and brothers had spoken a word to you— not even Helaena had uttered anything else besides hello. You were feeling the consequences of your absence now greater than ever.

“It’s as it always is. Cold and draped in snow” Brandon answers on your behalf, his hand caressing yours beneath the table in reassurance— a gesture you’re most grateful for. It saved you from having to scramble together sentences to speak to the woman who had once been your mother by law.

She had taken a liking to you before but the love she has for her children is far greater than anything in this world— you already sensed she had a distaste for you after you had left Aemond behind.

“Glad to see you’re thriving in Winterfell, dear niece. Meanwhile, my brother withers away and becomes less of a man as each day passes” Aegon snickers from across the table, a goblet in his hand and a sly smirk on his face as he eyes you out. His words cause Aemond to finally lift his gaze from his plate— his eye shifting between the two of you.

“In true Aegon fashion— you must always make a fuss at every table we feast on” You tut, a false polite smile on your face as you try to keep this conversation civil. Despite his tone, you didn’t want this to turn sour— you were already frowned upon by everyone in the room— giving in to his shenanigans would only make it worse.

“Is it really a fuss if I speak the truth? Besides, I’m just being a concerned older brother— is there any harm in that?” Aegon hums, chugging back the last of the wine in his cup before he slams his hand down on the table— demanding for more wine.

Your eyes narrow as you watch him closely whilst his wine is being poured. You think he’ll finally shut his mouth and be quiet— that he’ll realise it’s not worth the hassle or effort to stir the pot any more than he has already.

“I would like to make a toast” Aegon announces before he pushes out of his chair to stand— the chair making an obnoxious screech as he moves.

“We should be grateful to finally be sat in the same room again. Our family finally whole…” Aegon continues with his speech, his words growing numb in your ears as you begin to disassociate. Aegon speaks drunken words, you all know what he says doesn’t matter but you allow him to speak them all the same.

“And to my whore of a niece who has finally crawled out from the hole they call Winterfell— I would like to commemorate you for being the first Targaryen to actually let a Stark charm their way into their bed” His words gain your attention immediately, your mouth opens to say something but your words fail you. Your gaze shifts to Aemond’s who is already staring at you, the shared contact causes him to blink at you before he pulls his attention away.

“Mind your tongue when speaking to my wife. Royalty or not, I assure you you will lose it if you continue speaking to her in this manner” Brandon stands, speaking in a defensive tone as he partially shields you with his body. Aegon just snorts, the smirk still gracing his features as his eyes shift onto you.

“You have a perculiar taste in men. Why do they both have a fascination with severing tongues?” Aegon’s snarky comment is a direct jab at the marriage you once shared with Aemond— the threat he made about severing your tongue still makes your heart somewhat ache. Not in the way it used to, it’s just a sore reminder of how miserable the marriage you were once trapped in made you.

“Perhaps because people like you prove some deserve to be severed” You seethe, trying your hardest not to let his words anger you more than they already have.

“You will stop this childish banter at once. Aegon you will sit down and remain silent for the rest of the evening— your Queen and Mother demands it” Alicent breaks the feud between you, her statement causing Aegon to scoff before he slumps back into his seat— only then does Brandon retreat into his own.

“Are you alright, my love?” Brandon questions you, his voice low and face close to yours. You give him a tight lipped smile before nodding, squeezing his hand as a sign of reassurance.

“His words mean nothing, my sweet husband” You hum before pressing a gentle kiss on his lips, a small smile forming on his own at the gesture.

Aemond is sure he feels his heart practically pull apart from the sight before him. Your eyes boring lovingly into your husband’s as you whisper sweet words to each other— he wishes it were him who had protected you from his brother’s insults. He wishes it were him who is comforting you, holding your hand and pressing kisses onto your cheek.

He wants you to look at him just once more at this dinner. He pleads silently for you to notice how his gaze hasn’t left yours since you had locked eyes with him for a mere moment. He convinces himself that you will spare him one last glance. You don’t, instead you and Brandon leave quietly once the dinner has concluded, talking amongst yourselves hand in hand as you make your way back to your chambers.

“Gods, you feel so good” Brandon moans out, the obnoxious sounds of the bed colliding with the wall causing your cheeks to warm at the thought of someone hearing you. If you weren’t in complete euphoria you would bother to tell Brandon to quiet, but you don’t— you allow him to rut his hips into yours noisily as he fucks you.

“My sweet wife. Tell me you’re mine” Brandon’s thrusts quicken as his hand fondles your breast, desperate to feel your walls tighten around him. Only then would he release.

“I am yours. Only yours” You moan out before you press your lips against his— swallowing his grunts and moans as he releases inside of you, the feeling of you cumming around him causing him to reach his high.

Aemond wishes he were deaf or that he had at least bothered to move into another chamber during your absence but he is graced by neither of those options. He wanted to reside in the same chamber so that he would be reminded of you, he didn’t want to forget the memories you shared in these walls— even the ones that made tears fall from your eyes. Unfortunately for Aemond, you and Brandon had been housed in your old chamber which meant he would have to endure listening to the two of you make love.

I am yours. Only yours.

He knows he shouldn’t dwell on what could have been but he can’t help it nor does he stop himself from blissfully imagining it had been him you said those words to. That he was the one who had you a moaning and withering mess beneath him. He’s brutally reminded of reality when he prys his eyes open and questions his sanity as he realises he’s hardened at the mere thought of you. He forces himself to turn over and sleep, despite tossing and turning he would endure the restlessness to fight the strong urges he feels for you.

The following morning, Aemond tries yet again to gain your attention. He hopes you will visit the Keep’s library— so he spends all morning pacing around and aimlessly looking for books you might be interested in. It’s been some years but he still remembers the ones you would read to him, mainly fairytales and children’s books. When that attempt proves to be a waste of time, he tries the gardens— a place you would visit daily. He spends almost an hour there before he leaves in a huff— wondering where else you could be on a day like this.

He doesn’t expect to see you in the training grounds of the Keep, yet there you are sat upon a barrel as you watch Brandon spar with some of the Kights in the City watch. Aemond has to fight a smile that almost breaks onto his face at the sight of you, clad in the attire of your true house— you looked as though you had never left. Never left Kings Landing. Never left him.

“Prince Aemond. Spar with me, I wish to show my mentor how much his work has paid off” Brandon calls him over after spotting him from across the court, Aemond curses under his breath as he feels your eyes trail toward him. Despite his urge to leave, Aemond just nods before moving forward and joining the Stark.

“I have not kept up with my swordsmanship— excuse me for my lack of skill” Aemond apologises as he accepts a sword used for training. Brandon just shrugs and laughs it off.

“This will not be a serious fight, I won’t be much of a challenge” Brandon’s words are a lie, which is proven when Aemond is knocked to the ground for what seems like the tenth time since the sparring started. A part of Aemond hopes that you still cared about him enough to end this match.

“Tell me Prince Aemond, when was the last time you swung a sword? Seems to have been quite some time” Brandon questions, the smirk on his face a clear indication he’s toying with the Prince. Aemond isn’t blind to this but he answers truthfully anyway, hoping you were watching this unfold.

“Two years” Aemond grunts as he pushes back up off the dirt, the sound of their swords clashing rings in your ears and cause you to shudder as you remember the last time these two fought.

“The last time my wife stood in Kings Landing— seems like a coincidence” Brandon tuts, his tone causing you to sigh heavily— tired of his antics that are causing Aemond grief. You had watched enough of your former husband being pushed in the dirt and have his reputation slandered in one sparring match.

“Brandon, my mother has called for our presence. Please end this match” You call for him, the sound of your voice immediately making both men lower their swords. You ignore the way Aemond’s gaze burns on your face, desperation clear in his shameless stare that he wants you to look at him.

Just once. Please just once.

He silently pleads as he watches you talk to your husband as you wait for him to hand back his sword. He holds onto his hope until he watches you turn your back to him and begin to walk away with Brandon by your side. He wondered if he would ever get you alone during your stay, it seems as though it wouldn’t be likely.

“Your Grandsire wishes to host a ball to commemorate our family being united once again. You will attend, it may be the last we will share with the King” Your mother had informed you before calling in the handmaidens to pull together some dresses you may like to wear.

You insist on wearing the dresses you had brought from Winterfell but they seemed too dark to fit the occasion, you would stick out like a sore thumb and you didn’t want any more attention than you had already gained. It wasn’t news to you that word spread quickly that you had returned. The princess who ran away from her family and abandoned her marriage to marry another man. That’s all they care to believe, no one questions why you chose to leave in the first place. No one questioned Aemond for being the reason you left your home and everything you knew.

“Prepare for a tiresome evening” You murmur to your husband before you enter the hall, arms linked together as you pass everyone by and greet those who approach you first. Aemond thinks you look angelic, your deep red dress fits you perfectly as you enter the room— the man beside you is invisible to him. You look ethereal to him, a beautiful sight he should’ve appreciated greater when he had you.

The traditional ceremonies bore Aemond to death, he much rather enjoys the sight of you at the other end of the long table your whole family sits on. You feel his gaze but yet again you do not give in to his presence that demands to be known. You interlace your fingers with Brandon’s as you endure the rest of the speeches, your head almost lulling back as you fight the urge to sleep.

You sprung at the chance to get up and move even if that meant forcing Brandon to follow you onto the floor to dance with you. He was lousy, as you expected— he could handle a sword far more gracefully than he could dancing, but it was entertaining for you to watch him try.

“You should stop staring holes into her, brother. You’ve already suffered enough by letting her haunt you these past two years, no need to make yourself suffer worse by hoping she’ll run back into your arms” Aegon claps his hand on Aemond’s shoulder, causing him to break his gaze away from you and Brandon dancing. He didn’t realise he had been staring so intensely at you, if a sober Aegon could notice then surely others did too.

“I do not wish that. I’m no fool” Aemond mutters, shoving Aegon’s grasp from his shoulder. Aegon replies with a chuckle in disbelief at his brother’s statement.

“Right and I am not a free man who can drink and whore his way through Kings Landing unscathed” Aegon snickers, Aemond just tuts at how hypocritical his statement is.

“You are a free man who can drink and whore his way through Kings Landing unscathed, you fool” Aemond scoffs, averting his eyes back to the sights of you. A small smile graces his features at the sight of you smiling widely, despite it being caused by Brandon— he was grateful to see it.

“You are the fool. This woman not only abandoned your marriage but berated you in front of our father and lords alike when she begged for an annulment, yet you still wish to have her back” Aegon’s words are true, which is most concerning to Aemond. His brother is right, maybe for the first time in his life he believes this.

You broke his heart just as he had broken yours the moment you stepped back into the throne room to ask to annul the marriage. At that point you had been gone for just over three moons, no one in Kings Landing had heard word from you— yet everyone knew where you had fled. When Aemond heard of your return, his heart swelled at the thought that you may have returned to him. That you had realised a life with a Stark was not what you wanted and that Aemond was the one you chose in the end. His hopes were shattered the moment he saw you standing before his father, a slight frown on your face as you confess the very words that still haunt him to this day.

Aemond doesn’t bother continuing the conversation with his brother, he just pushes back into his seat and settles with the fact that he’ll just endure the rest of the evening and hope time passes quickly. You on the other hand are getting flustered by the overwhelming amount of moving bodies around you. You want nothing more than fresh air so you stop your movements before pushing up to talk in your husband’s ear.

“I’m going outside for air” You inform him, declining his offer to join you before you leave him to continue dancing with the others. You wanted a moment alone to catch your breath— to regain your thoughts as you savour some moments alone.

You do just that, inhaling the slightly cold air and enjoying a moment of peace away from everyone in that hall. You attention is captured by the view in the far distance, the vast city you once called home fascinating you with its sights. Kings Landing wasn’t the most majestic place to be, especially given it’s foul reputation but you learned to admire it.

“A princess should not wander alone” A voice of a man you recognise instantly causes your attention to pull away from the view. You feel a lump grow in your throat as you reluctantly turn to face him.

Aemond stands behind you, posture straight and hands clasped behind his back as he stares down at you. You can observe him more closely in this proximity, the closest you have gotten to him since you had arrived in Kings Landing.

“A princess knows how to defend herself. Besides, there’s guards for a reason” You shrug, sounding more nonchalant than you had intended. Aemond flashes you a small smile before stepping forward to stand beside you.

He hesitates speaking, his mouth opening and shutting as he tries to form the right words. A sight that was new to you, when you were married to him it seemed as though he always knew what to say. His sentences were always well articulated and he barely stuttered. You didn’t recognise the man before you.

“Your hair is shorter” You fill in the silence, your comment causes Aemond’s chest to warm at the mere fact you noticed such a detail. It only grows warmer when he feels your fingers brush through some of the silver strands.

“Thought I’d try something new” Aemond hums, savouring the brief feeling of your touch before it’s torn away from him and you pull back— he can’t deny the fact he’s disappointed.

“You haven’t spoken a word to me since you’ve arrived” Aemond changes the subject to a more sore topic, one that causes you to stiffen in discomfort.

“Exchange in words go both ways Aemond. You’ve had ample opportunities to speak to me” You argue back, your point causing him to nod in agreement. He could have easily spoken to you, despite your own personal direwolf being glued to your side— he would’ve risked conversation just to hear your voice.

“I was scared. Scared that you would reject me again” Aemond hums, a serious look in his eye when you gaze into his.

“Is it still considered rejection if you allowed me to leave you in the first place?” You question, satisfied when you watch him fall silent at the fact that you’re right.

“Where is your lover Alys? I haven’t seen her once since I have returned” You watch as he looks off into the distance before he responds.

“I sent Alys away the moment you fled Kings Landing. She returned to her home the morning after you left. I could not bear to have her be a reminder of the marriage I lost— the marriage I let slip through my fingers” Aemond’s words cause the lump in your throat to grow even bigger. This is what you were afraid of, that your presence in Kings Landing would give Aemond some kind of false hope.

“If you had stayed with me I would’ve changed my ways. I would not let you be miserable for the rest of your days” Aemond hums, hurt clear in his tone as he recites the words you spoke the day you asked for an annulment. You should’ve known those words scarred him— the moment they left your mouth you should’ve known it would plague his mind.

“Aemond, you and I both know the words I spoke that day remain true” Your hands fondle with each other, your finger nails digging into the skin of your hands.

“I know. But that doesn’t stop me from wishing we were fated, that our story would have a different outcome” Aemond sighs, turning back to face you as he continues.

“I spend every night in torment, wishing you had chosen me on Aegon’s Name day. I let you go for your own happiness but my own selfishness hoped, prayed that you would return to me” His confession leaves you speechless.

“I am not a godly man but I prayed to the gods that night that you’d have a change of heart. I stayed in your bedchambers well past dawn in hopes you’d come back. That is selfish of me, I’m aware”

“Aemond stop this. Please… save your words” You exhale, growing tired of his attempts at opening an old wound— one that you deemed sealed for the rest of your days.

“I don’t have enough time with you— please let me speak” Aemond’s tone is desperate but he remains calm, barely showing any signs of desperation on his face.

“The more you speak, the more you will hurt yourself. There is no point bringing up the past when I have already moved on” You’re being harsh, you know that but it’s the only way— you didn’t intend on giving him false hope. You knew where this conversation was leading so you figured you’d cut it short while you still could.

“I am going back inside…” You state before you turn to leave him, hoping he would let the conversation die and allow you to return to the hall.

“I have not seen your face nor heard your voice in two years. I beg of you to let me have a few more moments alone with you” Aemond pleads, his hand moving to grasp ahold of yours to hold you in place gently. You sigh heavily before allowing him to turn you around to face him, your bodies are closer in proximity than you intended— than you wished for, but you allow him to hold you there.

“In your absence, I have devoted myself only to you. I have not touched another nor let anyone else plague my thoughts. Only you. I miss you— I need you” Aemond’s grip on your hands tightens slightly, a feeling that causes you to almost pull away.

“You confuse me, Aemond. You let me leave. You told me you wished to see me happy— now you have a change of heart” Confusion is clear on your face as you stare up at him.

“I will admit again that I was a fool for mistreating you. I am a fool again for letting you leave me. I should have fought for you— begged you on my hands and knees for you to stay”

“There’s no amount of begging you could do that would make me change my mind. I love my husband, Winterfell is my home— and the decision I made to leave that night has been one of the best I’ve made” You’re being honest, your words sound bitter but you aren’t saying them out of spite. It’s the truth.

Aemond feels his chest tighten at your words, he should expect it— you’ve made it clear you no longer want him and that you’ve moved on, yet your tone still catches him off guard. He wishes for the woman who used to speak softly to him, who yearned for even a few loving sentences from him.

“You’re being selfish Aemond” You state before you pull away from him to create space between the two of you. A lump grows in his throat at the sound of your words— this is it, he thinks as he watches you turn your back to him to face the view again.

“I am being selfish, I will continue to be selfish as I ask you this” Aemond hums before he continues.

“Will you leave with me? We can run from here. Vhagar will take us anywhere you please— we can start anew, new lives, new names. As long as I’m with you, I don’t care where we go” Aemond says, his hand finding the curve of your back as he watches your face to catch your expression.

Your mouth feels dry as you process his words. You didn’t know how to respond, you were certain of your decision already but still, you didn’t know how to voice it. Despite Aemond’s faults and his wrongdoings, it still somewhat hurt you to see him this desperate for you. Your absence clearly took a toll on him and you felt responsible for how much he’s declined. If you had been the girl you were two years ago, you would’ve fell to your knees and accepted his offer. You would ride on dragonback away with him to where-ever he wanted, he would be enough for you. But you aren’t the same girl you were two years ago, you were stronger than you ever were and Aemond’s grovelling wasn’t enough for you.

“I appreciate that you are trying, Aemond. I have not been blind to your efforts but this isn’t enough” You turn to him, watching as the hope drains from his face the moment the words leave your mouth.

“I will not torment you any longer. I ask that you forget about your fantasies of us running away— they will not come true” You state bluntly.

“I am loyal to Brandon Stark— and him only. He has shown me what true love means and I am happiest when I am with him. Your promises will not change that” You continue, his gaze dropping from yours as he finds interest in the ground beneath your feet.

“I am unapologetic about this but I do wish you will find love. Do not let me plague your thoughts any longer, you should be free to love another” You grasp ahold of his hand and give it a reassuring squeeze. His skin feels warm against yours— the feeling of your hand against his causes goosebumps to rise on his skin.

“Forget about me, Aemond. I will do the same in return” You say in finalisation before you pull away from him, sparing him one last glance before you return inside. He stands in silence as he remains staring at the ground, wishing he had said nothing at all. Perhaps that would’ve been better.

You would forget about him and he would forget about you— of your marriage that once bound the two of you together. Now you were nothing, you had no reason to be tied to each other besides the fact you shared the same blood. He would have to settle with that and learn to be content. Aemond questions if he ever will find happiness as you leave him yet again with a broken heart.

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A/N: Sorry if this ending isn’t as great as I said it would be 😭 Idk about the angst but thank you for reading this series regardless :)

(forgive me for any typos, this was roughly edited)

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A Night for Hunting Ch 12 -The Feeling of Safety

T/W: Alucard (Ultimate) x F!Reader, Vladcard (that’s right, daddy makes his appearance), predator/prey, hunting, ruthless vampire king, romance, Romanian translations Words: 4855 On AO3

I am so excited to finally present this chapter! The premise was planned from the beginning and living rent-free in my head (happy to evict it at last) since I decided to extend this series months ago. I hope you like it! I am no history buff, but I did some light reading on Vlad and the contents of this chapter are also based on how Alucard behaves in Ultimate. A bit nervous, but I hope I got the feels right.

Happy belated Mid-Autumn Festival, fellow Chinese and (other nationalities) who celebrate this occasion! The full moon was beautiful.

Many thanks to @michi-tala for helping me with fine-tuning the Romanian phrases! @alastorhazbin

“You really are a king?" You asked, incredulous.

How could this be? A king should be the inspirational leader who guides his nation through strife and peace to glory, the shining star who navigates the tumultuous waters of diplomacy and the horrors of battlefields. A ruler with the intellect to create and uphold the laws, social institutions, and infrastructure to bring about prosperity. He should be someone well-versed in the art of war, yet mannered and cultured to mingle with others in his high society of privilege.

In other words, someone not quite like Alucard The Boor, who was inflexible about negotiations, poorly socialized, and a stalker to boot. What kind of king had the time to stalk some peasant woman for two years just for fun?

You however had to reconsider your conclusions. The longer you stared at that cocky profile, the more obvious it became that if you squinted, there perhaps was something a little regal about him. He was certainly not lacking in intelligence. And sometimes he demonstrated highly sophisticated mannerisms when he felt like playing the gentleman. He even spoke like a snobby British aristocrat.

Alucard chuckled to himself quietly at your racing thoughts. His eyes closed at the distant recollection of his past. At nearly six centuries of age, he found himself often ruminating about the past, whether as a human or vampire, but when pondering his first life, it was like reliving someone else’s. He remembered the anger, pain, and humiliation vividly. There was regret about his upbringing and later decisions as voivode, even if there were those actions during his reign that were necessary for the survival of his country and Christianity, and parts of Europe continued to view him as a hero to this day. But it all happened so long ago, he barely felt anything anymore, except a faraway, numb regret.

He was silent when recalling the fresh woodsy scent of the fir trees in his mountains. How he loved to ride through their forests with the wind in his face when he went hunting. His city Târgoviște possessed beauty beyond imagination, before he burnt it down and turned it into a desolate forest of corpses. Perhaps there was some melancholy when reminiscing about his homeland.

Warm fingers landed lightly on the sigils adorning the back of his gloves. Feline eyes opened to narrow slits to watch you looking at him with a questioning stare. It seemed you were finished with mocking his ways in your head.

Flattering child. Innocent little human. You know not of the monster you have involved yourself with, he thought.

“Cetatea (Citadel) Poenari sat atop the mountains. In its prime, it was an impregnable fortress with steep walls that offered a spectacular view of the forested canyon on the Argeș River. You would have appreciated its beauty.”

“Was that your home?” You asked.

“One of them. Its ruins are in what is now known as Romania.”

Wide eyes stayed on him before curving with merriment. “I think I would love to visit your old home one day.” Your wrist flicked in his direction to gesture at his dress clothes. “Did you look like this back then too? There’s no way you dressed this loudly then, right, Your Majesty?” You snickered while putting emphasis on his royal title.

He turned his hand over to grasp your fingers in his. “You wish to see me? All of me?" His brow rose as he evaluated you.

The room chilled suddenly and you hesitated. His shadow was facing toward the light, reaching for you, and the silhouette was wrong. You’ve already seen his flowing shadows, extra eyes, and bats, as well as when he assumed the face of another man. Was there more? Something forbidding was in the air.

“Umm…not the bugs. Please never the bugs again,” you whispered, trying to keep the mood easy tonight.

The orangey-yellow in his eyes spun like molten gold as he petted your fingers before lacing your hands together. Alucard leaned towards you, and as he did, he changed. This was important. Somehow you knew what Alucard was about to show you was intimate, a secret he did not carelessly share with others. You stopped breathing as you watched his transformation happen before your eyes.

Raven locks lengthened until his hair was past his thighs, phantom wind making the ends billow in the air like they were alive. Gangly arms filled out, his chest growing broad and putting on hard muscle in seconds. His red duster turned liquid and flowed over the heavy armour that materialized, settling into a black cape that was as intangible as his tresses at the frayed, surging ends.

His angular features grew wider at the cheeks, jawline becoming chiselled and covered with coarse stubble. The fiery gaze burned with wisdom and life experience. You had no words as you got a better look at this imposing man who now stood towering over you with his arms at his side.

"This was how I appeared as a human when I perished."

You stared at him from the couch, sitting with your legs in front of you in a “W.” Your mouth was parted as your eyes slid sluggishly over this dark warrior with disbelief. Power rolled off of him. It was in his bearing, the deadly grace with which he conducted himself, and the way the air was not quite right around him.

"You really are breathtakingly beautiful," you told him.

Alucard purred at your praise and your skin tingled. His rumblings were deeper than normal and it was so unexpected despite his now stockier build.

“...May I… touch you?”

Golden-orange glinted with warmth as this stranger stooped down for you to inspect his new body. You tentatively brought your hand up to his face and stroked his cheek. Cold. This Alucard’s skin was still cool to touch. The texture though, that beard was so scratchy. You ran your fingers through his hair, which was as soft as you remembered, but now so long you didn’t even reach the ends with your arm fully extended.

His name was an anagram. Alucard was a Romanian vampire. Your idiot brain finally made the connection that was in front of you this whole time.

“...You actually are Dracula?” The Son of the Dragon, a king and warlord from the Middle Ages. Probably one of the oldest –and strongest– of vampires.

“You are speaking to Count Dracula of Wallachia.”

You shivered at his voice. Even his accent was different, so foreign and exotic. It did things to you, but your mind had always been stronger.

If memory served you correctly, history did not have favourable things to say about the real Dracula. The Sir Impaler staked people, including women and children, for all sorts of reasons and no reason as well –as a gruesomely effective warfare tactic, for sport, and petty offences alike. He was the king who invited the sick and homeless to his keep for a feast and burnt them alive as a way to empty the streets.

“Yes, I commanded all of those acts in my past life.”

Fright blemished your features and you jerked away until Dracula’s gauntlet shot out to catch you and bring your palm back to his face. He took in the thin line your lips formed and the furrowed brows around your spooked gaze.

“But that will not be a fate reserved for you,” he promised with a sombre expression. Your eyes searched his face to judge his sincerity, wanting more than anything to continue trusting him after learning his identity, even when forced to confront the reality of the nature of your relationship.

It was wrong.

The king before you stood tall, his dignified comportment unwavering after the passage of centuries of grim tales told about him. He did not lie to you, nor did he offer excuses for himself. His noble features, proud and uncompromising, were solemn as you contemplated him.

Alucard never lifted a finger against you.

The warlord’s wicked piety preceded him, his prestige vicious and calculated. Any means to achieve his ends, which left ruination in his wake. Everywhere he went, he sowed destruction and instilled fear, even amongst his own people.

He was not mentally well.

If Alucard did not care for you, you would be worse off than dead.

Yes, by showing how he was a murderous vampire, an undead hellspawn who didn't die when he was supposed to.

He was violent and dangerous. What in the world were you doing with him?

You had your wellbeing and that of your family to worry about. What if entwining your fate with his ended in trouble that somehow found its way to them? Even as Alucard, he could be sadistic, harassing and nearly driving you to madness long ago. He continued to enjoy aggravating you and at times made you angry beyond belief.

You should not be with him. Tears came to your eyes.

But time and time again, Alucard came to protect you and went out of his way to take steps ensuring your safety and comfort. He looked after you when you were incapable and let you in on secrets about himself.

You fought with yourself. Alucard and this stranger before you were in fact one and the same. For all his nefarious ways, he did have honour, in his own twisted way.

You were past the point of right or wrong.

The heart was never rational. You wanted to remain with him. So with an uncertain quivering heart, you chose him too. You got on your knees and went up to this infamous veteran to huddle against his chest, needing to see if the sense of security you felt whenever Alucard was near was present with this form of his too. You couldn’t even look at him.

Vermilion flames smouldered gently without your notice.

A hand went delicately across your back to hold you close for several moments before tracing along your shoulder blades. An arm went around you and settled at your waist. Then multiple shadow tendrils wrapped you loosely around the ankles, thighs, and biceps. You shuddered at the electric contact with his darkness. Prickly stubble dug into your chin as this king claimed your lips for his own. He was as gentle as Alucard. It was comforting and eased your unsettled thoughts.

You finally pulled apart.

“You are timid with me,” he announced, breastplate vibrating with the bass of his voice.

“Everything we do is new,” you said as you put your arms around an icy plated torso and watched the end of his cape twirl. His lips chased yours as you looked away again. Relaxing into his embrace, you whispered, ”I can’t believe you are real,” as if speaking louder would make him disappear like a mirage.

“The legends have a basis.”

He ran the backside of an armoured finger across your cheek. His expression was soft as you met his gaze again, nothing as severe as his rugged appearance suggested. The shadows enveloping your limbs flared.

“What say you? Would you like to be one of my kind?"

Huh? He meant…he meant turning you into a vampire? And offering you eternity?

Again you tensed. He was serious. The weight of his question hung in the air between you until you gulped and averted your eyes, nervousness tainting the air thickly.

"I suppose it is too soon to ask you this." The hand came to rest on your head where he ruffled your hair. You glanced up at him in surprise.

Dracula smiled at you. "My Darling."

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The gleaming silver orb above loomed large, illuminating the navy skies with an ethereal haze. The moon was full, just like that first night, so clear you could see every crater on her surface. Your anxiety around Dracula gradually dissipated. He had a much quieter disposition than the normal him, but honestly, a break from his usual provocative ways was appreciated. He was still the same person, you reminded yourself. You began to close the distance between you incrementally and walk closer until you brushed his side with every stride.

It was not yet Halloween. Actually, it was nowhere near that month of haunting. Anyone who happened upon the pair of you would find his full body armour odd. It was mildly ironic for you to comment about Alucard’s unconventional clothing, only for his ‘true’ appearance to be just as outlandish for these modern times. What did you expect? It seemed the king captured people’s attention no matter what he did in whichever era.

The relaxing stroll was picturesque. For once, the streetlights functioned as they should and lit up the quaint storefronts without Alucard’s interference. The boulevards were clean and the summer air fresh, but clamorous with singing crickets. The engines of the occasional car rumbled in the distance and punctured the tranquility. The first vampire let you lead the walk, wordlessly following you through every turn as he sensed your worries ebb with each passing minute, enjoying the way you eventually bumped against him with each step.

A warm breeze brought the perfume of the faint sweat trailing behind you into his sinuses. His vampiric senses were hyper-aware of your presence, such as how your little heart pumped hot blood through your veins with each thud while you continued to wander.

How he missed roaming the nights together.

Vampires were natural hunters. It couldn’t be helped. Orange gold deepened into a lustrous crimson as his pupils narrowed into predatory slits.

Alucard was no longer beside you. There was only empty space and silence when even the insects fell quiet. Spinning around to seek him, you heard heavy purring in your head as fallen leaves rustled about in a swirling circle around you.

"What are you waiting for Dear? RUN." A pointy nose poked your ear.

Jumping at the familiar voice, you felt the solid presence of him sighing into your ear from behind as he purred and nudged you.

Oh? He wanted to play? You unfroze with a smile, not needing to be instructed again. You took off, but it was different this time. You were able to see your path well enough to not trip over yourself, rapidly finding a way from the streets where the stray vehicle still roved and into pedestrian side roads.

Unlike past chases, there was no panic or fear. Despite your earlier misgivings, you could barely even remember why you were terrified of Alucard stalking you after all this time together. As you zipped through the desolate night streets, your heart pounded with exhilaration the longer you ran. It felt good to set aside your worries for now and just enjoy your time together.

Alucard, you are here?

The shadows followed you with ease in the corners of your eyes. The rich, sanguine glow to their edges was a dead giveaway. You laughed as you took a turn leading you someplace you've never been before in the dead of night. With the knowledge that Alucard was with you, the night became a game full of mystery and adventure.

He caught you by the waist, hauling you back to his chest while the arm that held you slowly slipped up your torso until he seized your breasts. The wandering hands were metallic and frigid against your skin.

“If this was a real hunt, it would have concluded. It'd be sensible to surrender yourself to me now.”

You squirmed in his hold with a breathless titter, earning a hiss in your ear and a lick to your cheek before he let you go. You giggled and used the opportunity to slither away and scamper off.

You ran and ran from his harrying; repeatedly he would catch and wrestle with you before you were released. The most brazen event was when he suddenly appeared and let you run face first into him, then stroked languidly down your rear until you found your bearings and escaped. How he taunted you.

Eventually you came to a stop when your breath escaped in soft pants, shirt clinging with your exertion. You looked around for somewhere else to go and perhaps hide so your vampire had to search before bolting again when you didn’t find a spot to your satisfaction. You didn't know where you were going at all, just making turn after turn wherever you could –through unlit alleys and parks and crossing under bridges, until you arrived at a ravine to recover.

The vampire was nowhere to be seen. You snickered upon hearing something drop and a crackle in the dark. "Y–you don't scare me anymore. Just come out," you gasped out.

Words that were spoken too soon. Trouble slid out of the shadows as several ruffians leered at you. Forcibly exhaling, you inched back at their appearances, ready to dash away in the direction you came from. Needles, used condoms, and other garbage littered the ground and the air was dank with the stench of old urine and vomit. So you stumbled into the derelict quarters of society’s undesirables, but you did not want their acquaintance.

"Leaving so soon, pretty bird?" One of the skinnier blokes sneered. He was covered in ugly tattoos.

“Why don’t you stay awhile and keep us company?” Another said. He was just as ratty as the first, but smiled as he approached. Their sinister intentions were clear as day, despite the false nicety.

“Yeah, we don’t often have the pleasure of such lovely companionship.” The third stood back where it was too dark to distinguish his features.

I do not appreciate others interrupting my hunt. Leave.

The muted voice simultaneously thundered and the brutes shouted at the vacant surroundings.

“Who’s there?”

“Piss off, wanker!” Tough words from the men, but you were already apprehensive not for yourself, but them.

The shadows at your feet bubbled up.

“What the fuck?!” One of the hooligans hollered in shock at the mass of darkness that grew from the ground in front of you. He glanced back at his friends before squaring his shoulders.

The man crashed into an ancient conifer and was held there several feet off the ground, gasping for breath as he was slowly flattened –his face gave in first, the nose and lips crumbling inwards. It was as if he was submitted to the work of a hydraulic press. He heaved with effort to break free as his eyes bulged and his chest squeezed tight, unable to even scream under the crushing compression.

As you watched in shock, the death happened too quickly to process, yet like time slowed for you as well. His head popped like a gusher with blood jetting from both ears. You saw every detail as the ruffian's body was squashed by an invisible force until even his bones gave out and he became a splatter of viscera decorating the bark. Only a hand remained intact, but even that snapped at the wrist without a surface behind it to counteract the pressure.

You screamed at the crunching horror when it finally ended with a wet splat.

Alucard rescued you yet again. He appeared nonchalant about his victim's barbaric demise, his stance at complete ease.

“!!!” Your would-be assailants were initially speechless as they jittered back at the supernatural display of violence.

One of the remaining men sniffled, swiping his nose as he howled, “Arsehole!”

There was white powder dusting the ground and around their nostrils. They were high, which explained the ongoing aggression and bravado as knives came out. Your gaze flickered up to Alucard’s face.

You knew that maniacal grin, the one that reminded you of when you first saw him at work. No. All your fears about him resurfaced. You forgot how to breathe as you darted in front of him to cling to his arm.

"You can't kill them!" You yelled.

Being with him was wrong.

He paused, the king's gaze sliding to yours with a bored expression. "Why?" He drawled callously.

He was violent and dangerous.

“Because you can't just go around killing people!"

"Why?"

Omfg did Alucard think he was the Terminator? As ridiculous as the exchange was, this was no movie. Alucard’s eyes narrowed as a savage aura flared and pulsed with danger when the remaining two men floundered backwards in jerky movements. Perhaps their sense of self-preservation was still existent.

Dracula’s baleful glare did not conceal his wrath. These worthless lowlives dared not only threaten you, but if it weren't for his presence, they would have violated you in the most disgusting of ways in this dirty scum hole. He knew it, because he could sense their base desires and the opportunistic evil that lay dormant within them. He too was a creature of the abyss who knew darkness when he encountered it.

Unspeakable rage tainted his thoughts with promised violence. Their perverted longings were the ultimate transgression against you. It was unforgivable. You may be soft and kind, but he was not known for mercy. Rapists should be staked and displayed for others as a warning.

There were millions of other ways he could end them and The Impaler started listing them. He could telepathically wipe their memories and order them gone, which was always the simplest solution when it came to nosy humans, but he wanted these ones dead.

He lifted his hand before you desperately caught it between both of yours and pushed it down, hoping to hold him back. Your stomach churned from his glower as you imagined what he was going to do to them. How many times was he going to shoot them? Or was he going to rip them apart with his bare hands instead? Would there even be anything left of them when he was satisfied with the mutilation?

“They didn’t do anything to me, I’m okay! Let’s just go home!” You pleaded.

“You do not get to decide who must die, draga mea."

"ALUCARD!"

"Alucard is not here right now."

Wha-

The crimson gaze flicked back up at the interlopers and blazed with fury as the pair of imbeciles decided it was prudent to use your interference with his punishment as a means to flee. Their human movements were sluggish to his vision and reflexes anyways. He knew their intentions the moment they thought it, caught the twitching of muscles as they began to turn and run in slow motion. Cowards who could not even face their well-deserved execution.

So they should lose their legs first.

They froze after mistakenly meeting Death’s gaze and receiving the order to remain motionless. The shadows licked at his feet and twisted, rising to whip about in the air.

Shit. But –this was your vampire. At the same time, this was evidently someone else, a warrior. A king. How were you supposed to address him? Your Majesty? Dracula? That was his title and name. But what was his name? You were frantic. Think! What was it again?!

"...Vlad…Please don't do this, I beg you…" Hauling all your weight, you threw yourself at him, the tears now falling freely as his tendrils stretched and lashed towards his latest quarries. How did it go from a beautiful moonlit walk together to this bloodbath?!

Through the fog of his ire drifted another scent beyond the putrid fear of his prey. Your fear. He saw the dread in your eyes. Countless others have made the same face while grovelling at his feet for mercy. You however, were not begging for yourself, but the remaining rotten swine behind you. He growled with displeasure at what you asked of him, the mind running feral with imagery of what he wanted to do, waiting impatiently for the miscreants to give him another reason to end them.

The Nosferatu glanced back at you. Your face was the same as that time, when he vanquished the undead that hunted you. He really was a monster. You were afraid of him.

Upon realizing you had your vampire’s attention, you tried to reach him further. “Just…just take the blood of the one who's already dead. And then…" your voice cracked and dropped to a whisper. "Let's go home. Please."

He focused on everything that was you, on the salt of your tears and sweat overlying body lotion. Your desperation. In the background were the pungent stench of gore and the unwashed bodies of men. The king growled as he stared at you again. It was your second thoughts about what you were getting yourself into by being with him that did it. He snuffed out his need to kill as he came back to himself.

You were petrified about what was next, but Dracula won’t let you regret your decision to stay. He did not wish to prove your trust in him was misplaced or that your reservations about him were well-founded.

“Since this is one of the only requests my darling little human has ever made of me, I shall grant clemency this time,” he snarled through razor teeth. The paralyzed men cowered at the demon in front of them, at last recognizing how close to Death’s door they came.

"Vermin such as yourselves aren't worth the effort anyways." The unholy king’s eyes glowed with a hellish light. "Leave," he commanded.

Under hypnotism, a ring of scarlet surrounded their irises and the thugs slunk away with a dazed expression. They were at last permitted to go through with their flight and disappear back into the bowels of London as his gaze bore holes through the backs of their skulls.

The danger passed. You were hiding behind the vampire, who felt your anxiety when his attention turned back to you. He could not fault your distaste for brutality and death. Despite his blinding fury moments ago, he was unable to maintain his anger with you. His expression lightened.

Silence.

You licked your lips, trembling with a bone-deep fear you hadn't felt in a long time. “Are you not going to drink his blood?" Staring everywhere except at your saviour, you eyed the corpse of squished organs, bones, and flesh painting the vegetation.

"Do you seek your meals from the gutter?" He snorted, eying the pile with disdain. "Besides… you are more than enough." The vampire grinned, a single fang glinting in the gloom like he just told you the best inside joke.

Your eyes widened at the unexpected change in atmosphere from the offhand comment. Alucard and his mood swings.

Taking a deep breath to soothe yourself, the tension was slow to leave you. You looked at him again. "Thank you for stopping," you told him with honest relief.

"Little one, you are safe when you walk the night with me. Nothing will harm you," he said as he faced you fully and brushed your cheeks gently.

You held his hand to your face, opening it up and leaning your cheek into the icy steel. He took a step to his right to block the view when you tried to examine the remains of the body turned into slush. A layer of clouds blocked the meager light of the moon so you couldn’t see it anyways. All you saw was the sunset in your vampire’s eyes.

You gulped. The eldritch power surrounding the vampire wrapped around you, and instinctively you knew it was cold, but you felt warm and safe on the inside. It felt like you were home.

"I believe you." You took the single step to close the distance between you and pressed up flush against the vampire.

Affection kindled in those stunning eyes. There it was, behind the face of another man, this ruthless king, was the Alucard you knew and fell for. Your expression broke as you buried your face in his chest, needing reassurance as the mess that came to pass tonight caught up with you.

He was caressing your head again, tousling it to the beat of your heart when you peeked up at him with dewy-eyed innocence. Resplendent little human, he will shelter you from the horrors of the world.

"Luna vieții mele."

"Pardon?"

"Tu ești luna vieții mele."

You blinked in confusion, straining to try catching the gist of his words, but it was hopeless. Fortunately many Latin languages share some similarities. You were reasonably sure he mentioned the moon.

"Și fără tine, nu există lumină."

How infuriating. If there was something Vlad wanted to say to you, he could just do so directly instead of using a foreign language you didn’t understand for dramatic effect.

"What does that mean?"

He gave you a cryptic smile and offered his arm. “It is time to return."

Yeah right, like hell it did. He said a lot more words than if he was just talking about going home. You stared at the outstretched arm of a gallant Medieval man, brows crinkling when he did not elaborate. It seemed you would have to figure out the meaning yourself.

You curled in to stay close to him, placing your hand on his arm and weaving your fingers around the crook of Dracula’s elbow so he could lead you home through the dark of night.

~To be Continued~

Ch. 13- TBD? "Stargazers in Romania"

Notes: Alucard really doesn’t like rapists.

Even knowing Alucard shapeshifts, it’ll take getting used to his other forms. It’d be weird if someone just accepts another body/face/voice/personality as their SO upon the first time meeting them, right? At least I think so. The Count is ‘her’ Alucard, for now at least.

This chapter isn't meant to be a character analysis of the historical person's actions, but more the reservations a rational person should have when deciding whether to stay as freaking Vlad III Dracula's SO.

It is admittedly a bit cliche that Alucard is always just in time to save the Reader from her demise, but in my other Hellsing work, she names him her “guide and guardian (angel).” The title is well-deserved.

*The next chapter will be delayed because I will be going on my honeymoon for several weeks. I’ll likely be able to fit in some writing time as we travel between countries. I’ll probably also be using that time to continue planning Part 2 of this story (we aren’t there yet). Yes that’s right, Millennium will feature in this fic, although I will only loosely follow the canon Ultimate events and be taking some liberties with how vampire things work.*

Buckle up, we’re only about half-way. I estimate there to be around 23-26 or so chapters in total to complete this fic, although later chapters will likely be shorter.

#alucard x reader #alucard x you #alucard fanfiction #hellsing ultimate #alucard hellsing #vladcard #hellsing #hellsing fandom #alucard

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The roses you sowed

Pairing: jealous Lady Lesso x reader

Genre: angst

Words: 1600

Note: OMG guys I just got my first request! Of course you can ask and I shall deliver. Hope this is gonna be up to your expectation dear. This is a free continuation of Barely a friend (can be read as a series or separately). I have a good idea for a third final (happy) part, but I'll only write it if I get a request for it so feel free to slide into my inbox.

Down and burned out. That’s how you have felt for the past two weeks. And the reason for that was just one, Lady Lesso. Your now ex-lover and friend who you thought you’ll surpass the whole world with. Everything was going so good at first. You became friends, then lovers. You’d spent so many little and big moments together, watching the stars, dancing under the moon, or just talking and reading together. You thought you’ll become the fated couple, the one true love no one could keep apart. Your happily ever after.

That was until she said you’re just a waste of space and time. The fact she took you for just a fuck buddy in the end broke your heart. You were too innocent, too naïve, too good for such evil truth. You didn’t want to believe it at first. Every morning you hoped it was just a bad dream, a nightmare the wicked spirits prepared to torment you. And every day you were broken a bit more to find out it was actually the harsh reality.

You became more distant and colder, something all your colleagues and even some students took notice of. You were still the sweet and caring Y/n, yet you never smiled anymore, your answers lacked compassion and your outfits were made of cold dark tones. Even the dean of good herself got a bit worried about your state. But nobody knew why the sudden change. How could they? You and Lesso always kept your somewhat relationship secret. No one could know the reputable dean of evil shares bed with the cute little teacher of good.

You carefully hang up a flower garland around the hall, preparing the place for the arrival of royal families. Your school hosted an annual meeting every year, welcoming new princes and princesses who finished their own story. The new winner had a chance to meet their seasoned counterparts and the first year students had new heroes to look up to. Maybe you’d consider inviting the villains too, if only they’d win anything in the last hundred years.

You busied yourself with preparations as you couldn’t stand standing around all day doing nothing. It gave you too much time to think and with thinking dark thoughts came immediately. So you offered yourself to decorate the room and prepare the menu, running it by the kitchen chief. Professor Dovey was happy you decided to involve yourself, it might be good for your mental health. You needed to get out of your shell soon, or you’ll become one dark stormy cloud.

As you were manipulating the flowers to look exactly how you ideated, you leaned over just a little too much and the stepladder under you gave up leaving you to fall to the ground. You screamed in shock, yet you didn’t painfully land on your butt as you imagined. Rather in strong hands that kept you safe from the hard floor. You slowly opened your eyes not sure you wanted to see where you ended up.

“Hello.” a sweet man’s voice greeted you. “Hope you didn’t get hurt too much?”

You couldn’t help but smile back for the first time in weeks. “No, thanks to you. I believe you saved my ass and my pride.”

“No need to thank me, it was my pleasure. Saving princesses in trouble is kinda my job.” he jokes.

“And it is my job to be polite mister..?” you looked at him questioningly.

“The name is prince Phillip my lady.” he smirks at you with a toothpaste commercial worthy smile.

“Well Mr. Phillip I think it’s time you put me down.” you remind him politely, not flirting too much but still enjoying his company.

“I wouldn’t mind carrying you around tho.” he remarks but sets you gently down regardless.

“Are you here for the hero celebration? It’s still two days till then.” you curiously ask.

“Yes, I came early to take care of other business too. And maybe I could help you out a little since I’m already here? You know, so that you don’t risk your life on the ladder again.” he offers.

You gladly agreed, hoping to get the work done faster and maybe have someone to talk to while doing it. Prince Phillip turned out to be educated, funny and actually not at all self-centered. You laughed with him and for a minute forgot to be the sad gloomy teacher. When you finished, he accompanied you to dinner and you offered to show him around the castle tomorrow. Neither of you noticed the redhead piercing you with her eyes the whole time. You’ve spent too much time pining after her when she wouldn’t spare you a glance to care now.

Leonora was desperately trying to convince herself she doesn’t care. She was just fucking you, and she can fuck anyone. Who cares you seem to be vanishing in front of her eyes? Who cares you look like you haven’t slept in a month? She doesn’t. So why should she care that you have a prince dancing around you? Taking you out? Making you laugh? Holding your hands? She definitely doesn’t. She isn’t one to care.

Except she does. And she can’t stand the image of you being happy with somebody else. Nobody should be allowed to make you laugh but her. She has to divert her eyes every time she sees you walking around the gardens with him. She feels like throwing up seeing him holding your waist. She has felt many emotions in her life. She felt satisfaction of torturing her failing students. She felt malicious glee secretly destroying Dovey’s flower beds. But she has never felt such jealousy like she felt now and she hated it.

Leonora Lesso was jealous. Jealous of the way this stupid prince was looking at you. Jealous of the fact he made you laugh. Jealous you let him touch you so intimately nobody else but she did. She tried avoiding you, having sex with someone else, burying herself in piles of work. But nothing could take this foul feeling of jealousy away. It was eating her alive every time she set eyes on you and your seemingly undetachable prince charming.

On the night of the hero welcoming she wished to be anywhere but here. She didn’t care to dress up, it’s not like she planned to spend more time than absolutely necessary. Opting to keep her standard attire of tailored suit and cane, hoping to blend in as much as possible. Yet her eyes were unconsciously looking for her princess in the crowd. And they found her as she stepped into the room, all dolled up, on the hand of the prince. She looked ethereal, like a fairy tale gone real. And Lesso wished nothing more than to be the one whose hand she’s holding.

Lesso clutched her cane so hard her knuckles were going white as she watched you dancing the night away, laughing and drinking with the foolish prince. She even contemplated arranging a little accident. Falling off of the astronomy tower suddenly didn’t sound so bad for the prince. If only looks could kill, hers would be deadly now. Sadly they can’t, so it did nothing but bother her and her alone, having to witness your rendezvous.

“Well you don’t seem to be enjoying yourself.” Dovey’s cheery voice snapped Lesso out of her murderous thoughts.

“And you find it surprising?” the dean of evil countered, she was never happy to make an appearance at such events, but it was her unpleasant duty.

“Maybe try to cheer yourself up a little, loosen up. You might find the ball surprisingly entertaining.” with unsolicited advice the dean of good got lost in the crowd with her glass of punch.

I’d find it entertaining cutting this fool’s head of, Lesso thought. But as much as she wanted to, she couldn’t do that. So she had to painfully stand around and watch you being lost in this dude’s eyes and dumb hero stories for at least half an hour more before she could inconspicuously disappear. Good thing is she didn’t have to see you the whole day after that, making excuses of being intoxicated from the night before. It was a lie, she barely had a glass of champagne. But she rather locked herself in her bedroom than risking seeing you with the dipshit again.

That was until the afternoon teachers’ meeting. Lesso didn’t rush to the library, knowing she’ll have to face your probably too happy face. What she didn’t expect was prince perfect standing by the table too. But she knew better than to ask questions and appear too interested in the good school’s business. She took her place by the head of the table, Dovey sitting across from her.

“Good afternoon. It is my pleasure to start this meeting with happy news.” the dean of good took the word. “Prince Phillip agreed to be so kind and join our staff. I believe he will lead our students to their amazing abilities and victories.”

Half the table started clapping but Lesso was having none of it. Her face was void of emotions, just blankly staring at the table. The rest of the meeting flew right pass her not keeping attention on anything. He’s staying. The poor excuse of a hero is staying, teaching right by your side at the school for good. You’re gonna share your methods and knowledge with him. He’s gonna take you away form her… more than he already has. And she can’t do anything about it. She’s reaping the roses she sowed.

#lady lesso x reader #lady lesso #lady leonora lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso #leonora lesso x reader #leonora lesso #the school for good and evil #school for good and evil #sge #tsfgae #fanfiction #fanfic #lady lesso angst #jealousy #dean of evil #jealous lady Lesso

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Happy Stone Day, everyone!

On this day, when celebrating the onion man is what most people indulge on, let's also turn our eyes to the fascinating civilization that is Ishigami village, in this mini post (compared to what I usually do anyway).

Starting with the reason I am doing this in the first place, Stone Day. It is a celebration from Ishigami Village that takes place in January 4th, which happens to be Senku's birthday, likely an easter egg left by Byakuya in the hundred tales. Unfortunately we weren't shown anything regarding what this celebration involves.

As the manga itself points out, Stone day is significant in several ways, for one, 1/4 is i-shi in japanese, which also means Stone. It is Senku's birthday (and if you've been following me you'll know that the day Senku was born in, January 4th 2004, was the day that Nasa's Spirit rover landed on Mars).

Another tradition is of course the grand bout, which there isn't much left to say about since it was explained in detail in the series, even down to its specific rules

Rule 6 is the only one that wasn't relevant in the series as far as I can tell.

It's been also vaguely implied that there are other fighting tournaments that take place in the village, which makes sense, since why would you keep an open arena just to use it once very 20 years or so?

(Sideways to save vertical space, Suika will pray for your neck)

However it's never explained how this tradition started to begin with; did it exist in treasure island and disappeared after the Ishigami branched off, or did it start with them in the mainland?

The society structure of contemporary treasure island is substantially different, with a number of small villages that are all (at least in theory) managed by a centralized government composed of the master (or "head" much to our amusement) and the prime minister, where most power is held by the master, who also serves as the main religious figure, being the one who largely keeps the hundred tales, which are passed from generation to generation along his lineage.

In Ishigami village things kinda flipped and thus spawned a system that is at least half matriarchal so to speak. Now political power is split between the chief and the priestess, where the chief holds most executive authority while the priestess holds most of the religious power, and it is the lineage of the priestess that keeps the tales and that power in-family, with the chief being some allegedly suited rando from the village.

Even though it's the obligation of the priestess to marry the chief, she is rarely if ever shown as a subordinate to him and both can be seen directing the village, which I think it's very interesting. The anime went as far as expanding on this, by implying that it was Ruri who told Kokuyo to abdicate his position to Senku.

Sneakily she gets to keep being the priestess without having to be engaged, and we see her taking leading roles from then on.

Now I've talked about religious figures but what is their religion to begin with? Hard to tell, we know that they believe in multiple gods who control the forces of nature such as lightning. Similarly it's also been shown that prior to Senku's arrival, they believed themselves to be the only humans on earth, at least some of them believed the earth was flat, and most bizarrely, they believed the moon was something akin to a floating lake, owning to its small apparent size, however that works.

Perhaps they took note of how water tends to form spheres due to surface tension? This reminds me of how some scientist a few centuries ago (but idr who at this moment) believed the moon to be a solid mass of congealed air.

The last thing I want to bring up is the Ishigami village rope, reportedly made with a special technique that's unique to them.

It is also said that the rope reflects rank and profession somehow, but this is not reflected in any noticeable way on the series itself. Boichi probably hadn't been told about this when he designed all 40 known villagers in the span of one week.

The rope is worn somewhere around the body, and it contains a single red thread spun into it, serving as a symbol of kinship among them.

For now I'll leave it at that, as it's getting pretty late in the day, and pretty much all of this is written on the wiki article to begin with. Hope you enjoyed it, I'll see you all some other day.

#dr. stone trivia #dcst stone day #dr stone #dr. stone #dcst #dcst senku #drstone #dcst kohaku #kohaku dr stone #dr stone kohaku #senku ishigami #dcst ruri #dr stone ruri #ruri dr stone #dcst suika #dr stone suika #suika dr stone

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lunaris1013 · 9 months

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#moon landing day #the onion #says it all really #happy moon landing day to those who celebrate

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teenytinyjimin · 22 days

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if it all ended tomorrow (k. seokjin)

if the sun refused to shine

baby, would i still be your lover?

would you want me there

if the moon went dark tonight?

summary: kim seokjin is an angel, and the only lover she ever needed.

pairing: seokjin x reader

word count: 2.07k

tags: major character death, perfect!seokjin (he’s already perfect anyway), enamored!oc that views him as her entire world

warnings: none except the fact that this is gonna be TRAGIC and i apologize so effing much

author’s note: kim line SLAUGHTERED 🔪 jk but interesting how my first three fics on here r of the kim line. anyways ty for the support <3

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If she were going to be honest with herself, she'd say, quite plainly, that her life has no meaning or no value. There had been far too much that had happened recently that left her almost numb to any thoughts or feelings she might have or, alternatively, want to have. Most of her days were spent either sitting in bed, stuffing her face with an ungodly amount of food, or going to work and overworking herself to the point where she could barely stand up because of how physically and mentally exhausted she was.

Nothing about these habits was enjoyable in any sense of the word. She didn't like the feeling of being unproductive and unworthy of life. She wanted so desperately to get back into the swing of things. But alas, she couldn't do it even if she forced herself to.

That's why she needed someone else to force her. And that's what happened today. She was invited to a celebration being hosted in an event building at a local park. Her mom encouraged her to 'get out of the house', her friends told her that it would be best to 'stay in-tune with reality', and her boyfriend's friend, a young man named Jungkook, practically begged her to go. Honestly, the first two encouragements weren't enough to get her to go to the event. It was Jungkook's pleading, with his big doe eyes welled with tears and face filled with worry - worry for her wellbeing - that convinced her that she should do something rather than rot in bed.

So here she was, outside of the private event building, watching people walk in before her. She was quite afraid to take a step inside the door because of the judgment she was anticipating. As soon as she was in sight of everyone within the room, she would receive stares, people would whisper, and she would be treated as if she were fragile and deserving of pity. She didn't want that. She just wanted to attend the celebration, make Jungkook happy, and leave.

With a deep sigh, she closed her eyes for a moment and tried to clear her mind of any anxiety she felt in that moment. Her first time being seen by other people in months was something that terrified her, but she wasn't going to let it get to her. She had already let a million other things get to her. Maybe her mom was right. Maybe she did need to get out of the house. Go back to normal life.

As soon as she stepped into the building, she admired how beautifully it was decorated. Pink decorations everywhere, with flowers and music and the sweet scent of roses and candy. It was truly incredible to see how well-put-together the celebration was. She was in awe.

She continued to look around in an attempt to spot people she recognized. She already saw Jungkook on the opposite side of the building with a few of his other friends, however he hadn't seen her yet. She also spotted her boyfriend's parents, standing and talking to other older adults with solemn looks on their faces. And finally, upon scanning the room a little more, she spotted her boyfriend himself. Kim Seokjin, the love of her life.

He looked beautiful. His face, so soft and full of life, sat there smiling back at her. The slight glow to him made him look unreal, as if he had been an angel who landed on earth just for her. Looking at him made her heart completely stop, as it always did, and her brain went fuzzy. Something about him always made her act like a complete fool and she was never able to behave normally around him. She was completely, entirely, 100% head over heels for this man and she always would be.

They say that when you die, the best moments of your life replay in your final seven minutes. And while she wasn't quite dead, looking at her Seokjin started those seven beautiful minutes.

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May 15th, 2015

Tousling her hair a little bit to give it last-minute volume, she heard the honk of a car horn outside of her home. In an enamored frenzy, she smiled widely and started spritzing on her perfume like a maniac before quickly looking in the mirror one last time. She didn't wear dresses all too often, so felt a bit overdressed, but she knew it was for good reason. She grabbed her purse and walked out the door, only to see her gorgeous boyfriend leaning against his car.

Now that she was seeing him in all his glory, she changed her mind. She now felt rather underdressed. Seokjin had his hair beautifully slicked back and was dressed in a stunning tuxedo, holding a bouquet of pink roses. His face, sheen and sparkly, lit up upon seeing her, and his plump lips curled into the softest of smiles.

"You look beautiful," he complimented as she approached him, offering her the roses. "I mean, you're always beautiful, but... wow." A bright red crept to her cheeks as she took the roses and planted a soft kiss upon his cheek. "So do you, Jinnie." His smile now growing much bigger, he gave her a gentle nod and turned to open her car door. As soon as she got in and situated, he closed the door and returned to his side, promptly getting in.

"I have dinner reservations for us, and then I thought we could see where the night takes us. I know neither of us really like being spontaneous, but I didn't really have any other plans," Jin admits sheepishly. "But I figured neither of us would mind as long as we were spending time together, right? Being next to you is enough for me."

"Sounds wonderful," She responded, placing a gentle hand on his knee. She didn't listen to a damn word he said, far too hypnotized by his beauty, but she'd do anything he wanted if it meant being with him.

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July 9th, 2016

“Don’t worry dear, they’ll love you.”

She felt her boyfriend leave a soft kiss on her temple before looking up at him with wide and nervous eyes. She hadn’t said anything since they got out of the car and approached the apartment complex, yet he could easily read her mind without any words being exchanged. Today she was meeting Jin’s best friends and she couldn’t be any more terrified.

She had heard a lot about them. Seokjin never stopped talking about them, in fact. He loved bragging about his friend group and the fun things they’d do, and it almost made her a little jealous because the truth was that she didn’t have a friend group that was even half as close as it seemed like these seven boys were.

“What if they don’t?” The words barely escaped her lips as her bottom one trembled in upset. She wanted to be strong for her boyfriend, she really did, but she was far too anxious about this. He let out a soft hum and reached out to press the stop button on the elevator before turning to her and grabbing her hands.

“Do you trust me?”

She stared into his eyes. His big, beautiful eyes. The eyes that would never tell a lie, and would never lead her astray. She knew she was in good hands, she truly did, but something about the situation made her uneasy. Perhaps it was just the fact that she was meeting so many people at once. Not just people, it seemed like they were a rather rowdy group of boys.

“…Yeah.”

Jin smiled gently as he reached in to place a kiss on her lips and restart the elevator at the same time. “Then you’ll be fine. I promise.”

And just as Jin had promised, she found herself engulfed in dozens of hugs by these six other boys. Not only that, but she felt as if she had been a part of their friend group, their little chaotic family, since the very beginning.

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October 23rd, 2022

"Are you awake yet, beautiful?"

Still half asleep, she stirred in bed, eyes opening to see a blurry Seokjin standing in the doorway of their shared bedroom. He was holding something rather large in both hands, however she wasn't yet awake enough to figure out what it was.

Letting out a soft groan, she rubbed her eyes and sat up in bed. Now that she was able to get a clear view of her gorgeous boy, still in his pajamas but otherwise ready for the day, she saw that he was holding a tray of food. It took her a second to realize that he was delivering her breakfast in bed, but once she realized, a huge grin appeared on her face.

"I am now..." She trailed off, marveling over the food that her lover was now placing in front of her as he crawled onto the bed next to her.

"I couldn't sleep any longer, so I decided to make you some food. I also cut up those strawberries we had in the fridge that we kinda forgot about." He grabbed one and looked at it. "I promise they're still good. I checked each one." Letting a soft giggle out, she looked over at Jin with lidded eyes. "Thank you, baby." She said as he offered her the strawberry in his hand which she accepted graciously.

The rest of their breakfast in bed date was comprised of Jin doing most of the talking while he fed her the different foods he had set up on the tray, insisting that he didn't want her to have to lift a finger and just wanted her to enjoy some good food. From time to time, he got a little too passionate about whatever topic he was speaking about and almost nearly missed her mouth completely, resulting in a few times where he had to wipe around her lips with a napkin and her teasing him until he shut her up with a kiss.

"You know," She said, taking a pause to swallow the food in her mouth. "I absolutely adore you."

"Glad to know the feeling's mutual," Seokjin smiled softly as he fed her the next bite.

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Present

“I’m glad you made it,” Her attention was drawn from the picture of her boyfriend to the voice coming from next to her, none other than Jungkook. “It would’ve hurt if you didn’t come.”

She sighed, looking over at her friend with sad eyes. “I didn’t want to if I’m honest. But I knew that if anyone had to be here it had to be me.”

Jungkook wrapped an arm around her shoulders as they stood in silence for what seemed like forever. Part of her wanted to break down sobbing in order to release the emotion she’s been holding on to for so long. But the other part of her, the bigger part, enjoyed the silence and enjoyed spending it with one of her boyfriend’s best friends.

“You know he loved you, right? More than anything in this world,” Jungkook looked at her briefly before looking back at the framed picture of Jin. “You were his everything. There wasn’t a single conversation we had that didn’t involve you in some way. Nothing else mattered to him but you.”

She knew that what Jungkook was saying was true, even if she didn’t want to physically admit it. Obviously they never spoke about funeral plans because they never saw either one of them dying so soon, but she knew that if Seokjin wanted a celebration of life she was the only one he’d ever want there. No one else mattered except for her. The world could have been engulfed in flames but he would’ve been as happy as can be if she was happy too. He would’ve moved mountains for her, walked across a desert with no water for her, killed for her. And the truth is that she would have done the same for him.

Life without Jin wasn’t going to be an easy one. But coming to the celebration of life, seeing his picture, and spending a moment with one of his closest friends made her realize that if she truly loved him, she would do what he would’ve wanted and keep living. For him. Her dearest angel Jin.

#teenytinyjimin #bangtan #bts fanfic #bts #bts fanfiction #bts fic #bts jin #bts seokjin #bts jungkook #seokjin fanfic #jin fanfic #kim seokjin #seokjin x reader #jin x reader #fanfic #jungkook #jeon jungkook

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the-desilittle-bird · 10 months

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Can you write something about Helaena targaryen x male uncle targaryen reader.

Where instead of marrying Aegon she marries the reader and they have children while being happy together ( Helaena deserves heaven ) 💕😽

AN- I have never written for Helaena but I love her so very much. She deserves way better than Aegon. But alright, let's give her what she deserves here...

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

Ecliptic Wedding

Helaena Targaryen x Male!Reader

Summary- In the presence of the solar eclipse, the dragons wed in love...

Warnings- None

GIF Credits to @bonniebird

The preparations to welcome the long gone prince granted the Red Keep a new life of joy and relief. The heavy tensions between the two fractions of the House of Dragon had soften on to a slight as the Queen and Princess worked together to welcome the King's second brother.

The Kind; they called him. But that didn't do any justice to his other virtues. The prince was am excellent tactician, mostly away to win wars for the crown or to aid a house which is sinking into dirt. The edge of his sword could only rival his brother's Dark Sister.

The Green Siblings had only heard of the mysterious person they were related to. Only seen him in an old portrait of their family; where he stood beside Daemon with a proud smile and a posture which was too kingly for a prince. But then again, they knew that he was one of the contenders for the Iron Throne when the Old King died.

He had gave up the throne for his brother Viserys and sister Rhaenys; pledging fealty to whosoever sits upon it and rules the Seven Kingdoms; pledging that his life and death belonged to them and so did his sword.

"Have you ever met him mother?" The dear daughter of the king asked her mother with a dreamy edge to her smile. "I have, quite a lot of times, dear. He is everything they speak and more." Alicent could see the glaze in Helaena's beautiful eyes, the admiration she held for her uncle.

Honestly, she thought that Helaena desired the best in the realm. Her gentle soul too pure for the entire world; and she needed to be protected, at any cost.

A moon had passed since the arrival of the Kind Prince and the realm has been celebrated since then. The joy on Viserys and Daemon could not be contained as they united with their brother; reminiscing old memories and sharing laughter and drowning cups of wine.

Alicent was happy, to see her husband doing well now that his dear brother has returned. Viserys might not have improved but he showed no signs of discontent in the last few days; instead he was quite healthy.

But the Queen's happiness had other reasons as well. She saw how well the prince mixed with her children. He would tell Aegon and Aemond stories of victories and glorious battles; practicing sword with the former as well.

Helaena and the prince were the most close. Their sweet conversations and fleeting touches and discreet glances couldn't hide from Alicent.

"Maybe we should marry your brother to our Helaena." She had proposed one fine evening to her husband as she carefully scrubbed his hand. The stink of blood had clinched to him when he came back from the hunt along with his brothers.

"A fine idea, Alicent. But I must speak to my brother as well."

Only if they knew that both the prince and princess had already flew to Dragonstone on their dragons. A priestess waiting for them with a burning fire while the dragonblade needed for the ceremony was kept safely in the Prince's tunic.

"Are you sure you wish for this, my princess?" He whispered once they landed on the ancestral seat of their family, aiding his princess down with a gentle hand.

Helaena only smiled, turning to him, "I have only waited for you all these years, my prince. I only want you and nothing else."

"The ceremony might hurt you a bit, but the sting will go away soon," he whispered, nodding to the priestess who started the ceremony with the string of Valyrian words leaving her throat. But her words were drowned, for the prince and princess had only the sense of their intertwined hands and amethyst eyes.

As the eclipse began, the dragons bounded to each other with the gods watching from the sky and the dragons growling softly; nuzzling into the others as they watched their riders swear their lives and loyalty to each other.

Forever and after.

#house targaryen #hotd imagine #house of the dragon #hotd au #helaena imagine #helaena x reader #helaena targaryen #helaena targaryen x y/n #helaena targaryen x reader #ask

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A/N: Okay here’s a birthday fic for Peter that I’m posting on Andrew’s birthday because we wouldn’t have our beloved Peter #3 without him! It’s a cute, fluffy, adorable piece. I hope you guys enjoy it and as always let me know what you think! (P.S. these pictures are exactly how I picture Peter in this fic, okay bye!)

Word Count: 6.2k+

Birthdays are funny in that they vary depending on the person being celebrated. There are those who adore birthdays and attempt to stretch them out for all they’re worth. One single day isn’t enough to celebrate them so a birthday week is more appropriate or even a birthday month. There are those who despise birthdays and detest growing older, forgoing the festivities entirely.

People like your best friend, Peter, are completely indifferent to them. He wouldn’t mind a handmade card and a single cupcake and would be content. If someone decided to throw a bash he would appreciate the effort that went into the planning and those that took time out of their schedule to attend. The key being he was simply happy to be involved.

Every year you tried to gain insight into how he was feeling about his birthday to gauge what he would most enjoy and for the last few years it had been incredibly simplistic. Last year consisted of cake, ice cream, a singular present, and a handmade card which had sent him over the moon.

May had snuck into the apartment whilst you two were sleeping and decorated the space. Balloons littered the floor, streamers hung from the walls and ceiling, a happy birthday banner strung along the wall met you both with a surprised laugh.

Peter had started the day with a birthday bagel and a large smile and ended the day with consuming ¾ of an entire birthday cake and a crafty birthday card which took you three hours to make that he swore he would cherish always. This year was going to be different. Very different.

He gingerly opened the card you had presented to him the day before his birthday, eyeing you with questions dancing in his eyes as you bounced excitedly on the couch next to him. When two faux plane tickets fell out onto his lap, his brows furrowed.

“Okay, so obviously I couldn’t get the real ones yet because they’re on my phone, but I’m taking you on a trip for your birthday this year!” You couldn’t contain your excitement as he monitored you from the corner of his eye, trying to read what the tickets said your destination was.

He chuckled as he saw the city written in gold lettering, glitter cascading down onto his shirt. “Vegas?” You jumped up and did your best Elvis impersonation you could manage. “Uh huh. It’s only for a quick weekend getaway, but I wanted to do something big for you this year and what’s bigger than Las Vegas!”

Peter rubbed his face and laughed at your excitement as you bounced around the living room. “We leave tomorrow morning?” You landed on his lap, his hands pulling you into him to wrap you up in a hug. “Thank you. This’ll be great,” you placed a sloppy kiss on his cheek as you stood, taking him with you and leading him towards his room.

“We need to get you packed. I’ve been packed for three days. Do you know how hard it was to keep this a secret from you?” He leaned on the doorframe, watching you in adoration as you rambled on about how long you had been planning this birthday surprise for him.

It was freezing. You peeked your eyes open and the room was wrapped in darkness. Only a top sheet covered you as you attempted to gather your bearings and let your eyes adjust to the pitch black surroundings.

As you moved your neck you felt like a semi truck had run you over, a headache pounding against your head, eyes feeling like they were going to fall out. You whimpered, a groan following as the body in bed next to you began to move.

“I need you to stop moving,” a hand landed on your bare back, stilling you. His voice was scratchy and sleep riddled, but you knew it was Peter. You rolled over facing him as you saw his eyes were heavy with exhaustion, bloodshot and barely opened.

The mattress below you felt like a water bed as you rolled. “I’m gonna throw up,” you whispered out. The thwip of webs echoed in the quiet room as a trashcan landed under your chin seconds later. “Do it in the bin, please,” he grabbed a fistful of your hair as you dry heaved.

Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you reached blindly on the nightstand next to you for the bottle of water you explicitly remember placing there for your future self. “Peter, I can’t-I can’t find it,” you murmured out.

A loud sigh left him as he prepared himself to sit up for the first time. He exhaled dramatically as he propelled himself up to scan the room for the bottle. Another web released as he found it, but this time not as nimble as before. You heard the thump of it hitting him in the temple.

Giggles fell from you as he tossed the bottle to you, laying down whilst rubbing the spot, landing harshly on his pillow as you sipped, washing the remnants of bile from your mouth.

“Are you as naked as I am right now?” He spoke out after a few minutes as you rubbed at the bridge of your nose, a dull ache persistent.

Your hand went below the sheet and felt your bare thigh. “Mhm,” you mumbled back as he groaned. Neither of you spoke again as you searched your memories, trying to piece together what had happened the night before.

“Fuck. Did we-did we do it?” You swallowed thickly at the possibility. The relationship you two had always teetered on more. People commented all the time on the closeness of you both. You were a borderline couple as is, but this was a threshold you had only ever thought of, never acting on.

There had been a few drunken kisses exchanged before, his touch familiar and comfortable because it happened so often, and you said you loved each other constantly. Nearly every single day, but was Peter in love with you like you knew were with him?

You sighed as you peered at the boy next to you. He was incredibly handsome. Sure, you’d harbored a crush on him for a few years, but you knew better than to act on it. However, drunk you was an entirely different person, obviously, and although the actions from the previous night were slipping your mind, based on the current situation, sex was entirely plausible.

“I’m thinking yes, but I don’t remember anything. Do you remember anything, Pete?” He shook his head, hair flopping around as he did. “I don’t. I take that back. I remember a lot of lights. Like neon lights. Signs maybe?” You chuckled as you moved to your back. “That means we were on the Strip.”

Your left hand went to your face, rubbing your eye when you felt something unfamiliarly cool brush against your skin. You peeked your eye open to see what it was. As you held your hand out in front of you both, you looked at the gold band around your ring finger.

“When did I get a ring?” He leaned over, resting his large head on your covered chest, nuzzling into you. “Dunno,” was all he offered in return. You dropped your arm, tracing circles on his skin.

A loud, shrill sound rang. “Oh no, no, no. Peter, get it! Turn it off!” Your hands went to your ears, burying your face in the pillow as he climbed over you, grabbing the hotel phone and answering it.

“Hello? Okay, thank you,” he placed the phone back on the receiver and pushed off of you, standing up. “We set up a wake up call,” you groaned, pulling the sheet over the top of your head, cursing your past self for it.

Peter shuffled around as he gathered his clothes, slipping back into them. He slowly approached the curtains. “Close your eyes. I’m opening them,” you started to protest, but to no avail. Without any hesitation he pulled them apart, light flooding into the room, piercing your eyes.

As he turned around his hand went to his mouth, looking around the room in bewilderment. You reappeared from under the covers and saw what he was gawking at. The entire room was borderline trashed.

Bedding and towels littered the floor, webs hung from the walls, takeout trash took up all possible countertop and table space, discarded alcohol bottles filled the nightstands and dresser top.

“Oh, babe. What did we do?” Peter’s laugh followed his question as he looked at the damage, moving towards the bathroom. Your gaze went upwards, looking at what awaited you on the ceiling.

In webbing, words sat there. Your eyes widened, sitting up fast and staring at the bathroom that Peter had just gone into in complete shock. JUST MARRIED. It stared down at you as you let it wash over you.

Slipping back into your t-shirt and panties you quickly approached the bathroom door, knocking fervently as the shower began to run. “Peter! Pete, open the door,” the door slid open as he appeared before you.

You reached in and grabbed his hand, seeing a gold band adorning his finger, matching yours. “Oh my god. Peter, oh my god!” He laughed as he held his hand up to yours. “We match. Look,” he continued chuckling as you walked back to the bed and sat with your head in your hands.

He followed you, concern etching across his face at your mood. “Babe, what’s wrong?” You looked into his honey eyes as he crouched in front of you, pointing upwards, silently telling him where to look. His head tilted back, jaw opening and closing like a fish out of water at the wording.

“Holy shit. I don’t remember. Did we actually get married?” You shook your head, running your hands through your hair, pushing it away from your face. “I have no idea, Pete. I seriously am having such a hard time remembering anything. We’ve never gotten drunk like that before,” small tidbits of memories flashed in your mind.

Caesars Palace, laughing at the statue of the naked man and his penis. The Cosmopolitan and the chandelier bar. The Bellagio and the gardens. New York New York and the roller coaster. No memory of a wedding.

Your eyes flew open to see him standing in front of you, rubbing his face tiredly. The gold band looked immaculate on his slender flinger. It looked like it was always meant to be there. Your heart tightened at the thought that it was there because of you. For you.

“I don’t remember. I remember we started at Caesars. That’s where we found out that if you gamble they give you free drinks. We got shit faced playing video poker, walked around the casino floor and saw that statue of the naked guy. We laughed at his penis for like five minutes straight before we left. Where did we go next?”

Peter leaned on one leg, snapping his fingers as the memory washed over him. “We went right. You wanted to go to some bar you had heard a lot about. Like a lamp bar or something? We only got like one or two drinks there,” you laughed as you remember trying to act distinguished in the high end resort.

“Yeah, we-we ordered Cosmopolitans thinking it was funny. I sat on your lap the entire time because there was only one seat available. The waiter didn’t think it was as funny, but it was because I spilled the drink down the front of your white dress shirt,” Peter’s eyes closed as he recalled the events.

“That’s right. I had to buy another one. You didn’t want to walk all the way back to the hotel, I offered to swing us and you said, ‘You can’t do that. Spider-Man only exists in New York. Las Vegas doesn’t know about him,’ which is not true because I make national news almost every week,” you rolled your eyes as he approached you, hands cupping your jaw.

“Okay, let’s get ready. We’ll try and think of more, but I’m starving and so hungover and want waffles so bad,” he smushed your cheeks together, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead as you nodded your head. His eyes fell to your hand that rested on his hip. He hesitated for a second as he saw the band that sat on your skin.

Peter’s hands fell from your face as he moved back to the bathroom. “Do you want to shower first?” He stopped as he stood at the door, scratching the back of his neck, a light blush tinting his skin.

You nodded and smiled at him. It was a major step, but one that you felt was right in the moment. As you approached him, chests brushing together as you squeezed past to get in the bathroom, you gently kissed the underside of his jaw, feeling him still completely at the motion.

You didn’t want to overthink the situation as you undressed, the door open, his bare back facing you, offering you some privacy. It was silly, you thought. Not only had you two slept together last night, but you were married. Literally man and wife.

What did you want to happen? Lean into the drunken mistake and see what could happen? You had known him for years, he was your best friend, you loved him. You really did. Is this how you imagined this happening? No, not at all. Could you work with this, though?

You crossed the small bathroom, placing your hand on his back. He turned and saw you standing before him, completely nude. He swallowed thickly, almost frightened to look down and see anymore of you.

Letting your hand move to the back of his neck, lightly tugging at the stands that sat there, leaning towards one another. “I want to kiss you really bad, but I haven’t brushed my teeth and I got sick less than a half an hour ago,” he laughed, agreeing with you and watched as you stepped back from him.

“Do you-you wanna shower with me?” You let the question hang between you two, nerves wracking you. He could turn you down easily. Not wanting to let this go any further between you two. You braced yourself for the rejection that could answer every question swimming in your head, possibly shutting down any chance of making this weird situation work.

He only nodded, doe eyes staring down at you, a slight tremble to his hands. Your lip sucked between your teeth, gently gnawing at the flesh as you mimicked his move, nodding along with him. The water splashed against your shoulder, dipping your head back to feel the water pulsate against you.

Your headache was still pounding, but Peter’s arms enclosed around you, pulling you towards him. You opened your eyes and saw his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth, yours in one of the hands wrapped around you, pressing into your back.

You took it from his hands, quickly running over your teeth, setting it on the shower lip. As soon as it was out of your hand, Peter had you pulled against him, lips crashing together. He turned you both so he stood directly under the water, hands holding your jaw in place to meld to him as he explored you.

An involuntary moan slipped past your lips as you felt his tongue brush against your lips, your hands tangling into his soaked hair, his stubble rubbing against your face as you two moved forward in whatever mess your drunkes selves had gotten you into.

Knowing Peter possibly felt the same turmoil of feelings you did made you feel better. Of course this was a complete disaster, but there was a chance you could make this work. You just needed to remember what the fuck had happened the night before.

“Watch, watch this. You-ya think you’re the only one who can do cool stuff?” You pulled Peter’s attention to yourself as you awkwardly jumped from a bench in front of The Linq. His jaw fell slack, clapping at your small exertion.

“Holy shit, that was awesome. I need to make you your own,” he looked around to see if there were people around you both, wrapping his arm around your neck and pulling you into him as he whispered into your ear. “I’m gonna make you your own web shooters. Can’t be Mrs. Spider-Man if you don’t have your own web shooter,” you nodded enthusiastically, sipping from the insanely large frozen daiquiri bottle you had purchased earlier that evening.

You hands grabbed at his dress shirt, crumpling it in your fist as you pulled him into a kiss. He fully leaned into you, hands pawing at your waist to get you as close to him as possible. “Thank you, Mr. Spider-Man. If I have my own web thingies then I can help you! We can save New York together,” your eyes glistened with tears at the idea of being crime fighting partners together.

He wiped at your eyes, a large goofy smile taking over his features. “No, no, no. Too dangerous for my wife. I’ll save New York for the both of us, ‘kay?” You sniffled as he kissed the apples of your cheeks. “M’kay. Wait! That’s the Eiffel Tower! When’d we get to Paris? You didn’t have to take me to Paris for our honeymoon!”

You groaned as you sipped your orange juice, a piece of paper in between you both as you mapped out the night, trying to place when and how it had happened. The only things that had been filled in so far was the start of the night at your hotel, The Wynn. Then you walked to Caesars, followed by the Cosmopolitan, and then New York New York where you both rode the roller coaster.

Photo evidence existed at the New York New York signaling you were already married, the bands clear as day in the souvenir picture. There was a large gap between the New York New York and the Cosmopolitan, knowing it had happened sometime between then.

The bar shenanigans had happened at or around ten pm and the photo from the ride was stamped at midnight, right when the ride closed for the night. You vividly remember begging the ride attendants to let you on for the last one of the night, claiming you were newlyweds and there was nothing more in the world that you wanted.

The Bellagio happened sometime after that, followed by getting dinner as husband and wife at In-N-Out. That trash was evident in the hotel room.

You two sat at a breakfast table by the pool, trying to piece the night together. Sunglasses sat on both of your faces, your hair put up, the heat already scorching. Peter’s fingers tapped the pen along the side of the table, hand rubbing at his jaw in confusion.

“And we have absolutely no pictures from the wedding? No pictures of us getting the rings?” You shook your head, resting your forehead in the palm of your hand. “I don’t think so,” your knee was continuously bouncing, but he reached out across the table, taking your hand into his.

“Babe, we’re gonna figure this out. I’m just sorry I got you into this,” his thumb brushed along the top of your hand. “What do you mean?” He leaned back in his chair and shrugged. “I’m pretty sure this was my idea. I mean I don’t entirely remember, but god it sounds like something I would do,” you laughed and nodded your head.

“Does sound like something you would do,” the server came over, placing eggs benedict in front of you and waffles in front of Peter. He thanked her as she lingered by the table for a minute, fluttering her eyelashes at the boy across from you.

She had been flirting with him since you had been seated in her section. At first you didn’t mind, but the more she did it and the more obvious it became, the more irritated you grew.

A sudden wave of jealousy washed over you at the audacity that this woman had to flirt with him right in front of you for the fourth time that morning. For some reason you both decided to wear the rings. Neither of you really said anything after you exited the shower together, got dressed, and both slipped the rings back on as you walked down to the pool restaurant for breakfast. It just felt right. At least for the mean time until you decided what your course of action was.

“I just wanted to say that you’re very handsome and if I could get your number,” you scoffed at her and her boldness and held his hand up towards her as his face grew pink. “We’re married, but thank you,” she opened and closed her mouth, quietly apologizing and scurrying off as Peter smirked.

“Jealous, huh?” You shrugged, stabbing the breakfast potatoes harshly. “I mean the ring was right there. She saw it,” he leaned on the table, both elbows on the surface. “You’re cute when you’re jealous,” your face grew warm at his words. You couldn’t fight the smile that took over your face when you looked at him.

He had such a large smile, showcasing all his teeth. “Eat your waffles.” A ding on your phone brought your attention to the screen. “Oh shit, Peter. These are our wedding pictures.”

“No, no, you don’t understand. We just got married tonight and all we want to do is ride the roller coaster. Please! My husband has been dying to do this since we landed here and I promised him we would,” the attendant rolled her eyes and motioned for you two to go through the line.

You jumped, spinning around and wrapping your arms around Peter’s neck in a tight hug. “C’mon, we gotta go!” He pulled you behind him, the top buttons on his shirt undone, hair a tousled mess from the night.

“When they take the picture on the ride we have to show our rings, okay?” You took his chin in your hand, trying to be serious, but failing as he nodded, leaning down to attack your neck in kisses. “Whatever you want, Mrs. Parker,” butterflies erupted in your stomach at the name.

Peter helped you sit in the coaster seat, pulling down the chest restraint for you, your dexterity practically non-existent. “Remember to show your ring!” You screamed out as the ride pulled out for the last course of the night.

“I’ll take a double double, animal style fries, and a lemonade,” you said, fully leaning your weight against Peter, exhaustion taking you over. He ordered the same, escorted you out to the Uber in the parking lot, and let your eyes fall shut as you went back towards the hotel.

The room was scorching when you entered, immediately taking your shoes off, ripping the comforter top from the mattress as you walked past. Peter handed you your burger as you took a huge bite, moaning as you chewed. He pulled you into his lap, eating your first meal together as husband and wife, giggling about the events that had transpired from earlier in the evening.

You grabbed his web shooters from his arm, letting him assist you in putting them on yourself as you shot the strands out all around the room. He put you on his back, crawling onto different walls to let you feel like you were Mrs. Spider-Man.

He took them back from you and the shit eating grin on his face made you laugh. “Here, lay-lay down. Close your eyes. I’m gonna do somethin’ for you,” you laid back on the bed, squeezing your eyes shut as you heard him working above you.

The bed shifted as he laid down next to you, snuggling into your neck as he did. “‘Kay, open your eyes,” you did and a loud gasp flew from your mouth as you saw the webbed writing on the ceiling.

JUST MARRIED. You sniffled as Peter kissed your neck and jaw, moving your head to capture your lips. “Love you,” he murmured against you. He climbed on top of you, deepening the kiss as you smiled against him, unbuttoning his dress shirt.

“Love you more.”

The sun had your skin feel like it was sizzling as you laid by the pool. A large shadow covered you and you peeked a glance at who was in front of you. Peter stood to the side of you, water dripping from him as he pushed his hair back, black swim trunks hugging his thighs as he smiled down at you. His muscles were on display and you couldn’t help but stare at the gorgeous boy.

“Come get in with me,” you shook your head and giggled. “Can’t get my hair wet,” an exasperated sigh fell from him as he got on his haunches to the side of you. His skin was cool to the touch, showing the water was a good temperature.

His fingertips tilted your head towards him, lips capturing yours sweetly as the water droplets from some stray strands dripped over your face. “Please? I promise I won’t get your hair wet,” your lips pursed in thought before giving in.

As you climbed into the water, Peter shot a group of guys a mean glare as he got in after you. “What was that about?” You asked as you leaned on the pool's side. He shrugged, looking back towards the group and seeing they had turned their attention elsewhere.

“Those dickwads have been oogling you since we got to the pool,” you looked over to where they sat and you smiled at the boy. “Didn’t notice. You’re sexy when you’re jealous,” he rolled his eyes as he approached you in the pool, hands landing on either side of you.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s rude to stare, no matter how pretty you are, but you’re mine,” your face burned at his words. You were his. Technically speaking you were his. He smiled as he leaned down, lips brushing together again. “Should we go to the chapel?” You asked as he pulled back, a sigh falling from him, his head dropping as he nodded.

“Seems like a smart choice, doesn’t it?” When your phone had gone off, the email only said that your wedding photos were ready for viewing at the Little White Chapel. It was going to be your best bet for answers.

Your hand gently touched his cheek as he went to move from you. “Hey, we’re good. Okay?” He smiled at you, kissing your forehead as you followed him out of the pool.

“Okay so tonight we need some sort of game plan,” you hobbled around the room, one heel on as you slipped into the other one. Peter stepped out of the bathroom and stopped in his spot as he eyed you.

His white button up and gray pants looked great together. He was rolling the sleeves to his elbows as he took you in. “Jesus, I’m gonna have to fight guys all night, aren’t I?” You stood up straight as you finished putting your earring in, beaming at him as he walked towards you.

“I look okay, then?” He laughed, tucking his web shooters into his pocket, smoothing his hair back as he put his shoes on. “Gorgeous, babe. Breathtaking as always,” your cheeks burned at his admission, going to your purse and pulling out two small Fireball shooters.

Hiding them behind your back, you smiled at him as he sat on the bed. “I need to see the chandelier bar at the Cosmo, the gardens at Bellagio, and we need to see the Eiffel Tower at the Paris,” he nodded his head at your plans.

“I only have one request,” you stood between his legs, one of his hands gently rubbing your thigh as he spoke. “I need to get In-N-Out at some point tonight. Don’t care when it is, but I need to,” his eyes narrowed at you and tried to look behind you.

“What’s behind your back?” You placed one of them in his hands and were giddy with excitement as you unscrewed your lid. “Just to start us off for the night,” he chuckled, taking the lid off of his and clinking the bottles together before swallowing the entire thing down in one go.

“Fuck. We’re gonna get hammered. Do you think we should leave notes for ourselves so we remember what happens tonight?” he asked as he followed you out of the hotel room.

“Nah, we’ll be fine. I don’t blackout when I drink, I’ll remember.”

The old woman that sat at the desk of the Little White Chapel, clasped her hands together, a look of excitement and joy washing over her as you two entered the building. Her name tag read Cheryl, but you didn’t recognize her despite the sheer joy seeping from her at your arrival.

“If it isn’t my two favorite newlyweds! Come, come, we have your adorable pictures ready,” you nervously turned to Peter, seeing him shoot you an uneasy glance as you followed her over to the computer.

When you took the seat next to Peter’s she giggled and turned the screen. “So, I see today you want your own chair. Last night, you refused!” You awkwardly laughed at her as she pulled up the pictures.

Your eyes widened and you brought your hand to your mouth, a gasp escaping you as you set eyes on your ceremony, your memory crystal clear on what had led to that moment you were looking at.

“Cheryl, can we have a moment?”

“Baby, baby, baby,” Peter’s hand enclosed around yours and pulled you into him. Your giggles were loud as you stood in front of the Bellagio fountains, waiting for the show to start. “Yes, that’s me,” you pushed your pointer finger into his cheek as his eyes scanned over your entire face.

“I have a secret to tell you,” he whispered out as your head fell to his chest, a surprised look etching onto your face. “Me? I know all your secrets, Peter,” your eyes scanned the crowds around you, but you pulled his head down to meet your lips as you whispered into his ear.

“I know you’re Spider-Man. Don’t worry, I won’t tell no one. Your secrets safe with me,” he didn’t move back far as he stared down at you, that goofy grin you loved so much that made your heart skip a beat every time you saw it took its form.

“No, that’s not it,” his hands moved from your hands to your jaw as he continued, watching your brows furrow in confusion. “I love you. I’m so in love with you. Stupidly in love with you. Have been for yyyeeaaarrsss,” he dragged out the word, laughter mixing with his words as he spoke.

You pulled him to you, securing his lips to yours. “Peter! I haven’t told you before cause of things, but I love you, too. So so much. I didn’t think you would like me back,” you felt tears welling in your eyes as you spoke, sadness closing around you at the thought.

“No, baby! I love you. I so love you,” you jumped into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist, kissing your best friend for the first time romantically. Declaring your love for one another in a way that was possibly the least romantic way for it to have happened, but you didn’t care because Peter loved you.

Your eyes widened as a thought popped into your head. You pulled your head back from where it had been in his neck and looked down at the love struck man. “We should get married,” his eyes matched yours as he nodded his head eagerly.

“That’s such a good idea, babe! See, that’s why I love you. You’re so smart,” he spoke against your lips squished together. He set you down and grabbed your hand, smacking his own against his forehead.

“We gotta get rings and I need a new shirt since you won’t let me go back. I can’t marry you without a ring, sweetheart,” you wrapped your fingers together with his as he started pulling you towards the Forum Shops. “Okay, but they have to be matching. I wanna match with you,” he nodded his head, kissing your temple.

“Genius. Absolutely genius.”

You covered your eyes with your hand as you looked at the images. Uncontrollable laughter started to flow from you as Peter joined in. Neither of you could breath as you looked at the wedding picture album, wiping tears from your eyes as you looked at him.

“I can’t believe we did this, Peter,” he nodded his head, laughter still wracking him. There you two stood at the altar, Elvis Presley officiating, as Peter dipped you, locked in a deep kiss, one of your legs kicked up.

His hand never left yours, thumb continuously rubbing the back of your hand. “Fuck, I know,” he finally manged to catch his breath and you looked at him, guilt wracking you.

“It was my idea, Peter,” his eyes looked around widely as he tried to place the memory. His eyes met yours, widening as you nodded your head, a laugh escaping you. “You told me you loved me and I said we should get married. So we did. This was all me,” he rubbed his jaw, bringing your hand to his lips, kissing the band that wrapped around your finger.

“Let’s order these pictures because they’re amazing. We’ll get back to the hotel and talk about it, okay?” You nodded your head as he called the woman back in.

“We’ll take the lot.”

Cheryl placed the bouquet in your hands, a tiny veil adorned your head as you turned back towards Peter. You nervously bounced around, looking at him.

You were about to marry Peter and it was the best idea you had ever thought of. Now, you were shocked Peter went along with it, but it meant he loved you too. All those years spent pining for him, living in the same apartment together, could’ve been spent as a couple.

It was incredibly silly when you thought about it, but you were about to rectify that right now. Peter’s smile grew as he eyed you. “My beautiful bride. Fuck, I’m gonna marry the shit out of you right now,” you let him pull you into a kiss, all nerves forgotten. He winked at you as he walked into the chapel to wait for you to walk down the aisle to him.

“Cheryl, you’re amazing and it’s Elvis right? He’s gonna marry us? Cause that’s what my fiance wants and I want him happy,” You asked Cheryl as she helped you adjust the veil back into place that Peter had knocked off center with the force of the kiss he had planted on you.

“Yes, honey. Elvis is out there with him now. You’re all set,” you gave her a big hug as the music echoed, signaling it was time for your walk. You practically ran down the aisle to meet him at the end. There was Elvis, in all his glory, waiting to marry you both.

When you reached the altar, Peter took your hands in his, bouquet forgotten and tossed onto one of the pews. “This is one of the best impersonators I’ve ever seen,” Peter whispered to you in amazement. You nodded enthusiastically, scanning the costume the man adorned. “Oh my gosh, I know!”

The ceremony was fast, done in the blink of an eye, but Peter stopped Elvis before he finished. “Wait, wait. I have to say something. Honey, you are the light of my life. I thought I knew happiness before I met you, but that doesn’t even compare to how I feel when I’m with you. You are the love of my life. You are the funniest, sweetest, most caring and loving person I know. I cannot even begin to imagine my life without you, baby. I know this is crazy and we did this so fast, but that’s so much better. We get to figure it all out together. You and me. Husband and wife. Mr. and Mrs. Parker. Forever. I cannot wait to spend the rest of my days with you. We should go to In-N-Out for dinner after this and then-”

You paused the video as Peter continued rambling, laughter wracking you both at his words. Tears were streaming down your face as you sat on the hotel bed with him. When you two got back to the room you silently cleaned up, not knowing what to say to each other.

Confessing love is one thing, but getting married is another beast. Something that should’ve happened in the future. Not on a drunken trip to Vegas.

Peter cleared his throat as you looked at him, wiping your eyes. “I meant it. Every word. I know it’s incredibly stupid what we did, but I’m happy. I’m so happy. I really do love you that much. I’ve loved you since I’ve known you. If you don’t want to stay married that’s fine, but I just want you to know that I love you. A lot.”

You leaned forward, joining together in a deep kiss as you laughed through wet tears. “I love you, Peter. I think we can work this out,” a triumphant smile graced his features. “I know we can, babe. Best birthday ever.”

Your laugh bounced off the walls as he attacked your sides, lips nibbling on your neck as he moved you both to lay down. “Peter, how do we clean the webs off the ceiling?”

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Could you do an ABO Headcanon of Alphas!Overblot Gang x Omega!Kalim, where Kalim is a boy who was sold for a ritual to summon the seven most powerful demons to be sacrificed, but at the time of the ritual, the demons ( who I imagine in their Overblots forms) are interested in Kalim and choose him as their omega/fiance, and despite their rude and irritated manner, they slowly show that they care and love Kalim

This took so long since I had to do so much research and by the time I nearly finished it it didn't save so I lost the whole thing so I'm rewriting this all over again so if you see double somehow, now you know!

WARNING: This post will have the following;

Alpha/Beta/Omega Verse (A/B/O)

Attempted murder

Sex stuff

Is Hella Gay

If you no not like ANY of this stuff, the ships around it, or are not interested, then move along! Do not comment or engage at all if you dislike all this!

Now onto the post!

Life of Kalim Al-Asim was always pleasant and sweet. He always relied on his family and close servants and lived in a beautiful home of a beautiful and thieving kingdom. Sure he's mostly isolated and not allowed outside the home's walls but that's for his protection!

He got along great with all his servants, his family adored him as much as he adored them. Though he does have one wish his heart aches many times over, the return of his best friend... Jamil disappeared in the two's younger years right when tests to determine who's an alpha, beta, or omega started. Nothing in his room was touched or packed which made it clear he didn't run away. Not like he would, thought Kalim... He promised...

Days have been counted down for Kalim's birthday, a large wide celebration everyone celebrates in many positive ways. And this birthday was extra special for Kalim since he was informed they will be holding a parade just for him to walk around and spread goods from the family in his honor! One the day of the his birthday, he was bathed in the nicest soaps and warmest water, dressed in the finest silks and softest fabrics and ate the most delicious food he ever taste before they swept him right to the soft and veiled palanquin waiting for him.

Btw if you wanna know what he wore, I pictured the Fairy Gala outfit

Kalim was happy seeing everyone's cheerful faces as they move across the kingdom, everyone excited to see and celebrate with the well rumored beautiful child of the Asim family name, he tossed much gold coins and flowers to everyone as he waves and smiles bright and kind

As the parade drew to a close he leaned back into the soft cushions before he took notice they seem to be wandering farther away from the kingdom and more to the darker shade due to the nightfall land Before he could ask his father where they were going, the guards quickly grab onto Kalim and yank him out of the once comforting and protecting veiled hide away and into the sand

The parade was a ruse. The kindness he believed from the servants was a ruse. The lie that he was being held inside was a ruse. It was all a lie for everyone, Kalim, the kingdom...All lied to with the idea the world was unsafe for the son of such a wealthy family, but in reality he was hidden away for this very moment... With the moon at the right phase and at it's peak, as they drag the poor screaming and crying Kalim to the ruins and pin him down to the large alter. Ruby eyes widen when seeing the large seven statues of the most powerful demons in the universe... The Crimson Tyrant of Wrath The Scarred Rebel of Sloth The Enchanting Merchant of Greed The Viperous Tactician of Envy The Poisonous Oppressor of Pride The Fire Guardian of Tristitia And The Thorn Dragon of Melancholy

Kalim cried and pleaded to be let go, even more when his father explained it has to happen, that if they sacrifice once in a while the land would be blessed with great farming, water, riches, etc. and if they sacrifice such a golden soul they might be blessed with something greater.

Kalim cried and squirmed as he tried to escape from their tight grips as the kept going of the ritual. That's when he sees them... Seven figures appear from the shadows, from the Earth, from the skies, from the fires, from mere matter... Standing around him in a circle...

Kalim woke up in a soft bed he doesn't recognize in a room he doesn't recall even more, sitting up he sees hanging up are a set of clothes seemingly fit for him to wear, black and red with glamourous golds to tie it all together...

After a moment a ghostly servant of sorts come to him and tells him to get dressed and come follow him to the gardens where "they" are waiting for him

Nervous of what'll happen if he disagrees right now, he does as he is told and waited for the servant to leave the room to change to the new clothes and stepped out, he followed the ghost to the location of the large and hauntingly beautiful dark gardens of many plants

There seated in a table at the center of the garden are the seven demons.

Kalim carefully sat with them, scared to look at any of them but more scared to upset him so he answered when they talk to him, nodded at yes or no questions, but why are they treating him like this? To make it even more fun when he dies in their hands? He finally spoke, "What am I doing here? Are...Are you going to kil-" His words were forced to a stop when a servant place a plate before him, his favorite food from childhood... But how-

The eight men talked a bit more before they finally informed Kalim he'll stay with them from now on. "Why?" Kalim was unable to not blurt out. The men look at one another, a silent agreeance, before they speak, "We pick you to be our's."

Days passed since that first meeting about Kalim's new living arrangements, and it's been doing alright.

Kalim started to get used to these demons, even more when he realize one of them was Jamil! As it turned out he was banished after he got back from the test he was an alpha and they assumed Kalim would be one and didn't want them to fight, not knowing until after the banishment that Kalim was actually an Omega... After the banishment, Jamil was fortunately found by a man who turns out was the previous demon of Envy and taught him the ways of ruling and magic. He also grew to understand that he has met every one of the other demons - Riddle, Leona, Azul, Vil, Idia, and Malleus - some time before they saved him from his attempted sacrifice ritual

Overtime since he began his new living arrangement, Kalim began to see the sides of these seven he never thought to see before. They may be seen as scary and intimidating, but they really are so different than what Kalim heard from the stories... He grew to adore Riddle's awe of the wildlife in the garden and how he loves games and his roses. He grew to like Leona's strong will of equal rights for everyone. He grew to admire hearing Azul's little rambles of paper work and how he can do so much in so little time. He grew to love Jamil's strong will and sharp tongue. He grew to like Vil's knowledge of nature and what it can give you in potion making. He grew to admire Idia's little rants and chill talks with him about his hobbies and interests. He grew to love Malleus' quirks and clingy methods of love and cuddles.

It didn't take much from wandering around the new home of his and going around the lands with them that he feel deeper and deeper in love with all of them. And like him, it didn't take much for them to make it clear they want him in a much deeper romantic sense

It was a whole six months since they saved him when the signs of gentle warmth and romance begun to show their heads to Kalim.

Riddle started to invite him to have sweets with him or a garden stroll

Leona naps a lot but now he's offering Kalim to nap with him or read beside him while he cuddles him

Azul began to offer travel plans to Kalim and spoiled him plenty with new clothes and items

Jamil began to cook more foods Kalim loves and helped him in dancing if wanted or needed

Vil started to do relaxing spa like methods for Kalim, setting up luxurious baths and spa facials, he also begun to give the boy his books if he so ask

Idia was starting to talk more with Kalim and they watched the stars together

And Malleus has invited him on many moonlit strolls across the gardens

It was after a while of all this did the seven sat Kalim down and asked him properly if they can all be lovers, that if he's okay being their omega. At this point, Kalim was not once uncomfortable by any of them and none of them tried anything to him without asking first. He agreed rather happily and thus the new romance begun!

The eight began to live their lives comfortably as lovers, they had to get used yes but they worked

Over time with their help the lovers really begun to get used to each other thanks to the heats.

Now, for the first one, as they weren't lovers yet, they all made sure Kalim was locked in his room and fought tooth and nail of their temptations to mate with him. The sweet coconut and sand scent he was giving off while he stole the varies clothes and items of theirs's for his nest nearly drove them mad

So, luckily, by the time the next heat happened they were all together and ready for it

The first night was a long passionate one with them eagerly exploring each other and how much their sweet omega can take

Each time they took mental notes with anything that gave their Kalim pleasure

Kalim's poor skin is just covered in bites and marks

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Giving Them a Bouquet of Flowers - part 2

/// Genshin characters included: Kazuha, Itto, Thoma, Venti, Scaramouche, Gorou, Dainsleif, Aether & Baizhu

more characters here!

Summary: You surprise them one day by giving them a lovely bouquet.

warnings: slight angst, spoilers for character stories

Kazuha /// Silk Flowers

Liyue is a land of fortified tranquility. Many aspects of life are different from Inazuma. Perhaps that's a good thing, for the scent of cherry blossoms and the crackling of thunder sometimes only bring tears. As Beidou's helper in the Harbor, you were surprised when you found out she befriended a wanted criminal from Inazuma, but you were even more shocked when you heard the sweet phrases which spilled from such delicate lips. How could a man, which seems to be crafted from autumn winds and clouds, be a fugitive? When this so-called Kazuha solemnly told you his tale, you couldn't help but feel your heartstrings being pulled. So you made it your duty to find a way to introduce him properly to Liyue! While the Inazuman did his best to reassure you that such things aren't necessary, for he's content with whatever is given to him, you hushed him. After two days of making a perfect itinerary, you inquire about his whereabouts to Captain Beidou. She laughs and directs you towards his lodgings. Before you can politely knock on his door, you already hear Kazuha humming and reciting haikus. You think it's best to give him a moment, but suddenly, the door opens from a gust of wind. The Anemo user chuckles and states he can hear your footsteps. Blushing, you ask him if he would like to join you to venture around the Harbor today. Following a quick nod, you two depart for a charming stroll. While passing all the different vendors and restaurants teeming with life, one shop catches your eye; a florist selling Silk Flowers. They are quite expensive due to their value in the silk market, but they are often gifted on special occasions. While your wallet may sulk later, you figure this is indeed a celebration. Kazuha, your new friend, is finally out of Inazuma and in the Land of Contracts! Though you will admit more affectionate terms to describe the man intrusively lurk into your mind causing you to stammer and heat up. Nevertheless, you instruct Kazuha to go to a food stall to get cheap, delicious snacks. Holding bamboo skewers of Grilled Tiger Fish, he patiently whistles a tune taught to him by the Crux. The sound of a door chime breaks him out of his stupor. He sees you shyly smiling and holding something behind your back. Suddenly, you beam and say, "surprise!" Kazuha's eyes widen when he sees a bouquet of Silk Flowers. As the heir of a clan that has fallen from grace, he understands how expensive they are and tries to tell you that you didn't have to do all of that, but you shoo away any negativity. After finishing your meal, you two have a long, profound conversation about your lives. Kazuha tells anecdotes from his past that are heavy with grief. You instead opt for a brighter tune telling him all about your happy times in Liyue, hoping to encourage him to stay here with you. You hope it works.

“A bustling harbor full of joyous life certainly contrasts what I am used to while at sea or during my time in the Land of Eternity. Being with you is akin to fine wine and sweet melodies. While my family’s lavish fortune has vanished and my friend too has met his end, your bouquet has reminded me of such things. When the moon is high, and the sun bellows a farewell, I hope you and I can chat once more, only this time I hope to give you something in return. I shall ponder about our next date, for the time being, my sweet Silk Flower.”

Itto /// Sakura Bloom

Itto is a gentle giant who adores spending his afternoons playing with the energetic children of Hanamizaka. However, what he loves even more is spending time with you. For many days, you pondered about what would be a memorable gift for him. You wanted to showcase how much he fills your life with utter joy. Then, a light bulb flashed over your head, and you struck gold! It was one balmy summer day when you surprised the oni. You hid in an alley in Inazuma City near where he was sitting on a wooden bench. He was hyping up his little Onikabuto friend for its next daring match. You swiftly sprinted out, dumping a large bag of Sakura Bloom over his head. Pink petals billowed in the air and fell all over, coating the area with blush-colored affection. They contrasted nicely with his white hair and married too well with his red horns. He was rather alarmed at first and clutched the beetle close to his chest to shield his friend from any harm. But as soon as he saw your giddy form, any confusion fled, and he placed the Onikabuto on the bench to pick you up, twirling you in the air. The booming laughter he let out was far too infectious. All eyes were on you two. Perhaps he loved the attention a tad too much, for when he set you down, he puffed his chest before becoming a bit sheepish when you told him it's a gift for everything. While acknowledging it wasn't a proper bouquet, you weren't sure how to arrange the Sakura Bloom, so you figured this would be a fun "thank you." After you departed from the scene, Itto went to his gang to show off all the petals covering his body. The little trail of petals boosted the oni's ego. However, Itto couldn't help but feel a tad vulnerable. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he knew it had to do with the fact he couldn't stop smiling and his face constantly heated up. No one was surprised when a question appeared a week later in Ms. Hina's advice column of the "That's Life" magazine.

"Ms. Hina, I have the most awesome friend! And when I mean awesome, I mean amazing! They even gave me some Sakura Blooms. They are so cool. Anyways…Since they gave me that, my heart seems to hurt whenever I'm without them. What should I do? I went to my doc, and he said I'm fine, but I don't want them to be with me if I'm sick! And it's not manly at all being unhealthy. So, Ms. Hina, what should I do?"

Thoma /// Windwheel Asters

As a child of the wind whose home now rests in the land of eternal serenity, Thoma understands what it's like to be homesick. You notice that distant gaze and sigh. It compels you to watch the man with a positive temperament. As someone who works under the Yashiro Commission, you have been to the Kamisato Estate a handful of times. Each visit is met with unmatched glee. The Kamisato housekeeper Thoma never fails to make you smile. He once even knitted you a sweater when he saw you shivering one winter day! Truly the blond is someone blessed with a kind heart, so it didn't take much for you two to grow close. That's merely how he is. The man reels everyone in with his affection. After some thought, you realize perhaps you have been too reserved with your gratitude towards him. Thoma gives you a present nearly every day; it's high time you show him some love too. Following some careful consideration, you decide to give him a Mondstadt specialty. With the Sakukou Decree just abolished, importing things from abroad is much easier. Rubbing your hands together excitedly, you beam at the thought of your order arriving any day. When the day comes, you have to be extra careful not to run into a certain familiar face in Ritou. As Inazuma's fixer-upper, he has those gorgeous green eyes everywhere like an inquisitive phantom. Receiving his gift and darting straight home, you unbox the small package and look at the tiny bag inside. Windwheel Aster seeds. As if they are Thoma themselves, you tend to them so gently, watching as they flourish. Prior to the special day, you invite the Kamisato housekeeper over. Just the request makes him bubble with joy. Oh, how his smile makes your heart swell twice its size! When the day arrives, you hear three knocks on your door at around noon, and you swing the door open. Dango and tea are offered to welcome him in. You two talk for a bit before you scurry away and instruct him to close his eyes. Thoma chuckles at your childish behavior but feels himself also becoming eager. He feels bad because the minute you bring the bouquet right up near his face, he already knows what it is. That fragrant scent of childhood freedom never leaves his mind; Windwheels Asters, a flower that filled his days in Mondstadt. Yet, for you, he will feign his surprise because he loves it. Thoma may have to hold back his tears because he never thought someone would go out of their way to bring them to Inazuma. He can't stop gripping the bouquet wishing this incredible gift would last forever. You notice his breathless laugh. Perhaps Inazuma's concept of eternity has rubbed off on him too much. Before he can depart back to the Kamisato Estate, you give him the remainder of the seeds, hug him tightly, and kiss his cheek. His body stiffens, and his face flushes, becoming warmer than the pyro vision resting on his hip.

“Hey! Thanks for the flowers, pumpkin! You’re always so kind to me. We should hang out again one day at Ritou or hmmm I know a good place for a quick meal. I’m not picky, so the choice is all yours, though I do have discounts for a few places. Huh? What did you say? Sorry didn’t catch ya. Oh, you wanna hear more about my childhood in Mondstadt when we go out? Well…It’s a bit embarrassing, but I’ll tell you a bit right now. How do I put it…Mondstadt is a place that’s sweet, while Inazuma is serene. Maybe you and I can travel back to my homeland one day and see for ourselves. First-hand experience is always the best after all!”

Venti /// Cecilias

Mondstadt's favorite bard is someone you consider close to your heart. He never fails to cheer you up, whether it be his jokes or by offering you tender advice through the most melodious tune. You two trust each other so much he even unveiled his secret to you. To be quite frank, you weren't that surprised, for you could sense all the archaic power running deep in his heavenly soul. Nevertheless, the truth didn't change anything between you two, perpetually stuck to each other's hip. As a testament to how much you care for Venti, you venture off to Starsnatch Cliff one day with a wicker basket and gather enough Cecilias to arrange a lovely bouquet. You thought Dandelions might do the trick, but you changed your mind when you remembered he wears a Cecilia on his head. One day you enthusiastically tell him to meet you at Windrise because you have a little present for him. The way his face lit up made all the preparations worthwhile. He has to love it! You skip over to him and pull out the charming bouquet when you see him approaching the grand tree. Venti happily uses his powers to lift you and him up in the air and hug you as the wind current carries you two a few feet above. It's as if in those moments, your hearts entwine and euphoria settles in. Is this what bliss feels like? Giggle permeates as you two settle down on a nearby branch, swinging your feet. You figured the felicity would remain due to his elated reaction, but each time Venti stares at the bouquet, you notice those round eyes droop with sadness. When you ask him about it, the god sighs and pulls out his lyre. He sings about the story of his past. Mondstadt used to worship both the God of Winds and the God of Time, but their people forgot her. He glumly rhymes about the times when she cared for him, helped him foster his powers, and cultivated Cecilias with him. She was every moment of happiness and every moment of anguish. After he puts his lyre away, Venti solemnly chuckles, "I suppose even time wasn't kind to beloved Istaroth." All you can do is place his head on your lap and caress the face of the lamenting divinity. It is now your chance to sing to him. Whether your voice is good or bad, shaky or stable, Venti won't care because he only hears the dulcet tones of the one who cares for him with all their being.

"Hmm…Just as Cecilias bloom when the harsh gales of the Land of Freedom nestle them, so too do the seeds of stories brought by the wind become nurtured by time. I hope that our memories will be carried by the breeze and become legends—the tales of a mere wind spirit and a kind human. But our stories will be even better if you give me an apple and some wine next time! Hehe. Until next time my dove!"

Scaramouche /// Sakura Bloom

While you can't dump a bunch of petals all over him as you did for Itto, if you don't want to face the Harbinger's wrath, you can try other ways, and the one you decided on is placing the petals in a heart-shaped jar with a cork top. You recall you purchased it at an antique store near the center of Snezhnaya's capital. Truly it is a quaint and dainty gift that he can place on his lacquer desk or in his grand bedroom. You think it's quite sweet. However, fast forward to Scaramouche's reaction. He is far from pleased. A sour frown and furrowed eyebrows say it all. You were so sure he would act decent. Perhaps him being delighted is still a pipe dream. You were so sure basic manners would be displayed. At least for you… He was never the best at keeping his emotions at bay, but the Balladeer has a blatant soft spot for you that you certainly like to poke at. To be honest, you aren't sure why he is overtly irate, for you have given him a plethora of things in the past and the man more or less dismissed you quickly but reluctantly placed the presents on a shelf in his office or estate. Why must today paint a different tale? With a quick snap of his fingers, Scaramouche calls his Fatui attendants to take you away. You attempt to reason with him but to no avail. The distressed puppet harshly silences you. A whimper nearly falls from your lips. When you leave, Scaramouche intensely grips the glass jar, already fair fingers paling from his hatred. His lavender eyes stare at the heart shape. Thoughts of his past in Inazuma of being neither divine nor mortal and wandering around as an eccentric race in his mind; Kunikuzushi ruminates about the origins of his peculiar creation. He was made to be a vessel, his heart was to be Raiden Ei's gnosis, but he failed his only test by shedding tears. The celestial powers of the gnosis were far too wicked for his pure form. Ei felt too much guilt to discard her prototype, so she cast slumber upon him, sealed his powers, and hid him away in a forsaken pavilion. Yet he managed to awaken and was found, but even then, tragedy followed him. The friends he made perished all too quickly, and he was then found by the Fatui. Kunikuzushi understands that you aren't aware of his past, but the utmost resentment he has for himself for the constant emptiness in his chest consumes him. He loathes when you try to hug him. He fears you will notice his obvious lack of a heartbeat. Scaramouche aggressively throws the jar to the floor. The petals and shards remind him of thunder and lightning. Beautiful yet deadly. While he may deny it, Scaramouche feels dashes of guilt, for you are the only person who has been patient enough with him; even the Tsaritsa herself can't help but commend you. In a few days, you may find your house filled with extravagant delicacies and flowers from Inazuma. You smile because you know deep down he is grateful after all. Eternity is cruel. That's the lesson he learned the second he was introduced to this world. However, maybe if Kunikuzushi spends it with you, it won't be too bad.

“Don’t waste my time like that again. I have no need for such idle affection and chit-chat…Excuse me? You said you want to give me more? Fine. But don’t expect me to show any gratitude. Ha, I have no use for such stupid mortal things. I thought I told you or were you not listening? I was, and I am, nothing more than a vagrant from Inazuma. End of story.”

Gorou /// Dendrobiums

warnings: mentions of war & death

Only a few months after the Civil War, you decide to visit Yashiori Island. While you didn’t fight on the battlefield, you tried your best to help the Sangonomiya forces out with the more mundane tasks. You admired their valiant fight against the Shogunate, yet war is always catastrophic for both sides. The numerous casualties were horrific. So, now you try to do your part once more by aiding with the frustrating aftermath. When arriving at Yashiori, you delicately pluck several beautiful crimson dendrobiums. At each memorial, you place a flower and hope the future will be brimming with prosperity. Why must things be so fleeting? You think back to a book about Inazuma’s flora as you lament. Dendrobiums flourish where blood is spilled. It’s as if their feeble hearts soak up the grief and bloom vibrantly as a reminder to those who lost their lives. A yellow butterfly gracefully flies by. It reminds you of a certain man, and you giggle, thinking about how he had to force himself not to touch a frail butterfly one time. When you return to Watatsumi Island, you decide to tie the leftover dendrobiums into a bouquet and give them to someone close who truly deserves it. Your favorite general, Gorou. You haven’t had the time to properly communicate with him since the Vision Hunt Decree was abolished due to his duties regarding the peace talks with Narukami; however, you truly desire to give him something for everything he has had to endure. You shudder just thinking about the weight on his shoulders. The moon whispers a hello as you approach the man, the charming bouquet hidden behind your back. You have to stifle a chuckle with your fist when you see his tail wag and ears twitch. Sheepishly you hand him over the gift and tell him that he must take care of himself. Gorou blushes in disbelief as he sees your loving expression. Still, he whispers a “thank you” before you two say goodbye. Finally, when the general returns home, he stares at the dendrobiums and simply cries. Memories of all he has lost flood. He believes he should be fine. Watatsumi won, after all! Yet perhaps you are right...He does need time to heal. In a black journal given to him by the Divine Priestess, the general scribbles down notes that only he will ever see. One of them is underlined three times and highlighted. Make sure to spend more time with them. Filled with too many emotions, the man stays up the whole night planning out special things to say to you instead of resting as you tell him to.

"I really do appreciate the bouquet you gave me. You supported our efforts so much. Your kindness aided in boosting our morale considerably! *sigh* I know I should think positively and value the comrades that are still with me, but I do wonder what a different future would look like. But just know if a conflict with Narukami breaks out again, I will fight for Watatsumi and all the ambitions I carry with me! I have a duty to protect every bit of camaraderie and protect the lives I especially care about, like you, that I will make sure. Also, I would like to strengthen our bond so let's ask each other some questions. Huh? Wait, you want to know more about Ms. Hina? Who told you about that!"

Dainsleif /// Inteyvats

As a member of the Adventurer's Guild, you come across several oddities. After you fight with an Abyss Mage in a domain in Liyue, they leave behind a bouquet. Following further inspection, you realize the petals are hardened. Truly a strange phenomenon. As you caress them, you can't help but think the flowers are more akin to rock or bone. You feel a wave of familiarity come over you. You aren't sure why but they remind you of Dainsleif. Mystery follows the man like ducklings to their mother. Upon further thinking, you giggle at your own thoughts and imagine the stoic man being followed by such tiny creatures. Anyways, with some consideration, you decide to give them to him as a token of some sort. Perhaps it can help him in his fight against the Abyss Order? There is only one dilemma, though…the blond is forever on the run, chasing Heralds and Lectors, so it's not often you see him. So, keeping that in mind, you decide to save them in a safe place. Every day you inspect them and see if their texture alters at all. These flowers are so unique! However, you can't help but groan and sigh, for they puzzle you too much. Internal whines and pleas of Dainsleif! Come back to me, bounce in your mind. It seems as if the knight in shining armor heard your woeful wishes. One day you spot Dainsleif and run up to him, giving him the mysterious bouquet. You figured he would say "thank you" and state he must continue tailgating those pesky Heralds. Still, you didn't expect to witness sorrow in his eyes already saturated with wretched misery. The Bough Keeper is silent for some time. The Twilight Sword senses your stare and politely apologizes. He then questions where you found these. You merely summarize your adventures. A nod is all that is given in return. Dainsleif is enigmatic in nature, but this is too much for your heart. That subtle edge of anguish. You ask him what's wrong, and he reluctantly tells you the truth. These flowers are known as Inteyvats; they bloom only in Khaenri'ah. If Inteyats are plucked and taken away from their homeland, the haven of humanity, they harden until they return. That's all the man tells you before muttering he must depart and continue his fight against the Abyss. The guilt creeps up his spine when he sees your face riddled with regret. You are far too precious for this cruel world. He wishes to keep you with him forever, for he fears his already jaded spirit will harden even more if you leave him, but alas, time is his greatest enemy. With your lifespan, he knows the ultimate outcome.

“My war against the gods and Abyss Order is the immortal curse placed upon me 500 years ago. I understand more than anyone else the sorrow of losing everything to those who covet and rule the thrones in the skies. Perhaps if fate is merciful to me, I hope to show you the vast sea of white cultivated by those who dreamt of dreaming. But for now, I will treasure the time I spend with you. That is something I dare not to overlook, my dear.”

Aether /// Inteyvats

Aether is a brave man who saved you from a tribe of Hilichurls while he was out and about completing a daily commission. After escaping by the skin of your teeth, you shower the blond with vast compliments and gratitude. However, that wasn’t the end of your encounter. As a fellow adventurer, you boldly ask if you guys would like to team up. You heard a plethora of his fascinating feats and figured, why let this opportunity slide by? A chance of a lifetime is in front of you! He surprisingly looks to his floating companion, and they both shrug and nod. The smile that curls on your face when he agrees is something Aether could never forget. Never in your wildest dreams would you think Teyvat’s hero would grow so fond of you. He truly enjoys his time with you. Unveiling mystery after mystery in this world shrouded in terror is exhausting for him, but you show him that there is always something to enjoy. Whether sitting against a tranquil Cuihua Tree, eating Sunsettias, or making a flower crown out of Sweet Flowers, Aether will definitely take his kamera out more often to cherish these moments forever. When night caresses your face and you succumb to slumber, this is when he will pull out all the photos and admire them. He knows that you two may part ways one day, so he wants to make sure he has proof of your existence—the little adventurer who made his journey much more pleasing. After visiting the seven nations of Teyvat, you and the Traveler arrive at the coveted kingdom. A place where the stars of the real heavens shine, Khaenri’ah. Aether thought it would end here. That this would hold the key to finding his sister, yet it only became a gateway to another labyrinth of deceit. Perhaps he must fight against Celestia itself to reach the final chapter. The weariness and anger in his eyes sicken you. He has suffered so much. Why must this cruel world continue to taunt him? Before you can both leave the forsaken kingdom overflowing with sorrow, you pick a few Inteyvats and give them to him. You tell the blond that this will be a reminder that he will reunite with Lumine and will defeat the corrupt Sustainer guarding this world. The heroic traveler can’t help but sigh at yet another obstacle. However, deep inside, he knows there is a twinge of relief because he doesn’t believe he’s ready to part with you just yet.

“The journey that has been placed on my sister and me is far from over, yet I’m glad that you have been with me. I can only hope that somehow I can find a way for you to forever remain in the stars and in my heart.”

Baizhu /// Dandelions

As an herbalist from Bubu Pharmacy, you have seen your fair share of flowers and plants used for medicinal purposes. You often venture into Liyue’s vast forest of mountains with your adorable helper Qiqi to find Violetgrass and Qingxin galore. It’s your duty to sort through them in order to cater to each prescription. You help out with the more tedious and tiring jobs at the pharmacy, for Baizhu’s constitution is far inferior to yours, even if he is the head doctor. Nevertheless, you value his knowledge and care immensely; he has aided many citizens of Liyue, from Tianquan Ningguang to Chef Mao. While mysterious and often peculiar, as you hear rumors that he yearns for eternal life, you appreciate all he has done. However, you understand that due to his health and job, he is unable to travel outside of Liyue for any vacations. So, you decide to bring some of the fun to him. On a day off when the wind is breezy and the sun is out, you travel to Stone Gate, the border between Liyue and Mondstadt, and pick a myriad of dainty Dandelions. Tenderly, you pack them away. Before making your way to Bubu Pharmacy, you tie them together with a green silk ribbon. After you recheck the ribbon’s pretty bow and his timetable, you nervously approach the man with glasses and green hair and apprehensively hand him the simple bouquet of Dandelions. It’s not much, you are well aware of that, but you certainly hope he sees the thought put into it. Fumbling and quickly trying to recall the meaning behind them, you tell the Dendro user that it’s something along the lines of how you are supposed to place your wishes into the Dandelions and blow at them. Baizhu laughs at your restlessness and does as you tell him to. He shuts his eyes, breathes in, and blows, trying his best to send his secretive dreams to the little flowers. However, he soon violently coughs, and you rush to be by his side. Changsheng, resting on his shoulders, declares that you are all too quick to react and that he is fine. Baizhu grins and pats your head before playfully hushing Changsheng and stating he must head back. When alone, Baizhu coughs once more and sighs. He dreams of eternal life with you forever by his side. A mirage of daydreams clouds his vision. Why must his aspirations be so utterly far away? Like an oasis amidst a sea of scorching sand.

“Why, of course, I love your gift! Mondstadt has many herbs and flowers that are simply wonderful. I admire the City of Freedom’s pastoral landscape and fresh air. I am quite used to being surrounded by baskets of Qingxin and medicinal things alike from Liyue, so this was truly splendid. I am much obliged to you, darling.”

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