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The Hare and The Tower

Chapter Fourteen: Vile Rumors

AN: *scratches neck* yeah so remember when I said this chapter would be out a couple weeks after I posted that preview, well I got an upper respiratory infection literally that same week and between trying to recuperate, work, and school this was put on the back burner. Hopefully, with this chapter being long it makes up for the absence. And God help me, it's been so long since I've written anything so be easy on me lol.

Trigger Warnings: age gap, vomiting

Word Count: 5.3k

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Summary: Still reeling from the fallout with Otto, Jesmyn is quickly forced to learn two harsh lessons. The transgressions of her husband are also hers to bear and brazen half-truths are worse than lies.

Chapter Fifteen: We Light the Way

A terrible dread washed through Jesmyn as she approached the carved, oak door ahead of her. The corridor was far too dark, too quiet. Her body felt heavy, and the air was akin to molasses—each step closer seeming to take a greater effort than the one before. Fear, panic, and apprehension coiled and collided within her, the onslaught of emotions created a horrible churning, stomach twisting vortex.

Coming to a standstill just outside of the door, she reached out with a trembling hand to knock on the door, but froze in mid-air.

"I've been informed I'm to travel to Driftmark with Princess Rhaenyra. We sail at dawn," Jesmyn announced quietly, her hand limply dropping back to her side.

Standing outside of Otto's bedchamber door, a shiver ran down her spine for the night seemed colder than most. Jesmyn could only stare at the warped flaws in the wood, waiting for a reply, but ultimately was met by silence. Jesmyn strained her ears for a sign of movement behind his door, for she knew he was awake, and he knew that she knew it as well. With each passing second, Jesmyn felt her heart turn into lead, sinking down further and further in her chest. She remained silent for a few more moments.

"I'm here to bid you farewell Husband, as we part on our separate journeys," she continued, placing her hand on the door. "You are angry at me, this I know," she acknowledged, releasing a shaky breath. "But I will not depart without speaking these words. I love you Otto," she said. 'Despite the harsh words we traded, my heart remains yours. Should anything—"

Forcefully, the door swung open drawing a startled gasp from her as the heat of husband’s gaze burned into her own. Otto's expression was unreadable as ever, his jaw was set tight while his mouth a thin line. They held each others stare for a few seconds, both waiting for the other to say something. Jesmyn broke first.

"I will not let our last words be ones we regret," she said firmly

Another long, uncomfortable silence stretched between them. Still, Otto only stared at her, an act which only began to draw Jesmyn's ire. She knew her husband well enough that she didn't expect an immediate reconciliation, but the hope was there in her mind. To her, this silence she was being subjected was bordering on ridiculous, did he not comprehend her words? She was set to sail on the unpredictable waters of the sea.

"I see," Jesmyn said softly, with a nod. "I shouldn't have came. I'm sorry for disturbing you," she apologized, dropping her eyes from him to the floor. "May sleep find you well, Husband," she wished, before turning away from Otto.

Wrapping her arms around herself, Jesmyn walked back down the corridor to her own chambers. The sun will be up again in a few hours or so.

"You posses both beauty and brawn,"

A velvety voice broke through the silence, lingering in the air like a caress. Jesmyn froze in place, mid-step, before slowly turning back around. Once more, her brown eyes stared at Otto’s blue and for the first time she finally noticed the tiredness around his eyes; the way his face was paler than usual. Their argument had taken its toll on him far more than he would let on.

"It's why I was so keen on securing your hand in marriage," Otto continued, deeply exhaling as he moved towards her. "Yet, your intellect fails you when it comes to Rhaenyra. Too blinded by friendship to recognize it is very the manner of how she manipulates you," Otto noted, coming to a stop in front of her. Leaning down, he pressed his lips against Jesmyn's hairline. "Knowingly or not," he uttered, before kissing the top of her head and lingering there for a bit.

Otto drew back and pushed the few loose hairs from where his lips had touched.

"Otto," Jesmyn whispered, leaning into his embrace.

But as quickly as his embrace came, he retreated from her. Entering his chambers, Otto spared one last glance at Jesmyn before he shut the door.

~~~x~~~

The Next Day

Sitting on the quarterdeck, needle and thread in hand, Jesmyn listened to the waves gently crash against the sides of the ship; the wood creaking as they swayed in the ocean. One by one, Jesmyn's needle stabbed through the white fabric. Her stitches small and perfect, forming the shape of the High Tower of Oldtown, its beacon unlit.

Unconsciously, she let out a breath, slow and heavy, while pulling the needle through again. All of the events from the day before still weighed heavily on her mind.

"Your stomach must be made out of cast iron, Lady Hightower," Criston said warmly

With a grin, Jesmyn looked away from her work to the knight standing in front of her.

"It has a mind of its own," she replied. "Some days I'm the vision of perfect health. Other days—"

Not too far off in the distance, Viserys groaned loudly before vomiting over the edge of the ship.

"Not unlike that, I suppose?" he questioned, slightly amused.

"Very much that," she agreed, laughing lightly. She felt her babe kicked her, as if to express its agreement. "Poor man," she added, shaking her head and glancing at the ailing king.

"Lady Hightower, may I ask you something?" Criston inquired, bringing her attention back to him.

"Of course," Jesmyn answered, a kind smile on her lips. "And there's no need for titles, we're not in front of the court. Jesmyn will be just fine," she corrected. "Ask your question Criston, my ears are open," she encouraged, gently laying down her sewing into her lap.

"Before you married Lord Hightower, did you ever think about... running away?" he asked, an unfamiliar tinge of anxiety in his words. "Freeing yourself from the duties and responsibilities unfairly placed upon you?" he went on.

Jesmyn chuckled softly, "What highborn girl hasn't?" she asked back, her shoulders slightly bouncing with humor. To answer your question, I have Criston, many times, ashamedly," she confessed.

"What stopped you?"

"Well, my family of course. I would miss them so very dearly," Jesmyn explained, as if it was obvious. "Gods, I couldn't begin to imagine the heartache my mother and father would suffer," Jesmyn continued, shaking her head. "Not only that, for my entire life I've known nothing but comfort and privilege. The thought of discarding that to be free, but poor is…unthinkable," she finished, her brows knitting together.

"Is that what most highborn girls believe?"

"I have no doubt they do," Jesmyn insisted confidently. "Make no mistake Criston, we highborn girls may constantly bemoan and complain about what is expected of us, but we know what's at stake if we don't," she assured. "I don't mean to offend, but I must say, you’re asking such strange question Criston. Why? Jesmyn wondered, her curiosity piqued.

Criston shifted from one foot to the other, "What if there was a highborn girl…one who was willing to runaway and forget all she's ever known?" he posed.

"Is she running away by herself?" Jesymn questioned, her brow furrowing.

"No, with her lover," he answered, hesitating between sentences. "Her lover who wants to take her away from everything she despises about her station,"

"Criston," Jesmyn called lowly. "Tell me, which highborn lady do you speak of?" she inquired, curiosity now morphing into concern.

"It's only a hypothetical, milady," Criston uttered, making Jesmyn's eyes narrow in suspicion. "But, should this lover and his lady runaway, know he would bring her unimaginable happiness," he said. "He has heard his lady's complaints, and wishes to free her from it all," he claimed, hope shining in his eyes.

"Criston, whatever you're thinking about doing, stop," Jesmyn stressed. "This will only end poorly for both of you," she warned.

"You don’t believe she would except my proposal,"

"Whoever this Lady is, It’s unlikely she would," she replied bluntly, with a scoff. "She's not going to give up her titles, her land, or riches for some lowb—” she continued, abruptly letting out a sharp gasp.

Her sewing needle had bit into the tip of her finger. Jesmyn couldn’t begin to recall when she had grasped her embroidery again. Crimson quickly rose to the surface of her skin, falling in heavy drops.

"My Lady!"

"I'm fine," Jesmyn reassured quickly, grabbing her handkerchief and pressing it to wound.

Silently, she was thankful for the prick against her finger, her next words would’ve crushed Criston’s hopeless romantic heart

~~~x~~~

The wagon ride to High Tide was one of bumpiness and strained silence. Lord Lyonel Strong, the new Lord Hand sat directly across from Jesmyn, casting glances of pity at her much to her annoyance. She didn't want his pity nor did she need it. Rhaenyra was seated next to her, refusing to spare her father a glance.

For the last stretch of the ride to the castle, the party had to leave the wagon and walk to the stone archway gate. Reaching the top of the stairs, the doors swung open to reveal High Tide in all its glory. Towers made out of gray stone and crowned with roofs of silver that reached high into the gloomy skies above.

The sound of steel clanging against each other drew Jesmyn's eyes away from the grandeur castle and to the two figures sparring a few feet away from the royal entourage. One possessed silver hair which she easily knew belonged to Laenor Velaryon, the other with red hair was unknown to her. The two men bowed in front of the party. It was also in that moment when Jesmyn realized no one was there to greet them.

"How odd," she thought.

"Where is Lord Corlys?" Lord Strong asked, annoyed and offended by the disrespect. "He should be here to receive the King," he reminded.

Lord Strong's words barely left his lips when the doors to the castle opened and a silver-haired man and woman descended the staircase The young woman could be none other than Lady Laena Velaryon.

"Welcome to High Tide, Your Grace," Laena greeted, with a bright smile on her face as she gracefully came down the steps.

"What is the meaning of this, Lady Laena?" Lord Strong demanded pointedly, taking a few steps forward. "Is this how House Velaryon greets its King?"

Lady Laena's smile remained, "My father has but just returned from his long journey and he has hastened to the Hall of Nine to await Your Grace's arrival," she explained easily, walking closer to them.

"Let's just get on with it," Viserys stated tiredly.

With that, everyone followed Lady Laena into High Tide. Jesmyn looked at the King from the corner of her eye, his brow glistening with sweat from the trek up here and his breathing heavier than anyone else's. It was worrisome to see Viserys’ health rapidly deteriorating before her eyes. The effects of his worsening illness had sucked away the luster of his healthy complexion and been replaced with a sickly white color. From what Otto told her, poorly healed wounds littered Viserys' body and the cost of that led to having two fingers on one hand removed. It's why he always wore gloves nowadays.

Once Viserys and Lord Strong walked inside the Hall of Nine, the guards immediately closed the door before Rhaenyra, Laena, or Jesmyn could enter themselves.

From her left, Jesmyn heard Rhaenyra let out an annoyed huff. Jesmyn could hear the Princess' thoughts without having to have them spoken. First, father decided who she should marry and now she's not even allowed to join the conversation.

"Come," Laena said as she intertwined her arms on Rhaenyra's and Jesmyn's. "Let us see what might be had to break our fast,"

~~~x~~~

The three girls conversed with one another while enjoying a fine breakfast. After about an hour or two, Laena gave Jesmyn and Rhaenyra a tour of High Tide. When their tour concluded, Rhaenyra decided to depart from the group so she could speak privately with her betrothed. Laena followed suit, being escorted back to her room by one of her servants for a dress fitting. This left Jesmyn to her own devices.

Leaning over on the outdoor balcony railing, Jesmyn exhaled as she gazed out at the ocean. The view was something straight from a painting. Above, the sun beamed down onto the gentle waves below her causing the water to take on a tint of gold. It was beautiful—breathtaking, really. The ocean reminded her of his eyes. They were deep, powerful, and sometimes mysterious, yet always comforting and gentle. Jesmyn smiled inwardly at the thought, wondering how Otto is fairing on his trip back to Oldtown.

Glancing down, Jesmyn could see the silhouettes of Rhaenyra and Laenor far off in the distance on the sandy shore.

"I must admit, I was surprised to learn of your presence amongst the voyage with the royal party,"

Jesmyn's breath caught itself in her throat, startled by the voice. Turning away from the railing, Jesmyn did not anticipate to see Princess Rhaenys in front of her.

She dropped into a curtsy, "Princess Rhaenys," she greeted, lowering her head. "It's an honor," she added sincerely.

"I hear a congratulations is in order," Rhaenys said, motioning for her to rise. "Laena told me you are with child once more, Lady Hightower"

"I am, Princess Rhaenys," Jesmyn answered, beaming ear to ear. "Thank you," she said, dipping her chin slightly.

"This will be your third child, correct?" Rhaenys questioned curiously.

"Yes," Jesmyn replied, her hand instinctively coming to rest on the bump. "There were some complications in my last pregnancy, but Lord Hightower and I made it through," she informed, rubbing her hand up and down her stomach.

"If you are here, I'm curious to know where is the Lord Hightower?" Rhaenys wondered. "Seeing as he has fallen out of the King’s favor," she reminded.

"My Lord Husband is returning to Oldtown," Jesmyn informed. "No doubt he’s already making the long journey back to The Reach," she guessed.

"You will not be joining him?"

"No, I will not, neither will the twins. King's Landing will remain our home," Jesmyn answered. "Princess Rhaenyra offered me the position of being her lady in waiting a day before my husband's dismal," she explained. "I accepted,"

Rhaenys only hummed, her eyes doing a once over of Jesmyn, "I can't imagine your husband was enthused about this arrangement,"

"Livid more like," Jesmyn corrected, a mirthless chuckle escaping her lips.

"And yet, this outcome, unfavorable as it is, Lord Hightower still managed to succeed in one aspect," Rhaenys said, her gaze turning into a calculated one. "Albeit, a small one," she added pointedly.

"And that is?" Jesmyn asked, not liking the shift of mood in the air.

"You, Lady Hightower," Rhaenys answered simply. "Who better to be his eyes and ears while he's away from court than his own wife, a lady in waiting to Princess Rhaenyra herself," she said, making Jesmyn's eyes bulge.

"I-I would never—" Jesmyn spluttered.

"There are things we think ourselves never capable of doing, but we wound up doing them all the same," Rhaenys cut in, taking a step closer to her. "Loyalty, seems to be a weakness for Lord Hightower. When push comes to shove, we'll discover together if you share that same weakness as your Lord Husband, Lady Hightower," she finished in a whisper, as Jesmyn visibly shrank back from the icy glare.

~~~x~~~

King's Landing

With a cold stare, Jesmyn scanned the near lifeless shell that was supposed to serve as her living quarters from now on. It was a downgrade from The Tower, but pleasant nonetheless. The space was cozily furnished, echoing the opulence and expensiveness of the quarters she resided in with her family when she was unmarried.

Unceremoniously, Jesmyn allowed herself to plop down onto the plush settee before maneuvering her body to lay flat on her back. A loud, exhausted sigh came from her as her head rested on the arm of the settee, one of her ankles dangled off the cushion. Jesmyn's entire morning had been chaotic since the moment the ship sailed from Driftmark back to King's Landing.

Standing at the quarterdeck, Jesmyn watched the foamy waves as they rocked the ship through the water. A light sea wind blew against her, moving her hair slightly into her face. It all happened so fast, one moment she was admiring the sun shining brightly in the clear blue sky. Then, Criston storming off in her direction, his mood darkening anything in the vicinity and cryptically uttering three words bitterly as he passed, "You were right,"

Lest she forget the most startling occurrence of the morning, King Viserys collapsing to the ground after taking one step outside the wheelhouse in King's Landing. A shocking scene to witness, but Jesmyn's mind couldn’t have been further elsewhere. Since last night, she remained in a sour mood after her conversation with Princess Rhaenys, which she knew Rhaenyra had noticed the change in her demeanor.

What was she supposed tell her? That her older cousin accused her of being just as deceitful as her husband was and attacked her character? Rhaenyra would only brush it off as Princess Rhaenys' personality of not being one to mince words or her usual cynicism. To keep her sanity, Jesmyn decided to remain silent and to brood, her feelings had been dismissed more than enough times in the past two days, she was ready to snap if it happened once more.

Slowly, Jesmyn's eyes began to droop low, the toll of the voyage beginning to weigh on her body.

"Lady Hightower," a handmaiden called softly.

Jesmyn's eyes fluttered open, shifting them to the young girl in front of her, "Yes?" she answered irritatedly.

"You've been summoned," the handmaiden informed.

Exhaling heavily, Jesmyn swung her feet to the floor and pushed herself up from the settee into a sitting position. An action her baby was not particularly fond of as they gave a sharp kick in her kidneys which caused her to suck in air and wince. Gently, Jesmyn rubbed circles on her stomach to calm her baby down before gingerly standing up.

"Am I to meet Princess Rhaenyra in her quarters?" Jesmyn asked, her hand resting on her bump.

"It wasn’t the Princess who summoned you, milady," the handmaiden corrected, making Jesmyn's eyebrow arch. "The Queen wishes to see you,"

The journey to Alicent's chambers was longer than it should have, inexplicably she began to feel nauseous with every step she took forcing her to make several stops along the way. Standing outside the Queen's private chamber door, Jesmyn squeezed her eyes closed and pushed out a deep breath.

A handmaiden opened the door, allowing her to enter the room, but Jesmyn's steps faltered when she realized Alicent was not alone. Criston was inside as well. The door shut behind her and Jesmyn curtsied to Alicent.

"My Queen—" she began, but stopped when she felt her stomach attempting to leap out of her throat. Jesmyn clamped her hand over her mouth, trying to quell the nausea.

"Oh you poor thing!" Alicent comforted, standing up from her seat and rushing towards her. "Has the voyage left you ill?" she asked, her eyes sympathetic as she helped Jesmyn to her full height from her bow before leading her to the sofa she occupied only moments before.

"It's nothing," Jesmyn reassured, watching Alicent sit back down. "I just need to lay down and this sickness will pass,” she explained.

"Then I will try to make this quick," Alicent stated, which made Jesmyn cock her head slightly. "Sit, why don't you," she suggested nervously, patting the empty cushion beside her.

"I am not fragile Alicent, honest," Jesmyn said, chuckling at her friend’s fretting.

"As you wish," Alicent said, with a nod and an uneasy smile. "I…I—how should I say this?" she questioned, but it was directed towards herself.

Jesmyn frowned at the swift change of mood from Alicent and glanced over to Criston. Briefly, he met her stare before guiltily lowering his eyes to the floor.

"Has some—"

"Rhaenyra lied to you!"

The sharpness of Alicent's interjection struck Jesmyn with icy coldness as she slowly digested her words. Jesmyn's heart faltered a beat, an invisible dagger plunging into it. A pressure on her chest.

"No…no…" she choked out in denial, slowly shaking her head back and forth.

Jesmyn's stomach suddenly twisted itself violently into a tighter knot than it had earlier. For a moment, she could feel nothing, and yet everything all at once. She couldn't speak, her body going numb, feeling light and heavy at the same time. Jesmyn was scarcely capable of forming a coherent thought. Rage, horror, sadness, and betrayal coursed through her, fighting each other for dominance.

"S-She swore on her mother's grave!" she whispered to herself. "She swore on her mother's grave!" she repeated, in near frenzy.

To remain standing any longer was a growing challenge for Jesmyn by the second, when finally her trembling legs gave out beneath her. She sank down onto the sofa, a fog clouding her mind while dizziness spun through her skull. Jesmyn's heart pounded in her ears, filling her head with noise. She couldn't hear anything outside the deafening sounds of her own breath. Otto's words from last night gradually became deafening in her head.

"Too blinded by friendship to recognize it is very the manner of how she manipulates you,"

Faintly, Jesmyn thought she heard her name, but couldn’t make out the owner of the voice saying it.

"Jesmyn?" the voice asked, somewhere in the distance

Suddenly, a pair of hands, that were soft yet firm, grasped her own. They forced Jesmyn from her daze, causing her eyes to snap up to meet Alicent's.

"Rhaenyra wouldn't do that to me," Jesmyn said, her voice hoarse and sounding nothing like her own. "I—I value our friendship so dearly, I went against my own beloved husband," she continued airily, still feeling far, far away from her body.

"It's true, Jesmyn," Alicent reaffirmed, squeezing her hands. "She lied to you, to us," she shifted her stare to Criston. "Tell her Ser Criston," she demanded.

"Lady Hightower, it was I who laid with Princess Rhaenyra that night," Criston confessed, looking down in shame.

Jesmyn swallowed Criston's confession bitterly, "She told the truth, on a technicality," she said, inhaling a deep breath and shuddering slightly. "Daemon didn't fuck her in that pleasure house, but it was you who took her maidenhood?"

"Yes, My Lady,"

A gasping, broken sob reverberated in the air, "W-What have I done? My marriage is in…ruins ….and for what? Jesmyn wondered, her voice wavering as her words came out in short breaths. "I–I need to write Otto, I—" she went on, until her stomach lurched suddenly and Jesmyn gasped. "I think I'm going to be sick,"

Swiftly, a chamberpot was held out in front of her which Jesmyn snatched into her grasp before hurling into it, spewing out her meal from earlier in the morning. She remained in the same position for a while, still retching.

"Thank the gods, a servant just cleaned that and left it here," Alicent commented, rubbing Jesmyn’s back.

Raising her face from the chamberpot, Jesmyn's stomach twisted uncomfortably at the sight of the contents within the pot. Gingerly, she placed the pot down onto the table, fearing that she'd throw up again if she stared at it too long.

"Alicent, I'm so sorry you had to bear witness to that," Jesmyn quavered, reclining against the sofa and clutching her stomach. "You as well, Sir Criston," she added, looking over to him.

"You have nothing to apologize for," Alicent stated.

"I must go," Jesmyn announced shakily, dabbing the corners of her mouth with the inside of her wrist. "Arrangements need to be made," she informed, standing up.

The abrupt movement caused stars to dance in front of her eyes. Jesmyn’s hand shot out to grip the back of the sofa chair to steady herself, feeling her heart rate speed up.

"Jesmyn?"

She waved her hand dismissively, "I'm fine," Jesmyn assured, with a tight smile despite exhaustion creeping over her.

"Are you sure, Lady Hightower?" Criston questioned.

"I said I’m fine Sir Criston!" Jesmyn repeated sharply, releasing her grip from the couch and righting herself.

Taking a few steps forward, Jesmyn felt herself sway on her feet while her sight became strangely blurred. She blinked in rapid succession, blood pounding wildly in her ears and drowning out all sounds around her. Unsteadily, she moved forward again, however this time Jesmyn could no longer feel the floor beneath her feet. The room began to spin right before Jesmyn's eyes, rendering her sense of direction completely null. Darkness crept around the edges of her blurred vision, forcing her to close her eyes and orient herself. It was a misguided action to take.

Once her eyes shut, her knees buckled beneath her sending her collapsing to the floor.

~~~x~~~

Jesmyn awoke with a start, her eyes snapping open as a startled gasp escaped her. Wildly, her eyes darted around in confusion and panic as she took in her surroundings. A few seconds passed before Jesmyn realized she was in her bed within her new quarters, safe. Squeezing her eyes shut, Jesmyn exhaled heavily and rubbed her hand over her eyes. When she reopened her eyes, Alicent stood just inches away from the foot of her bed.

"Gods!" Jesmyn exclaimed, her body jolting with fright.

"Apologies, I didn't intend to scare you," Alicent said gently. "I heard rustling from within here, and came to check on you," she explained.

Carefully, Jesmyn pushed herself up from the bed and leaned back against the headboard.

"What happened?" Jesmyn asked, blinking and rubbing her eyes once more.

"You fainted," Alicent answered, looking over her in concern. "It all happened so quickly, you were unsteady on your feet, then you just crumbled to the floor. I don’t know what was worse, seeing you collapse or hearing it. Scared Ser Criston and I to death,"

Jesmyn's hand shot down to her stomach, "My baby—""

"Is just fine," Alicent cut in reassuringly. "Maester Mellos assured me as much," she answered, causing Jesmyn to let a sigh of relief. "How are you feeling now?" Alicent questioned.

"A bit dizzy, still," Jesmyn replied, turning her head to look out the window to see the sun was beginning to set. "I could only imagine what your father would say if he witnessed my fainting spell," she remarked, a small grin creeping on her lips.

"Probably forbid you from ever leaving the bed and have you waited on hand and foot" she joked, and the girls shared a laugh with each other.

Jesmyn faced Alicent again, "By the Seven, Otto's fussing over could be unbearable, but now that he’s no longer at court with me, I'll miss it more than I thought possible," she admitted, her mood turning solemn and dropping her stare down at her hands.

"And it's my fault," she thought.

A frown creased her forehead, "Has she heard about the incident, the princess?" Jesmyn spat out, disdain dripping from each word.

"She has, but I had a handmaiden to relay the message that you are not to be disturbed, maester’s orders," Alicent answered, with a half smirk.

"Good," Jesmyn said, nodding to herself. "I don't know how I will bring myself to assist Rhaenyra with all the festivities for her wedding this week, let alone, the opening feast tomorrow," she commented, her eyes narrowing.

"So don't," Alicent responded simply, making Jesmyn raise her head in shock.

"What do you mean, don't?" Jesmyn repeated, brows furrowing.

Alicent moved to stand by her bedside, "We'll discuss it further tomorrow, when you're better," she said, bending down to give a quick peck on Jesmyn's cheek.

~~~x~~~

Lords and Ladies from every corner of the Seven Kingdoms flocked to King's Landing to celebrate the wedding of the two most powerful Houses in Westeros, the Targaryens and the Velaryons. The joyous festivities commenced with a grand feast, promising a night full of dancing, drinking, and merriment. However, these feelings were not shared by all.

In silence, two young women walked the halls of the Red Keep side by side. For Jesmyn, everything was numb and nothing felt real. She walked daze like through the halls, following the noises from the throne room. Almost a decade long of friendship and good will, gone within a blink of an eye. All from one, little half lie. A lie which Rhaenyra allowed to leave her lips effortlessly.

"The ceremony is beginning," Alicent noted, rousing Jesmyn from her stupor.

Standing in front of throne room, Jesmyn could hear Viserys' echoing voice behind the massive doors.

She looked to Alicent, "We've discussed this for hours on end, but now that the moment's here I find myself rather nervous," Jesmyn admitted.

"Don't be," Alicent insisted, turning to face Jesmyn. "Princess Rhaenyra has made it crystal clear where her loyalties lie," she reminded, her eyes hardening. "It's time we do the same," she declared quietly.

Jesmyn glanced down to both of their gowns they donned for the evening, green like the beacon of Hightower.

"We will certainly turn heads that's for sure," Jesmyn stated, a slight chuckle escaping her.

"Head high," Alicent ordered gently, using her finger to lightly lift up Jesmyn's chin. "What are we?" Alicent questioned, allowing a small grin to form on her lips.

"We're Hightower women," Jesmyn answered confidently, with a smirk.

"And what do we do?"

"We light the way,"

Holding each other's stare, Alicent and Jesmyn nodded their heads in unison.

"Shall we?" Jesmyn asked, holding her arm out.

"With pleasure," Alicent responded confidently, linking her arm with Jesmyn's. "Open the doors!" she demanded, staring ahead at the guards.

With a low creak, Jesmyn could see a sliver of the throne room and at the center of it stood Viserys, still giving his speech.

"Reaching back to the old days of Old Valyria and the Age of Dragons. With House Targaryen and H-" Viserys cut himself off mid sentence, as the sound of the doors opening drew his attention ahead.

Every courtier followed his gaze to the doors where Alicent and Jesmyn stood arm in arm. Instantly, murmurs filled the room as everyone rose to their feet, Hightower being one of the first houses to do so. The two of them were the essence of grace as they made their way deeper into the hall. Jesmyn dared glance in Rhaenyra's direction to see her subtly horrified expression, Jesmyn told a lie of her own this day; that she was too unwell to assist and attend the feast tonight. When truthfully, she wished to be as far away as possible from the princess. Jesmyn kept her face neutral. Her eyes were detached, scornful, but she was more composed than she had been for the past 48 hours, albeit without her typical jovialness.

Jesmyn passed her family's table, catching the stares of her family members. Curiosity was in all their eyes, they were well aware how close Jesmyn had been with Rhaenyra. So, for her to be making such a bold move with Alicent, who was draped in Hightower green they knew something must of went down. Jesmyn met her parent's stare, silently telling them, we'll speak later.

Approaching the Hightower table, Jesmyn smoothly removed her arm from Alicent's and seemingly glided over to where Hobert stood. A proud smirk on his lips, Hobert bows his heads to Alicent along with several members of the table. To Jesmyn's surprise, her good brother extended this gesture towards her as well which she happily returned.

"Hobert," Jesmyn greeted quietly.

"Good sister," he responded, extending his hand out to help her sit.

Once Alicent was seated at the table, Viserys began to resume his speech which Jesmyn and Alicent had interrupted with their dramatic entrance, but it was apparent he could not remember where he had left off. It wasn’t until Lord Lyonel Strong slightly leaned over to Viserys that he remembered his train of thought.

"With House Targaryen and House Velaryon united," Viserys continued, "I hope to herald a second Age of Dragons in Westeros," he proclaimed, which received applause along with some banging on the tables. "And after tonight's small affair," he joked, causing laughter to echo in the room. "Seven days of tournament and feasting – and at the end of it all – a royal wedding between my daughter and Ser Laenor Velaryon, the heir to Driftmark,"

Applause thundered across the hall once more and shortly thereafter, Rhaenyra and Laenor's first dance followed. All eyes were glued the couple as the beating of drums echoed in the hall, taking Rhaenyra's outstretched hand Laenor began their dance with one another.

"Good brother," Jesmyn called lowly, and Hobert shifted his attention to her. "Might you have room for a wheelhouse of three on the trip back home?" she asked curiously.

"Don't you mean four, good sister?" he corrected softly, with a small grin which Jesmyn shared.

When the dance was finished, lords and ladies flocked to the dance floor to join in with the dancing as well. Meanwhile, Jesmyn was on her feet to mainly stretch her legs, but it quickly turned into Hobert proudly showing her off to the rest of the Hightower's at their table.

"There's another son of Oldtown growing within her, I'm confident!" Hobert exclaimed, beaming happily at the thought.

In the most bizarre turn of events, Hobert's and Jesmyn's relationship had actually blossomed due to the birth of the twins. The way the older man incessantly pestered her about having children, people would think she was married to him and not his younger brother. Looking back now, Jesmyn realized all he truly wanted was nieces and nephews to spoil, but gods above, he could've been so less cruel about it.

She laughed, "My stomach is hanging low," Jesmyn remarked, holding the bump.

"No, it’s going to be a girl this time around!" a female cousin disagreed, eyes gleaming at the thought. "Twin girls!" she added excitedly.

"Otto would faint," Jesmyn replied, another laughing bubbling out of her.

"Yes, and he wouldn't be the only one," Hobert stated humorously.

A chorus of laughter rang out from the Hightower table and from the corner of her eye, Jesmyn saw Alicent approaching them. For the first time that night, Jesmyn saw a genuine smile on Alicent's face as she walked towards her uncle. Bowing before her, Hobert lightly grasped her arms and bore a proud grin once more.

"Thank you for coming, uncle," Alicent said, happily greeting him.

"I worried that given leave of your father's shadow, you might wither in King's Landing's sun. But, I see that you stand tall. Know that Oldtown stands with you," Hobert declared, and Alicent with nodded a tiny smirk at his words. "I see you even managed to talk some sense into Jesmyn about returning home," he mentioned, making the vein Jesmyn's forehead throb.

"Oh, I didn’t—"

"Hobert, I was just beginning to grow fond of you, until now," Jesmyn bantered, but also was half serious.

"My daughter jests, she was taught to never hold grudges," Lord Clarick stated, from behind her.

"Wait until I tell you about the antics Rhaenyra's been up to recently, that will surely make you rethink that lesson," Jesmyn thought.

She spun around, "Father!" Jesmyn greeted happily, walking towards him with her arms outstretched.

Grinning, Lord Clarick brings her into a careful hug feeling her growing belly against him.

"It's good to see you on your feet, Jesmyn. The Queen told me that you collapsed yesterday," Lord Clarick said, with a small frown as he took a hold of her hands.

"I'm fine Father, a combination of tiredness and a little nausea from traveling to Driftmark and back," Jesmyn lied, squeezing his hands to reassure him.

"Speaking of The Queen," he began, his voice dropping so only she could hear him. "What was—"

Suddenly, screams pierced the air in the hall, causing Jesmyn to flinch before whipping her head to the dance floor.

She stepped away from Lord Clarick, "What’s going on?" Jesmyn asked, panic in her question.

Then, the crowd started scattering like rats from the area where scream originated and the throne room was plunged into absolute chaos. Bumping and shoving quickly ensued as the mass attempt by courtiers to run toward the exit led to people being trampled on. Jesmyn was just barely able to react in time to protect herself and her baby. With the crowd jostling around her, she was pushed further and further away from her father and Hobert. Frantically looking around through the sea of bodies, she managed to catch the eyes of Hobert who was next to a younger Hightower cousin.

"Hobert!" Jesmyn screamed, terror in her eyes as she protectively pressed her arm against her stomach.

Hobert looked at the young man and pointed to her, immediately he fought his way over to her. Strong arming his way through, he scooped her up as if she was light as a feather and began carrying her to safety. Jesmyn searched the crowd from her new vantage point, still trying to determine what caused all this, but even from the shoulders of her cousin, she couldn't see.

However, despite the madness that enveloped the throne room, a single thought arose in Jesmyn's mind, pushing out all others.

"This disastrous wedding is nothing less than what Rhaenyra deserves,"

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A few days later

Servants hurried about to and from, carrying trunks of various sizes to the many wheelhouses that lined the courtyard of the Red Keep. At the center of this tempest activity stood Jesmyn, being seen off by two members of the royal family.

"I do wish you would stay, but I think being among family and friends in Oldtown will do well for you and the babe," Alicent said, a smile gracing her features. "And the little ones too," she added, giving Vanesha's button nose a playful squeeze.

Squealing in laughter, Vanesha squirmed around in her older sister's arms.

"I couldn’t agree more, my Queen," Jesmyn responded, mirroring Alicent's expression. "It's been too long since I been in Oldtown. Despite our quarrel, I know having the twins home will bring your father the much needed joy after everything that has transpired," she commented, as Alicent handed Vanesha off to the waiting handmaiden to take her.

"You'll write me the moment you're safely inside Hightower, yes?" Alicent questioned earnestly.

"Was there ever a doubt?" Jesmyn asked back humorously. Her eyes slid to Criston, who stood protectively next to Alicent's side. "Ser Criston, I trust you will look after our Queen with my departure? True friends are so difficult to find in these times," she mentioned.

Criston bowed his head, "You have my word, Lady Hightower," he promised, a ghost of smirk on his face.

With a smile, Jesmyn moved away from Alicent and Criston and towards Rhaenyra who stood with her new sworn shield, Harwin Strong. Sauntering purposefully over to the princess, the pebbles in courtyard crunched underneath Jesmyn's shoes. Even with the flurry of activity around them, the strident noise pierced the air in the otherwise noisy courtyard.

Standing in front Rhaenyra, Jesmyn had gone from cheerful to stoic in a split second.

"Princess Rhaenyra," Jesmyn greeted curtly, curtsying to her.

"It pains me to see you go. I was so looking forward to our spent together as my lady in waiting Jesmyn," Rhaenyra said diplomatically, and Jesmyn involuntarily quirked an eyebrow at the use of her name.

"Yes, well, after having some time to reconsider my decision following that nasty business that occurred at your wedding feast, I've come to realize something," Jesmyn stated, peering down at Rhaenyra with an expressionless stare. "Without my Lord Husband, I find King's Landing an ill-suited environment to raise my children, so many unsavory characters here at court. It would be ashamed if they were tainted by proximity," she asserted, her eyes boring into Rhaenyra's who subtly shrank underneath their gaze.

Jesmyn let Rhaenyra suffer under her withering stare a few seconds longer before clearing her throat and removing her arms from underneath her cloak. In her hands, Jesmyn held an object slightly larger than both of her palms put together.

"I do have a gift for you though, Princess Rhaenyra," Jesmyn informed, keeping the object face down. "Something for you to remember me by in my absence here," she finished, finally the presenting the gift to Rhaenyra.

With its face up, Jesmyn held the finished embroidery of the High Tower of Oldtown, its beacon lit.

#otto hightower x reader #black!reader #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon fanfiction #game of thrones x reader #game of thrones fanfiction #games of thrones oc #otto hightower x oc #hotd x reader #got x reader #black fanfiction

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catscidr · 5 months

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natural remedy

cw: written in the third person, childe being slightly obsessive and weird, fluff and comfort to an extent. allusions to previous self-harm but nothing graphic, nonsexual intimacy includes: gn!reader, childe wc: 2,7k a/n: i wrote this a couple of months ago when i was sick and delirious and was just craving a strong russian bf (childe) to take care of me(༎ຶ⌑༎ຶ) ssoooo if this reads weird it's because i couldn't rly process my own thoughts when i wrote it out LOL. i fixed it up as best as i could but i dont wanna spend my time rewriting 5 whole pages...... posting this and then going through my inbox and Not answering asks in third person

Equipped with a backpack full of various sized logs, some berries he had managed to scavenge and a dead hare that he held by the scruff of its neck, the young man tossed his blade away, the weapon dissipating in the air as mist. Though the wind nipped at the small bits of skin he left exposed through his winter garbs, it was still enough to leave him shivering- even if he was used to the harsh winters of his homeland. The redhead had the misfortune to get caught in a scuffle with a wandering man and, though he usually reveled in any opportunity to get his hands bloody, this time he couldn’t allow himself to enjoy the bloodshed.

With his breath creating small clouds of air in front of his face and droplets of blood drying on his coat, Tartaglia had only one thing on his mind; to get back to the cabin as soon as he could. The sun was setting at a rapid pace- he looked up at the beautiful, hazy orange and pink sky and scoffed. He was still about half a mile away from the secluded cabin. He couldn’t spare any more time away from it and, with a determined scowl, picked up the pace of his strides.

Murmuring under his breath, the young man keeps on trudging through the thick snow as light began to grow sparser. All he could see was snow, dead trees and old, dried blood on top of the crystal white sheet covering the ground. Tartaglia readjusts the backpack on his back, making the straps around his torso tighter and continues his journey with an empty, quiet mind. Usually, he would walk the other way and seek out some more poor souls to fight in the tundra forest and even hunt for some more animals to bring back to his abode like a trophy, but the knowledge that his beloved was alone, ill and hungry wouldn’t let him rest and enjoy the joys of his crazed mind for even a moment.

He leaves a trail of prickles of blood behind him as he walks sluggishly through the snow. It would soon be covered by even more snow, as the snowstorm went on. Clutching onto the dead hare tightly, Tartaglia holds back the urge to mutilate the animal out of anger. Or was it frustration, or even maybe desperation? Bitterness?

No, nothing of the sort. All Tartaglia felt was a mix of disheartenment, defeat, and in some way even failure. It had been three days and his beloved’s physical state wasn’t getting any better- what was there left to do? He tried all of his mother’s home remedies that he remembered and yet they would stay bedridden, struggling to even lift their spoon up to their face to drink the warm, soothing broth. He felt powerless, like all there was left to do was to watch them wither away. It felt like the forest was closing in on him, the trees seeming taller and thicker the more he made his way through the storm. He shuddered, a shaky sigh leaving his chapped lips.

With a trembling hand he lifted his red scarf high enough to cover his nose, and tried to focus on getting home.

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“I’m back!” he shouts as soon as he opens the door of the cabin, doorknob hitting the wall roughly from the harsh winds whipping into the abode. Using his foot, he swiftly closes it and takes off his thick hat, soft snow falling on the wooden floorboards of the entrance. After a few moments of tinkering with the straps of the backpack, it drops to the floor with a thud and Tartaglia takes off his large boots, tossing them aside. He heads into the small kitchen area, placing the- now practically frozen- dead hare on the counter and then heads into the doorway, grabbing the backpack with a huff.

“Darling?” Tartaglia calls out, glancing at the closed door at the end of the hallway. He pauses, awaiting an answer. A million thoughts were floating in his head- was his beloved alright? Did they try to get out of bed and accidentally hit their head? They were most likely just asleep... but what if they got out and he didn’t notice because their footprints got covered by the snowfall? Were they stuck outside, cold and hungry, slowly dying as life faded from their frail body-

“Welcome back,” he hears a quiet voice say after a few seconds, right when he was about to shout again and make a beeline for the bedroom. Sighing from relief, the ginger runs a hand through his hair and grabs a handful of logs from the backpack and tosses them near the fireplace to fuel later.

He opens the bedroom door softly, peeking in at first before opening it fully, revealing the huddled form of his beloved in the blankets of their shared bed.

“How are you feeling?” the ginger asks softly, crouching to their level to brush away a few strands of hair that had fallen over their forehead. They groan, shifting to uncover their mouth from the large duvet- even just a motion as small and insignificant as moving their head was strenuous.

“Gross,” they say, voice hoarse. Tartaglia frowns but doesn’t move from his crouched position as he takes off one of his gloves, placing the back of his hand on their forehead. His brows furrow, displeasure clear on his face.

“You’re still burning up,” the ginger murmurs back. “And you’re sweating now. Have you taken your medication?” he asks.

He had been gone since early in the morning, having left to gather materials to sustain them for a bit longer while they both recuperated in the cabin. Although he wasn’t gone too long, Tartaglia had developed a habit of being overly protective of his beloved in the past few weeks. If they weren’t going to take care of themselves then he would do it for them- the fact that they got sick only further drove him to being as overbearing as he was now, so he wasn’t in the wrong for it.

“I’m too tired,” they slur, whining as they bury their face in the plush blanket once more. The fabric touching them made their skin crawl but as the uncomfortable feeling passed, they sighed contentedly.

Tartaglia clicks his tongue, displeased that they were being so uncooperative. But that wasn’t exactly unexpected- so he stands up and holds onto the corner of the blanket coddling the body in the bed below him and rips it off harshly. A startled whimper leaves their lips, and they immediately curl into themselves to preserve their (unregulated) body heat.

“You need to shower,” the ginger says with an unreadable gaze, his cerulean eyes scanning his darling’s body like a security camera would an intruder. “You sweat through the bed sheets and your shirt is sticking to your skin. Have you even gotten out of the room since I left?” he asks with a tilt of his head, seemingly not paying attention to the way his darling shivered and squirmed. They respond with a meek shake of their head, face buried in the pillow as they quiver uncomfortably because of how cold the air is in the cabin. The man says nothing in response, instead deciding to toss the duvet to the edge of the bed as he slips his arms beneath his lover’s shivering form, picking them up off the bed.

“It's good that you’re sweating your sickness away, but you still need to be clean.” he says tenderly, bringing them to the bathroom in a bridal carry. They tuck their face into the crook of Tartaglia’s neck, desperately trying to regulate their body heat- to no avail. The movement of the redhead walking was enough to bring his darling discomfort, making their skin tingle unpleasantly. Dazed and lightheaded, they don’t notice him shutting the door with his foot as he steps through the threshold of the bathroom.

Tartaglia carefully sets them down on the edge of the sink’s counter, his hands lingering against their skin for a moment.

“Strip. Your cold is gonna get worse if you stay in those sweaty clothes,” he says, bringing one hand up to stroke their hair. With a huff, they shake their head slowly, eyes cast downwards. Tartaglia frowns, sliding the hand that was in their hair down to their chin to lift their head up. The movement makes them grunt in discomfort, skin prickling unpleasantly. He sighs, heart clenching at the sight of his beloved in such a sorry state.

“I’ll run a bath for you, it’ll be nice and warm. You’ll feel much better when you get out, so just cooperate for me, yeah?” he says softly, though his brows crease in frustration that only ignited within him because he was just so worried for them. Reluctantly, they give in and nod, earning a kiss on the cheek from Tartaglia. He smiles, soft lips lingering on their skin for a second too long before turning around, crouching to turn on the bath’s tap.

The sound echoes in the bathroom, loud and overwhelming for the poor sick individual, shaky hands coming up to cover their ears. Tartaglia, still focused on trying to get the bath to be warm enough to be comforting but not too much that it’ll burn his lover, stays oblivious to the distress they were silently enduring.

When finally satisfied, he swivels around to pay attention to his darling, his calloused hands coming up to take their smaller ones away from their ears. “C’mon,” he murmured. “I’ll help you out of your clothes.”

Too weak to argue they simply nod, raising their arms as best as they could while Tartaglia grabs the hem of their shirt and lifts it up over their head. The fabric catches onto their arms, inducing in a sharp hiss from the sick individual, and Tartaglia mumbles a soft apology as he frees them from their sweaty top. The redhead notices them shivering ever so slightly; he wraps an arm around their shoulder, gently bringing them down off the counter to slip their shorts off.

“Step out of them for me,” he says quietly. Taking a wobbly step, they do just that while holding onto Tartaglia for support. He smiles, satisfied, and carefully guides them to the bath.

“I’m going to take off your underwear now, that alright?” Tartaglia asks for courtesy’s sake, holding their hand tenderly. They squeak out a quiet yeah and, without wanting to keep them out of the comfort of the bath, he rids them of their undergarments and helps them into the warm water as quickly as he can without putting too much strain on their body.

Now sat in the small porcelain tub, his beloved sighs contentedly, head leaning back to relax the strain on their weak muscles, comforting warmth engulfing their tired body. Tartaglia smiles at the sight; he quietly gets up to grab a wash rag and a bar of soap to help get his darling clean. Sitting on the floor next to the bath, he gazes at his lover’s closed eyes, love pouring out of his being. A few minutes pass of this- of Tartaglia carefully observing the peaceful expression on their face- before he speaks up again.

“Sit up, I’m going to start washing you now.” he says sternly, voice laced with concern. They shake their head stubbornly, too comfortable to move. “Baby...” he drawls, raising a brow at the attitude. “C’mon. Work with me here? Please?” he asks, lip jutting out in a pout as he watches his dear begrudgingly sit up, wincing at their muscles working overtime to do so. He smiles at that and gets the rag wet, lathering it with soap. “Thank you,” he murmurs softly, massaging their shoulders, suds beginning to form on their arm.

The redhead brings the rag down, down until he reaches their forearm which, thankfully, was out of the water without him having to ask. He sighs quietly, carefully running the washrag over the textured skin, thumb brushing over it in soothing motions.

“Feeling better?” he asks, peeling his eyes away from their arm back to their face. His eyes meet theirs, and he notices an almost disconnected expression on his lover’s face. But they nod slowly, exhaustion clear on their face though still lucid and aware enough of their surroundings. His smile falters slightly at their tired face, his hand coming down to hold theirs. Tartaglia rubs his thumb along their skin, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to their temple.

“That’s good,” he murmurs. “Can you turn around for me? I need to wash your other side,” he asks gently. Without answering verbally, they do as he asks and painstakingly turn their body, water sloshing lightly in the bathtub. The sight almost reminded Tartaglia of a newborn deer wobbling over constantly, except this time his darling was the doe. Grabbing the washcloth again, he scrubs away at their skin to get them clean and comfortable again, cloth washing away the bad bacteria. He carefully scrubs their chest, not letting his hands linger for longer than they need to.

“All done with your upper body. Could you sit on the edge of the bath, sweetheart?” Tartaglia asks just as patiently as before.

He scrubs their lower body clean, mindful of where he touched as he finally got their body clean of sweat.

“All clean, baby. Want to wash your hair too?” he asks gently, his hand lightly pushing any hair that had fallen over his beloved’s forehead. They lean into his touch, brows furrowing ever so slightly.

“No,” they respond quietly. “Can I just go back to bed?” they ask meekly, voice hoarse. Tartaglia disapproves but doesn’t argue, understanding how draining it must have been to take a bath. He leaves their side to grab a plush towel, helping them up as he wraps it around their tired body. A sigh escapes their lips as their arms hold onto the towel as best as they could to preserve warmth. Tartaglia chuckles at the cute sight, patting their head fondly.

“You can stand now, that’s good. Let’s go to the bedroom and I’ll help you get dressed, then you can sleep some more.” he says, wrapping an arm around their shoulders to help them walk should the need arise. Thankfully, they both make it to the bedroom in one piece, however Tartaglia’s beloved almost collapses on the bed, strength leaving them from walking and straining their tired muscles. Tartaglia helps them sit down, pulling the towel away as he dries them properly.

He comes back shortly after, holding a pair of underwear and one of his tee shirts. “Lift up your arms,” he says gently, pulling the shirt over their head, a shudder wracking their body as they feel the texture of the fabric brush against their bare skin. He pays no mind to it, instead helping them put on their underwear as casually and quickly as he could. When that’s done, he tosses the towel to the side and places his hands on their arms, looking down at his lover with a tender gaze.

Tartaglia doesn’t speak for a while, lost in his thoughts.

“Sure you don’t want to eat something? You must be hungry,” he says, trying to subtly persuade them to eat. They shake their head, declining, and he has to hold back the urge to sigh. He was just so damn worried- why couldn’t they let him do this for them? But he shakes those thoughts away, focusing on making them comfortable.

His beloved lays down on the bed with a quiet oof, curling in on themselves to warm themselves up. Tartaglia notices and quickly lays down in front of them, manhandling them just enough to move their position so he can hold them on the side while still able to look at them. They curl themselves against him, nuzzling themselves under his neck for warmth. He chuckles, light and airy, before pulling the sheets up over their body and tangling his legs with theirs, bringing his free hand down to caress their arm. Slowly and carefully, the redhead brings their inner wrist up to his face, kissing it softly. He hums, content, and closes his eyes.

“Goodnight love,” he says quietly, lowering their arm to a comfortable position between them and leaning forward to kiss their forehead gently as they both drift off.

#idk why i wrote this in third person i think i was a little Too out of it when i typed this out help #childe x reader #childe x you #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia x you #childe x gn reader #tartaglia x gn reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #୧ ‧₊˚cat's work!

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eneablack · 5 months

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I channeled one of my spirit guides

We talked for around 2 hours and I tried doing automatic writing for the first time so some things might be wrong or not really accurate but I feel like most things are actually true. Also I couldn’t translate well what he said so this will feel very superficial lol.

I will write all that he told me.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🎐 ⋅ INTRO

His name is Mars and he is 3704 years old, he’s an angel-alien born in the constellation of Lyra.

He has curly blond hair, blue eyes and freckles like in the pics above, and has big white wings with blue tips.

He’s diligent, calm, caring, clear, correct. He gives big Enfj vibes. His presence is very calming, comforting and warm.

His corrispondent animal is a Hare and his color is Cobalt blue. A song he likes is “Hand over hand, by Roland Faunte”, and a movie he likes is “The fault in our stars”.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🎐 ⋅ HIS HELP

He’s here to help me find peace of mind and tranquility, he recommended to meditate daily and do overall breath work.

“You have to trust yourself because if not you won’t ever be able to do it, I’m not sure if you’re aware but I believe in you and you have to trust, leave all the worries okay? We are here and we won’t leave you. This means that we won’t abandon you and you’re never alone so you can calm down.”

-What about calming the mind?

“Breathing and releasing of stress in the body, try doing astral projection visualings yourself in water, and let go. Drink some tea and cover yourself up. Release tension and do yoga nidra.”

-About manifestation?

“Look at your vision board daily and trust that it is coming to you. Again, release stress because it is important.” Method that I should do? “Two cups method.”

-What about my life?

“Think of yourself and not for others, let yourself go and live in the moment minute by minute, carpe diem, believe in yourself and trust in the unpredictability because everything has a meaning and nothings is senseless. For your social anxiety don’t focus on what others might think, instead lift your chin up and walk proud of yourself, try to work on your confidence so work on yourself overall. For your anxiety in general leave the grip and try balancing your breath work. don’t criticise yourself, instead be proud of the little things, you can do it. To be more independent start by letting go of all the weights of the world around.”

- About shifting?

“Visualise while doing SATS, don’t overcomplicate it or stress yourself, trust the process because you can do it again, you’re not inferior to anything so don’t put yourself down. When you visualise let the images come by themselves. Ask yourself questions to do some introspection, to know yourself better and understand your readings and goals. Again, believe in yourself and trust the process.”

୧ ‧₊˚ 🎐 ⋅ OTHER

He is not a total “good energy”, he’s a balance of everything, just like all the rest of things in the universe.

“All is infinite, criticism hides humans from all wise known, all of you are stuck and blocked out of your spirituality but you can work on it with effort and persistence. Go out in the nature, breath and hold stones in your hands. Grounding is essential. You’re all celestial beings, and actually you’re inhuman, you distanced yourself from nature and this is not normal for you, you’re not destined to this so you have to lift to another hugged dimension. We all are here for you, you just have to reach out and meditate, meditate, and meditate. Only this way you can lift higher and reach your true nature.”

#spirit guides #channeling #reality shifting #shifting realities #shifting #manifestation #loa #loassumption #loa blog #neville goddard #guardian angel #aliens #starseed

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riddle-me-ri · 9 months

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a/n: PHEW okay so here's one of two 4k commissions I was working on. And it's for my very amazing friend @mischievous-marchie (tagging the NSFW blog because this is so NSFW lmao) Marchie, thank you so much for supporting my writing and trusting me with your main man Jervis, and all his variations. I hope I did your sweet idea justice and thanks so much again for supporting me by commissioning me. It means the world. And I hope everyone else gets to enjoy it too.

*Also reader is referred to as the March Hare cause Alice is overrated, The Hare was always my favorite and...yeah it's its for March lol

Content Warning: explicit sexual content, masturbation, sex toy, mutual masturbation, unprotected sexual intercourse (gn so no specific genitalia mentioned), caught in the act, and making out.

Word Count: 4.5 k

General Mad Hatter x Reader - Call Out My Name

Your fingers drummed along the hardback cover of a novel you were trying to read. Soon the tapping of your fingers migrated to your foot on the floor.

You groaned in frustration.

You grew restless with boredom.

Even the white noise of some random show that played on TV began to become silencing…just an echo of how lonely and dim it was when he wasn’t around.

You sighed, finally surrendering and putting the book down on the coffee table.

Why did Jervis have to be in Arkham?

You knew why, because if one of you was to get caught by Batman… Jervis ensured it was only going to be him every time. Jervis always made sure you had an escape, even if you didn’t know he had one for you.

“Arkham is no place for lovely people, my dear.” He explained once in a moment of lucidity. “I take it as a chance to reconvene my thoughts and even get to visit old friends.” He chuckled before he continued. “So don’t worry about me, dear…Although don’t forget about me either…please.”

Your heart panged the same way it did the day he told you that. He didn’t have to worry about you ever forgetting him.

You could never forget about the man you have loved and continue to love feverishly since day one.

If he only knew, sometimes you wished he would just miraculously figure it out. Then maybe, just maybe, he would be compelled to reveal his feelings…if he had any for you that is.

It felt like he did anyhow, the way he’d protect you from Batman, how he always somehow made time to see you or include you in everything.

You two have been companions for quite awhile. Jervis has always been charming, kind, and fun. He always made you smile, even on days when you didn’t feel like rolling out of bed.

You tried your best to always be there for him.

During his highs and lows, his madness and his lucidity, for everything. In turn, Jervis is always there for you when you need him in any capacity (except when he was locked up, which he always felt guilty for leaving you.)

You two were inseparable.

The Mad Hatter and The March Hare at the Mad Tea Party–only missing a sleepy Dormouse.

Yes, a strong, loyal relationship was formed, but if only it could transition from platonic to romantic…

Of course, it didn’t help that he is exquisitely handsome in the most unconventional way that was endearing to you.

Jervis’ wide bright eyes, cute elongated buck teeth, raggedy hair, and his obtuse nose that you desperately wanted to kiss.

You sighed as you sunk yourself deeper into the couch, no doubt creating a uniquely shaped dent in the cushions from lounging there all day.

You really did miss him. All of this reminiscing probably doesn’t help either. You just couldn’t help it, just forming his image in your mind made you happier.

Perhaps…this imagining could help in another area and maybe you can salvage the boring day and turn it into a fun night.

For a moment, you were grateful that Jervis wasn’t around…

The cushions of the couch sunk against your weight as you laid back and made yourself comfortable.

You took a deep breath as your head nestled into the plush arm rest. You slowly rolled up the long graphic tee you wore, exposing your lower body.

It had been a minute since you ventured into the realms of self love in the most physical sense, but you were certain the awkwardness of the start would be well worth the pleasure in the aftermath.

Your breath hitched as your fingers fell into a decent rhythm stimulating your sex. Every nerve ending on every pore of your skin was ignited.

You decide to finally take it up a notch.

You reluctantly removed your hand to reach for the toy on the side table behind your head. You snatched up the dark blue bullet vibrator and turned it on to a low setting.

Your body jerked slightly at the vibrating sensations as you glided the toy over your chest and down your abdomen. The smooth material made you wish it was something else.

Instead of the cool smooth mechanical texture…it was rough, soft, and warm.

Instead of your hand controlling a toy, it was someone else’s hand, better yet, Jervis’ gloved fingers.

Desperately, you wished it was Jervis that stimulated your body.

It was his warm diligent hands roaming across your skin causing goosebumps to form. His hands that created delicious friction that you craved.

As the vibrator made its way closer to your sex, the setting was turned up higher and your moans became louder and more drawn out.

The vibrations added with the continued pace of your other hand on your genitals. You were a withering mess on the couch.

Your eyes tightly closed, trying like crazy to suspend reality and envision it was Jervis doing this to you.

Your moans soon turned into pants and cries. “J-Jervis…Jervis!”

As you were chasing that sweet release, as if your imaginations manifested him…

Jervis Tetch was actually a free man and was making his way to your apartment.

Jervis was absolutely beaming with excitement. Adrenaline was still pumping in his veins from his narrow escape from Arkham.

The moment he was out, he knew he had to come see you and let you know he was free! The only person that would actually be waiting for him on the other side…

He just couldn’t wait to surprise you.

Jervis missed you terribly. No one else understood him, appreciated him…genuinely liked him like you do. To say you made his heart race would be an understatement. However, he was extremely cautious and uncertain.

As much as he wanted to sweep you off your feet, hold you, kiss you…he didn’t want to risk the chance of losing you–as he has lost others.

Jervis wasn’t sure he could handle losing you in any capacity.

Hence why he always did his best to protect you when things got dodgy. Despite your stubbornness to stay by his side…something he juxtapositionally adored and lamented about you.

His gloved knuckles barely racked along your door when he heard–

“J-Jervis! Jervis!”

Jervis’ heart fell to his stomach. The adrenaline from his escape rose back up out of sheer panic for you. He quickly grabbed the doorknob and was stantly met with resistance from the locked handle.

Seeing no other option, he began backing away and braced himself with his side as he ran shoulder first into your door–

You were so lost in your motions and the fantasy in your mind that you didn’t register the reality of your doorknob being rattled.

You were none the wiser to another presence until he made himself known by busting down your door.

The loud bang of the door hitting your wall woke you up from your pleasurable reverie.

Quickly, you sat up, hastily lowering your shirt back down and threw a blanket over your lower half for good measure.

You were petrified and frustrated.

“J-Jervis?” You let out in a small almost mousy voice, as you finally took in who the intruder was.

Jervis was looking around wildly, expecting some type of altercation to be happening, but quickly came to the realization nothing was awry.

In fact, you were alone, on your couch…nothing entirely out of place.

“Um…well..this is quite a predicament.” He chuckled sheepishly, as he lifted his hat to scratch at the side of his head.

You gulped down a mouthful of air as you tried to regulate your heartbeat. You began silently praying to whoever could hear that he wouldn’t put two and two together of what you were doing.

“Jervis,” you began, still trying to calm your nerves that were currently in a tailspin at the moment. “I-W-What are you–how…why did you break in?”

Your mind struggled to think of just one question, but that one seemed the most pressing. Usually, when Jervis came over he always knocked or he somehow let you know ahead of time that he was coming over.

“I-I heard you screaming my name…” He stretched his arms out exasperatedly. “I-I thought something was happening to you! It sounded all the same”

Whatever redness coalesced from your earlier activities quickly drained from your face.

“Ah…well…something was happening but nothing–bad…” You slowly began covering yourself up more with the blanket. Secretly wishing it would make you disappear.

“Yes, that much is obvious…so tell me, my dear. What was all the ruckus?”

“Um, well…I was..uh…”

“And what is that?” He interjected. Jervis pointed to a small rounded device on the ground that was still buzzing on the floor.

Jervis walked over towards where the object laid. He almost grabbed it until you grabbed his wrist.

“It’s nothing! I’ll get it! Oh sh-”

“Hare! Langua-oh…”

In your panicked leap for the toy, Jervis saw your state of dress or more like the lack thereof.

You couldn’t help but take note of how cute he looked when his face began blushing at the cheeks.

Even though yours was most likely as red as his is.

You instantly turned the toy off once it was in your grip.

As if seeing the vibrator in your hands was the final piece to the puzzle, Jervis was able to slowly put the puzzle of events together.

You were alone, on your couch, in nothing but a shirt, your skin was tinted red…you screamed his name…but not in danger or pain…

Jervis may be whimsical and mad most of the time, but he wasn’t ignorant.

You sighed as you saw him come to the conclusion of what happened. Somewhere deep down you were grateful you didn’t have to spell it out.

“I’m sorry.”

“I apologize-”

You both looked up at each other after apologizing at the same time.

“I-I didn’t mean to make you panic.” You continued, rubbing your arm.

“I didn’t mean to…ahem…ruin your fun?” He nervously chuckled as he played with his hat brim.

“It’s okay.” You reassured him softly. “I appreciate your concern.”

Jervis nodded. Of course he was concerned, he was always concerned for your safety.

“Yet…the question remains…why did you cry my name?”

Jervis had an idea why. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t guilty of the same act, but he just needed you to confirm it.

You looked away coyishly, biting your lip to keep from just dumping your emotions mixed with your explanations on him.

Jervis gulped. He really wished you didn’t do that. Although it did complete this exquisite vision of you just now.

Your hair a ruffled mess, your body gorgeously silhouetted by your shirt that only came to be just about your mid-thigh…all complimented with a cute lip bite.

You sighed. “I…I was…uh…thinking of you…while I had fun.”

Jervis took a small but sharp intake of breath. You were actually going to say it.

“Really?”

You nodded before looking away, not being able to look at him. Assuming he wanted a further explanation after a beat of silence, you continued.

“I-I’ve cared…I mean. I’ve always…” You groaned in frustration.

After taking another deep breath to reset your thoughts. You tried once more, “yes really…I’ve had feelings for you for a while and I…when you’re in Arkham…I, for a lack of better words…really miss you.”

Jervis hung onto every word like it was the last life line connecting him to the ship out in the middle of the ocean.

It was happening…it was really truly happening. Someone he loved…actually loved him back!

Jervis slowly walked over closer to where he was right in front of you. He gently curled his index finger around your chin and directed your head down to look at him.

His eyes stared softly into yours. “I missed you too, my dear.”

The sincere look he gave you, lidded eyes and a soft smile made your heart swell.

“I suppose it comes as no surprise that I, too, have had feelings for you arise.” His eyes shifted slightly, still unsure if he reciprocated correctly.

Your eyes widened, heart thumped against your chest.

All embarrassment was dissolved into surprise.

You reached to touch his hand that still propped your chin and your smile widened when you felt his fingers laced together between your own.

“If you’re saying what I think you’re saying…I’m very surprised but super happy all the same.” You giggled as your hand tightened around his.

Jervis chuckled warmly as he turned his hand so the back of your hand faced him. He gently pressed his chapped lips against your hand before smiling up at you.

"My dear, Hare, you know my way, I always mean what I say."

You were ecstatic, your body unable to keep still. To finally have everything laid out in the open. To know the one you've cherished for so long returns the sentiment.

"You do! You always do! Oh, Jervis!" You quickly slid your hand out from his grip but only to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into an excited embrace.

Jervis became nervous again. He wanted to return the hug desperately, but he wasn't sure how to keep himself composed when he actually got to feel what little you wore.

Hesitantly, to not upset you, he wrapped his arms around your waist tightly. You were so soft and warm, he tried to refrain his fingers from tugging away at the flimsy obnoxious cotton that still covered you.

You slowly brought your head back and looked back down at him. Your eyes coyly darting between his eyes and his lips. You were stuck in limbo once more, should you ask first or just go for it?

Thankfully, despite Jervis' own dilemma, he was able to catch onto yours. As if silently asking if it's what you want, he slowly brought his face closer to yours.

You gasped softly, not missing the crucial hint. You closed your eyes, slowly leaned forward, and your lips gently pressed against Jervis’.

The kiss was so soft, sweet, and even innocent in that hesitant uncertain first kiss kind of way, but it felt so right and it capsulated all your emotions in one simple gesture.

You’ve dreamt of this moment for so long. Always thought if it were to happen it would be this way or that way. However, now that it happened, every made-up scenario and sensation paled in comparison to the real thing.

Jervis was the first to slowly pull back. You couldn’t help the tiny snickers you made at the sight of him softly panting for air and his pink dusted cheeks.

Jervis perked an eyebrow at you curiously.

You shook your head, not wanting him to think he did something wrong. “Sorry, you’re just…so cute.” Your hands came up from behind his back to frame his face.

Jervis practically melted at your touch. Your touch heated his face up even more, but he didn’t mind one bit. To be touched so tenderly, and lovingly by the only person he cared about…nothing could possibly come close to the sensation.

He craved more of your touch and kiss. He yearned for your affection as the Knave of Hearts (allegedly) yearned the tarts.

Jervis couldn’t even think of a response to your compliment as he swiftly crashed his lips back into yours.

You were shocked but not displeased as you quickly kissed him back with just as much fervor.

Jervis’ breath hitched when he felt you slightly poke your tongue along the edge of his protruding tooth and his lips. He didn’t hesitate to grant you entrance to his mouth.

Your kiss became more heated as your tongues explored each other’s mouths. Jervis began exploring more of your body, slowly building confidence to feed his desire to touch more of your skin and hopefully please you.

His hands raked and grasped around your waist and hips. As well as up and down your back.

So close to that same feeling you were trying to mimic earlier in your mind.

Your kiss was broken once more, albeit simultaneously as you both fell onto the couch when your knees bent against the cushion at the sudden impact. Jervis’ own hat fell off his head but safely landed on the coffee table in front of you.

The cheesy silly predicament caused you to snicker.

Jervis hummed warmly before he slowly rose himself off of you by his hands that were on both sides of your head.

“Still enjoying yourself, I see.” He chuckled lowly.

The deep drop in his voice caused a shiver to go down your spine.

It was then you took in the truly compromising position you were in…your fantasy from earlier was slowly playing out right before your eyes.

You’ll be damned if you let it slip away.

“Yep, much more so now with you actually here.” You smiled sweetly.

“Whatever you sought in your fantasy.” He began.

Jervis leaned up to kiss your forehead. “I’d be more than happy to make a reality.”

A kiss on your cheek before looking into your eyes in earnest. “If you’ll let me.”

Any confirmation you think you could say didn’t feel strong enough, so you just leaned in to kiss him once more.

It was all the confirmation Jervis needed as he leaned into your kiss. It was all the motivation he needed as he brought his body back down to try and get closer to you.

Your back arched slightly when you felt his hands slowly crawl up your body and under your shirt.

Jervis slowly retracted his lips from yours. Only a small trail of saliva kept you two connected.

He grabbed the hem of your shirt before looking up at you, silently asking if he could remove it.

You nodded so quickly your head almost rolled off.

The moment you were free from the flimsy cotton shirt, Jervis was quick to appreciate the exposure to your body as he began kneading the skin of your chest and abdomen.

He tucked his head in between your neck and shoulder as he began leaving hot wet kisses along your jaw and neck.

“J-Jervis…” you sighed breathlessly.

Jervis’ body tensed at your voice. He brought his head back up to face you.

He gulped. “P-Please…do that again, just the same…want you to call out my name.”

You nodded, your hand reaching up to cup the side of his face. “I will, just as long as you don’t stop.”

To that Jervis grinned a grin that would put the Cheshire Cat to shame. He gave your forehead another peck. “My darling, March Hare, I wouldn’t dream of such a thing…I wouldn’t dare.”

Jervis briefly sat up and rested on his haunches as he began shucking away his suit jacket.

Already missing his close proximity, you quickly sat up and wrapped your arms around his neck while he tried to unbutton his dress shirt, but quickly gave up in exchange for holding you.

He chuckled at your enthusiasm, still deliriously delighted to have someone love him like this. As you began returning the favor with your own kisses to his neck and chest, he continued to make quick work of his trousers.

To have Jervis here with you almost as bare as you were, overwhelmed you in the best of ways.

No longer did you have to ponder what he looked like under his clothes or how he would feel against you.

He was there in reality. All there and all yours.

Jervis’ cock was hard and occasionally hit his stomach. He breathed a sigh of relief once it was free from its confines.

He gasped shortly when you lightly traced your fingers up his dick. You turned your head to look at him to make sure this was okay.

Jervis nodded before leaning in to kiss you again. A kiss that said “I love you” and “I trust you.”

You felt the sharp intake of air through Jervis’ nose as you slowly wrapped your hand around his cock and began slowly stroking it. His gloved hands dug into the folds of your body, as if trying to keep himself grounded.

Soon you felt his hand travel further down your body. Not wanting to leave his precious March Hare out, he began trying to copy the same rhythm you were going at to your own sex.

This caused you to pull back from his lips, as you began panting into the crook of his neck.

Fantasizing be damned, this was so much better than anything you could imagine or what that toy could replicate.

Yet, you wanted–needed so much more. After years of pining for Jervis, to finally have him here with you in the most passionate way imaginable. How could you not want everything? Every little bit of him he has to offer?

“Jervis–mmh…Jervis..” You moaned. Trying to form a sentence but got caught off guard by his sped up pace.

“N-Need you…please…now.” You managed to pant out.

Jervis gulped, slowing down his movements which you did too. “Are you sure?”

“Yes!” You almost whined. “Please…Jervis..”

Another shudder overtook Jervis’ body. His heart beating relentlessly against his ribcage. Jervis knows madness, but has never known a madness as passionate and pleasurable as this.

Jervis gently leaned his body against yours to slowly have you lay back down on your back with him hovering above you once again.

He brought one of his hands to his mouth and bit down on the tip of the finger sleeve of the glove, before peeling it off his hand.

As sad as you were to see the gloves go, seeing the way he bit down on the finger of the glove made you swoon.

Once his hand was free from the glove, he reached down to your core and gathered what wetness was there before proceeding to slowly push his finger into your entrance.

Despite the fun you had earlier, you were still fairly tight as you winced at his finger entering you fully.

Jervis stared at you intently, looking for any signs of discomfort and hopefully he could see signs of pleasure.

He slowly added another finger as he continued his steady pace inside you.

You appreciated the effort he went to make sure you wouldn't be uncomfortable. However, you think you were about to scream if you didn't actually have him.

You gently put your hand on his arm and squeezed. "I'm ready, Jervis…please…I need you."

Jervis doesn't think he will ever get over hearing you say that and hearing you pleading for him.

He slowly brought his fingers out and maneuvered himself to where he could line himself up to your hole.

Jervis leaned over you again with hooded eyelids before kissing you. As he kissed you, he gently pushed himself inside of you.

You both took a sharp breath between your lips at the intrusion. Jervis began peppering soft kisses all along your face, jaw, and neck. Anything to ease any sort of pain you were feeling.

You softly muttered to him you were okay and that he could start moving.

Jervis seemed unsure at the moment, but took it in stride as he slowly pulled himself out and equally as slowly pushed back in. Every time it got easier and more pleasing.

Your moans continued to egg him on, but not nearly as much as when you moaned his name.

"Jervis…mhh..Jervis!"

It made him thrust faster, kiss you harder, and squeeze your skin tighter. Soon you began crying out his name similarly to how you sounded earlier when he thought you were in danger.

He hoped that this was far better than whatever fantasy you had playing in your mind.

If he had asked you that, you would have reassured that he was far better than what you imagined.

Your arms wrapped tightly around his neck to keep his lips near yours. Your hands either clung to his hair or the thin dress shirt he still wore.

Your throat began to burn from your moans and hot pants but you didn't care. It was well worth the deep burning sensation in your gut that continued to get hotter and tighter.

"Jervis…Jerv-mmm-I-I'm close.." You managed to announce in between your sounds of continuous pleasure.

Jervis nodded, all words in the English language being lost on him at that moment. He was close too, his ball tightening every time you squeezed around him or cried out his name.

His focus was solely on you though as he began thrusting faster than before, pulling out just enough to keep the head of his dick in before thrusting back in.

It knocked the air out of you, but you didn't care. It made your legs tingle and had you see stars.

Soon the tingles in your legs soon overtook your whole body as your nerves became ignited from the delicious release from the burning tension finally boiling over inside you.

You cried out his name when you arched your hips up from your shaking legs. Your entrance tightened that much more around Jervis' cock causing him to finally come unwound inside you with an audible groan.

Jervis reluctantly pulled out of you before collapsing on top of your body. His head nestled in your chest as he tried to catch his breath.

You tried to do the same, completely at a loss for words at the moment. You brought your hand up to comb through his unruly hair, finally living out another fantasy of yours.

You lowered your head and kissed the top of his head before whispering. "That was amazing, better than any fantasy."

Jervis chuckled, but deep down he was ecstatic, he just didn't have the energy to entirely act on it.

It meant so much to know he could please you, because loving you pleased him.

He lifted his head up briefly to look at you with pure adoration in his eyes. "It was my pleasure, darling." He scooted a little forward so his lips could reach yours.

When you two broke apart your heart swelled up at the soft look he gave you. It almost felt silly to say it, the way he looked at you made it clear he felt it too, but your heart was so full you swore you were about to combust.

"I love you, Jervis." You said softly as if speaking it too loudly could break the tender moment.

Jervis' smile widened as his bright eyes softly glazed over and his eyelids got more heavy. "And I love you, my dear Hare."

You two slowly slipped into a tender slumber. Likely going to wake up sore from the nightly activities and sleeping on the couch, but it wouldn't matter.

All that mattered now was that you two had each other in a way you both desired for a long time.

All those wondrous daydreams, desires, and fantasies were finally part of your wonderful reality.

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Spoils of War - Dreamling

Rating: Explicit | Status: Complete | Chapters 1/1 | Words: 3.1K

Tags: Warprize Dream, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Alternate Universe - Human, Dubious Consent, Aphrodisiacs, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Overstimulation, Praise Kink, Hob is a caring lover but he's not above taking advantage of Dream's compromised state, dubious consent becomes full consent, after the drugs wear off

Summary:

“I’m not mad at you," Hob says, gently. He loosens his hold on Dream's scalp ever so slightly. "I’m sorry for scaring you. It’s just someone’s gone and given you something they shouldn't have, and I don’t like that. Tell me who it is, my sweet?” Dream, beautiful thing that he is, shakes his head.

Hob finds out someone's given Dream some aphrodisiacs. Naturally, he wants to help.

Dedicated to the absolutely amazing horny queen @gabessquishytum for inpisiring me with their Warprize Dream AU. Special shoutout to the 🐺 anon for the idea as well.

Edit: I have once again forgotten to tag @dreamlingbingo in my fills LOL. This fic fill square E4: Feel Soulmate's Pain, replaced by High as a kite

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Hob knows the influence of aphrodisiacs immediately.

When he enters his bedroom he’s immediately hit by the cloying smell of sex and sweat, and the sight that greets him is so arresting it stops him in his tracks.

Dream, his prized Dream, is naked and writhing in Hob’s bed, cock gripped tight in one hand, while the other clutches desperately for purchase on the silk sheets. The man’s body is damp with sweat and…is that…

Sure enough, Hob spots a small uncapped bottle of oil sitting on the table next to the bed. Hob can see the bottle is at least half empty, and the evidence of its use is smeared in small wet spots all over the sheets near Dream’s thighs.

Hob growls, and the noise alerts Dream to his presence. He gasps, immediately letting go of his cock, and makes a poor attempt to cover himself up with his arms.

“Oh don’t stop on my account,” Hob leers, moving towards the bed in the widest strides he can manage. When he climbs onto the mattress, Hob realizes the sheets are practically soaked with Dream’s bodily fluids, and he wonders how long the other man has been at this. Dream is still staring at him like a wild hare caught in a trap, eyes wide and breath uneven.

“Oh you poor pretty thing,” Hob says, carding his fingers through Dream’s sweat soaked hair. Dream's eyes flutter shut and he moans at the touch, before seemingly returning to his senses and trying to jerk away. Hob doesn't let him. He grabs a fistful of hair and forces the other man to look at him.

Dream, beautiful thing that he is, shakes his head.

“No?” Hob asks, surprised at the other man's altruism. “You don't need to protect them, you know. They've left you at my mercy, with no relief in sight.”

Hob releases his grip on Dream's hair and drops his hand to the man's cheek instead. He brushes away a stray tear track, and Dream leans into the touch.

“And while I'd like to say I'm a pious and good king,” Hob continues, dropping his voice to a lower register, letting his arousal at Dream's predicament show. “I'm really not.”

Hob's hand moves lower and Dream groans when fingers brush and pinch at his pebbled nipples.

“In fact,” Hob says, continuing his movements downward towards Dream's beautiful leaking cock.

“I rather like you like this. Helpless.” He brushes a thumb along the tip, still slick with oil, and Dream whines. “Needy.” He squeezes the organ with just enough pressure to make Dream buck into it. “Shall I make you beg for relief, my sweet Dream?”

“Please!” Dream cries out, and Hob's eyes widen in shock. It's the first word Dream's spoken to him since he's arrived.

“Fuck,” Hob grunts, before he starts pumping at Dream’s cock in earnest. “You're really bad off, aren't you?”

Dream wails as Hob continues to stroke him. He thrusts shamelessly in Hob's hand for a few moments before his body stills and come spills across his belly.

“Christ,” Hob mutters, taking in the view of Dream’s newly debauched body. “That's a really effective drug you've been given. You still won't tell me who gave it to you?” At this point, Hob’s ready to promote whoever it is to a fucking knighthood instead of punishing them.

Dream shakes his head again. “Not important,” he replies, clearly still aroused despite coming just moments earlier. “Just don't…don't leave me alone. Please.”

Hob growls and stands, pulling at his nightclothes and practically tearing them off his body.

Dream watches him, pupils blown wide with want and hunger. His eyes drop down lower as Hob shucks his pants, releasing his cock from its confines. Hob grins when he catches Dream’s gaze.

“Like what you see, pretty thing?” Hob asks, stroking himself to full hardness.

Dream makes a slightly distressed noise when he sees just how well endowed Hob really is.

“It's…too big,” Dream gasps. “It won't…”

“Oh, it'll fit inside that pretty little arse of yours,” Hob says. “I just need to make sure I prepare you properly. I'll have to stretch you out first.” Hob wiggles the digits on his right hand for effect, then dips them into the open bottle of oil.

“Now turn around for me, sweetling,” he commands. “Elbows and knees.”

Dream moves quickly into position, and Hob bites back a groan as he’s greeted with the sight of his beautiful Dream with his arse in the air. Hob climbs back onto the bed and parts Dream’s cheeks with his hands, rubbing his thumb on the tight muscle of his arsehole. Hob wants to slide his tongue inside that pretty little hole. So he does.

“Ah, ah!” Dream moans as Hob presses his face into his arse, his mouth alternating between sucking and licking at his hole. “What are you-?”

“Isn't it obvious?” Hob chuckles, breath ghosting over Dream’s rim. “I'm tasting my prize.” Hob then spread’s Dream’s cheeks wider to give himself better access, before he plunges his tongue inside.

Dream is so very tight, and it is an effort for the king to fully push his tongue past the initial breach. Hob does not normally enjoy the sour flavor of another man’s arse, but he relishes in the taste of Dream, and he’s encouraged further by the lewd moans that escape from the other man’s mouth. Before long, Dream is pushing his hips back on Hob’s tongue, trying to get him to go deeper inside.

“Wait!” Dream cries suddenly, his whole body suddenly seizing. “I-I can’t I- Ahhhh!” Hob then feels the other man's entire body shudder as he comes for the second time that night. Hob groans and withdraws his tongue to admire his handiwork.

Dream is barely holding himself up on his elbows, and his hips are shaking as the orgasm washes over his body. Hob finds himself even more aroused, painfully so, at having been able to bring Dream to completion twice now, and he’s barely even touched him.

“Can't believe you came just from that,” Hob says appreciatively, running his hands along Dream’s hips, and pulling them to rest against his cock. “I didn't even touch your pleasure spot.”

“Pleasure…spot?” Dream mumbles, still dazed from his orgasm.

“Mmm,” Hob confirms. “There's one inside every man. Can easily be reached by fingers,” he adds, rubbing his thumb against Dream's hole. “But it feels much better when a cock hits it.”

“How…How do you-”

Hob laughs. “A King is never denied his pleasure,” he says, reaching for the oil again. “And I've had many. I've been wanting to teach them to you ever since you got here.”

“I - ohhhh,” Dream moans as Hob drips more oil onto his arse and rubs it along the entrance to his hole.

“Like that?” Hob asks, slipping his index finger inside.

“Yes, oh gods, yes,” Dream replies, pushing his hips back, driving Hob deeper inside him.

“Someone's greedy,” Hob growls. He already wants to add a second finger, wants so badly to stick his cock inside the tight wet heat of Dream. He’s almost certain the drug is keeping the other man’s body more relaxed than it otherwise would have been, but even so, Hob doesn’t want to tear the poor man apart on his first time. He wants this experience to be just as pleasurable for Dream as it will be for him. It may be the only opportunity he gets to bed this beautiful, stunning creature.

“Ah ah, please, more,” Dream groans when Hob crooks his finger just so. Hob responds by burying his finger as far as it will go, and he just barely feels the lump of Dream's pleasure spot under the pad of his finger. Dream jerks when Hob touches it, and screams.

“Found it,” Hob crows triumphantly.

Dream opens up beautifully for Hob on his fingers afterwards. Hob finds the other man’s pleasure spot much more easily once he adds a second finger, and Dream’s wanton cries nearly push Hob over the precipice of his own pleasure. It's been some time since Hob has been so affected by a lover. He's quite certain Dream's going to ruin him for any future ones.

When Hob pushes a third finger inside, Dream's body shudders through another orgasm, his cock only managing to release a few pitiful drops of come. Hob can tell the other man is wrung out, and he pauses with his fingers still in Dream's arse, waiting to see if the other man is too tired to continue. Hob may not be a good man, but he's not a beast. He won't fuck an unconscious body.

But Dream doesn't lose consciousness, much to Hob's surprise. His hips eventually push back against Hob's hand once more, and then his head slowly lifts to meet Hob's gaze. The look Dream levels at him is still fogged by the aphrodisiac, but the intention is clear as a summer day.

Don't stop.

Hob withdraws his fingers and reaches for the oil once more, the bottle nearly empty from the liberal amount he’d used to open Dream up. But there is just enough left to coat his cock and within seconds, he has himself positioned right where he's wanted to be all night.

“Ready for me, my sweet Dream?” Hob asks, breathless. “I’m going to fuck you now.”

Hob sinks himself slowly into that warm, tight heat and it takes all of his self control not to come immediately. Dream whines with each slow push of Hob’s hips, and Hob listens to make sure the man is still breathing through the intrusion.

Fuck you’re still so tight,” Hob moans. “Are you all right, my Dream?”

Dream’s only answer is a guttural cry and the wiggle of his hips as he tries to take more of Hob inside him. Hob takes that as permission to sink even faster into him, and before he knows it, his pelvis is flush with Dream’s arse. He takes a moment to breathe through the pressure they must both be feeling at the tight fit.

“I’ve got you,” Hob murmurs, rubbing his hands soothingly along Dream’s spine. “You’re doing so well for me, sweet thing, you’re so, so, good.”

Dream seems to keen under the praise, and he responds in tiny little whines and please please please, more more.

Hob pulls out ever so slightly, and when he pushes himself back inside Dream, they both moan at the contact. Hob then sets to the task of fucking the other man in earnest, keeping the pace moderate and gentle, so that Dream can still get used to to the size of him.

Dream sobs loudly when Hob manages to find that spot inside him, and it’s then that Hob realizes something is amiss, has been amiss all night, in fact.

“My little Dream,” Hob croons as his hands roam over Dream’s arse. “Have you forgotten my name?"

Dream’s head whips behind him suddenly, and Hob barely holds back a laugh at the shocked look on the other man’s face. So the little tart was withholding that on purpose then. He snaps his hips particularly hard, and it has the intended effect of making Dream howl in agonized pleasure.

“Dream,” Hob says again, thrusting back quickly, too quickly, into the other man. “What’s my name?”

“R-R-Robert, ah!”

“Tsk. Incorrect.” Hob spanks Dream’s left arsecheek, and the other man yelps in surprise. He tries to scoot forward and away, but Hob wraps an arm around his hips, and then uses his free hand to spank the other cheek.

“Not my Christian name, pretty thing,” Hob growls, rubbing at the reddened flesh before swatting at it again. “I gave you a name only you could call me when you arrived. Now what was it?”

“Hob!” Dream yells, thrashing wildly in his arms. “Hob, please, no more, I need-”

“Need what, my sweet Dream?” Hob asks with false sweetness. “What does my little pet need from his king?”

“Please,” Dream whines, practically sobbing as he pushes himself back onto Hob’s cock. “Fuck me, Hob.”

Hob hums, pleased. “Good boy.” He snaps his hips hard once more, and Dream howls.

Whatever thin veneer of patience remained in Hob’s body is shattered as he finally gives into the animalistic urge to fuck into this pretty little body as hard and as fast as possible.

Dream cries and whines through the whole ordeal, finally giving up the last of his pride and calling Hob by name when thrusts his hips at just the right angle inside.

"That's right," Hob pants, tightening his grip on Dream's hips and plunging back inside the tight clutch of his body. “See how good I can be for you, sweetling? I could give you this every night if you wanted.”

Dream's response, apparently, is to clench down hard on Hob's cock.

Ah fuck!" Hob shouts. He manages a few more hard thrusts, aiming as close to Dream's sensitive area as he can, before he roars his orgasm, spilling hot and fast into Dream's arse.

Hob collapses on top of Dream's back, breathing heavily and inhaling the smell of their mingled scents. Dream whines and tips over to his side when Hob pulls his cock out. The raven haired man is always beautiful, but he's especially beautiful now, breathless and naked and curled up in Hob's bed.

Hob gathers the smaller man into his arms and arranges their bodies so that Dream's back is pressed to Hob's chest. He runs his fingers idly along Dream's still hard nipples, and it's only when he looks down to admire them that Hob notices something is not quite right.

"Oh you poor thing, you didn’t come," Hob coos, dropping his hand from Dream's chest to his cock. Dream whines and thrashes when Hob squeezes it, clearly overstimulated despite still being aroused.

"Hob, no, I-I can't c-come again, it's too much I-" Dream tries to protest but Hob shushes him gently.

"You can, my pretty little Dream," Hob says, right as a wicked idea enters his mind.

Hob sits up from their cuddling position and presses Dream gently onto his back. Dream only protests a little before Hob positions himself and brings his head down to lick at the tip of Dream's cock.

Dream thrashes and tries to thrust his hips up, but Hob pins them down with his arms. Dream is a very sensitive lover, and Hob loves how reactive his body is, but he needs the other man to keep still for this particular activity. Hob would prefer not to accidentally choke to death on cock just because Dream was overenthusiastic.

"Stay still for me, my sweetling," Hob murmurs. "I'll make you come soon, I promise."

"Ho-o-ob," Dream sobs, shaking beneath him. "Please."

Hob doesn't think he'll ever get tired of hearing this beautiful man say please.

Without further fanfare, Hob takes Dream's cock into his mouth and sucks at the tip, gentle at first, then harder once he's certain he can hold Dream down when he reacts to the stimulation.

It doesn't take much effort before Dream is shuddering underneath his touch, and Hob happily accepts the miniscule drops of come he manages to wring from Dream's overworked cock. Sucking cock is yet another activity Hob prefers not to engage in himself, but he thinks he could get used to sucking on Dream's, if the other man lets him after tonight.

Hob realizes there are a lot of things he'd do for Dream if the other man asked. It's a dangerous thing, being so affected by another individual like this. Hob finds he doesn't quite care at the moment as he crawls back up Dream's body and arranges them in their previous position, Dream's back pressed to Hob's front. He doesn't remember when he falls asleep.

When Hob wakes the next morning, it is to a warm wetness at the base of his cock. He is also lying on his back and there is something weighted pressing down on his thighs.

Hob opens his eyes and lifts his head to look down at what exactly is happening beneath his hips.

Dream's eyes snap to his, and Hob moans out loud when he realizes the other man has Hob's cock in his mouth.

"Well good morning to you too," Hob says cheekily. "Don't let me stop what you're doing, I'm rather enjoying it."

Dream's eyes stay locked on Hob's for a few moments longer, and Hob notices right away that they are no longer hazy and unfocused, but clear.

Dream sinks his mouth further down onto Hob's cock, and Hob gasps when the other man takes him to the hilt. He only barely manages not to thrust into Dream's throat, but it's a near thing with the way Dream drools and gags with each bob of his head.

When he feels the familiar tightening in his loins, Hob places his hand in Dream's hair and gently tugs the man off his cock. Dream grumbles in displeasure as Hob sits up and pulls the other man into his lap.

"As much as I'd love to come down that pretty little throat of yours," Hob rumbles, biting at Dream's ear, and gripping one of his buttocks possessively. "I haven't gotten my fill of this arse yet."

Dream huffs. "Will you be able to make me come on your cock this time?" he asks, making Hob's jaw go slack. Hob can practically feel the man smirking against his shoulder.

"Oh, you're a brat when you're sober, are you?" Hob growls, now fully awake, before he flips their positions and pins Dream underneath him. From his new vantage point, Hob can see the clear challenge mixed with heat in Dream's eyes. Hob resolves to not come before he's given Dream at least three orgasms on his cock alone.

"I know just what to do with a little tart like you," Hob grins, cock already in hand.

Dream's returning grin is sharp and feral as he parts his legs, Hob's come still dripping out from his puffy hole.

"Then show me."

#dreamling #dream x hob #hob x morpheus #the sandman #nsft #sandman fanfic #dubcon #use of aphrodisiacs #drugging #seiya writes #seiya writes dreamling

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selineram3421 · 2 years

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Okay so get ready for a long ask

So the reader is friends with Alastor, and Vox decided to use the reader (I'm just gonna use them) against him and starts controlling them and then finally starts using them to hurt Alastor (maybe he's unwilling to hurt them or something?)

And in the song Smile Like You Mean It he goes "let me introduce you to a friend of mine... Husker?" (Ofc it's in a very different context but that's the line that inspired this whole hare-brained idea) so he says something like that and then Husker shows up behind them(reader) and like holds them down or something and then Alastor uses them to talk to Vox or something and says like "this will not go unnoticed" or smth (I'm not good with dialogue lol) and then frees them(reader)

Idk this would probably take multiple parts so if you don't want to do it I completely understand!

Oooooo! Thank you for giving me more detail. I got chu.

In Your Control

Alastor & Mind Controlled Reader

Warning! ⚠

⚠ mind control, kidnapping, blood and light torture ⚠

When you started to regain consciousness, your thoughts began to take over.

Why does my head hurt? Geez, what the hell happened..

You remember going out to get something Niffty asked for, you leaving the store and passed the corner of it, but nothing after seeing the t.v.'s from across the street.

Without opening your eyes, you make sure to control your breathing and stay as still as possible. It hurt to keep your head hanging like it was. You just knew you were going to need to take care of it once whatever this situation was over.

For now, you had to focus on your other senses.

You felt cold, maybe somewhere in a basement or another ring in Hell. Wires? Wrists hurt meaning you were tied up. Flickering lightbulb that you could hear, and some muffled music coming from above. A club? Or a bar?

"When the fuck are they gonna wake, I'm bored.", someone says.

"Shut up, we'll get paid soon. Vox is on his way.", another demon replies.

Vox? What the hell does he want?

It happens too quickly for you to really notice that you've opened your eyes. One of the assholes hit your face.

"They're awake! Finally!", the grey skinned lizard demon says. They grab your bloody chin and lean in close. "Kinda a looker, wonder if-"

You spit in their face before they can continue.

They reel back and wipe their face. "You piece of shit!", the lizard yells and hits your face again.

"Knock it off, Vox is here."

A chill runs through you and you frown when seeing the T.V. demon. "Good work, now beat it.", he says, tossing a stack of cash at the two.

They leave the room, one grumbling about how it's not the right amount.

The door closes.

You stay quiet and glare at him.

Vox dusts off his suit, clearing his throat. "Hello and good evening! I'm-!"

"I know who you are.", you interrupt.

He scowls at you. "As I was saying, I'm Vox. The Television Overlord, handsome provider of Hell's entertainment!"

"Obviously not mine.", you laugh. "I'd flip you off but my hands are quite literally tied."

The blue tinted demon pulls out a remote and smirks.

"What? Are you gonna put on some stupid cringey movie like Tw-", you start.

He presses a button and electricity runs through the wires you're tied up in.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!", you scream, clenching your hands, feeling painful shocks and your body convulsing.

It stops after what feels like ten minutes.

"Not my t.v. remote but it is my favorite!", he grins.

You twitch, your body still effected from the sudden shock. "You mother fuc-"

He pushes the button again.

"AAAAAAAAAHCK!"

After a few more shocks, Vox steps up to you and pulls your head back to see your face.

"I've got big plans for you, pet of the Radio Demon."

You grunt, feeling more uncomfortable than before. A strong headache forming in your head.

"This will only take a short while."

I listened to the song! Its pretty good. Had it on loop while typing this up.

~Seline, the person.

Part 2

ML for Alastor🎙

ChL for IYC

#x reader #gn reader #fanfic #platonic #mind control #hazbin alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #alastor the radio demon #the radio demon #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #vox overlord #tv demon #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel #alastor & reader

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Good luck with grad school!! How about flow, grin, silver, smirk and stare? :0)

Thank you! ... I was like, a B-average student at best in my undergrad... so uh, we'll see how this works out for me XD

Now! Onto the chaos!

Flow:

No hits for flow in my worknotes, but I do have "flowers," sooooo:

MANOR: Strange flowers near ranni? Near her tower, byproduct of cursemark fuckery? Inverse of db roots ⁃ thin, weak blueish flowers? Fuck if i know ⁃ or divine tower

Grin:

M huffs, uneasily: if you’re wrong— (catch in her voice, fist shakes/sways a little) ⁃ Swears theres a shit eating grin on his face, by his tone: mm, youll kill me?

Ah, this is a fun one. From a half-drafted scene where they realize the only way they're getting to the deeproot depths is by getting into a coffin. Magdalene, predictably, does not like this.

Silver:

No hits for silver in any of my drafts. Using the next closest hit, we have:

NAMELESS ETERNAL CITY: UGH! BASILISKS!

Presented without comment

Smirk:

I apologize Mags looks at him incredulously, then smirks Seriously? She says under her breath Nothing wrong with having manners, you know

Currently unplaced, but I hope I can fit in sometime.

Stare:

M stops abruptly ⁃ You did get the blade right Of course I did Both stare at it ⁃ observations here

Wow, Hare. Very writing. much words. So author XD

Thanks anon, this was a fun treat!

Send me words!

(I have wips from FO4, Starfield, and Skyrim being plotted as well—feel free to send asks about those if you want to peek under the hood for my future projects, lol)

#god help me... swrd plot is still a mess #but at least its funny!#ask game #hare posts #still waters #hare answers

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chaewonplzbiteme · 1 year

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Three days...

First of all - thank you all a lot! To every reader, every reblogger, every liker, and last but not least, every follower! Thanks for the warm welcome.

Three days is a lot of time. Three revolutions of my home around the poles. My first proper work had a few cycles to traverse the globe and its time zones a few times, to gain impressions and arousing interest.

I'm giving you guys some of my thoughts and behind the scenes.

Publishing was not something I had in my mind when starting any of my two works so far. The 'Jessica x SinB' was rotting away in my drive, only recently have I dusted it off and posted it. 'Lazy Evaluation' was for shits and giggles - I could not stop after adding a joke and another joke. Well, gotta post somewhere at some point.

This blog was close to a start from zero. Two days before I posted 'Lazy Evaluation' - I was still writing the last paragraphs and did not even edit yet - I created the Tumblr and posted an old work of mine. Close to seven years old, I barely even remember how I wrote it. Just a horny night in front of MS Word. That's all I know. One like, one follower. Thank you, @cheezbot and @hasinum! You guys gave me a nice headstart~.

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Potential spoilers for 'Lazy Evaluation' follow.

I have started Lazy Evaluation on March 11, and finished it on March 31. Twenty days, multiple hours every day (and a LAN party) - a lot longer than a single night for 'Jessica x SinB'. But the journey was a lot of fun, and I experienced a lot of tingly feelings for JiU 😊.

5k words, 30k characters, 145 paragraphs.

This sentence started it all:

Her low hums guided your mouth between her mounds, but your tongue dictated the rhythm of her mellow purrs.

It got me fixated. It set the theme. Bi-directional love making. And the rest of the paragraph followed. Fucking long sentence after this one, lol. I wanted to expand upon this. I knew I needed a mommy with big decent boobs deserving of worship. I thought of Karina or Eunbi first, but I'm afraid I don't know them that well. I don't follow any of their content except for MVs and some stages. JiU is a long lasting love, though, uninterrupted since 2014. I dig every single breath of her. Whopping body. Mine. What a good fit.

How would they start? Help with homework, a frustrating one would suit well. No one understands Monads, countless tutorials and even more memes about the myriads of tutorials. We have our computer science topic. Lazy-by-default evaluation is another concept common from the Haskell programming language, just like Monads. Perfect for procrastination. The fact that lazy-by-default is actually uncommon for programming languages and other technologies, but the de-facto modus operandi for a non-negligible number of humans has been brought to you by the academia gang.

Tortoise and hare is a fable about the hare losing the race due to its own arrogance. Also a heuristic for cycle detection in computer science. Good fit, but better about a race towards the peak, a vicious cycle of pleasure and edging.

A massage would initiate the intercourse. Maybe a hand job before the 69. A cream pie would be delicious. Target is three cum shots - no less. How to transition between positions. Joke about forgotten protection - I doubt Minji would be that careless, add her getting a pack of condoms from her bag (did anyone notice?).

I was already making a lot of jokes, some in mathematics and computer science. I tried to incorporate some classic jokes, too. Not all of them verbatim. The cloud is just someone else’s computer.

Pure functions are side-effect free. A consequence of this property is we can achieve idempotence. A healthy penis also satisfies this property, though, as your boner clearly shows.

I combined the following with a silly 1 + 1 = 3 joke:

A physicist, a biologist and a mathematician sit in a sidewalk cafe, looking at the building across the road. Two people go into the building, then three people come out. Physicist: "This must be a measuring error!" Biologist: "This is proof of procreation!" Mathematician: "If one more person goes into the building, it will be empty!"

Maybe I am the only one laughing. Who cares. You see the result at the cream pie. The sum of all its parts is greater than the whole. I combined with that, too.

About the never-before-solved formula: I consider this to be quite surprising, when we look at the fact that there are more than eight billion humans in the world. It is possible that there has not been sufficient time to process the empirical evidence, given the exponential increase of the population in the last two hundred years – going from one billion to eight billion. I imagine that observing and examining such vast amounts of data to be very time-consuming. Also, not all results of examining the data have been made available to science, most notably by the method of pornographic content consumption.

Some general science and academia jokes. The academic paper structure for the final big joke. An exercise left for the reader. I nearly did a n=1 joke. Given the importance of our research question, I think it would be valuable to increase our sample size to ensure that our findings are robust and reliable. Sequel, anyone?

So much about volcanoes and mountains and hills and mounds and caves. I should have studied geology instead of computer science ;_;. (plot twist: I failed university)

I added one thing and didn't want it to go to waste, like the chocolate, so I added it to another part. Same with some other little details, like Minji's composure. That way I had a common thread (several, actually) running through the story.

Some smaller pop culture references to Lord of the Rings (VERY hard to spot), Attack on Titans, and of course Harry Potter (it's more than the movie title ;) the cum we lose in the chamber of secrets has a way to come back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect). I had given some thoughts about whether a potential reader should understand every reference I add, given that they also know the source media. My conclusion: No... I will giggle about my hidden jokes alone if I have to. Not everyone has to. Not everyone will. Even if they know the source media.

I also had some goals that I rarely see in male reader fics: "Minji needs to feel good, too." I had a big-ass note hovering over my draft all the time: "What's in it for Minji?" Add stuff about their antics. About what they love about each other.

They were obviously in an existing relationship. Some thoughts about how that came about (not really), how they lived, what their relationship was like before. I almost cried when I wrote the scene with the three words, some tears were already forming actually. It was not a conscious choice to place it that far back, but it did fit well.

A lot of things were a natural consequence, everything leads to the next thing. How do writers say? Have good characters, and the story will write itself. A good cause will lead to a good (and obvious) consequence. No idea if I have good characters, but it all worked out for me. It all feels natural. This is what counts. I'm happy with it.

Again, it was a lot of fun! The rush of adding things into the mixer and see it bloat into something beautiful is quite addicting. From the beginning I could not anticipate the end. It was quite a tremendous journey.

Sadly the following part did not make it - at least verbatim - I was unsatisfied of how much I was jumping from metaphor to metaphor, from one image to a completely different. Had to reduce.

Minji gulped down the snake all the way down, choking on it and feeling it throb at the back of her throat. The other end of the snake did not relent, however, and continued its attack, circling around her nub, unafraid of the secretions her cavern produced in defense, but now even more determined to continue.

I mean, where the fuck would a snake come from. So I changed it to the hare's tail. In hindsight, I maybe should have experimented with hare's paw / foot / whatever it is called in English. You know, the good luck charm.

So many messy thoughts.

Editing and revision makes everything perfect - or at the very least, better. Sometimes. Eventually. Maybe. Who knows? Perfectly fine.

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Next up, the whopping numbers. These are far beyond the lowest expectations I would ever have for this work, especially given the niche nature of computer science and maths. I cannot say I had any doubts, since I did not expect anything in the first place. Until Tumblr started to summarize the followers for the day.

24h:

72h:

I cannot rationalize these numbers. I have no baseline to relate them to. I can only see: 'big' authors seem to have ~500-1000 notes on a work in days / weeks / months / years / decades. Very muddy numbers. No idea how Tumblr works, every author and every post has different numbers. And I have a fraction of that. In three rotations of the planet.

Thank.

You.

All.

Most of all.

Thank Minji.

Does it tell me it's any good? Who cares, I defined it as finished. I won't ever touch it again. A solution exists. I can go back to sleep.

Maybe it does tell me that some of you are nerds, though - and that I am not alone in being one. Uwu~.

Ok now I shall throw the stats into the bin. A surprise to be sure, a welcome one at that, too. But I intend to write for myself. More than incoherent dreams and thoughts. Ordered, sorted and well-thought out scenarios is a big step up for me. Not synthesized-up and randomized brainstorms. I have ChatGPT my brain for that.

Also rushing for stats make me sick, lol. I'm already engrossed enough with work and the sideways movement of the stock markets. I'm incapable of playing Rainbow Six due to the adrenaline.

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I have started reading some fics again after those three weeks. And I notice. So. Many. Differences. To other people's work. It is actually a good thing. I don't have much moaning, no "I'm cumming". Way less dialogue, the only conscious difference I was aiming for. Lots of descriptions and images. Volcanoes and burning hot lava in mouths and vaginas, hahaha. Minji gets to be pleasured and cum. Heaven forbid no one think about her!

The world thrives on variety and diversity, so it is actually a good thing to show you guys another way to write smuts, albeit accidentally. Everyone brings something different to the table. We all love each other.

The world needs more breeding fics, especially of the fluffy and romantic variety.

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Do I have something planned next? Maybe. No promises. How long it will take? Only heaven knows...

Peace, out! ✌️

#hello it's me #introduction #behind the scenes #an yujin coming soon?#only heaven knows #writing experiences #dreamcatcher smut #dreamcatcher fluff #writer thoughts #next smut teaser #kpop smut #kpop fluff

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knightofhylia · 9 months

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Adamkvi: Peace and Joy on the Planet Earth

I am honouring Adamard 'Puka'. His tag is adamkvi.

History and Name:

He came to me as part of a Full metal Alchemist OC. Adamard is a combination of 'Adam' and 'Edward', since he started as an Edward export I wanted to keep the name. It is pronounced "ah-DAHM'-ard" His middle name, Llolineu is a mystery. I don't really know where it came from. It has been spelled also as Llolineau. I always pronounced it 'Lah-lahl-eh-new' but I think it is closer to "Tholl-eh-noh". Considering that Puka is from the UK, I wouldn't be surprised if the double L is supposed to be like the Welsh letter that we see often in Llewlleyn. It's pronounced more like a 'th' with the tongue behind the teeth as opposed to on the teeth with an L. Another interesting synchronicity with his name is that he is mostly known as Puka. I used to refer to Puka, his wife, and their partners as 'the goblins' because they were mostly all short fae creatures with a tendency for trouble. I learned later that púca is the old English word for goblin! interesting huh? His last name is Tracey, but I don't think that had any specific origin, I think I just picked that from a list.

Role:

in 2020,when I was working with my deities I asked them all what their 'role' was by pulling 3 Tarot cards (This is when my Zelda deck was all I had). His as follows:

The Hanged Man Surrender, release, waiting, sacrifice The World Change, luck, taking action, inevitable change King of Swords Intellect, objective, assertive

When I first pulled these cards I assumed everyone was 'a deity' but as I've gotten to know them all, Puka is more of a saint/prophet than a deity. He is godspoused to the spirit of the Life and is very close to a Yeshua/Jesus figure: an embodiment of a god on earth whose focus is to spread kindness, love, and justice.

Lore and Description:

Adamard has been both human and machine multiple times. He was drowned as a child by bullies and was made into an android. Later, he was changed back into a human .He is intersex and albino. He was a part of many experiments which lead to his clone, Cain, and his son, Beauramard. He was groomed by an Anglican offshoot cult to be their saviour, however, he was later disregarded after the birth of his child did not change the world as prophesized. He later married D'sukinz, the actual prophesized saviour, and raised their children together. His patron deity is Niseag and D'sukinz. He is the son in law of Hemy, and brother in law to Kaleitti and Junalahqi.

Appearance:

He is albino with pale skin, white hair, one blue and one pink eye. I never remember which is which tho. In his teenage years he was forced on hormones to 'fix him' so he presented more feminine. as he got older he presents more masculine/androgynous. His favourite colour is blue. He has scar on his neck and a scar/tattoo on his forehead.

UPG story:

Puka was actually a name given to him by a longtime friend of mine. I collect BJD dolls and have two of him. One day my friend commented saying he looked like a 'pukabear' and when I asked what the was they said 'I dunno but it's him!' I rarely use Adam or Adamard with him,I mostly call him Puka lol.

I mostly experience puka in my head so I don't have very many upg stories I guess. Sometimes when I get thrown into a laughing fit my husband calls it 'my puka laugh' lol. There is a still al to for me to learn about him! I also haven't worked directly with him in a long time.

Correspondences:

Animals - rabbits, hares, albino animals, Astrology - Virgo, Venus, Gemini, the Moon Beverage - Tea Color - Blue, Pink, White

Crystals: Rose Quartz, Pearl, Aura Quartz, Coral Emotions - Peace, Love, belonging

Epithets: The Auspistice, Peace Keeper, Flower - Rose, baby's breath, elfdock Fruit - Apples, Strawberries, Herbs - Damiana, Motherwort, Carrots Keywords - Love, Harmony, Rebirth Kvi - September Meme -

Metal - Iron, Aluminum Musical Expression - electro swing, indie folk, vapourwave

Number - 50, 38 Playlist - Lüzers Mythical Animal - Unicorn, Mermaid, Jackalope Physical Expression - Sex, Stimming, being flirty Sense - Touch Symbol -

#adamkvi #magick #magic #witchcraft #witchblr #witches of tumblr #pagan #paganism #spirituality #spiritual #diy deity #bokh dva'#deity worship #deity correspondences #hevalism #dva'dakh #spirit work

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lynnedwardswrites · 1 year

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WIP Drinking Game

Tagged by @ceph-the-ghost-writer

Tagging: @indecentpause @writernopal @zmwrites if you haven't done this one yet, and anyone else who wants to!

How-to: Create a drinking game that one could theoretically play while reading your WIP, using recurring themes or writing elements.

For The Hare and the Jackal

(I'mma be honest, I've never done a real drinking game, and I didn't have my first sip until I was... 24? 25? So we'll see how I do lol.)

Take a Sip When:

Someone raises an eyebrow or smirks

The protagonists calm themselves with breathing

Someone uses an undeath-themed setting idiom or swear

You see eye/blindness/lens-themed religious iconography

Take a Shot Whenever:

Isabella blames something on her father

Creed blames something on the Wolfguard

Isabella uses Illegal Magic™

w e r e w o l v e s

Down Your Drink When:

Sexy Time

PTSD Time

Isabella and Creed actually have each other's backs

Pour One Out for the Fallen When:

Either protagonist kills someone. (I know this sounds dumb, but trust me. I don't treat death lightly in this series.)

#tag game #drinking game #the hare and the jackal #writeblr

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wherethewoofwoofsgo · 1 year

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Febuwhump Day Fifteen : Self-Sacrifice

Is Febuwhump over? Yes. So very, very over. But! I still have shit I was working on! And ideas for prompts!!! So!

Someone new this time: We actually get the "main character?????" omgggggg Anyways have a terrible way of introducing Mourning Dove lol

Dove's best friend is sick, so he gives a certain goddess exactly what she wants. Narrator voice: This action will have consequences.

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No warnings this time!! If you need something tagged feel free to ask :>

Hare is sick, the kind of sick that leaves you stuck in bed with your family around you, your daughter’s hand around yours. The kind of sick where Dove should, at this very moment, be in the hospital room, sitting and waiting for the moment it ends.

Dove is not in the room. In fact, Dove is nowhere near the room.

He’s across town, where tourists swarm the streets snapping pictures of well-kept historical buildings recently renovated and the newer structures thrown up alongside them, slinking into the hotel room the spider lady’s been hinting with a firmer and firmer grip to the back of his neck he should visit for the last decade and a half. He’s been good about denying her, would never dream of denying the lopsided grin that morphs his face, the dimples that, to her at least, betray him as not yet grown. He’d be happy to deny her a decade and a half longer at least, damn the bleeding and the headaches and the shit luck and the strange fear.

But Hare’s sick. The kind of sick that ends with an empty body.

So he straightens, screws his face up in preparation, and forces himself to loosen. Then he knocks.

The door opens, but it isn’t the Goddess looking at him. A different dweller looks down at him, assessing. “Mourning Dove?” ezi asks.

He looks at ezim, mouth caught for a moment. He reminds himself as his heart beats faster that friendliness is a virtue and nods.

Ezi hums, then open the door for him. “I’ll let the Goddess know you’ve arrived. You can join her on the couch.”

He doesn’t ask ezir name, even if he knows it would be the friendly thing to do, instead nodding and shuffling in after ezim. At the sight of the couch, he halts.

Ezphe’s body sprawls across it, but the pale of her eyes staring out at nothing are enough to show to him that it is not Ezphe. A lax husk. With delicate steps, he approaches her body, looking over it carefully. The body hardly breathes, no solidity to its muscles. He doesn’t sit beside it as he waits.

A finger twitches, and then she stirs, slumped leg twitching before crossing over the other in one smooth motion, hand coming to rest on her thigh. She looks up at him, the picture of poise not nearly enough to erase the sprawling image of death she presented a moment before from his mind. “Son of Severity.” She says it like it’s some spoiled fruit. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

Her body’s already seared itself into his mind as he straightens, immediately to the target. “You perform miracles.”

She stares at him and he wants to scream, but he doesn’t, which is pretty impressive given it’s her and he’s him. Instead, he lets her process. After several seconds filled with unfamiliar silence, an iceberg of a smile spreads across her face. “What kind of miracle?”

“Curing sickness.”

Her eyes narrow to slits, smile sharpening as her teeth disappear behind her lips. “This isn’t for one of your dogs, is it?”

“No. A friend.”

“An elf?”

“A human.”

A laugh trickles out of her as she rolls her eyes, leaning languidly back into the couch. “So one of your dogs.”

He’s sure he will be forgiven the nastiness that crosses his face when he meets the dogs that accompany the moon in the afterlife.

“You’re pouting,” she says, “and you may not be an adult, but you’re still much too old to pout.”

He’d qualify it as more of a glare, but maybe he’s not particularly good at glaring.

Something to her face softens, and if he hadn’t trusted her before, now he could drown both of them in the lack. “Dishonorable son, you must understand: You are… very young. You may think to grasp at it, but you clearly can’t yet. I could save this human of yours that you hold so close to you, but what it would mean in the grand scheme of things?”

She pauses, waits for him to respond, but he doesn’t want to play into it, and maybe that only strengthens her game in the end. It’s the kind of thing that made him wish there was someone he knew with the kind of power to kick her ass.

“Nothing. It would mean nothing. An elf, an elf I could understand. But a human? How old is your human?”

“As old as me.”

Her eyebrows shoot up. “As old as you?” she repeats, her tone itching against him in one of the myriad of ways he couldn’t understand.

“A little younger,” he amends.

“They may as well already be dead,” she says, eyes flicking away from him.

“But you can heal him.”

“If I felt like it, sure, but I don’t.”

His weight shifts between his feet. She keeps the wall-sized windows of her suite open, and outside, the night shines into the room, the street lit in a dim rainbow, the sky shining down on them in a tapestry made of stars and constellations. “What if I did… it?” he blurts out. It was what he came here to offer, but still he can’t say it, not the whole thing, the whole deal. Fifteen years of resistance, but Hare is worth more.

Her face hardens. “Answer me honestly, son of Severity: Have you lain with him?”

His face scrunches up, head cocking to the side, “Why would I do that?”

“He’s not your family—For some reason, you’ve attached that term to the mongrels you cohabit with. So I’m left to wonder what else it could be.”

“He’s my friend.”

She stares into him, maybe searching for some sign he’s lying, but he knows she won’t find any. Finally, she hums. Instead, she says, “I don’t trust you to keep a promise.”

“I keep my promises.”

“I don’t trust you not to lie, either, especially not to me.”

His mouth tightens.

She laces her fingers as she leans towards him, the shadows of the room stretching across her face in a way that almost denies this body its beauty. A quiet surety to her, she says, “If you try to weasel out of this, you won’t even be capable of wishing I had killed you. Am I understood?”

“Perfectly,” he whispered.

“I don’t accept backtalk from my followers. I’ve been exceedingly lenient with you on it.”

“What do you usually do? Kill them?”

“Brutally?”

He chews at his lip. This is a dangerous game that he’s playing with her, a game he can hardly grasp the rules of, but it has never escaped him that he can’t win while he’s alive and if he loses she’ll kill him regardless. The easiest way to win—The only way he understands the rules well enough to win—is to give nothing. And this is a small world more than nothing. But it’s Hare. “But you’ll do it?”

“That’s not how my worshippers address me.”

He scoffs, but she cocks her head at him and for once he rethinks it, and the way his guts roil is the beginning of a sickness. “How do your worshippers address you?”

“Goddess will do just fine for now.”

‘For now.’ He stares at her and she stares back, but the usual heat’s gone. Of course it’s gone—She’s finally starting to win.

He takes a deep breath, steadies his nerves, soothes his anger and his stomach as much as he can manage in three seconds, and asks, all the heat absent from her bleeding into his voice, “Goddess, will you do it?”

She smiles at him like she’s eaten a bird. “A deal’s a deal, isn’t it?”

And how can it not be when Hare is sick and he needs him to be okay? Consequences are for when he’s older.

#febuwhump2023 #febuwhumpday15 #writing on tumblr #original fiction #wtwwg ; mourning dove #wtwwg ; ezphe

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magicsunwheel · 3 years

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Why You're F#cking Amazing

Pick-a-Card

How to play: pick one of the photos below using your intuition. You can close your eyes and meditate for a bit or just take a few grounding breaths while thinking of the topic. Feeling drawn to more than one is fine! You might have messages in more than one pile

Pile 1 (x) Pile 2 (x) Pile 3 (x)

My pile numbers always go from left to right, then down to the text row (if applicable)

Pile 1

Cards: The High Priestess, Five of Swords, Seven of Pentacles, The Moon Rx, Five of Rods, Ace of Pentacles

You are so intuitive! You're either very in touch with your divine feminine or are working your way there right now. Something about you is severe in the most beautiful way. You can take things seriously when they need to and the way you command a room with just your presence is unmatched. Maybe you're also a tarot reader or involved in spirituality/divination in some way. Maybe you really like Pick-a-Cards.

Something beautiful about you is that you never give up on a fight, especially when you know the end is worth it. Your ambition is strong and you will fight for what you love and what you want. You are not weak-willed by any means.

This also makes you so unique! You work so hard and put so much labor into your love even if you know it will take a long time to come to fruition. The times that you feel discouraged by a lack of results are few and far between. If for some reason you do find yourself wistfully hoping for faster results or an easier path, you can easily remind yourself of why you started in the first place.

You might have moments where you think of yourself as sneaky or like you're hiding a part of yourself from others, like your true self would be too much for them. I'm here to tell you that your intensity is exactly what make you such a beautiful person! You thrive in competition and in adversity. It gives you a chance to show off your quick thinking and survival skills. Others look at you with envy of how you can make an opportunity out of seemingly nothing!

If you need help improving your self-love, Spirit says to stop comparing yourself to others! You are amazing and beautiful and unique all on your own! Throwing yourself into the fray to compete against others who are nothing like you will only fim your inner shine. And you really do shine! When I asked for a card about why you are beautiful, nearly half the damn deck flew out!

Sprit loves you and I love you so please take care of yourself and keep making those amazing opportunities to improve your physical surroundings. (I feel like you have a very clean room/home)

Pile 2

Cards: Nine of Rods, the World, King of Cups, Three of Rods, Ace of Rods, Two of Cups

Ahh the Loona pile!

Similar to Pile 1, but much more fiery! You are resilient! Taking time to collect yourself before pushing forward with a renewed sense of energy and purpose is such an amazing and useful trait. You maybe aren't as commanding of a presence but you have such an inner strength that no one can deny.

You got the World for the reason why you're beautiful! Maybe it's related to physically being very beautiful and possibly exotic-looking. You might have very specific features associated with a certain area of the world that stand out where you live. You also have such a wonderful understanding of the world and where it's currently at. Things can seem negative or like hope is lost but you still seek out the beauty and share it with others. You see opportunity where others do not and feel a sense of peace and connectedness with all of humanity. Wow!

Your uniqueness shines in your emotionality and compassion. You might be a natural born leader who makes sure to understand all under your rule. You lead with kindness and, most importantly, by example. You don't have any desire to use you position for ill-gotten gains. Power to you does not corrupt, it solely provides a tool for you to do good in the world and really make a difference in the lives of others, whether it's on a large or small scale. You are probably the kind of person who makes sure to give money to those who need it when you pass a begging mother and her children, or buying a homeless man a bottle of water on a hot day.

Your card for why you think you are not perfect actually came out quite positive. Maybe you don't have a very low self esteem, but I can see a few possible scenarios here. You might be constantly planning in your head, waiting and watching for the next move to take but never actually getting to the action part. Maybe you're planning for your future and have so much planned out that you're excited for, but haven't made the practical plans on how to actually get there. This could make you feel bad about yourself especially on days where you're reminded of others moving ahead in their lives while you're still planning. Visualisation is very important in manifesting your desired reality! If you are moving slower than others around you, remember that it is okay to not be where "everyone else" is. Life is not a race or a competition. Taking your time to get to where you need to be when you need to be there reminds me of the story of the tortoise and the hare. Quick does not necessarily mean better.

You can improve your self-love by creating! Using your creativity and passion to make something! Create art, whether it's physical/digital art, music, writing, inventing, anything that uses those creative muscles of yours. It doesn't have to be good! Just creating something will help burn up that excess energy you have that's trying to rush you somewhere. Self-expression this way can be a wonderful hobby even if you don't consider yourself as a creative person.

Your kindness really shines through. You care so deeply about the people around you and your spiritual team cares just as deeply about you. You are loved and watched over and protected by Spirit. Others around you also see your sparkle and appreciate and admire you, even if they don't show it. Know you are beautiful and amazing and bringing a light into this world that needs to be here.

Pile 3

Cards: Six of Rods, the Hierophant, Four of Rods, Six of Cups, Ten of Swords, the Hermit Rx

Damn, who are y'all!? You've got some mighty power and pull in this world. Maybe you're a public figure or have some kind of platform, like a social media with many followers. You could also be well-recognized within your field of study/work. Whoever you are, people see you and look up to you. They celebrate you and how amazing you are! Spirit loves this about you and you really shine in the spotlight. Your achievements deserve all this pomp and celebration!

You are naturally authoritative. People listen when you speak and take your words to heart. You might also be a religious person or someone who enjoys organization and the comfort of hierarchy. People will willingly follow you wherever you lead them because they trust you with all their hearts. "A merciful ruler" (lol) You hold your position with grace and dignity befitting a king or queen.

You are unique in ways the public recognizes, but we knew that already! You might be someone who likes to entertain and you throw the greatest parties and get-togethers. Maybe you've planned a wedding and everyone had such an amazing time! You know how to relax and have fun when the time for celebrating arrives. You can out down your guard and bit and let loose. Not many people with such responsibility can let go of the reigns like that, but you don't seem to hold on to control too tightly.

Your past might be a source of anxiety for you. Maybe you're worried that what you've done when you were younger will catch up to you and ruin what you've got going on now, but it's important to remember that the past is the past. It cannot be undone or wished away. Taking time to accept what happened and recognizing that you've moved on to bigger and better things is important here. Whatever happened, take time to heal your childhood wounds and forgive past actions.

Ending this cycle will bring much more self-love to your life. Old habits and patterns being out to rest is the way forward. It might be a painful ending and something you don't necessarily look forward to, but it is something that needs to happen to clear out old energy and welcome in everything new. You can't expect to move on if you're still repeating old actions or ways of thinking. It's time to set these things to rest and evolve. Leave behind what no longer serves you.

Your understanding of yourself knows no bounds. You've taken the time to inquisit yourself and learn all of the shadows that lie there. Self-reflection might be a favored pastime for you. Through this knowledge of yourself you are able to see truths that many struggle to see all their lives. Your light can cut through the fog if bullshit and see the true source of something. Use this knowledge of yourself to become the best version of yourself that you can be! I know you're already on your way there and it's amazing to see! Spirit is so proud of you and loves you so much!

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seokjins-luigi · 3 years

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just say goodnight n go | chapter 04

pairing ↠ jin x reader, fuckboy!jungkook x reader

word count ↠ 9k

18+ | warnings ↠ character grieving, jealousy, swearing, oral sex (f receiving), mentions of a slightly toxic relationship, cheating.

summary ↠ when your mother passes away, you go back to your college student life, only to find out the guy you liked (and were friends with benefits with) had a girlfriend now. trying to get over him and your mother’s passing, seokjin, the friend of a friend wants you to give him a chance. will you find your way back to yourself?

A/N ↠ I just wanna say that I'm sorry for taking aaaaages to write, but life's been a little complicated these past few weeks. And also I'm a perfectionist, so I reread what I write 100 times so I can try to make it as good as I can lol but as Namjoon says, it'll never be perfect, we need to move on at some point.

Anywayyy, I hope you guys enjoy this new part and don't judge OC too harshly, she's weak and JK knows how to play his game. I'm sorry if this came out too long as well lol I hope you enjoy :) I want to thank @primadonnasdream for the support and for being my most faithful reader, my brainstorm partner and my best friend 💜

Please, remember feedback is always highly appreciated.

⋘ Ch 03

This is another scenario where you know if Eunjoo could see you, she’d surely be kicking your ass right now (figuratively, of course). Initially, you didn’t plan on allowing Jungkook to come up to your apartment, but he insisted and… Well, talking to him wouldn’t harm you.

A heartbeat after you buzzed him in, he was knocking on your door fervently.

“Jungkook-ssi, if you don’t calm the fuck down, I won’t let you in!” You shout from inside.

Silence.

“Sorry”, you hear him sighing from the outside. “I’m calm, babe, let me in, please. I need to talk to you”.

When you open the door, after pretending to debate with yourself if this was a good idea, Jungkook doesn’t waste a second on waiting for your invitation to come in. He enters your apartment as fast as a hare and before you know it, he’s already nowhere to be seen.

“Where the fuck is he?” He shouts, voice coming from inside your bedroom.

“What the fuck, Jungkook? Do not yell at me!” You shout back, going after him. “What are you talking about?”

“I know he was here with you, Y/n... “ Jungkook looks you in the eye. He was flushed, chest heaving up and down harshly. “I saw the fucking story, ok?”

“Is this about Jin?” You ask him, surprised.

“You told everyone you had to study… And I fucking bought it! That’s the funny part, I bought it! And here you were, having the time of your life with prince charming. I’m not fucking stupid, ok?”.

“Oh yeah? Having the time of my life with prince charming? You’re not even making any sense! I was crying my eyes out for hours, cause I couldn’t reach you and I needed you today!” You state it harshly, pointer finger poking him on his buff chest. “He came here to keep me company, you ass! At least, he cares about me!”

You breathe in, trying to concentrate on not allowing tears to well up your eyes.

“Are you trying to say that I don’t care about you?” He runs his hands through his hair nervously. “Well, Y/n, in case you haven't noticed, I am upset, that’s why I didn’t wanna talk to you!”

“Fuck that, Jungkook! My mother died and I was feeling down and you couldn't give two shits about it!” You say as you pinch your nose and it hits you. “Wait… You’re upset… with me?”

“More than that upset, I’m hurt!”

“Hurt?” You ask him, not being able to hide the astonishment in your voice. “What did I even do?”

“I understand you must be head over heels with prince charming so you seem to have forgotten I go to the same uni as you… I saw you two walking off into the sunset, hand in hand around campus today as if you were a happy little couple. Then… Your brother comes to me and shows me a picture of you taken by said prince charming all happy saying ‘Y/n and Jin are together’ and blah, blah, blah. Am I not allowed to be hurt?”.

“That’s rich, Jungkook… You must be one to talk about being a happy little couple with someone else, right?” You stare deep into his eyes and you see something shift, he looks down, directing his gaze at his feet. “Right?!”

You raise your tone at the last question, startling both you and Jungkook simultaneously.

“Have you noticed you never deny it, Y/n? For fuck’s sake! Are you together or not?”

“Jin and I?” You sigh, tired. “Oh my fucking God! We are friends, Kook! Don’t you trust me at all?”

“I trust you, yes! I don’t trust him. He’s been all over you since we met!”

“But if you trusted me, this conversation wouldn’t be happening…”

He reaches out for your hand, his long fingers entwining around yours. His hand is warm. He looks at you with his doe-eyes, full of something you can’t really describe or identify. Could it be love too? It makes you lower your guard. You feel guilty for lashing out at him.

“What happened here tonight, babe?” He asks, tone soft now.

You think of Jin’s hand and how holding it made you feel… better?

“What do you think, Kook? We just talked… and had something to eat, like normal friends do!”

“You swear?”

“Jeon Jungkook!” You protest as your feet stamp loudly against the wooden-floor.

Note to self: apologize to your downstairs neighbor tomorrow for that.

“I’m sorry, babe. It’s just hard to swallow, ok? You and this guy…. It just doesn’t sit right with me, that’s all”.

“It’s so ironic… You’re literally in a relationship with another girl right now and my friendship with Jin is the thing that doesn’t sit right with you”, you let out a humourless laugh, pulling your hand away from his grasp. “You’re something else, Jungkook, really!”

“Y/n…” He pinches the bridge of his nose, as he inhales deeply. “Me and Seulki… It’s complicated. You think I don’t want to break up with her? We were a mistake and I realized that as soon as you got back, ok? It’s just complicated! I can’t just do this out of nowhere”.

“Sure, Kook, if you say so… But me and Jin are friends, he’s been amazing to me ever since we met and-”, he cocks his eyebrows as you speak and you feel your blood boil. “What now?”

“We were just friends too, Y/n, that’s what worries me!” He gestures emphatically. “Especially when you're basking in how amazing he is and how terrible I am to you”.

“Seriously?” He nods. It’s like he is really clueless. Maybe that’s what he is. Clueless. You bring your hands to your temples, where you start rubbing in circular motions, trying to ease the tension you’re feeling. “Jungkook… All I wanted was you. Since the first time. I don’t know how many times I’ll have to repeat myself to you…”

“I don’t know… You keep saying this, but you’ve been trying to make me feel jealous since you met him. If all you want is to be with me, why was this guy here tonight? I wanted you at the party and you lied to me to be with him”

“That’s not it, I swear! I was just feeling a little down…”

“You swear?”

“Yes, Kook! I’m sorry if-”

“Just promise me this is not happening again”, he quirks his head, analyzing you with his attentive gaze. “You will keep your distance from this guy”.

You stare at him for a while. Brows furrowed, eyes profusely dark on you, straight posture, his much taller figure close to you. You felt slightly intimidated, not that you feared he’d hurt you, you know he would never. But there was something you couldn’t describe about his actions that don’t feel right.

You’re very fond of Seokjin. Not in the same way he is fond of you, that is. You like him very much as a very dear friend, what Jungkook is asking of you doesn’t seem right. You don’t want to disappoint or hurt him, you two have been together much longer than you’ve known Seokjin. It also doesn’t feel right to ditch him for another guy’s friendship.

“Alright, Kook”.

You lie.

As you feared and also anticipated, your voice cracks and you feel tears welling up your eyes. Before you can stop yourself, a very thick tear rolls down your right cheek. Making it impossible for you to keep on masking your feelings.

Jungkook gets closer and you don’t push him away. Maybe that’s what you should do, but you don’t. The warmth of his body being welcomed by yours, as he wrapped both of his arms around your waist, snuggling you in them.

You hide your face in his chest and he places his chin on the top of your head, as he caresses your hair softly. You allow your tears to roll down your cheeks freely, with your arms around Jungkook’s figure. Memories from your life from before flood your mind.

Your mom, before she was sick, sitting on her sofa reading one of Jane Austen’s books. Her favorites. Everytime you closed your eyes you could picture her just like this. It sometimes comforts you, but every other day it makes you feel like there’s nothing left in this world.

Then you think of you and Jungkook, in the middle of the night, laying together in your single bed in the room you shared with Eunjoo. Fingers entwined, as you hid your face in the crook of his neck. Feeling his sweaty skin on your lips. Feeling the warmth of his body against your own. She was never around when he was. You miss everything about those days, from seeing Eunjoo everyday to being able to be with Jungkook. Like, really be with him.

“Don’t cry, babe, I’m here…” He whispers softly to you, holding you tighter.

You aren’t really able to answer him and your muffled sobs can be heard instead. You feel your chest tighten. You had so many months of silent misery filling those sobs, it was good to finally get it out of your system. You hold onto Jungkook, grabbing his sweatshirt’s fabric until your knuckles are white.

Being in his arms was all you wanted since you came back. This moment showed you you two shared a bond that was deeper than eyes could see, deeper than sex could ever be. It makes you feel safe. Even though you hurt and everything else seems off, you know he’s right for you. He could not be there for you all the time, but when he was… It was worth the wait.

You can’t tell exactly how long you nestled yourself in his arms, but it was long enough for you to cry every tear that you had been holding back in these past few weeks. Jungkook was acting like a perfect saint, holding you tight and caressing your hair the entire time and it was extremely comforting. You felt loved. He didn't have to say it, you could feel it.

Sniffing, you look up to him. When he looks at you, you swear you can see stars in his dark eyes. You can’t help but to allow the corner of your lips to be lifted, smiling kindly to him.

“I hate seeing you cry”, he whispers to you, as he cups your face in his hands.

“So sto-” A sob escapes from your lips. “Stop making me cry, Kook”.

“I will, babe, I promise. I’ll never make you cry again, I’m sorry”, he answers softly, rubbing his thumb on your cheek, drying the wet trail the tears had left on your face.

He leans in for a soft and affectionate peck on your lips, still holding your face in his hands. You kiss him back, allowing him to take over all your senses, even though it was only a soft and innocent kiss.

Or was it?

Jungkook takes your bottom lip between his teeth as his tattooed hand starts to explore down your body. Subconsciously, you wrap one of your arms around his neck, as you stand on the tip of your toes. You know this is the last thing you should be doing right now, least of all after he ignored you and then came to your home to make a scene. You know you shouldn’t, but all you wanted was this. To kiss him.

To hell with everything else.

Before you could stop yourself, Jungkook slips his tongue between your lips and you can feel the lingering taste of alcohol on it. It doesn’t stop you from allowing him to deepen the kiss, as he quickens up the pace of his slightly desperate tongue against yours.

“Can I make you feel good tonight, babe?” He whispers against your lips, his hot breath fanning against your face. You nod. “I want you to cum on my tongue”.

You nod again as you feel anticipation bubbling inside of you, making you feel slightly nervous for a second. Jungkook doesn’t really go down on you and he only does so when he really wants to show you the depths of his affection. It’s sweet.

“So, say it, Y/n. Say that you want to cum on my tongue while I eat it you out stupid”.

For the hundredth time in your life, you can’t muster the courage to say it. Not at first, anyway. He knows you get embarrassed, but he always insists, God knows why.

He moves his hand to your neck, a menacing look in his eyes.

“I swear to God, Y/n, if you start with your ‘I’m shy, I can’t talk dirty, Kookie’ shit, I’ll go berserk”, his tone stern as he flashes you an also stern gaze.

You can’t resist, of course. When he looks at you like he owns you, you feel like he really does. It sets your core on fire.

You look at him, mustering all the courage you can to do as he says.

“I want to cum all over your tongue tonight”, it comes out as a confident whisper.

Then, he smirks. That smirk only Jungkook can give you; the one that has you weak on your knees and it makes you feel like electricity runs through your veins. You see his eyes glistening with lust and all you can do is to smirk back.

He tightens his grasp on your neck and before you can gasp for air, his mouth is glued to yours. He kisses you hungrily, with such intensity, it makes you feel inebriated. You feel again the lingering taste of tequila on his lips, but it is just as pleasant as the intensity of the kiss itself. He places his other hand on one of your butt cheeks, squeezing it harshly, certainly leaving a few bruises for you to keep thinking about tonight for a few days.

Jungkook pushes you and you fall on your back in your bed. Before you know it, he has his body hovering over yours, as he leaves lovebites to your collarbone. He presses his body onto yours and you can feel him already semi hard through his jeans.

“See what you do to me?” He asks you, grabbing one of your hands and placing it on his cock. “That’s only from kissing you…”

You let a breathy moan escape from your lips when his words reach your ears. He knows exactly what to say to you. He knows your body. He knows you. When you’re with him, you feel inebriated and it’s like he’s the only person other than you left in this world.

Jungkook, then, grabs your wrist and seizes your hand away from his now fully aroused cock.

“No, Kookie”, you pout, his lips hovering over your own as you speak. “Let me feel you”.

“No, babe, tonight’s all about you”, he whispers against your lips.

He presses his boner in your covered entrance, you start grinding and you notice his breathing getting heavier. Pressing his lips against yours again, he places a soft peck on them and as he pulls away, biting your lower lip and dragging it with his teeth.

“Can we get rid of these?” He asks you, playing with the waistband of your Scooby Doo pj’s shorts.

You nod a bit more emphatically than you had intended and Jungkook grins, he looks devilishly beautiful, it’s unfair. His dark locks almost covering his dark eyes, full of a blaze that lights up his divine face. You feel the anticipation damping your underwear. It’s ridiculous how wet you get with him so much as looking at you.

Clasping his pointer and middle finger on the waistband of your shorts, Jungkook tosses them somewhere on the floor, along with your panties. The same fingers that undressed you were now trailing the outside of your lips, smearing on your wetness. You squirm under his touch, stopping a moan to come out of your lips.

“Look at you, babe, all wet for me already”, his fingers still in the same place, you’re so wet you can hear yourself. “You want me so bad it’s embarrassing”.

Yeah, you agree. But you’re too far along now to complain. Jungkook then breaks physical contact with you and it’s like your skin burns of how much you need his touch. You craved his hands on you 24/7 and when he has them on you it always makes your heart flutter and your head dizzy, it’s hard to let him pull away.

On his feet, he looks at you with a smirk, the same dominant expression carved on his dazzling face as always.

“Be a good girl and spread your legs for me, will you?”

“Hm, no”, you tease.

“Babe, I’m trying to be romantic here…” he places his possessive hands on both of your thighs. “But if you don’t spread those legs right now, I won't ask again and I’ll also make sure to bruise you pretty bad so you won't be able to hide it from your prince charming”.

“Oh my God! Can’t you just forge-”

Before you could finish telling him off, Jungkook sinks his teeth on your thigh harshly, literally not giving a fuck wether there’s gonna be a bruise after this. You moan lightly when he starts sucking the sensitive skin there.

By instinct, your legs fall to the sides as your body responds to his touch, like in a meticulously rehearsed dance. You wanted to resist, you really did, but he has such a strong grip over you, it’s like you can’t really control yourself.

“Playing hard to catch, are you?” He asks as he rubs his thumb over the hickey he left on you.

“A little”, you giggle.

“Yeah, it’s not like this was very hard”, he states with a playful smirk on his lips. “Anyway, now that I got my babe marked… Come here”.

He tugs you closer, pulling you by the waist to the edge of the bed. He bends down on his knees and you feel the lightfeather touch of his tongue against your clit, in one very longstanding swipe. Jungkook’s teasing you and it has you whining under his touch.

Desperate for some relief, you buck your hips into Jungkook’s face. You feel a vibration coming from his muffled laugh, as his hands trail from your thighs to your ass, squeezing it roughly, as he starts to suck wet kisses against your mound. His warm tongue heaving up and down on your bundle of nerves, so pleasuring it makes your back arch and your toes curl.

“Oh- Kook, right there!” You whine again, finally being able to muster an intelligible sentence in your brain.

Your vocal validation only seems to make him even more eager to please you. His tattooed hand trailed back from your ass to your inner thigh, where he made sure to squeeze the sensitive skin.

You feel Jungkook’s tongue taking turns on slowing and speeding up his movements against your clit and you allow moans to roll off of your mouth, shamelessly. Your head spins from the waves of pleasure Jungkook’s tongue sends through your body. You know he likes to hear you, so you don’t stop yourself. The delighted feeling coming not only from your pussy, but also from somewhere near your chest. He makes it so hard to be mad at him when he acts like this… When he does whatever it takes to please you.

He, then, pushes his middle finger into your slit. You moan even harder this time around, while he curled his finger against your wet walls. You clench your walls around his finger, desperate to be filled.

“Need something more?” He asks with a husky voice, lips still dangerously close to your pussy.

You lift your head up slightly, looking him in the eyes. You nod. Seeing him with his face buried between your thighs, his dark gaze intensely set on you, hands on and in you, makes you notice how deeply you wrapped yourself around his finger. And you did it freely. He makes you forget about everything else, pushes all your problems aside. It indeed feels like you two are the last people on this planet.

“I want you inside me”, you whisper back at him.

“I am inside you”, he answers teasingly, finger never stopping to move inside your slit.

“Yea-”, he curled his finger and you choke on your words.

He smirks. Fucker.

“You were saying?” He cocks one of his eyebrows, smirk still hanging on his reddish lips.

“I want you to fuck me, Kook”, your voice a whisper again.

Jungkook shakes his head, clicking his tongue.

“Please, Kookie”, you groan.

He forrows his brows, never averting his gaze. Another two fingers are pushed past your damp walls, this time around building a blinding pressure to your stomach. You grew wetter by the second, arching your back off the bed again and moaning shamelessly.

“Best I can do is this, babe…” He whispers with his dusky, dangerously sexy voice, hot breath against your pussy. “I want you whining about how much you miss my cock tonight… So you learn not to make me jealous again, do you hear me? Next time I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll be begging me to stop”.

You nod robotically. All you can think about is how much you crave him.

“Then, use fucking words, Y/n! Say you understand you’re mine!”

You’re trying… You’re really trying to find your voice, but he’s making it impossible for you with the pace he has set on the fingers he’s burying between your folds, fucking you dumb. You can feel you’re close and so can he, because your walls clench onto his fingers as if your sanity depended on it. It does, actually.

“Hold back, Y/n”, he orders sternely. “I told you I want you cuming on my tongue, not on my fingers… I’ll only pick up where I left off if you fucking tell me how desperetaly you want to get fucked by my cock”.

And the fingers inside your slit do not stop to tease you, curling up against your desperate walls. You’re close.

“Wanna get fu-fucked dumb by you, Koo-ook! I miss your cock so mu-ch”, you’re babbling breathlessly at this point.

You’re close.

“Maybe next time if you deserve it, I’ll fuck you nice and good”.

You’re so fucking close.

“Ohhh, Kook, I’m… close!”

You cry out as you feel his tongue against your mound again. Your hands go straight to his hair and you grip his dark locks, he moans when he feels your hold on his scalp. And you lose the last bit of self control you still had, as you feel his mouth sucking your clit into his mouth.

You don’t really know where to focus, your chest is heaving up and down heavily as you cry out his name. You feel your legs shaking uncontrollably as the ecstasy spreads throughout your body, as if time and space have been suspended for a split second. You must have moaned desperately, your poor neighbours must hate you.

But to hell with them. Jungkook pulls away from your clit, a faint smile on his lips. He looks ecstatic as well, his fingers still inside you.

“So… Was it good?”

You close your eyes, trying to focus on your breathing.

“You are amazing, Kook, always”, you answer, kind of blushed.

You lean on your elbows to look at him properly. He looked dashing with his messy hair and his slightly glossy lips, covered with your wetness. You lean for a kiss, but he turns his head.

“I’ll go clean myself, babe, just a second. You know I don’t like kissing after…” He gestures randomically.

He gets on his feet and heads out of your room, trying to adjust himself in his pants. You knew that he hated kissing after going down on you. He’s told you once that for some reason he didn’t like the idea of you tasting yourself on him. You know he likes to be in charge, so you just let him.

As you lay back on bed, staring at the ceiling, you sigh. But this time around, you’re sighing because you feel happy, so happy it makes your heart skip a beat. You feel extremely validated by him and his gesture today. You feel so intimate, so close. He did all he could to make you feel better and being comforted by him made you realize that the lump in your throat had completely disappeared.

At least for now.

He comes back with a smile on his face, sitting on the edge of your bed, beside you.

“Will you stay with me?” You ask.

He shakes his head negatively, fingers combing through your hair softly.

“I told the guys I was going out for some cigarettes, I don’t want them to start wondering…” his voice trails off suggestively.

He leans in for a peck on your lips. He had his eyes closed and it sent your heart aflutter. With him, you know the details matter more than big gestures. Maybe he really means to break things up with Seulki, if he’s kissing you with his eyes closed. It means something, right?

It has to.

“Gotta go, babe. I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

“Sure”.

He gets on his feet, but he stops at the door.

“Oh, I remembered something. Tomorrow morning, after our first class, I’m teaching Tae how to use his new analog, why don’t you join us? I can help you with that paper for Han gyosunim’s class, what do you think?”

“Sounds great, Kook! I’ll swing by”.

“See you, love”

“See ya”

He nods, tapping lightly at the door frame before actually leaving this time.

Inebriated, you walk towards the bathroom to also clean yourself. When you look at your reflection in the mirror, you feel like you’re glowing. Being in love really does wonders to us, doesn’t it? Shortly after, you fall into a restful sleep, unlike the ones you’ve had on the previous nights this week.

Something has been bugging Jin the entire morning, of that Yoongi is a hundred percent sure. He’s been fidgeting in his chair and sighing whenever he gets distracted. When a phone rings, which is completely normal, since they work in a goddamn law firm, he huffs. He’s been sulking since he got to the office.

Yoongi has known Seokjin since he was a child, they go way back. He wants to get something off his chest, that much Yoongi’s already noticed. Yoongi can bet anyone that part of his demeanor is a way of showing it to his younger friend.

After the 5th sigh Seokjin lets out in a row (yes, Yoongi has been keeping count), he gives in.

“What?”

Jin, who has been staring at his computer screen with his furrowed brows, looks at his desk partner.

“What what?” He asks Yoongi, dumbfounded.

“You’ve been sulking the entire morning, Seokjin, what the hell happened?” He insists.

“Nothing”, Jin states with a blank expression on his face.

“Nothing? Ok... But if I hear you sighing over a phone ringing again, Imma hit you with this fucking stapler”, he threatens Jin, showing him the forementioned object. “I’m not even joking!”

“It’s nothing, Yoongs, nevermind”.

“Seokjin, I fucking mean it!” The raven-haired man whisper shouts to his friend. “Spill it out already”.

Seokjin huffs.

“It’s… Y/n” Jin fidgets on his seat.

Yeah, Yoongi figured his friend’s mood might have something to do with you. As always, he is right.

“What about her?”

Jin sighs again. He knows his best friend pretty damn well, so he also knows Yoongi isn't dropping the subject without digging into it first.

“We were together last night, right?”

“Yeah, I know”, Yoongi states.

“I know you know, man, you’re ruining my storytelling!”

“Sorry”.

“Yeah, anyway…” He raises his hand dramatically and continues. “We spent the night together and of course I wasn't stupid to make any moves yet. But it seemed like it was a perfect night, y’know? I even told her, like… That I like her and that I’ll be here waiting for a chance” Yoongi’s eyes widened, but Seokjin continues. “Yes, I know. I’m intense, I’m a Sagittarius… Anyhow, everything went fine and I feel like she’s really opening up to me, but then…”

He stops, pointer finger raised, asking his friend to wait a second. Yoongi patiently does so, looking at Seokjin’s anxious figure and he takes a little while looking for something on his phone.

Yoongi feels bad for his friend, Seokjin is healing from a deep heartbreak. Yoongi was the only friend that remained by his side, when he distanced himself from everyone else. Actually, when his ex isolated him and despite everyone’s warnings, Jin walked in his ex’s trap willingly. All Yoongi could do was wait until Jin realized who she really is. He did, eventually.

She messed him up big time and now he was collecting the broken pieces of himself. Fortunately, he had Yoongi by his side. Jin told his friend many times how he never wanted to get involved with anyone ever again and that falling in love was nothing but stupidity. Of course, Yoongi did not agree on that entirely, but he wanted to protect his friends’ feelings as much as he could. He couldn’t do much, but he was always a shoulder to cry on. Then, Eunjoo started to act behind his back, talking about you to Jin, showing him your pictures, telling him the things you have in common. It sparked Jin’s interest. And after meeting you in person, he fell on his knees.

“So, I thought maybe things would start… y’know, evolving? But then, yeah, I saw this”, Jin shows his phone to his raven-haired friend.

Yoongi squints, leaning forward to take a better look at what his friend is trying to show him. He ruminates for a while and looks back at his blonde best friend.

“Ok, and?”

“And?” Seokjin returns the question with a dumbfounded expression carved on his face. “YAA! Can’t I just be frustrated?! Look how close they’re standing to each other, they look so fucking intimate!” He flashes his phone again to his friend.

“They’re close friends... You know that, right?”

“Yes, I know that.” He snorts. “But that’s not all they are and you know it. He’s a handsome guy, right? I don't know if I can keep up with that plus the intimacy they already have, I know I’ll soon be back to square one. Can’t this guy just disappear? Like, get a job in another country or something”.

“You are intimidated by Jungkook? I think you’re overreacting”.

“Oh, yeah? Bite me! Remember how you reacted to Namjoon and Eunjoo’s shit? Because I do!”

Yoongi crosses his arms and this time around, he’s the one huffing.

“That was different, dude. You know it”.

Jin averts his gaze for a second, thinking about the past scenario.

“Ok. It was a little different, but you also overreacted” Jin pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Now is the time you start comforting me, alright? Tell me she’s not in love with him or something”

Yoongi rolls his eyes at his friend, as he tries to suppress a faint smile on the corner of his lips. When Seokjin gets nervous, he gets anxious and starts speaking fast, it’s hard to understand what he’s saying. It’s a little comical, actually.

“Man… You’re anxious, that’s all. You know Y/n and Jungkook go way back-”

“I know, Yoongs! That's the problem!”

“Can I talk now?” Yoongi asks, jerking one of his brows.

“Yeah, sorry”.

“As I was saying, they have history together. But as far as I’m aware, he just stolls her around... He’s a jerk, basically. Eunjoo hates his guts because of that. Now with this girlfriend of his… Let’s see how things play out. Someone’s probably gonna get hurt”.

“I know! Fucking asshole! I’d love to punch that fucking nose of his”.

“You could try, but he’d probably beat the shit outta you”, Yoongi laughs. “He’s into boxing or something”.

“Yea, I heard”.

“But as I was saying, now Y/n’s fragile. She needs people’s support. And he’s her friend, of course she’s gonna lean on him at least a little. She’s been through some serious shit with her mom’s health and as much as I love Namjoon, he hasn’t been very helpful…”

“I wish I could do more to help her”.

“Jin, you've been pretty supportive. And that's honestly what I think you should keep on doing… She’s just met, you know? You’re head over heels for her, but she needs time. She’s been through a lot. Give her time”.

“Yeah… You’re probably right”, he sighs again. “I just worry about being completely overshadowed by Jungkook-ssi, y’know? They have so much in common, they like the same stuff…”

“If that was enough to hold two people together, you should still be dating Bonhwa, right? She was also into the same stuff as you and she was a Law major just like us”.

Seokjin shakes his head negatively, as he dismisses Yoongi’s words dramatically.

“God forbid”.

“You see? It makes absolutely no sense... He’s an asshole, she’ll see it eventually”.

Seokjin mulls over his friends’ words. Looking back at his computer screen, the words start scrambling in front of his eyes. He isn't really able to focus on work, Yoongi’s typing distracts him again.

She’ll see it eventually. Yoongi’s words resonated in his mind. It was all he could hope for.

Kong gyosunim dismisses the class in the middle of a heated argument between Cha Songwook (yes, him again) and Hong Dahae. It was unfortunate, because it had been pretty amusing so far to see the two of them screaming at each other’s faces. Before you left, you remember the two of them were seeing each other, but things ended badly, it seems.

Your phone dings with an expected text from your best friend, Eunjoo.

joo 💛 [2:45 pm]: on my way

joo 💛 [2:45 pm]: are you there?

You [2:45 pm]: not yet, on my way too

Eunjoo’s been bugging you to tell her how your evening with Seokjin was, so you two decide to go for a coffee on campus. It was also an excuse to see each other and catch up, you did that as often as life allowed you to.

You finish gathering your stuff while Songwook and Dahae were still discussing Kubrick's use of Mise-en-Scene. As you open the classroom’s door, you’re surprised to see Jungkook, leaning on the corridor wall. He had his hands in his leather jacket’s pockets and he looked at you with a big warm smile, one of those smiles that sends your heart aflutter.

And even though you’d been together a few hours ago, you’re just as happy to see him again. Earlier today, you’d been at the frat house, where only Jungkook and Taehyung were awake. As he told you the night before, he’d be teaching Tae how to use his new camera and the three of you shared some thoughts about photography. You also found out Namjoon got legless last night and was still asleep up until that point. Fortunately, he already texted you to let you know he’s still alive.

“Hey!” You get closer, waving at him. “What are you doing here?”

“I go here, babe”.

“Duh!” You roll your eyes. “I mean, here, here. In front of my classroom”.

“Just wanted to say hi again”, he declares, as his hands travel to your lower back, pulling you in his arms. He brushes his nose against your cheek and continues.

“Jungkook, have you lost your mind?!” You ask, pulling yourself away from him. “We’re in the middle of the corridor!”

He laughs softly, his eyes turning into tiny crescent moons.

“There’s no one around here, babe”.

“Not gonna push my luck”, you state. “Er… Dahae and Songwook are at each other’s throats back there… Didn't even know they had broken up”.

“Neither did I. But good for her, he’s a pain in the ass”, he runs his hand through his hair, his eyes traveling down your body. “You look fucking hot in these tight pants, babe”.

“Shut up, Jungkook!” You push him playfully, blushing.

He laughs. You could swear to God, when he laughs…

“What are your plans for today?” He asks.

“Coffee with Eunjoo, actually, she must be waiting for me already”.

“Oh yeah? I’ll walk you there”.

He walks side by side with you the entire way. It’s not as comfortable as it should be. For the most part of the way, you keep trying to find something interesting to say, but you fail. You mention Songwook and Dahae again, but it falls flat. You try complaining about the weather, but it also falls flat. At some point, you just give up and decide to just walk.

Jungkook has his hands in his pockets and he’s as silent as you. You don’t really understand where this is coming from, but there’s something different about being alone with him. It makes you think about that one time you and Jin held hands. But why? If you had Jungkook with you, why are you thinking about Jin? Fuck.

Sharing silence isn’t as comfortable as it used to be. Maybe those months away have indeed changed things between you, maybe that’s why he’s gotten himself into this crazy relationship of his. It makes you feel a little anxious and you mentally thank the universe for the fact that this coffee shop is relatively near your classroom.

You and Eunjoo see each other through the shop window, she waves at you with a smile on her face. But her smile fades as soon as she locks eyes with Jungkook.

Ok, you were already expecting this to happen.

“Alright, babe, enjoy your coffee”, he rubs his fingers on the back of your hand. “Give Eunjoo my love”.

“See ya, Kookie!”

He waves and leaves. For some reason, you feel weird. He felt weird. You can’t really explain, but there’s something… You didn’t know. Weird.

Pushing the door open, you hear the tinkling of the bell that’s placed above it so the owners can always know when someone’s coming in.

This is Eunjoo’s favorite coffee shop, it’s small, intimate and, honestly, they served the best red velvet cake you’ve ever had the chance to taste. It was your best friend’s favorite, so this is why she always favors coming here.

“I’m happy to see you, but I’m not happy to see Jungkook”, she declares as the two of you hug.

“Oh, Joo, come on! He’s our friend…”

She snorts. You both sit. In front of her, on the small wooden table, you see a cup of coffee and a slice of their famous red velvet cake.

“Jungkook and I stopped being friends when I realized he’s been stringing you along this whole time…” She states as she takes a sip of her coffee.

“Ouch”.

Eunjoo is literally your soulmate, but she could be harsh, sometimes. Especially when it comes tô Jungkook. Truth is, she never understood what you have.

“Ok, fuck Jungkook, can you now please tell me more about your evening with your future boyfriend?”

“Well, my friend Kim Seokjin came by yesterday”, you continue, despite the face she makes. “And he was honestly so sweet… He brought us burgers and we pretty much spent the entire night talking. Like, just talking”.

“You already told me this on the phone last night. I want details, Y/n!”

“Ugh!” You roll your eyes and she deadpans. “Alright… So we talked about his love for cooking and he mentioned he wanted to take me to a few restaurants in town. Then, he mentioned one specific restaurant that brings him fond memories of his childhood and we started to talk about it and I mentioned one of my favorite things as a child was playing Katara and Sokka with Namjoon and-”

“Sorry to interrupt”, you hear a female voice. “Here’s your espresso. Can I get you anything else?”

“I ordered yours, forgot to tell you”, Eunjoo tells you fondly and you smile at her in the same way.

“No, thank you”, you answer the waitress and she nods, leaving you and Eunjoo alone again. “Ok, so, where was I?”

“You told Seokjin you’re an Avatar nerd…”

“I didn’t say that, but, anyway… I also found out he loves The Last Airbender as much as me. Like, he’s not a casual fan, he’s also obsessed. But that’s not the important part. The important part is… He told me he was head over heels for me or something”.

Eunjoo's eyes widen and she covers her mouth with her hands.

“Head over heels?!” You hear her muffled voice asking with excitement. “Oh my God! When I introduced you two I didn’t expect that to happen so fast, I’m impressed with my matchmaking skills this time around! Ok, and?”

“Well, that’s it”.

“What?! That’s it?! What did you say to him after that?”

“I was so surprised I couldn’t say anything”, she lets out another “ugh”. “You know Kook and I-”.

“Y/n, please, understand. You and him have nothing. Jungkook’s got a fucking girlfriend”, she cuts you off.

It annoys you a little, you’re not gonna lie. She keeps bringing it back, you know he’s got a girlfriend!

“Joo, I know you don’t understand-”.

“It’s deeper than that, lovey. There’s isn’t much to understand… He has a girlfriend-”.

“Eunjoo, I don’t care!” You cut her short and then, you decide to confess, lowering your voice tone so only Eunjoo could hear you. “He came to see me last night too”.

“Jungkook?” She looks at you confusões. “What did he want?”

“He saw Jin’s post too and got a little jealous”, before you could stop yourself, you let out a giggle and Eunjoo doesn’t follow you. “One thing leading to another, he did something special last night”.

“This something special being?”

“You know he usually doesn’t go down on me, right? He’s not fond of it… But he did last night. It was very meaningful, I think”.

“He, what?!” She asks you shouting in a whisper. “Did you have sex?”

“Yeah?”

“Y/n, he’s got a girlfriend! That’s... Cheating”, she searches for your eyes.

But you just can’t meet hers, you're too scared of finding disappointment in them. You knew it was selfish of you, you knew what you were doing was wrong, but now you’ve finally told Eunjoo… It became real.

And you’ve just realized it makes you feel unease.

“No, it’s not… He was mine first”, you whisper, knowing she will hear you.

“Oh, lovey…” She wailes. “I hate him for doing this to you and I’m sorry for what I’m about to say, but he was never yours”.

“I mean, we’re not exactly boyfriend and girlfriend, but-”

“Exactly, sis, he’s not your boyfriend. He lies to you, he neglects you. He hasn’t ever acted like a boyfriend, by the way, he only does so when he feels threatened… The very fact that he wants to keep seeing you behind your brother’s back, one of his best friends, may I add, is enough of a red flag for me”, she reaches for your hand on the table. The warmth of her hand feels pleasent, but you’re still unable to meet her eyes. “Please, Y/n, don’t let this guy do this to you… You’re not like this”.

“I just… Don’t see this monster you keep talking about”, you finally muster the courage to look at your best friend’s eyes. She looks at you with such tenderness, for the first time in this conversation, you feel your heart sinking. “We have something really special, Joo, I swear to you…”

“Lovey, going down on you doesn’t mean shit! What drives me crazy is that he does the bare minimum, cause he knows you're so deeply wrapped around his finger that he doesn’t even need to try anymore,” she stops for a second, sighing. “Think about it… Why does he make you hide this something special that goes on between you two? You’ve been doing this for over a year… And I swear to you, if you hadn’t gotten emotionally involved, I would never oppose this. But the thing is, you’ve fallen in love with him and he knows it, but he doesn’t care. You can’t fix this and you can’t fix him, you can’t keep on hurting yourself to please him either. This has gone way too long!”

It was a lot to take in, for sure. You couldn’t help but to resent Eunjoo a little right now. She wasn’t wrong, though. That’s the hardest part, you knew she wasn’t wrong. What are you becoming?

You bring both of your hands to your face, trying to ease the tension you feel. It’s true, you've been in this situation for over a year. At first, he told you he didn’t want to rush things, he didn’t want to spoil his friendship with the boys… But it’s been long enough, you two seemed to work just fine. Then, why are you in this situation?

“Let me bring Seokjin up again…” She tries. “One: he’s insanely cute, in fact, if I wasn’t already taken… It’s better if I don’t finish this sentence.” She raises her pointer finger, acknowledging this detail and you laugh faintly. “Two: he’s so into you I sometimes feel bad for him. Three: he’s single. Four: he was approved by your best friend and by your brother. Five: he’s smart, hardworking, and has a brilliant future ahead of him. Six: he’s really done with his ex. He’s the whole fucking package! Give him a chance, Y/n, that’s all I ask. And do this for yourself too, please, let Jungkook go”.

You hear the bell tinkling. It distracts you. You don’t really want to say anything right now, you have a lot to think about.

“I just keep thinking... Look at what Jungkook’s been doing to his girlfriend, imagine what he-”

“If it isn’t two of my favorite people in the world gathering without me”, you instantly recognize Jimin’s voice.

You gulp nervously, hoping that he didn’t hear the mention of Jungkook's name. You turn around to look at him, trying to flash him the warmest smile you could, in hopes of not allowing him to notice the tension between you and Eunjoo. You know she’ll do the same.

“Hi, lovey, we’re just grabbing some coffee. Join us!” She flashes Jimin the warm smile you expected her to.

He pulls a chair from the table right beside yours and places it between you and Eunjoo, sitting on it right after.

“So, what were my two dearest friends talking so passionately about?” He asks as he reaches for both yours and Enjoo’s cheeks, squeezing them.

It has both you and her complaining, making Jimin laugh.

“Just catching up”, you answer as you rub your cheeks. He always does that, the little bastard.

“Alright, so, before you continue, sum it up for me”.

He looks from Eunjoo to you, blinking his small eyes patiently. You’re kind of waiting for Eunjoo to say something, since she was the one who got interrupted by your friend’s arrival. He seems to notice that there’s something off about your vibe.

“You two seemed to be very talkative when I got in here, now you’re all silent... What the fuck are you two hiding?” He squints his eyes at you.

“H-hiding?” You shake your head in fake disbelief. “Park Jimin, why do you always have to assume the worst of people?”

“I don't do that!” He pushes your shoulder playfully, eyebrows furrowed. “And stop trying to get off the subject, I’m not Hoseok”.

“It’s nothing serious, Chim, it’s just that Y/n gets shy”, Eunjoo’s voice interjects. “But there’s a spark between Seokjin and Y/n”. She stops, because she knows Jimin will react. He raises his eyebrows and looks at you surprised. “However, she’s in denial and I, as the matchmaker, can not allow her to think such things”.

“Why am I only hearing about this spark now?” He asks you, crossing his arms in front of his chest, giving you a side-eye.

“Because Eunjoo is delusional, that’s why”, you gesture.

“No, I’m not! Park Jimin-ssi, you know I don’t joke about matchmaking! Remember how much effort I put into introducing you to Jieun?”

“Please, let’s not talk about Jieun… But yes, I do know”.

“Ok, whatever, forget I mentioned her. As I was saying, he brought her dinner last night and they ate it while stargazing… It’s so fucking romantic! And our dear dumb friend here is like we’re just friends” she delivers that in a affected tone, teasing you.

“Oh, Y/n, do not friendzone this guy! Do you hear me? He’s so fucking handsome, you don’t need to marry him, but, please, don’t waste this opportunity”.

“You guys… I also think he’s really cute. I’m not saying I’ll say no, I’m just not there yet, ok?” You look between your two best friends. “I’m still getting to know him. I’ve been living the shittiest moment of my entire life… I need time, that’s all”.

“Makes sense…” Jimin gives you a sympathetic smile, as he pats your head affectionately. “Eunjoo, stop pressuring her!”

“I’m not!”

“You are!” You and Jimin say it simultaneously. “Not that I’m defending you, Y/n, because you don’t deserve my sympathy. You don’t tell me anything anymore!”

The three of you burst out laughing at it. That’s what you’ve missed the most while you were away. Laughing. Feeling at ease. You love these people so much.

“I know, Chim! I feel the same, back in the day, I wouldn’t have to beg her to tell me what’s going on in her life, now I have to make her come and see me”, she complains, taking a sip of her coffee.

“Yeah, whatever you two. Since you two are such drama queens, I might as well just tell you… We’re spending the weekend at his family house in Jeju”, and before they have a chance to say anything, you add. “AS FRIENDS!”

Your best friends exchange glances and look back at you. You squint at them. Both of them had a glint of malice in their eyes, but they were trying their best to hide it from you, probably because they know if they interrupt you, you won’t tell them any details. But they know you know. Jimin nods, encouraging you to continue.

“So, yeah, as friends. And why am I telling you this? I need you to cover for me if Jungkook asks my whereabouts”, Eunjoo looks at you dumbfounded, probably thinking you were about to talk to Jimin about your secret arrangements with Jungkook. “He’s invited me to be his assistant at a project this weekend and I don’t really want to go, so I told him Namjoon and I are gonna go visit our mom’s older sister. It’s all set, I already spoke to my brother, he’s spending the weekend over at his mysterious girlfriend’s place. So, anyway, if he asks...”

“It’s not like a talk to Jungkook when you’re not around anyways”, Eunjoo shrugs, looking from Jimin to you.

One of the best things about Eunjoo is that both yours and hers’ demeanors are extremely similar. You two are really connected, to the point that she knows what you’re thinking and vice versa. You act and think very much like each other, so, in these situations she always knows how to react. Which comes in handy, since you have to lie more often than not to your friends because of your Jungkook situation.

“Why don’t you ask this favour to Taetae?” He asks, saying his own other best friend’s name in an affected way. “Since you two are so close right now”.

“You’re jealous of Taehyung? You’re cute” You laugh, reaching for his own chubby cheeks this time around. “You know you’re my top one, Chim, cut this crap. But seriously, though, can I count on you?”

“Sure, sweetums, I got you covered”, Jimin winks at you. “Ok, can I order? Is there anything else that needs to be discussed?”

“No. But can’t you talk while you drink your coffee?” You ask him, furrowing your brows.

“No, I want to drink my coffee in peace”, Jimin answers you, as he waves to the waitress.

Jimin’s a character. You smile to yourself, as your two best friends engage in some other conversation. You really didn’t pay much attention to it, too involved in your own thoughts. You take a sip of your own coffee, basking in the warm sensation it left on your tongue.

You couldn’t help but to think about Jin. You miss him. Since he left your house yesterday, you hadn’t had the opportunity to catch up on one another. He texted you good night and that’s it. Did you say something you weren’t supposed to? If you did, it means your weekend plans are cancelled, right?

There was only one way to find out.

You [3:19 am]: are u still alive? u have sent me 0 memes since yesterday

jin [3:20 am]:

jin [3:20 am]: there you go

You [3:20 am]: oh jin, this is so bad

You [3:20 am]: but I’m happy to know you’re alive

jin [3:20 am]: yup, alive

jin [3:20 am]: just a lil busy

jin [3:20 am]: i cant die yet im taking you to jeju, remeber?

jin [3:20 am]: so, what’s up?

You [3:20 am]:

You [3:20 am]: coffee with these two

jin [3:20 am]: tell them i said hi

You [3:20 am]: will do

You [3:20 am]: so, how’s work?

You two engage in this conversation via text message, as you listen to Jimin and Eunjoo talking non-stop around you. One of them would certainly complain at some point, but for now, you just wanted to talk to Seokjin. It feels nice. It feels right.

Maybe a little too nice and too right.

Ch 05 ⋙

#bts au fic #bts fanfic #jungkook smut #bts college au #college au #jin x reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook scenarios #jin scenarios #bts smut #love triangle fanfic #slow burn #mutual pining #jin fluff #bts series #cheating

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i-did-not-mean-to · 2 years

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Okay I haven’t seen you write for this character so if you’re not comfortable with it let me know and I’ll try again! I just thought Dwalin would be perfect for “The Dork and the Jock” 😏

Alright, alright, alright...

Only for you, I've tried my hand at some light Dwori...

(And there might be more in it...who knows? Might be a bit cliff-hangery otherwise lol)

Words: 1,2 k

Characters : Dwalin x Ori

Modern!AU

Enjoy!

“Fundinson,” the teacher roared, “if you don’t get your grades up by the end of the semester, I’ll make damn sure that your academic career at this college is over.”

Dwalin frowned – the iron mask of disdain actually hiding despair – and threw a quick glance at Thorin, his best and oldest friend, who merely shrugged.

Unlike his brother Balin, Dwalin was a slow learner; he was far from dumb, but he just couldn’t sit down in a chair and stare at pages for hours on end.

Every single time, the letters and numbers started to blur and – frustrated by his own incompetence - he would throw the book into a corner and go out to run or to hack something to pieces for all the good that did him.

“Dude,” Thorin muttered after the class was dismissed, “’man sounded fucking serious about this. Do you have a plan?”

Dwalin knew that Thorin got the help of his little sister as well as of some of the best tutors there were, he was kept on a tight leash which prevented him from straying off the right path.

Dwalin was not that lucky.

“I’m just a dumb brute,” Dwalin shrugged, but his own words sounded bitter and poisonous in his mouth, leaving an aftertaste of gall and ashes as Thorin merely shook his head in regret.

Dwalin had thought that he would make it through college by being an accomplished athlete; he had been so motivated to make old Fundin and stern Balin proud of him, but his prospects were bleak.

“Why don’t you ask Ori for help?” Thorin gave him a cautious side-glance; as Dwalin’s best friend he knew that the bulky, boisterous, belligerent youth had a softer side that he painstakingly tried to hide from the world.

One of the biggest weaknesses of that secret facet of his oldest friend was – undeniably – sweet creatures, be they women or men.

“Ori?” Dwalin whirled around, piercing Thorin with a look so profoundly incredulous and senselessly angry that the other young man took a step back.

“He is the best student in the man’s class,” Thorin shrugged, “and he’d be glad to help you, I’m sure, he’s kind like that.”

Didn’t Dwalin know that?

Ori had let him copy his homework more than once and – equally as often – he had offered to tutor him, a shy but warm smile on those pale lips.

Every time, Dwalin had longed to say ‘yes’, but he knew that the presence of that tantalisingly ambiguous siren would only make studying all the harder; easily distracted and deeply physical by nature, Dwalin felt the irresistible pull of that white skin begging to be touched tenderly.

“’was just an idea, you know?” Thorin huffed and took off with a short nod when he saw his sister waiting for him at the crossroads. “See you tomorrow.”

Dwalin was not motivated to go home yet; he didn’t know how to face his family when that threat hung like a dark cloud over his head.

“Hey,” Ori stepped out of the shadow of the wall surrounding the parking lot where Dwalin was kicking an empty energy drink can from one corner to the next, “how are you feeling?”

As per usual, Ori did not pretend to side with anyone in a conflict; he merely expressed loyalty and solidarity by cutting right to the chase.

“Like a hare in a trap,” Dwalin admitted grumpily.

“It’s really not that big a deal,” Ori said softly, “if you want to, I’ll go over the stuff with you?”

“I have an important match coming up,” Dwalin deflected, humiliated by how obvious it was to everyone that he was unable to manage his academic shortcomings on his own.

“Alright,” Ori breathed quietly; he had never been anywhere competent enough in a sport to make the faculty team, let alone get a scholarship or make friends through it.

Dori was working himself to the bone and Nori was skating along the edges of legality to keep him enrolled, Ori knew, and he had to disappoint their hopes by bringing home good grades but no news of the dazzling social life they had thought he might have one day.

“I didn’t mean to dismiss you,” Dwalin grumbled; would he do anything right today? Was his grip on something as basic as courteous communication so poor that he couldn’t even talk to a co-student without being brash and offensive?

“I…” How to express the pain and the shame of being ‘unsatisfactory’?

“You’ve not grasped the stuff seen in class; there’s no shame in that, he’s a terrible teacher! Thorin and a bunch of others have tutors and I – for one – have spent at least 50 hours in the library trying to ferret out all the elements he’s forgotten to explain,” Ori smiled up at him, a strand of hair falling into his face in a charming display of almost bucolic innocence.

There he stood, between the court and the parking lot, between the afternoon sun and the evening pinkish violet velvet, between heaven and earth, looking like a fairy, like a mythological ruler, like a dream come true.

The weight crushing Dwalin’s heart got ever heavier but – as Ori’s smile bloomed into a grin – it slowly shifted and started rolling downhill into his feet to keep him from levitating with a dizzy kind of joy that never made its way onto his face.

“What are you still doing here?” he then asked for – while he had been aimlessly kicking things – Ori apparently had spent his time hunkering down in the sheltering shadows of the building.

“If I don’t go home immediately, I can make my family believe that I have found some friends,” Ori admitted, blushing a little upon having to confess that white lie.

“Listen…if you are willing to share your notes and your meticulous research with me – in hopes that it will make me understand something at least – I…no,” Dwalin stopped, his brow furrowed, "no, that is wrong.”

Shaking his head and clearing his throat, he started again: “I’ll be your friend. Do you want to come to the court with me? Instead of sitting here alone, you can sit in the shade over there and – if your offer still stands – you could tell me about the class?”

“I’d be delighted to,” Ori scrambled to retrieve his bookbag and followed Dwalin’s quick stride as well as he could, “you’re more of an active type anyway, huh?”

Dwalin turned around, surprised and curious, waiting for the other man to expand on his question.

“It might be easier for you to understand if I give you practical examples…and if you can move while listening to me?”

Oh Dwalin knew exactly how and where he would have liked to move while listening to that soft, mellow voice, but he pulled himself back into reality almost violently.

“You might have a point there, nerd,” he chuckled – a sound like a rockslide – and slung his arm casually around Ori’s shoulders, much to the blushing astonishment of the self-same man.

“I guess we’ll find out soon enough…jock,” Ori shot back, just a second too late and just a smidgen too gently for it to be considered a successful comeback.

Thankfully, Ori was not a competitive man; he believed in hard work, dedication, and persistence.

In time, he was sure, he would pierce the shell of deep-rooted shame and ferocious potential yet to be unbridled and find the man underneath.

Ori was almost certain that he’d like that very man and so, diligent as ever, he got to work.

This one was really hard for me, so if you liked this and/or wanted to see more of this story, do not hesitate to let me know!

If you hated it, just...tell me kindly to keep my paws away from M/M! :D

Love you!

#fotfics #dork and jock #dwalin #ori #modern!au #fanfiction #writing #dwori #first tries #february challenge #fluff #and romance #mostly teasing and potential here

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Hii! It's me again, the "teasing mom's broyfriend" anon. I just- you about killed me with that sequel. Hot doesn't even begin to describe it, really 🥵🥵

I have more :))

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Megumi knows. He knows what a slut you are, knows you've been fucking his father behind his and your mom's back. He knows you only got with him to provoque his father. He knows all of that. And yet, he can't let go of you. He won't do his father this favour.

He avoids going to your mom's house with you as best he can, bc he just can't stand the two of you doing this to her, the poor woman doesn't deserve it. He never touches you when you come back from your mom's, bc he just knows you've been with him. There is, however, an exception. The only thing that can make him help you tease his dad is when they fight.

When it happens, Megumi goes visit your mom with you, and whenever she can't see it, he makes it a point to touch you a little more than would be appropriate in front of Toji. The mix of Megumi's hands all over you and Toji's warning glare could probably make you cum right then and there. Once, when your mom was out doing grocery shopping and Toji stayed behind with the two of you, Megs was all to eager to fuck you, make you scream his name, all for Toji's benefit.

Oh, you do so love it when they fight. You know you should hope for peace and harmony between father and son, but you have much more fun when they are at each other's throat.

You wonder what you would have to do to have both of them filling you up at the same time...

ugh okay sorry if this post is just a massive wall of text i had to cut down on spacing because i kept reaching tumblr’s limit on characters, and uh... incase you couldn’t tell, shit’s about to get serious if i wrote this much LOL this probably looks so clunkyyy :(( i apologise but i have like a line left or two? so i’ll compress everything by saying a massive thank you because this would not have been possible without your sexy ass intellect. i was seriouly fucking dying writing this, it might be the first or second piece i’m genuinely proud of and i thank you :) i hope you enjoy it as much as i did writing it

this piece makes sense as a standalone, but works a lot better if you read the previous piece! read my disclaimer here if you’re new <3

w.c: 2.8k / characters: 15k (incl spaces) and a special thank you to my beloved anonie. couldn’t have done it without you ❤️

day and night: two.

your bedroom door shuts with a quiet ring. you can only slump down against it, knees held into your chest. your thighs are still quivering like a poor little lamb.

as you move to type out a text for megumi to not come over, there’s a faint knock at the window. your heart burns, throat clogged and knees weak.

you don’t know if you can get up. hell, you don’t know if you should get up. there’s another few delicate rips against the glass and you manage to stumble over in fear of attracting toji’s attention.

“megumi?!” you mouth his name in alarm, dismay crawling onto your features.

your boyfriend gives you a dead once over, noting your matted hair, smeared mascara and weak posture.

of course he knows.

you can discern it clearly from the way he refuses to meet your gaze.

“can you just let me in?” he whispers, tone flat as his index motions over to the lock of the window.

you don’t know what to do.

after all, you’ve still got toji’s cum flowing inside you from earlier.

you fumble backwards, moving to allow his lanky figure to slip inside. megumi manages to hoist his leg up and over, squeezing inside with ease. he closes the window shut behind him, pulling the curtains.

“m-megumi? what are you doing he-“

he doesn’t have time to waste.

megumi knocks the wind out of your lungs as his cold hands seize the sides of your head, stealing your lips for a kiss. he tugs at your bottom lip, tongue drinking you in for a couple of moments like you’re the last meal he’ll ever eat.

“shit.” he hisses, pulling his face back and screwing his eyebrows in mutiny.

oh, but if you didn’t love the way he looked at you like you were pure filth.

“you taste like him. it’s disgusting.” he spits, wiping his delicate lips with the back of his hand.

he knew, but there was always a part of him that wished you wouldn’t submit yourself to the likes of toji. he just had to see it for himself.

“come on, megumi-chan~ thats no way to talk to your girlfriend, is it?

your mother doesn’t deserve this. megumi doesn’t deserve the heartache, either.

megumi can’t see anything but the spitting image of his father all over your body, licking and fondling all the same crevices that he has. but he can’t get enough of you. he can’t stop, can’t turn away from you. he knows that at the end of the day you're spoon-feeding him phrases he wants to hear.

but you’re so good to him.

your pussy fits him like a glove. your hand intertwines with his perfectly. your head is the perfect size to cuddle onto his chest.

there’s something about you that makes you more addicting than nicotine.

bony and slender fingertips ghost over your thighs. you can’t help the squeak that hiccups from you. megumi raises an eyebrow in scepticism before flipping the hem of your miniskirt up.

he scoffs, slicking his long middle finger against your hot cunt.

“don’t hold it in.” he reprimands you, flashing a grimace as you squabble with him.

“b-but toji-“

“but what? am i not good enough for you?”

you swallow thickly, chanting a small prayer before allowing toji’s cum to drip out of your pussy. you shiver, goosebumps licking your skin when you can feel the warmth of his seed ooze and coat your soft thighs. you can’t avoid the burn of megumi’s regard as he watches the cum slowly flow out of you.

he��ll make you want him.

megumi can’t fully comprehend why you keep running back to his father instead of him, why you choose toji over him. like father like son, it evokes a bubble of magma in the form of competition and jealousy.

he’ll make you beg for him. that’s for sure.

“get on the bed.” he whispers, tone cold and even. there’s no warmth to his voice, even with his usual monotonous tendencies you can tell you struck a nerve. it makes your stomach churn, butterflies swooping in and adorning your vital organs.

like a moth drawn to a flame, as though you have no mind of your own, you step backwards until the back of your knees kiss the metal frame of your bed. megumi towers over you, pushing you backwards as he crawls in between your thighs.

the crisp ring of his zipper sliding down clashes against the room. why should he undress himself properly for the likes of someone like you?

“there’s no point in prepping you. i think you know that.” megumi sighs, relieving his twitching cock from the confines of his painfully tight boxers.

you can feel the avarice swirl in your abdomen, cold fear stilling in your veins at the mere thought that you could get caught by toji at any second. it makes your fingertips tingle and stomach churn. when you wail a needy whimper, megumi only shakes his head before plastering his icy cool hand against your wet lips.

a part of megumi wants to let all hell break loose. if he allows you to moan as you please, it won’t be just toji hearing your cries of ecstasy. knowing your mother, perhaps she’d be a little glad to know that your boyfriend is meeting your needs sufficiently. whereas toji?

it puts him in a predicament. from a bystanders point of view, toji has no right to storm in here and to shriek at megumi for blowing your brains out.

why?

because he’s not your dad.

he’s not a paternal figure in your life. there’s no right for him to say what you can and cannot do. he won’t hold that kind of reign over you like your mother does. and megumi likes that. he relishes the idea of toji being forced to listen to you babble megumi’s name, to mewl and cry for him to hit it deeper whilst he can’t do anything but complain.

it’s not like you haven’t heard your mother with other men plenty of times. it’s only natural, right? hell, she’ll probably gossip with you about it.

a carnal desire glosses over megumi’s steel blue gaze. like a wolf waiting to pounce onto a hare. he can see the way your thighs squeeze, how you gulp before him with those doe eyes of yours. you’re practically purring underneath him. for once, megumi gathers the reasoning to understand why his father finds you so intriguing. there’s nothing better than having your own toy melt and oblige under every command.

your boyfriend’s hand finds its way to your chest, where he rests the palm flat underneath your breasts. he steadies himself, using you as leverage as he guides his dick through the cum stained mess of your cunt. your heart pounds in anticipation, drool coating the back of your tongue as your pussy throbs around him. he manages to fit his tip in, dragging the enlarged and sensitive muscle against your walls. your ankles flutter around megumi’s waist, lower body strength trembling as you attempt to pull him in further.

“m-megs- please..”

“what?” he screws his eyebrows, staring you down. you can’t find the words in you to plead for him.

“what the hell? why act all coy now?“

“that’s not how we do things around here, is it? so spit it out. i won’t get what you’re trying to say otherwise.”

megumi slips his dick out, grinding against your clit as his torso flushes against yours. he pulls you in for a quick kiss, enough to relinquish his appetite, but not enough to taste the filth that corrupts your sweet and innocent lips.

“those cute little whines of yours won’t help you, either.” his breath flickers against your skin, sticky tongue licking trails as he works to mark up your neck. you can feel the tears prick your eyes already. you’re suddenly hyper aware of your heartbeat pounding in your ears, how it throbs against your cunt and the droplets of perspiration trickling along your skin. you can feel megumi’s pulse heavy against your clit, the way his dick twitches as he smears the tip through the folds of your slick. it’s slowly driving him insane. but that’s okay. even through the static that bounces around in his skull- he knows that you hate it more.

after all, your boyfriend knows best.

your fingernails soar around to megumi’s back. you want to scratch him, but you can’t access his toned skin through the layers of his jacket. instead, you’re left fumbling and scrunching the fabric like a feline with an insatiable desire to itch its claws.

“megumi- please, it’s too much-“ you huff through laboured breaths, peering up at him through tear stained eyelashes.

it’s almost enough to make him melt. almost.

“what is?”

“this?”

he shifts himself back up, grabbing his dick and slipping only the tip in once more. he allows you a few centimetres extra before dipping back out and repeating the process again. megumi’s gaze locks with yours, as though he’s asking ‘is this what you want?’

“s-stop teasing me.. just put it in alreadyy~” you choke out a groan of frustration, ready to slam your hips down onto the full length of his shaft.

“why should i?”

“megumi, i swear to god- if you don’t fuck me right now-“

“-or what? you’ll go to my dad? good luck, when you couldn’t even fulfill your duties as being his toy.”

so fucking humiliating.

the way megumi instantly stands up and proceeds to stuff his still hard and leaking dick back into his boxers.

he’ll deal with it later.

you’re left stuttering, unable to form any coherent words, thoughts or insults to spew back at him. legs wide open, cunt empty and glistening in the blue tint of the moonlight.

he leans over, swiping some of your excess drool with his thumb before dipping it into your mouth. he half expects you to lick at his thumb, convince him to stay a little longer, but his skin sits in your mouth like a forgotten thermometer for a couple of seconds.

“if only you could see your face right now.” he hums, tone flat with a certain mockery.

sometimes, as the days pass, you can notice his resemblance growing closer and closer to toji.

the following day

you haven’t left the quarters of your room for the entire day. you’re stuck in bed, face mushed into the confines of your pillow. you’ve always held high regards of the fact that your libido isn’t necessarily extremely high, but when you’re promised dick just to be neglected of it? shit feels like you’re in heat. you can’t go to toji, because you’re mother’s home. not only that, but he’d be sure to teach you one of his lessons. you’re already shivering thinking of the conversation with him, how you’d even try to dig out of that hole you were already so deep in.

you can’t call megumi either… at least not for now. you sigh wistfully into the pillow, kicking your legs about on your bed as you hiss a groan of turmoil.

there’s a sudden knock at the door that snaps you out of your haze. it leaves you pumped, blood coursing through your veins and you shoot up like an attentive little puppy about to be taken for a walk.

“it’s open!” you clear your throat, humming.

the disappointment rocks your features so clearly that it’s embarrassing. it’s just your mother.

“you okay? thought you died in here, baby. lunch is ready, and your lovely megumi-kun came to say hello.”

what?

“megumi? that’s nice. did he leave a message or anything? like he just dropped by to say hello or-“

“hm? oh, no. he’s having lunch with us.”

“is everything okay, dear?”

“yeah! yeah, i’m good. sorry, i spaced out a little bit. small headache, that’s all. i’ll change clothes and i’ll come out to eat.” you dismiss your mother, keeping in the hyperventilation you’re about to undergo. she gives you a small glance of concern before returning to the dining room to serve her guests.

“(y/n)! we were just talking about you!” your mother hums, gifting you a smile of warmth and radiance as she pours drinks into some cups.

you can feel toji’s mocking stare dig holes into your skin.

you can fucking feel it.

you can imagine him saying it.

“slut.”

at the six chaired table, you scurry to sit the furthest away from megumi and toji. your mother shoots you a sideways glance, motioning for the seat between toji and megumi. you swallow thickly, awkwardly striding over to take a seat.

your knee accidentally knocks into toji’s and you instantly utter an apology.

“you should be.” he mutters underneath his breath, disguising the words as a sigh.

“so? you said you were talking about me?” you straighten yourself, perking up a semblance of cheerfulness and perfect innocence.

“oh, right! toji was just telling me how stuffed you were yesterday!”

your lids flicker in shock and you abruptly stare at toji, whose half lidded jade green eyes slowly land on yours before locking to meet your attention for a few seconds.

“sorry, what?” you stutter, finding it difficult to believe the situation.

“you know, the food? are you sure you’re alright, honey? you’ve been acting strange since this morning.”

“i’m fine, i swear. just some painkillers would be nice.”

when your mother turns around to rummage for some painkillers, she emits a squeak of alarm at the lack of them.

please. you’ll do anything to get out of this predicament.

“are we out? i can go grab some-“

“-no, that’s okay. i’ll head out. i need to grab a few extra things for dinner anyway. you three, make nice with each other!”

sure.

when the door shuts, you realise you’re out of options.

you can’t run away.

“so, megumi. how’s eating up after my leftovers feel?”

“leftovers? because one woman wasn’t enough for you?” megumi scoffs, averting his gaze.

“it’s not my problem that your woman came running to me. doesn’t that say something about you?”

“like what?”

“like, you can’t fuck her properly?”

“i can’t fuck her properly? but you’re telling her to keep your cum inside her? don’t you care what’ll happen if she gets pregnant?”

“see, megumi. she’s on birth control. you didn’t know that? and besides, if i didn’t know any better-“

toji finally allows you his undivided attention, staring right through to your soul.

“-i’d think your little girlfriend here likes walking around with my cum inside her.”

you’d be able to run a butter knife through the tension hanging in the air. the room holds its breath, and as do you in compliment of trying not to set things off into a piping hot mess.

“isn’t that right-“

“-princess?”

your fight or flight response kicks in at the malicious tone that coats toji’s tongue. you swallow thickly, throat parched and lips cracked.

but fuck.

if it isn’t the most arousing thing- the two of them squabbling over you.

toji screws his face at you, features lighting in a mix of awe and delight.

“really? you’re seriously enjoying this?” toji hums with mockery, eyebrows perking at your unusual behaviour. he can smell the sweet nectar of your arousal slicking against your underwear.

you abruptly stand up, ready to leave.

megumi’s hand curls around your wrist. he slings your hand behind your back, slamming you over the table. some silverware and plates clatter and dash against the hardwood floor.

“answer the question, (y/n).” he hisses.

you whimper a soft whine. there’s no way you’re answering that.

“get your fucking hands off of her.” toji barks, kicking his chair back.

“try me.”

something washes over you. a premonition, say. that if you don’t speak up, someone will end up seriously injured.

“i can’t choose between you two. i just can’t. so i think it’s the best option if we just stop this completely.” you sigh, prying megumi off of you. his stance relaxes and you wince at the pain in your spine. you rub your wrists in slight agony, refusing to meet either of their gazes.

“it’s been fun, but i think it’s time to draw the line-“

“no.” toji remarks offhandedly.

“huh?” you contort your face in offence. there’s something thick on megumi’s face, too. it almost looks like determination?

“i said no.” toji reiterates, taking a stride towards you.

his index and thumb caress your chin, tilting your jaw up to look at him.

“i don’t care how long it takes. whether it’s me or him-“

“-i’m making you choose.”

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