#mini burden au
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For the mini burden au how about nat and reader going to a parent teacher conference or a PTA meeting
Mini Burden
Summary: Anastasia wants to enroll in school.
Pairings: Mob!Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Mob!yelena
Warnings: cursing, brief mentions of bad parenting, fluff? comfort, mention and alludes to child behavioral disorder.
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“What’s so wrong about her being homeschooled?” Natasha calmy walks around the bedroom grabbing he clothes; she was supposed to be at work an hour ago, but you had other plans that delayed those obligations.
“She needs to be around more kids her age Natasha.” You respond back to her as you sit up in bed with the silk sheets wrapped snug against your body.
“I was barely around kids my age and it turned out just fine and so will she.”
“Why are you so against her going to school?” As your question lingered in the air you had a hunch on the why, but you weren't entirely sure to bring it up yet.
“I’m not against her going to school, I’m against the failure of the education system.” Natasha reveals herself from the walk-in closet, clothes loosely fitted to her body.
“She’s six, the most she’ll be doing is going over basic skills, coloring and eating glitter.” You giggle as Natasha shows distain with your comments.
“That’s another problem, if we homeschool her, she can get advance lessons.” Her expression is unwavering, she's being serious and wasn't in the mood for joking not when it came to Anastasia's education. she had a tough childhood and had the unnerving realization that she could be shipped off to boarding school in a flash if she disobeyed Alexei past his limits. She ended up disobeying him anyway but luckily, she didn't end up in a boarding school she was lucky he went easy on her and settled for making her go to an alternative school.
“Anastasia really wants to go, and she deserves that chance to be around kids and not cooped up in this house.” You wrap your arms around Natasha’s middle leaning your head in her shoulder. "It's safer for her to be home." She responds back to you with a scowl forming on her face. it was a weak excuse out of all the good points she's made during this morning discussion. First it was about the weak education system, now it was about her safety. Which you understood; however, you didn't think anyone could be stupid enough to think about bringing harm to your daughter.
“We both went to school despite the dangers of our family's lifestyle, she’ll be fine Tash.” She doesn't take the chance to reply back to you this time, no doubt fighting in her own mind. "Listen, I know you're scared about her growing up but, she's growing up."
"I'm- I'm not scared about her growing up, who said that?" it was partially a lie, Natasha loved coming home some days and hearing her daughter's feet rush to the door to greet her and annoy her about what she did that day. on the bright side that meant having more free time with you while Anastasia was way at school but then she thought of the dread of attending parental events and school functions. knowing she wouldn't be able to make every single one and knowing she really wasn't interested in going to any of them.
"Oh, you're fucked, and this is just the start of first grade I can't imagine what you'll do when it's time for her to go to high school or away to college." Natasha takes a moment to think it over, zoning out while fixing her dress shirt.
"Fine." She turns around in your hold as you peck her lips in surprise and appreciation., truth of the matter was that Natasha was having a hard time knowing how fast her daughter has grown up despite the fact that she's always telling Anastasia "To be a big girl" or "Big girls don't do this or that." she was just being a protective mother. Natasha wouldn't be Natasha if she didn't have something up her sleeve after losing an argument or giving in to a discussion like this. "But I pick the school." your face falters as hers grows a knowing smug smirk. "Woah, wait that wasn't part of the deal, Nat." She mutters the words "It is now" Before playfully nipping at your bottom lip and turning towards the doorway. “Anastasia!” Natasha yells for the five-year-old from the middle of the bedroom. It doesn’t take long for the small child to run past the threshold of the bedroom door. “Yes, mama?”
“Is this true what mommy is saying about you wanting to go to school?” She nods her head yes. Natasha audibly sighs in frustration before she calms herself down. “Are you sure? no one bribed you with sweets, money or gifts to say this to me?” Natasha not so subtly looks over to you as you roll your eyes at her childish antics. Anastasia nods her head again. “I’m sure.” Natasha releases a breath and kneels down to Anastasia's level. "Well, I guess we need to go school shopping, hm?" Anastasia gasps with excitement and rams into Natasha for a warm embrace.
Anastasia has been in school for about a month now, even though you and Nat went back and forth about picking the right school. She settled on enrolling Anastasia in one of the top schools in the country the only downside about it was the fact that they made six-year-olds wear uniform. regardless of that Anastasia, she loves it. She can't stop her little motor mouth when it's time to pick her up and she always remembers to make something for her family during arts and crafts time. Now you await in the school hallway for parent teacher conference day. You sit next to Natasha in the cushioned seats along the stoned wall both of you deep into your own cellular devices at the moment to talk to one another. You practically had to hold a knife to Natasha's throat just to get her here today. The sound of heels clicking on the floor is what gets you to pull your eyes away from the screen. "Miss Romanoff, Mrs. Romanoff." The woman stands Infront of you with a smile as she greets you.
"It's just y/l/n actually, we're not married." You correct the teacher ignoring how annoyed Natasha is by bringing the topic up. She says her apologies and ushers you both into her classroom. Natasha walks close to you and lowers her voice for only you to hear. " Was that really necessary?" You're amused by her being upset about you correcting the teacher about your marital status. "Was it necessary for you to cheat on me?" You quip back at her with no anger but with a blank but smug expression as you sit down in the wooden chair by the desk. Natasha glares at you for a brief moment until the teacher comes back into the room. "Alright, let's get started, shall we?" She smiles so bubbly and happily it makes you smile softly, and Natasha wants this conference over with even faster. Just tell her that her daughter is smart and perfect so she can get on with her busy day that she had to take time out of to attend this meeting in the first place.
"Anastasia is doing exceptionally well." That alone brought a bubbly feeling to Natasha on the inside so much so that she was in the process of standing up and blurting out her words. "Great this was a nice conference teach." You grab her arm and yank her down into her chair. "Oh, um that's not all." Natasha raises a brow at her and ignores the fact that you just practically manhandled her in front of Anastasia's teacher, she let you have it later. You both could tell she was hesitant on saying whatever it was that was on her mind. You sit forward no longer pressed against the back of the chair and with straightened posture.
"What? is there something wrong?" Natasha hears the concern and panic in your voice and snaps her gaze from you to the nervous woman across from her. "If she is doing well then what else could you possibly need to tell us about?"
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you both its just..." The more she pauses and beats around the bush the more your mind grows rapid with thoughts. "Spit it the fuck out already!" You snap at her which surprises Natasha nonetheless she brings her hand to your back and runs it up and down your back in a soothing motion. "Sorry, about that it might be that time of the month, continue." Natasha sends her apology to the teacher; she didn't need gossip going around town that you two were a bunch of ticking time bombs no matter how true that really is. "She's doing well academically however her socially skills are in a bit of extra need and care."
"What are you talking about? she communicates just fine trust me, maybe she's just not warmed up to the idea of others her age yet."
"She does indeed communicate just fine, it's the fact that she has a hard time expressing her emotions in a healthy way if you can understand what I'm trying to say."
"There was an incident last month the principle said he called, and he spoke with someone about Anastasia and another student here." You and Natasha both look at each other dumbfounded you haven't spoken to the principle about Anastasia and neither has she. "We haven't spoken to anyone about an issue."
"Oh, well I guess he assumed it was you Natasha because of an accent but the person on the phone also said that they'd inform their wife about the situation." You both look at each other with knowing glances. You don't have an accent and Natasha is barely home to even answer a phone that's not in her pocket or in her home office. and know it was Yelena that answered the phone call, Natasha is definitely taking that key back from her. Miss Noelle doesn't ask for an explanation she continues when it's clear neither one of you are going to speak. "Based on my observation as well as other staff members here, we think Anastasia might have a behavioral issue. We aren't sure on which specific kind of disorder, so we think you should take her to see a behavioral therapist." You don't respond to her analysis you're too stuck in your mind with the many possibilities of what this could mean. You tried so hard to not have your daughter fall susceptible to the history of trauma you and Natasha both experienced within this lifestyle. You were really protective and kept a close eye on Anastasia in fear that she'd pick up Natasha's habits. It looks like that fear is coming in full circle. When it's clear you aren't going to respond or react, Natasha once again steps into the conversation.
"That won't be necessary our daughter is fine, now if there isn't anything else you need to discuss with us about Anastasia then we'll be leaving." Natasha says this with confidence as she stands from her chair, but a small part of her knows how combative Anastasia can be sometimes when it comes to discipline, and she finds that shocking considering you and Nastasha practice gentle parenting. Well, Natasha slips up a few times, but she always fixes her mistakes whether if she's alone or if you're there to put her back on the path to healthy parenting. everything after that is a blur you don't recall even leaving the school let alone being seated in the back of the car. Natasha gently nudges you out of your dazed state. "Hey, don't stress about it too much. If there is something going on with Anastasia, we will do everything we can-."
"What? Are you saying it's something wrong with her too?" You scoff and push her comfort away from you. you didn't want the comfort and someone selling you sweet dreams. You wanted the blunt and honest truth contrary to your response to Miss Noelle. Would you be raising a potential psychopath? An enraged child that grows up to become something you fight so hard to shield her from. "I'm not saying that buttercup. I'm just saying if there is something hindering her way of expressing emotions then we'll worry about from there, alright?" She hooks her finger under your chin and turns your face back to her soft but assertive gaze. "Only if we see it with our own eyes that she needs extra care in the department. I don't want to sign our daughter up for things just because teachers say we should, kids have tough times dealing with emotions they're kids for fuck sakes. I'm not signing her up for unnecessary therapy, Tash." She pulls you closer and wrapping her arms around you in a firm grip.
"Only if we actually see her display that behavior that her teachers talked about then we'll take her to behavioral therapy." When Natasha agrees with you there's a brief pause as you watch her, this being the very few times when she's the one comforting you and telling you to be the logical one. "Fine." You agree but you're still pouty and annoyed about this whole conversation. Natasha only smiles and kisses your lips multiple times and a quick manner before you arrive in your driveway. Was it a way to lighten the mood before greeting your daughter? Yes, but she also just wanted to kiss you since the moment you almost went ballistic on the teacher. She doesn't care how turned on she gets when you're mad, Clint lets her know about her weird kinks every chance he gets.
All thoughts of anger and frustration went out the window the moment you step inside the house and hear the small clicking sound of plastic heels. Anastasia was having a tea party with Yelena and Fanny. Everyone dressed for the occasion of a princess tea party with tiaras and of course dresses with princess ruffles, she wouldn't have it any other way. As you scoop Anastasia up in your arms and Natasha heads for her office while practically snatching her sisters arm off in the process, no doubt she's going to berate her for even answering the phone call from Anastasia's school.
She'd be getting an earful from you later but right now you just wanted to show extra love and care towards your daughter. As she tells you about her day while you were gone, as she plasters small wet kisses to your face and giggles with laughter when you bring out the tickle monster. You can't help but think that the teachers were wrong, and you completely have nothing to worry about. That call will never happen and the day of you and your family sitting in a therapist's office will never come. Everything was fine and most importantly your child was fine.
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wine red, tears gold - chapter 1.
king aegon II x baratheon ofc
a 'what if aegon didn't get poisoned and the greens technically won the dance but at what cost' au. basically aegon, alicent, otto and jaehaera are the only greens alive. and larys i guess. someone get rid of this guy.
word count: 4.6k
aegon wasn't as badly injured from Rook's Rest like in canon in this AU, he has a few burn scars near his torso but wasn't crippled / bedridden.
this is for my 100 followers poll. it was supposed to be a oneshot but will be a mini series in 3 or 4 parts. this is my first time writing aegon and it will also be somewhat of a character study.
thank you for 100 followers and everyone who participated in the poll. love <3
thank you @randomdragonfires for beta reading, mwah mwah.
content: smut (specifics below cut), canon typical misogyny, canon typical violence, angst, fluff, arranged marriage, touch-staved aegon, aegon isn't a r*pist in this au but he is still a bad person and has his vices, ofc and aegon need to go to therapy together, justice for jaehaera, awkward sex, kind of a slow burn
its been so long - the living tombstone • nobody - mitski
chapter specific warnings: awkward sex, p in v, virginity loss
Every day felt like a new restraint, a new button added to the collar choking around Aegon’s neck. He had done it– he had freed the realm of the false queen, his half-sister– and lost almost everything to do so. When did it end? When did he get to relax and run the realm as he saw fit, since they so intended to have them at the helm. He wore the conqueror’s crown, wielded his sword and bore his name and yet he couldn’t do as the conqueror actually did. Rule. He felt more like a dog than a dragon these days; but that was just a pattern in his life. They wanted him when they needed him and he was to shoulder their burdens as eldest son.
His grandsire kept breathing down his neck to secure another wife, another heir, another alliance brokered with another pompous house.
“Listen to me, Aegon,” Otto began, his fingers laced together as he sat at his desk. He had summoned Aegon to the Tower of the Hand– he was summoning the King, rather than the King summoning him. Somehow, his council had let Otto weasel his way back into the position of Hand, Aegon’s mother in tears, pleading for it. There wasn’t anyone else fit for the job since Criston had died– and he was never really fit for it anyhow. “We must move quickly to provide you with a new wife. The realm won’t remain stable if we tarry in producing an heir for the throne.”
Aegon sat in the seat across from him, feeling more like a child than a King. He twisted the signet ring on his pinky finger. “It’s too soon. It would be an insult to Helaena.” he replied, not looking up at Otto. Helaena had only passed a few moons earlier and the wound was still fresh for all of them. Aegon never loved her like a wife– how could he, they were too different, too young– but he cared deeply for her as his sister and the mother of his children. Even thinking about taking another wife this soon felt like a betrayal. He would be like his father then.
A small huff and a rustling of papers was heard– Aegon was still too distracted by his signet ring, the thin light filtering through the half drawn blinds, causing a small glint off of the bronzed metal. He didn’t want to look up to see the expression on his grandsire’s face, he knew it was one of disappointment. Aegon couldn’t remember the last time that someone hadn’t looked at him with contempt, disappointment, melancholy.
“You must understand. You have a duty to the realm–”
“Fucking duty– don’t speak to me of it. I’ve done my duty for enough lifetimes. I let you put me on the throne and usurp my sister and look where that’s gotten us? Everyone is fucking dead, Otto. Jaehaerys, Maelor, Helaena, Aemond,” he paused for a moment, lifting his head up to meet the Hand’s gaze head on, “Rhaenyra, Rhaenys, Jacaerys, Lucerys, Joffrey– do I need to proceed? The majority of our bloodline is wiped out because of you and your ambition.”
Otto snorted, standing up from his desk slowly. He grabbed a decanter of wine, pouring them both a goblet. “You misunderstand. Everything I’ve done has been… for our family’s legacy– for the realm,” he placed the glass stopped back into the carafe, “Don’t you dare act as if I am not hurting for the loss of family– but war is war, boy. People die. It is unfortunate that… the ones close to us did. But we can’t live with our head in the clouds any longer, there is a realm to run and the crown comes with responsibilities. A wife and heir are one of those paramount responsibilities.”
“I have an heir. I still have one remaining child– Jaehaera is my heir. I deem it.” he spoke quickly, staring at the goblet of wine. He had reduced his intake of alcohol since the war ended– but the need for it was always there, always aching. He suddenly felt parched. Giving Otto a haughty stare, he took a sip from the glass, feeling his muscles instantly relax.
“Don’t be daft– have you so quickly forgotten what happened when the King last named a female heir?”
“It wasn’t that Rhaenyra was a woman, Otto. People would’ve learned to adjust if…” Aegon took another sip, clearing his throat, “If she hadn’t been infatuated with her freak of an uncle, you would’ve been able to control her easier, hm? It's always been you and mother behind the crown these past two decades– not me, nor my father.”
“It’s more complicated than that,” Otto griped back, gripping his glass, “Don’t speak of things you know nothing about. Rhaenyra–” he stopped, taking a breath, “Rhaenyra is dead. They’re all dead, you’re right. But there is still the whole of the Seven Kingdoms requiring a leader, especially now. A leader with a united front with a queen and babe. I won’t argue further on this matter.”
Aegon acquiesced. He would rather deal with Otto’s venomous viper tongue talking him into things he didn’t want to do now instead of his mother visiting him hours later in hysterics– he couldn’t bear it. Alicent was more of a mess now than ever. “Fine. I leave this in your very capable hands,” he stood up, swiping the whole jug of wine, “At least find me a pretty one.”
–
She was plain, unbelievably plain. Long, curled brown hair desperately in need of a trim, a poorly tailored dress that needed to be more fitted at the waist, stature too small and unremarkable to stand up to anyone of importance. Oh, and picked cuticles, the spots of red eking out from her nail beds. Mayhaps she and his mother would get along just jolly, then. She was to be his prospective wife and bear him more heirs. He wanted to shove it back in the council’s face and say he has an heir, his only living child, Jaehaera. Melancholy and withdrawn as she was, she was his heir.
The council disagreed, allowing Borros Baratheon to shove his last unwed daughter at him like a piece of meat that no one wanted.
Her eyes wafted up to glance at him, every move of hers uncertain, cautious. She was so deathly aware of each minute gesture, her posture having to be adjusted to straighten every few minutes.
Lyanna Baratheon wasn’t of prominent knowledge and reputation like her sisters, aptly named ‘the Four Storms’ – she didn’t remind Aegon at all of a stag or a doe, but rather something more diminutive and easily killed, like a prey animal. Mayhaps a rabbit– it would be an apt description, as she had giant eyes, brown –almost black– in their hue, a shiny glaze over them as she stared at the ground. Every so often, their eyes would meet, brown to violet, and she would look apt as Aegon thought she was.
A rabbit begging for its life.
Borros Baratheon stood beside her, murmuring something into her ear. He was a boorish oaf of a man who couldn’t even read– Aegon wasn’t the brightest star in the sky when it came to matters of literature, that’d always been his brother’s realm, but atleast he could fucking read. He thought it quite hysterical that his house sigil was that of a Stag when Lord Borros reminded him more of a boar. Mayhaps he should change it.
As he continued to whisper to his daughter, her expression went from sordid to panicked, then back to sordid. She wasn’t very good at masking her emotions– she would need to learn if she were to survive at the Keep. The tips of her fingers twitched slightly and she was obviously holding herself back from tearing into her nail beds.
“Lord Borros,” Aegon broke the tension, “Perhaps I should show your daughter around the gardens while you speak with my grandsire. We have the most beautiful gardens here and I’d imagine that Storm’s End wouldn’t have something quite as grand,” he glazed over Borros’ blank stare, “due to the storms, of course.”
Lord Baratheon adjusted his doublet, which was far too small for him— did the Stormlands not have a proper fucking tailor? — and nodded, “Yes, that would be amicable. It would do some good to familiarize yourself with one another before the wedding in a week’s time.”
Aegon’s throat felt parched. He knew that they were speeding things along but he didn’t anticipate it to be this fast. Grabbing a bottle of wine from a nearby servant, he descended back to Lyanna, intent on whisking her away as quickly as possible. Not because he found her particularly interesting, rather the opposite, but he needed an excuse to get out of the room. The insistent thrum of his pulse in his neck was all too loud. His arm looped under Lyanna’s, “Come, my lady,” he hummed, trying to seem like he was somewhat collected and kingly and not on the edge of chugging the entire carafe of wine and smashing it over the next poor fucker’s head. “To the gardens.”
He practically strung along the poor girl, who hurriedly agreed and tried her best to keep up. “Y-yes, your grace,” she mewled, her feet tapping on the ground at irregular rhythms as she hung onto Aegon’s arm, bouncing against the stone walkway toward the gardens, “King’s Landing is… very beautiful, my king– your subject must be very pleased.”
As they descended the cobbled steps down to the garden, Aegon eyed her warily, “Did your father tell you to say that?”
“N-no, not exactly–”
“He did. Anyone with half of a brain and a working nose knows that this accursed city smells of shit. You shouldn’t lie, my lady. You’re quite bad at it,” he took a small breath as he looked at her expression– the poor thing was on the verge of tears. “You will get better in time,” he continued with a slightly softer tone, “This Keep is full of great liars and you don’t seem… too much like your father. I am sure you will pick up quickly. How old are you?”
“Nineteen, your grace.”
Aegon resisted giving a derisive snort, instead uncorking the wine bottle and tossing the stopper into the grass, “You’re quite young, then,” he took a swig, feeling the bitter tasting liquid coat his mouth, “All the better for heirs. Or so I’m sure that we’ve both been told.”
In truth, some would consider her a bit late in age to be married– but Aegon didn’t care as long as he wasn’t robbing the cradle like his father did to his mother, or Daemon to Rhaenyra. He was twenty-six himself and tried to remember what he was like when he was nineteen; he couldn’t exactly pinpoint an exact memory. It was mostly a blur.
“I am… hopeful to provide you with many healthy heirs, my king,” she replied, her words sounding rehearsed. She is as poor of an actress as she is a liar, then. She paused for a moment, looking at her hands, “I… do not wish to replace the late queen, her grace, Helaena– I merely wish to fulfill my duty to the realm and my family– I am terribly… sorry to hear about Helaena, my king. As well as your prince brothers. War is a terrible thing.”
Aegon blinked profusely a few times. Her words after her pause sounded genuine– mayhaps she is capable of thinking for herself. She seemed… softhearted, even if a bit naive. He regarded the bottle in his hand for a moment, swishing it around. No one had really apologized to him for his losses– the enumerable amount of them he’s gone through these past few years. They all bowed their heads and wouldn’t meet his gaze, as if their blood was all on his hands. Mayhaps it was. He swallowed, his mouth pursed in a thin line, “... War is indeed a terrible thing, my lady.”
They walked for a few hours around the garden, talking about various things. Aegon still found her quite boring and uninteresting to look at– she wasn’t ugly by any means, and could be considered pretty, but she was just so terribly plain that it bored him to tears. Her speech was all faux and he tried to eek out any genuineness to her words through different subjects– all to no avail. It seemed the sore subject of Aegon’s family was the only thing to break her from her carefully crafted script.
Eventually, they parted ways– for the better, he thought. She was a fine match, a fine age, a fine vessel for his seed to produce a royal heir and whatever other innocuous thing his grandsire needed from him.
What a terribly dreadful life he’s let himself sink into.
That night, he drained two bottles of Dornish Red, falling much into the same state of mind he had when he was nineteen. Wandering to the Street of Silk, he whored and drank himself into a state of sloven mania.
In the midst of his drunken ramblings, he wondered if he could ever find someone who would truly love him or if his opportunity had already passed.
–
The wedding followed in the timeline that Borros and Otto had set– as quickly as possible. The council dipped into the coffers to make it happen, it was to be an extravagant event, a new beginning for the realm. Artisans, fine bakers and cooks were all hired to make the wedding a facet, stringing up red, green, yellow and black banners, making dozens of delicate pastries and even cooking six turduckens to line the tables.
It was all lavish and opulent– and Lyanna could not feel more out of place. The past week at the Keep had been a whirlwind of planning, gown fittings, flower picking. Her sisters were there in attendance, speaking up more than she on what to pick. It was fine with her, as she couldn’t bring herself to care for it. The gaudiness of it all made her feel ill.
She had only met with Aegon the one time, the first time. Lyanna felt she made a terrible impression— she was so nervous that day that she’d vomited twice that morning, all while her father screamed at her to get it right, to say exactly as he told her to. For the most part, she had done just that— played the perfect little puppet for him and said all those empty words that meant nothing.
She was meant to see Aegon at least three more times before the wedding, as there were a few dinners arranged between their two families. He had been absent for all, his mother citing that he was unable to attend for various reasons but nothing overtly specific.
Alicent Hightower was a nice lady— she was warm to Lyanna, talking to her at the dinners when no one else had bothered. She was the person who Lyanna felt most comfortable with in the Keep and was grateful that she was to be her good-mother. Alicent was a bit frayed at the ends from the loss of her other children; she was haunted, her eyes constantly red-rimmed and murmuring prayers under her breath.
The morning of the wedding, Lyanna was summoned to Alicent’s solar to get ready.
She knocked on the door, “Your grace— it’s Lyanna.”
“Come in, my dear,” she called out, a maid opening the door to let her in. “How are you feeling this morn?” Alicent was perched on the settee when Lyanna came in, and immediately rushed over to her, taking the young girl’s hands in hers.
“Quite nervous,” Lyanna responded, her hands quivering ever so slightly, even under the warm touch of Alicent. “May I speak plainly, your grace?”
“Of course,” she ushered Lyanna to the loveseat and had the maid pour them both tea, then promptly shooed her out. “It’s just us now, speak your mind, sweetling.”
“I-I am afraid that… Aegon will not like me. I fear I didn’t make a good first impression— he seemed quite bored of me.”
Alicent took a sip of her tea, giving a small sigh. “I will do you the favor of not sugarcoating words and speak plainly like you have done with me. Aegon will not like you,” she pursed her lips into a thin line, twisting the signet ring on her finger, “Aegon is a creature of debauchery and sin— and you are a good, pious girl. You are like oil and water.” her brown eyes met Lyanna’s, her expression softening. The two women had a fast camaraderie, praying together each morning in the Sept. “You… may not love him, or even like him— but there is a duty upon you to fulfill. It is a burden we carry as women, my dear. We are always behest to the men in our lives,” she stopped, her eyes glazing over with a far-away look, “I don’t mean to be discouraging. You are a… good hearted young woman and I believe you can channel that into something positive as the Queen.”
Lyanna felt her stomach quivering at Alicent’s words, her skin flushing. “I… appreciate your plain speech, your grace. I just… do not wish to displease him.”
Alicent’s mouth twitched at each end as if she were mulling something over. “It will be hard to please him, my dear. You are nothing like the women that usually please him,” she wiped a hand down her face, “You remind me so much of myself, Lyanna. Pushed into something you are… ill-suited for. You’re a sweet and kindhearted girl and I don’t wish for you to tear yourself apart on the inside and feel as if you’re not good enough for him– you are, you are too good for him, too pure, too-” Alicent took a measured breath, “You are not what he wants and you never will be, my dear. It will do you well to know that now rather than years later. There is always someone else in their eyes– women like you and I do what we can. I pray you will find things that keep you happy.”
Lyanna picked up her tea cup with trembling hands, taking a sip. There seemed to be more to Alicent’s words than them just being about Aegon– but she didn’t want to push it. Dipping her head, she thanked her good-mother-to-be once more.
–
“Wake up, wake up!” a voice boomed, rousing Aegon from his haze as a carafe of cold water was poured on him. The girl latched to his cock like a leech let out a shrill scream and scrambled away.
“Fucking hell– who the fuck?” Aegon slurred, blinking profusely half a dozen times before his vision came into focus. It was one of the Kingsguard, one more behest to his grandsire than him– and his grandsire, Otto, who had the now empty container of water in hand.
“Wake up, you ingrate,” Otto growled, grabbing his grandson by his collar, hoisting him up onto his feet, smacking his cheek gently. “Your wedding is in two hours and you’re passed out in a whorehouse. You’re the king, for the Seven’s sake– I thought you left this debauchery behind, atleast have your whores at the keep instead of being in these pits of sin.”
“You can put a number of different hats on a bear, you know,” Aegon slumped against the wall, “Many kinds of hats; a hood, a felted dante, a linen coif, a cowl, a straw hat, a jester’s garb– heh, that’d be quite funny–”
“Is there a point to your drunken babbling, Aegon?”
“Yes, ah– you can put many types of hats on a bear and change its look but at the end of the day, its still just a fucking bear,” he straightened out his stained tunic, “Point being– you can stick a crown on my head, put a sword in my hand and put me through a war to keep me on that fucking throne but guess what, grandsire, I am still just a bear at the end of the day.”
Otto stared at him, brow furrowed. “You aren’t a bear, you’re a dragon and a king, so act like it. You are getting married in two hours and you look like a sloven mess. You’re lucky that Borros is as blind for power and recognition as he is or he would take his daughter back to Storm’s End and you’ll be stuck with the next best choice.”
“That boring rube of a girl was my best choice? I must be fucked, then, either way.”
Otto and his Kingsguard dog dragged Aegon back to the keep, and observed while maids scrubbed him clean, red and raw. He was put in a nicely fit green suit, his House cloak strapped to his shoulders. It was a whirlwind of events that led up to the doors of the Sept being opened and Aegon ushered in.
His stomach churned and he felt sixteen again, forced to wed his sister. He remembered being hardly conscious throughout the ceremony, fumbling over his cloak and practically smothering Helaena in it.
He looked down the aisle at Lyanna, who was dressed in a pale yellow dress with long, flowing sleeves. She had a high collar with black lining and antler embroidery all over the garment. It was actually well fitted this time, likely thanks to his mother, and it turned out she actually had a figure, with plush hips and a well-endowed chest. Her brown hair was half up, half down with an assortment of intricate braids– it reminded him of how Rhaenyra used to wear her hair and he wondered who thought to style it like that, and he wondered if he was the only one who noticed.
As he walked down the aisle, he saw his mother in the front row– she was crying, thumbing a pendant in the shape of a Seven Pointed Star.
The ceremony was a blur to him, as he put the cloak over her shoulders and sealed their union with a kiss– a chaste one. She tasted like lavender tea. As he pulled back, he noticed that her eyes were rimmed with tears, and he felt the familiar sting of tears in his own eyes.
The feast was much the same, as he drank himself into a numbing stupor. He only had one moment of clarity, as some of the rowdy guests began to poke and prod at Lyanna, talking about the bedding ceremony. She looked visibly uncomfortable, picking at her nail beds under the table. Something about the sight of her discomfort and pain stirred something in Aegon that he couldn’t name– maybe he was feeling sentimental from the alcohol, but a surge of possessiveness flowed through him. He wasn’t known to be possessive, much the opposite in fact. But the egregious actions of these men pawing at his wife– their fucking queen, mind them– making disgusting insinuations. If she were a whore, it’d be different– but she was so… innocent, so coerced in all of this just as he was, it felt wrong.
Aegon snapped, slamming his cup down, “There won’t be any fucking bedding ceremony,” he growled, “My wife and I will be retiring to our chambers– alone. And if… any one of you lays another paw on her, you will lose it.”
Lyanna stared at Aegon, those huge brown eyes wide. Her lips were parted slightly as he once again strung her along the halls to his– no, their– chambers. She was shaking.
Once in their chambers, he let go of her, uncorking another bottle of wine and taking a swig. “I presume you think that this is where I will fuck you, hm? Stick my prick in you and make an heir and we will all live happily ever after like a child’s storybook.”
Lyanna stared down at her feet. “It… it would be… the duty of husband and wife to consummate–”
“Fuck duty! I’m not going to fuck some weepy eyed maiden because my old fuck grandsire said so. I don’t have need of you in that way.”
Her hands were trembling as she unlaced the back of her dress, her movements autonomous– she was doing what she thought she should be doing in this situation. She began to undress, slipping her gown off and leaving her in her silken shift, which didn’t leave much to the imagination. The sight of her body, soft, stirred something within him for a moment, like a spark trying to ignite kindling.
“We don’t have to do this, Lyanna,” he murmured, using her name for the first time. He put down the wine bottle. “We can wait.”
“N-no! Please, I want to– please,” Lyanna whispered, practically pleading for it, as if she wanted to get it over with. “Please.”
Aegon rubbed a hand down his face. “Get on the bed then. Lie on your stomach.”
She did as she was told, laying flat on the bed on her stomach. She clutched some pillows as a lifeline.
He knew he should warm her up, he knew that they should want to touch one another, he should want to see her face– but he didn’t. He couldn’t bear to look at her face, or touch her for longer than was necessary. He barely shimmied down his trousers before he began poking at her entrance with a half-hard cock, partially trying to give her a moment to get used to the sensations, and partially trying to find where he was supposed to stick it– he knew, of course, he’d fucked his way through King’s Landing and then some, but he hadn’t fucked many maidens, and especially not when he was blind drunk.
Eventually, he hit home and slid into her, his movements slow at first. He could hear her whimpers and knew they weren’t of pleasure. It reminded him of his wedding night with Helaena where they’d both cried– all the memories of that night came flooding back, causing him to falter.
Lyanna looked back at him, her eyes puffy and red, “I-Is it over?”
Aegon swallowed sharply, cringing as he stared at her. The moment of arousal he had– purely from stimulation alone– was gone now, his half-hard erection deflating completely. “Fuck– yes, it’s over.” he didn’t have the heart to tell her that it in fact had hardly started before it was over– and not in the good way. He pulled out of her, taking in a deep breath as he walked to the water basin and soaked a cloth with warm water, offering it to her. “Wipe yourself– it will help with the… pain… and blood.”
She took the cloth, wiping away the remnants of their half-fulfilled consummation. “I-I’m… sorry,” Lyanna whispered, sniffling, “I know I am not what you want.”
His mouth was pulled into a thin line as he turned away. “You’re right. You aren’t.”
They fell into bed next to each other and Aegon’s mind was swimming as he tried to sleep. He didn’t know what he wanted. He never wanted any of this– he just wanted to be a kid again with no responsibilities, with all of his siblings, even Rhaenyra– he would’ve… he would’ve been nicer to all of them, he wouldn’t of picked on Aemond, he would’ve gotten to know Rhaenyra better, he would’ve played with Helaena’s bugs, he would’ve taught Daeron all of the secrets of the castle. He would’ve told his grandsire to fuck off when they were to crown him and had Sunfyre char him to a crisp and given the crown to Rhaenyra.
He would’ve been loved then.
He just wanted to be loved.
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Friends Like You
Pairing: Gender Neutral!Reader x Spencer Reid
Description: After your father relocated to Las Vegas, Nevada, you meet a new face at the school bus stop.
Content/Warnings: Some minor angst with Spencer’s past, bullying mention, some minor violence mentions, Spencer being a little awkward and sweet baby.
Word Count: 1.1K
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Spencer Reid never saw a day of peace in his life since he was a child. His father was a piece of shit who abandoned him as a child for his own selfish reasons, leaving a child with the burden of caring for his schizophrenic mother.
While he absolutely loved his mother and would do absolutely anything for her, a child shouldn’t have to be tasked with being a parent. While his friends were outside playing, he was sitting with his mother in bed while listening to her read an assortment of novels and other literature.
High school was no easier than his early childhood. On top of caring for Diana, he spent most of his time fighting for his life within those hallways. The popular crowd, his peers, even certain teachers contributed to the anguish. There was no winning for him.
It was a Thursday morning when he was standing at the bus stop, his satchel draped around his slender frame. He had a backpack but after too many times of it being pulled off of him and being hidden or defaced, he chose something he could have around him at all times. Nobody could just pull it off of him without dragging him with it.
He had to figure that out the hard way.
The autumn air added a chill to the air, the crunching of the dead leaves on the ground signaling someone approaching. Typically he kept his head down to ignore the likes of Marcus Frank, Tyler Simpson, and Luke Halpert; three football guys who had a problem with the quiet, more socially awkward male who liked to fade into the background. Instead of being shoved and greeted with various ugly remarks, there was silence. There was the presence of someone beside him, so he let curiosity get the best of him.
What he saw knocked the wind out of him, even more than a punch to the gut from one of the men he dreaded seeing.
You had recently moved to Las Vegas, your father getting a new job opportunity. It was an extremely hard move, one that drained you. The loss of close friends, family, as well as losing everything that you absolutely adored doing back home was something difficult.
Your new house didn’t seem so homely, your neighbors were mostly old people who seemed uptight and had too many issues with the knowledge of a family moving next door. It wasn’t a welcoming city in the slightest so far. School couldn’t be that bad though, right?
Right?
Arriving at the bus stop was about as typical as it was back home, except there was only one person there so far. He was quiet and avoided your gaze, so you already felt like this was a bad start.
‘Maybe I seem unapproachable?’ You thought to yourself. Some people did say that you suffered from a chronic case of resting bitch face, so maybe that was it? You were pulled out of your thoughts when you felt a pair of eyes on you. As your gaze lifted, it wasn’t long until you were facing Spencer. “Hi.”
Your tone was soft, almost quiet enough where Spencer couldn’t hear you. His face was red as he offered a tight lipped smile. “Hi. I’m- I- uh-” He laughed awkwardly while he rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m Spencer.” He finally broke through his stammering.
It was charming in a way. He seemed so sweet and shy. You suspected he had a hint of social awkwardness.
“Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, Spencer.” With a hand offered in his direction, he was slowly putting a hand up. “Did you know that our hands carry on average 3,200 different germs belonging to more than 150 species? Your hands can have anywhere from 100,000 to a few million germs at any given time.”
The sudden fact had your eyes widening as your gaze fell on the palm of your extended hand. “Are you serious? That’s how many germs lay in our hands? Good lord, no wonder why we are always spreading new diseases.”
The tone of your voice had Spencer letting out a soft giggle as he was reaching in his satchel to retrieve some hand sanitizer. “That’s why I always carry this.” He explained, pumping the disinfectant into his hands before offering some to you as well.
“What other facts do you have?” You suddenly asked, rubbing the liquid into your hands as you were now staring up at the taller male. Spencer wasn’t used to this. Most people ignored him or they didn’t even look in his direction, much less ask him about the plethora of knowledge and statistics that plagued his brain.
“Too many to name.” He admitted, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Ask me anything and I bet that I can tell you a statistic or a fact about it.” There was a rush of confidence, Spencer liking the idea of the possibility of having a new friend to listen to him.
“Hmm. Scotland.” You spoke while raising an eyebrow. “Oh! That’s too easy. Did you know that golf was actually invented in Scotland? Scotland is the country with the highest proportion of golf holes per capita in the world. The city of St Andrew’s has 12 golf courses.” He grinned proudly.
“Wow, are you some kind of genius or something?” You asked with a smile. “You could say that.”
This whole conversation was refreshing for Spencer. He’d never had anyone actively want to speak to him before. Most girls looked at him like he was an alien, the males would rather use him as a punching bag than speak to him like civilized people.
He felt alone a good chunk of his life due to the fact he was.. Different from others.
You were a rainbow shining boldly after a dreadful, miserable storm.
The school bus had rolled up not too long after though, the screeching breaks and the squeak of the opening doors were probably the most familiar thing you’d experienced. “After you.” Spencer spoke, gesturing to the open doors.
The vehicle was packed, other students scattered from other stops in the neighborhood taking up most of the seats, leaving just a mere few at the front being open. “You wanna sit with me?” You asked, the glasses wearing teenager beside you feeling the burn in his face, neck and ears from his blushing.
Despite his brain trying to give him rational ways to deny sitting with you, he couldn’t bring himself to say no. You were nice. You had a nice laugh and smile. You were safe.
Instead of verbally answering, he was taking the seat closest to the window with a soft smile, which prompted you to match his expression and fall down on the outer area of the seat.
This was going to be the start of an interesting friendship.
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The Truth Part 2 | Slow Burn Lucifer X Reader
The Truth Pt. 1
This is a mini part 2 for this writing, I guess it's kind of turning into more of an AU situation? Let me know if this is something I should keep working on!
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Lucifer was riddled with a familiar anxiety that he never expected to resurface. He paced the corridor, the heel of his boots echoing through the bright white halls. Golden tiles reflect his every move. Occasionally, he would make eye contact with his reflection on the floor, reminding him exactly where he was.
He's been avoiding Heaven's Embassy for as long as he could. Almost all his meetings were passed on to Charlie, who would take the opportunity with haste, but they specifically asked for him this time.
He's not exactly surprised that this meeting had been scheduled. He hasn't heard from anyone upstairs since the battle that occurred on extermination day last year.
No one was really sure what would happen today, but the skies stayed clear of exterminators at least.
Lucifer let's out a heavy breath, gripping the edge of his jacket with a white knuckled fist. He decided to ditch his apple and snake accessories and wore golden and blue accents instead. He'd never want to "impress" heaven, but this was different. This meeting was for Charlie. Even if she wanted to attend, she couldn't be informed of it. It broke him to have to keep this secret from her, but that's what they requested.
The doors swung open, white light blinding him for a moment before being greeted with The Seraphim.
He stood slack jaw for a moment. He didn't know what to expect, but it definitely wasn't this. His blood boiled, a flood of memories from his youth clouding his thoughts.
"Lucifer. We have to discuss something."
Her voice echoing through the conference room snapped him out of his funk, making him step in with an enthusiastic smile, making sure to flaunt his pointed teeth. It dropped for a moment after studying her appearance. Her long curls were ruffled across her shoulders, small pieces spiraling out randomly. The bags under her eyes were exentuated by her unbecoming glare. She took a deep breath, running her hands over her scalp to attempt to fix her messy appearance.
"Sera. A pleasure. Let's get on with this then. What did I do this time?" He couldn't help but let his resentment slip for a moment. It took all his strength to keep himself composed. He had no idea what would occur if he wasn't.
"She did it, Lucifer. A sinner managed to pass divine judgment and was accepted into the city. With the sudden.. success... of Miss Charlotte's hotel, there are some things we must settle." Great! More rules. Lucifer's eyes had widened, a smile tugging at his lips. His thoughts were overwhelmed with pride. His own daughter managed to do what he could never accomplish. She made her dreams a reality. He hated to admit a small jealousy sturred in his chest, but it was irrelevant in this moment.
"We-hell! Can't say i'm not proud of my little girl. She'll be delighted to hear -"
"Lucifer. She did well with Sir Pentious, but I must guarantee that the angels who are rightfully residing in Heaven aren't burdened by these new arrivals."
She was stern and got straight to the point.
"We have a way to send them back to Hell. So, we must discuss the terms of these rehabilitated souls."
She brushed her hands across her robes before placing them in her lap.
"Are you serious? You really want to send back the demons that you used to murdered out of fear of their uprising?"
"My concern is the safety of Heaven and its residents. We can.. incompasitate them. Return them to your care."
Lucifer's mind was spinning. The thought of anyone else having to go through what he did, to be banned from the perfect afterlife that he used to call home, made him shrink. Charlie would be crushed. Who knows what incompasitate means? What do they want?
"What do you want..?"
He almost hated to ask. The last time a meeting went this way, he created the very problem that was seemingly solved from this past year. As long as extermination day occurred, Charlie was safe.
"We have a list of accomplishments that must be met before we would even consider allowing them through the gates. No soul will remain with us unless you keep these in mind during this rehabilitation process." She explained.
"So.. Charlie gets demons to meet these requirements so they can ascend just to be put on probation? Sera, you have to realize how ridiculous this is. That sinner earned redemption! And you're setting even more rules for them? Charlie would be devastated to see souls be banished after all her hard work - she'll.. she'll lose her will to dream.." His voice began to trail off, looking into his hands. Where his own dreams used to flow without a care, without fear.
"They won't be banished exactly.. just taken care of. It's just a precaution. You have to understand, being a ruler yourself."
Lucifer sent Sera a frustrated glare, then sighed.
"If this is what it takes for the hotel to work, then it's a deal." He raised his hand in front of him to shake hers, but before any contact was made, a golden paper appeared in front of him. Lucifer let out an unprofessional groan and signed his name.
Sera let out a sigh of relief and snapped her fingers, a large stack of papers appearing in front of him.
"W-What is that.. what's all this?"
"These are how sinners must behave before redemption is considered."
The papers were almost an inch thick, each one listed with specific and nearly impossible commandments.
"Fuck."
"It was.. good to see you again Lucifer. I look forward to receiving your reformed souls." She spoke so blankly. It was clear that she didn't mean it, really. She was gone before he could get another word in.
"Good to see you again Lucifer, sorry i have a stick up, my ass. Here's a bunch of dumb bullshit for you to deal with! Blah blah blah!" He was mumbling a sarcastic immitation of her words as he scooped up the papers and portaled back to his office. He looked over the rules and the contract over and over, figuring out how to break the "good" news. The contract stated that Charlie couldn't be made aware of the rejection possibility. That portion is a burden only he could handle. An angelic sword appeared neatly wrapped on his desk as he read over those lines.
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"So... I told Charlie that Sir Pentious was redeemed, gave her the rules, and.. here we are." Lucifer was hunched over in his office chair, looking even worse than when he was a drunken mess the previous night. He weakly gestured to the "decorative" sword hanging on his wall, and you felt your whole body shiver.
"Remember to read your contracts, kid." He muttered, holding up his head in the palm of his hand. All you could do was sit there in silence for a moment.
"So.. you go through the hotel.. make it to heaven for a fucking trial period, before they decide youre good enough to stay? And if you aren't..." You gulped. "Demons are still getting unfairly executed... and no one knows? No one knows that you've been murdering these people?"
He flinched at your words that summed up the reality of the situation.
"H-How many souls have you - " You choke on your words, seeing Lucifers eyes widen before breaking contact. He shook his head, letting you know the number was much higher than it should be.
"Don't get me wrong, they don't reject everyone, but.. those who slip through the cracks? That's.. on me."
You had no idea what to do. You spent the past year trying to figure out why this couragous dreamer was barely seen around the hotel. A proud father, who seemed to only support his daughter under the table.
"I can't believe you've managed to keep this from Charlie for so long.. how- erm.. i guess i wanna know how you're doing..?" You spoke hesitantly. Everything you've been researching was piecing together, but even with these answers, new questions were raised. But in this moment, you realized that you were the only one in Hell who was trusted with this information. Maybe Lucifer felt obliged, after essientally breaking into your room last night, a sobbing mess. But at the end of the day, you were the only one he trusted with this burden: a total stranger to him.
He perked up for a moment, cocking his eyebrow, confusion read across his face.
"Oh, uh.. I guess i'm fine... it's just another chore in my routine now. I have no other choice, if Charlie know's then she might-"
"No, Sir. How are you doing? How are you handling this?"
He sat up for a moment, his eyes darting around looking for an answer. No one's asked him that for quite awhile, and he definitely tried to push feelings aside when it came to this. He brushed his hair back, only for strands of golden hair to fall back in his eyes.
"The first sinner to be rejected appeared in my office, right in front of me. They still had their heavenly get up, all pristine and white, but they looked as if they had been dragged through the mud. They were so small.. I don't know how they died. I didn't know their name - I just... did what i had to. I have no idea what Heaven puts redeemed souls through, but the look in that sinner's eyes.. I'll never forget that." He looked down at his loosely opened hands in his lap, his mind playing tricks on him. The blood covering his hands disappeared with a blink once he snapped into reality.
"You have to promise not to tell anyone. This entire thing will fall apart if this gets out and I can't do that to Charlie." He gripped onto your shoulders, desperate to get this through. Your face twisted in disgust and fear, ripping yourself away from his grasp.
"Charlie?? You're literally killing the same sinners that she thinks are safely in Heaven..! The same sinners that i've walked the streets with, that i've become friends with..! I don't even know if my friends are alive or in Heaven! I-I can't let this go on! It's better for everyone if this hotel falls.. You won't have to kill anymore, and people won't die anymore! I'm sorry, Sir, but I can't - " You rambled on as you went towards the door, your hand reaching for the handle before being suddenly frozen in place. Arms fell around either side of you, slamming into the wall and cornering you in. This didn't stop you from leaving. The doorknob was still in your hand. You wondered if he did that on purpose.
"Just go back to your room, okay? Pretend you didn't hear anything for now.. think about this, at least." His voice was becoming almost desperate." But.. i won't stop you if you decide to tell someone. At the end of the day, you're right.. I won't need to kill anyone else if this contract is broken, but i also have no idea what happens after that.. you seem smart. You got really close to figuring everything out, so just think about it, okay?" He stepped back, rubbing his wrists awkwardly and freeing you from the cage of his arms.
You stand silently for a moment. A warmth filled your chest at the comments on your wit, but the overhanging seriousness of the situation took over. You simply nodded your head before stepping out of his office and making your way to your room. You stand still in front of the door for a moment. You could either enter your room and rethink everything you've obsessed over for the past year, or you could tear down this whole operation.
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So! This sort of became Hazbin Hotel corrupted by corporate Heaven, there's a lot going on ik. I'll take any critiques on it before getting too invested so reach out babes!
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I saw your terastilized juliana art and it reminded me of a moment in the dlc. When you approach the elevator, your asked if you've gone down it before. Answering 'i dont know' makes Briar say "Oh? Did you already forget what happened last time you were here? Perhaps this is a side effect of prolonged exposure to Area Zero..." Which just, gives so many ideas to ways being down in area zero for too long could mess someone up
God, okay, man-
That was where I was coming from with it, though my interpretation is pretty sure that the response comes from being uncomfy about Briar’s intentions, which, thoughts about Briar aside (and I have a l o t to say), my inspiration from it actually came from seeing the crystallized tree you find in the Underdepths. (Which reminds me a lot of Xerneas which, yknow, the theories about Paldea and Kalos being connected and the crater a result of it have some ground here I would think.)
I did have a mini uh au/worldbuild about it that I’m mentally fleshing out.
Putting stuff under the cut —
Originally it was inspired from the fact that AI Sada and Tulo both terastalize as a failsafe result of the programming and also just from overuse of the time machine harvesting terastal energy.
My idea was that the Paldaen Squad all got ‘terastal scarring’ as a result of this; it affected EVERYONE, but MC (Juliana) gets the worst of it from directly taking the burden of battling AI Sada/Tulo.
For the most part, cos they all left immediately afterward, they were pretty okay from it and it didn’t have too many adverse effects.
So it isn’t until MC agrees to go down to the depths the second time around that the consequences start really taking effect due to the energy being more pure and potent than from the caves above. And the deeper they go the worse it gets and then I haven’t quite yet worked out the rest, but I am thinking extremely heavily about the emotional ramifications regarding the ‘Dons and how it affects everyone else (including Kieran). The image of a Titan Terastal Koraidon trying to defend MC (Juliana) currently lives rent free in my brain. And maybe there’s a way Terapagos can be helpful rather than being misused.
When I work it out, I’ll make a post and draw stuff about it (probably) but yeah.
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It’s one of those middle of the night caffeine driven thoughts.
I was thinking about the fellowship and what relationship we know are formed or are so strongly headcanoned that it’s almost official.
So we have Gimli and Legolas, ultimate power couple.
Legolas and Aragorn, childhood besties.
Boromir and Aragorn, either normally or Boromir!lives au, but there is a nice line of understanding.
Whichever u want to be can be romantic, can be platonic, just talking generally.
But the wasted opportunity — hear me out — Boromir and Legolas, and their mini i-have-a-father-who-has-fucking-expectations-and-no-mother-near squad.
And i know mostly in fanfiction if we get Boromir he is more likely to find a common language with Gimli, bc honestly vibes are vibing, but i would really like to see some well written Boromir and Legolas friendship. Just imagine their possible talk near the fire or just while walking about how Legolas has a beef with Thranduil and how unevenly Denethor treats Faramir and how heavy the burden of being the oldest/only child from some sort of royal family if your parent is messed up.
They are each others therapists, your honour!
Also i like the idea that Boromir was the first person Legolas told that he may have a crush on Gimli, which his father would not understand. He just knew Boromir been there and he would get him.
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𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝? 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. | 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫
part four of do you feel my hand? it is there. | part one | part two | part three | part five | part six | part seven | part eight | part nine | part ten | part eleven | part twelve
pairing: minho x fem!reader (afab)
genre: veterinarian!minho (this includes a few of the skz members working in his clinic). client!reader. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. reader pov. strangers to lovers au. slowburn romance. lots of pining.
content & warnings: explicit & strong language. very thematic elements. minho is reader's vet. reader is now his past client. the guys have a party for the next few parts. drinking alcohol and getting drunk/tipsy is mentioned. humor/fluff placed throughout. also, smut is coming very soon. :))
word count: 3.8k
summary: dr. lee minho is known throughout your area as the city's hottest veterinarian, and he's also the very man that's been taking good care of your two cats for the past three years. but one day, you're thrown down a dark path of heartache when the cat that you've grown up with - nyx - is diagnosed with an acute form of bone cancer. burdened with the hardest decision of your entire life, you come at a crossroads of what to do. and throughout it all, minho is the single most person who continually stays by your side.
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The entire week leading up to the anniversary party, you agonized over what to wear. You didn’t think it’d be right to show up in something formal, but you didn’t want to reveal yourself to all of the guys after such a long time in your usual attire of baggy jeans and a simple t-shirt/hoodie.
It wasn’t until Friday evening, exactly two hours before you had to leave for the party, that you found the outfit. After rummaging inside your closet all week long, you happened to stumble upon a dress that had been shoved down at the bottom of a box of your old clothes. As you pulled the thing out, you were hit with a wave of memories - of when you’d wear the same dress while out clubbing with your friends during your university days.
The mini-dress was a light mint color and complimented your skin tone quite well. The scoop neckline hung low and exposed a good amount of cleavage, but not too much that it was deemed completely unsavory. There were long, sheer sleeves that covered your arms, and the thin fabric of the dress ruched just at your hips, defining your curves and adding depth to the otherwise short dress, with its hemline that stopped mid-thigh.
You felt that it was appropriate enough to wear to the party, since after all - it was a party, and there were sure to be drinks there. And drinks always called for a cute and flirty outfit. You matched the dress with some silver studs - things you hadn’t worn in a long time and only saved for very special occasions - and the only pair of heels that you owned, which were metallic in color and had a height of 3 inches. Small rhinestones lined the edges of the shoes, and they were one of your most expensive possessions, having been gifted them as a graduation gift by one of your fellow roommates in university who happened to be a good friend of yours.
Keeping the makeup on the lighter side of things, with your hair curled in soft ringlets around your face, you opted to grab the matching shawl that you always wore with the dress- the light mint color complimenting the ensemble perfectly. You took one final look at yourself in your bedroom’s floor-length mirror before leaving your place.
And to be honest, even you were shocked.
By how good you looked-
How hot.
If you were being entirely honest with yourself, it had somewhat been your plan. To reveal your inner sexiness subtly. But then all at once, the sensuality that you always tried to hide unexpectedly showed through in every aspect of your outfit.
You weren’t trying to seduce Dr. Lee.
No, surely not.
But… a little mini-dress never hurt anymore, right?
During the commute that you took to Dr. Lee’s place via subway, you came to terms with the fact that things were going to be awkward at first. Especially since you had practically run away from him the week before. And you hadn’t seen the others who worked at the clinic in a long time, so it was only reasonable for you to assume that the talking would be stagnant at first. Surely, though, the alcohol running through everyone’s systems would promptly help to quell all of that.
When you finally stepped off the train, you realized where you were-
Gangnam.
Perhaps one of the most expensive districts in Seoul.
And of course, he had to live here.
It was to be expected since he was a rich and successful businessman.
At least Gangnam wasn’t too far from your district…
As soon as that thought entered your mind, you had to do a double-take and retract it back to the very depths of your being. Because what was your heart trying to insinuate? That him living close to you was a good thing? That something would come out of your broken client-doctor relationship?
Yeah, fucking, right.
With that depressing thought clouding your mind, you made your way through the many side alleyways of the area. It seemed like the further into the district you got, the grander the places were, with extravagant high rises lining either side of you.
Finally, your phone’s GPS dinged in completion when you stood in front of a rather large apartment complex. The four separate buildings towered over you in well over twenty stories, forcing you to crane your neck upwards as you tried to take in their size. The grounds were well kept, flourishing with spring flowers and green grasses.
The nearby park was bustling with activity - little kids playing together and young moms conversing at the benches while sipping on coffees. It was nine on a Friday night, and at this point in the night, your district usually wasn’t very busy. However, Gangnam seemed to be on a whole other level.
And as you made your way through the complexes, soon finding Dr. Lee’s building, you understood just how out of your league he was. If the nice outfits at work weren’t enough and the literal fucking sports car didn’t cut it for you, then the sparkling, sprawling apartment complex with humungous units on each floor worked to suffice his position over you.
You took the sparkly-silver elevator up to the twenty-fifth floor, registering that the building reached up to forty. As you filed out of the doors, you noticed the cute decorations outside of Dr. Lee’s place. A small rug was placed just underneath the door, in the shape of a pink-colored cat that read ‘Hello, Peasants.’ That forced a small giggle out of you at the peek of humor in his personal life. There was also a small wreath hanging at the center of the door, with three miniature figurines of cats nestled into its green leaves. You supposed they were his since they looked similar to the pictures he had shown you in the past.
Taking a deep breath to calm your rising nerves, you reached over and rang the doorbell. As you stood there, you would hear the distinct sound of a loud bass playing over speakers. So, the party must’ve already started, then.
It took a moment, but finally, someone answered the door.
You were greeted by a smiling Jeongin, his grin stretching from ear to ear as he registered your presence. “Holy fuck- Y/N, hi!” He exclaimed, leaning over the threshold of the door and enveloping you in a warm hug. “I thought for sure that Minho had lied about you coming tonight!”
That detail caused a flush to bloom across your cheeks, “Yeah, well- it sounded like fun, so I thought I’d join in the celebrations… how are you?” You asked, taking in his appearance. He looked a little more mature than the last time you had seen time over a year before, with his jawline slightly more chiseled and a distinct kind of glimmer in his eyes. His hair was dyed a snow-white color, painting his deep olive skin tone in a milky glow.
“Doing good,” Jeongin began, as he stepped aside to let you into the apartment. Immediately upon entering, the distinct smell of him took over your entire being. It seemed to flood all of you, drowning you in thoughts of only Dr. Lee and nothing else. “Been so busy at the clinic lately, business has picked up in the last few months.”
You gave him a soft smile, “I bet… you guys work your assess off over there, you deserve every client.”
He frowned at you then, watching in silence as you yanked your shawl a little tighter around your shoulders and slipped off your heels. You weren't entirely comfortable showing off so much skin so early into the evening. “We all miss you at the clinic… the days aren’t the same without seeing you walk in through the front doors holding your adorable kitties-”
“Hey, Innie, don’t bore her with shit about the clinic,” an exasperated voice called out to your left. You turned and caught a glimpse of Seungmin, as he leaned against a nearby wall. He was clutching onto a brown and white cat - which you assumed was Dr. Lee's cat, Dori - in one of his arms. He was dressed in an oversized matching set of joggers and a hoodie. Comfy clothes. Perhaps you had overdressed for the occasion. But then when you studied Jeongin, you noticed the particular detail that he had put into his outfit… from the necklace of pearls hanging around his neck to the simple baby blue t-shirt he had tucked into light-washed jeans.
“I was just telling her how much things have changed since she stopped coming around…” Jeongin’s voice trailed off, as they both stared at you then. The fucking elephant in the room was that you left because of Nyx’s passing.
They both knew it.
You knew it.
Everyone knew it.
Seungmin waved off his words, slinking an arm around the younger’s shoulders and motioning with a tilt of his head to the hallway behind him. Meanwhile, Dori was a squirming mess in his hold, as he tried to escape his hands. “Anyways, the party’s already started. Some of the guys haven’t arrived yet, but we’re all hanging out in the living room, so c’mon…”
You said nothing more to that, choosing to follow behind the two men as they led the way through the apartment. And it was so grand and beautiful. Multiple doors lined either side of the hallway’s walls, but they were all closed. You wondered what lay behind them. Then, there was the spacious kitchen off to the left, which had a magnificent marble island counter at the center of it.
And finally, you stopped in the living room. The biggest tv you had ever seen was mounted on the farthest wall, quickly flashing with bright lights as some of the guys played Mario Party. There was an L-shaped couch that was pushed against the wall closest to you, with room to fit at least six grown adults. And two armchairs were positioned on either side of the grand coffee table that was in the middle of the room. In the corner of the room, you caught sight of a cat tree, where an orange-and-white tabby - Soonie - was busy dozy off amongst the chaos. Dr. Lee's third cat, Doongie, was nowhere to be found apparently.
Throughout the area, small hints of Dr. Lee’s personality were hidden - from the many sprawling-green potted plants that lined the large bay windowsill, to the tiny cat figurines sitting just underneath the tv, to the large portrait of him and his three cats that hung above the couch. It looked to be in a unique style, with distinct brushstrokes and a cool colour palette. Immediately, you recognized it as Hyunjin’s work. After all, he had told you on multiple occasions that besides working with animals, he had a true passion for art. He had shown you some of his pieces in passing, and you were always blown away by the technical details of it all.
Your eyes slid past the two hunched-over figures - Yongbok and Jisung - who were enraptured by the game on the tv screen and landed on the men lounging on the couch. Chan was swishing an ice-cold glass of soju in one hand, as he chattered away with a listening Dr. Lee. None of them had noticed your presence yet.
“You guys- Y/N’s here!” Jeongin announced loudly over the rap music that was blasting throughout the room and somewhat masking the guy's voices.
All at once, they turned in unison to get a glimpse of you, Dr. Lee’s head snapping so quickly you were afraid his neck would break by the sheer force of the movement. He was dressed in black, oversized cargo pants, his midnight-toned locks a little mussed at the ends. But perhaps the worst part about the outfit was what he was wearing on top. It was a tight, black, muscle t-shirt that clung to every ripple of his sinewy flesh. The silver zipper that lay at the front of the garment was pulled down slightly, flashing bits and pieces of milky-smooth skin. (a/n: I'M SORRY- BUT YOU KNOW THAT I HAD TO DO IT!! I'M STILL NOT OVER ZIPPER MIN!!). And the choker… fuck, the black-chained choker that he wore around his thick fucking neck… he was surely going to be the death of you.
“Y/N- hey, you made it!” Jisung called out, while Yongbok waved excitedly before the two of them delved back into their game.
Chan stood up from his place on the sofa, passing you with a light squeeze of the shoulder, “Nice to see you,” he said in that deep, rumbly voice of his. You flashed him a smile, already feeling comforted by the way that they were acting like no time had passed between the lot of you. Like this was something normal… to be invited into Dr. Lee’s house for a private gathering of friends.
Seungmin and Jeongin hastily picked up two extra controllers and were soon sitting beside Jisung and Yongbok, joining in on the fun of the video game. That left just… you and Dr. Lee, since evidently, Hyunjin and Changbin hadn’t arrived yet.
He continued to watch you in silence for a few more beats from his seat on the couch. You could practically feel his eyes roving down the length of you, witnessing you in all of your party-goer glory. But then his focus caught on the shawl hanging around your shoulders, and you offered him a tiny, meek smile.
“Don’t be shy and come sit down.” He finally said in a voice that was so low, it was hard to hear over the vibrating music around you. He gently patted the space just beside him on the couch, his lips spreading into a warm grin.
You swallowed around the solid lump that was forming in your throat. Sitting next to him. In such a revealing dress. With him in such a drool-inducing outfit.
Surely, the night wasn’t going to end well - surely, it was going to result in irrevocable heartbreak and pain.
But perhaps, you could bear such a thing if it meant getting to see him so up close and personal.
“Thanks for the invite,” you began once you were seated an appropriate distance next to him - at least a pillow’s length. “Seriously, this place is insane.”
He laughed awkwardly, running a few fingers through his hair, “It’s no problem… thought you might enjoy a change of scenery. Your district can be quite- bleak at times.”
“No shit- you’re telling me.”
“Is it that bad?”
He was staring at you again, his body turned to the side, back leaning into one of the corners of the sofa so that he could get a full look at you. You could tell all of this from your peripheral vision.
But you couldn’t look at him…
His outfit,
His closeness,
The intimacy of the entire night,
It was swoon-worthy and vomit-inducing all at once.
So instead, you decided to curl up with a fluffy throw pillow, keeping your focus straight ahead, on the tv screen, as Jisung’s character fell off of a platform which resulted in his team losing.
“Most of the time the shops in the area close around nine, so there’s nothing to do after dark. It sucks if you ever want to have a life outside of work because as soon as you’re off, everyone is closing up for the day. I have no idea why you decided to start a clinic in my district, to be honest… like, Gangnam is a much better option.”
“True…” His voice trailed off. And you felt him shift so that now his focus was on the tv. This gave you enough time to peek a glance at him again. He looked ethereal under the soft glow of the living room lights - the teasing skin of his chest glistening in a warm hue, his cheekbones washed in a distant kind of shadow, his perfect, red lips pursed slightly and- “But then, I’d never have met you if I set up shop here in Gangnam.”
You didn’t have any time to react, as he whipped his head back towards you, catching your perusal of his otherworldly beauty. Because truly, how can any man be so hot and yet beautiful at the same time? His face looked like it was chiseled by the Gods themselves, the picture-perfect example of a Hellenistic sculpture from Greece… all soft lines, flowing movement, and a focus that was wholly on his soft and genuine personality.
A sparkle filled his chocolate-brown irises then, as they lit up with the fact that you had blatantly been checking him out. Surely, he didn’t know about your feelings. Surely, he didn’t…
You spluttered in embarrassment at his words, as they finally registered in your mind. “I hardly doubt that I’ve made any difference in your career, Dr. Lee-”
“I wish you’d stop calling me that.”
And just like that, he pulled the breath right out of your lungs again.
Like it was just a flimsy green leaf, that he had happened to pluck out of the sky and catch hold of.
Dragging the air up your throat and out between your lips.
“W-What?” You managed to say in a strangled kind of way, the words tickling the tip of your tongue. They burrowed down into the pit of your heart, lighting something dim and unchecked inside of you.
“Addressing me so formally. That title, Dr. Lee… only my clients use it.”
“B-But I am your-”
He leveled you with a swarthy regard then, dark brows pulling together, mouth pressing into a firm line of displeasure. “No, you’re not- not anymore. So I honestly don’t see the point in keeping up with all of the formalities.”
The anxiety balled up into an unruly knot at the speed of light. And soon, you found it jumbling around in your stomach. Was he mad? By his tone, which held a slight edge to it, he seemed upset…
But why? You thought he’d appreciate the honorifics, and welcome them, even, since the two of you were from such opposites sides of life.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that it was such an issue for you.” You said, but as soon as the words left your lips, you realized the bitterness that hung between them. The slight anger was laced there, from the fact that he was trying to break the one rule that you had set for yourself long ago.
Because okay- yes, he was really fucking hot. And fucking nice all of the time. But that didn’t give you the right to jump his bones just because you were attracted to him. And besides, he’d never stoop so low for a woman like you.
He threw his hands up in the air then, sighing in defeat. “I mean, I really don’t know what I have to do- I invite you over to my place, I fucking call-”
Just then, he was interrupted by a loud shout flooding in from down the hallway. And suddenly, Changbin appeared in the living room, a goofy smile plastered on his face, as he held up a huge case of beer and a jumbo-sized bag of potato chips. “What’s up, dweebs?” He hollered, throwing his head back and cackling maniacally.
“What did I tell you about using such a word?” Yongbok groaned out in despair, throwing his controller down onto the ground and stomping over to the older man. “It’s like- so nineteen-nineties.” He plucked the bag of chips out of his hand before scurrying back to the others.
Hyunjin filed into the living room, interrupting the scene with his show-stopping looks, even though he was dressed like a literal hobo, in ripped sweatpants and a stretched-out hoodie. “Give it up, Bokkie- his uneducated ass could never grasp such a concept.” He rolled his eyes at the dark-haired muscly man who was silently fuming with rage in the corner.
“Hey! I’ll have you know that I’m a fucking vet assistant-”
“Yeah only because you failed your placement test to get into tech school.” Seungmin threw back, earning a few shrill cackles from the younger men sitting around him.
“I swear to all things holy if you don’t stop bringing up-” Changbin began, storming over to the brown-haired boy in apparent rage when suddenly he was intervened by a shouting Chan.
“Food just arrived- come eat you little shits, before I take it all for myself!” He called from the nearby kitchen.
And just like that, the playfully-tense atmosphere in the living room dissipated, as Changbin was immediately soothed by the prospect of food.
“I call first dibs on the Hawaiian pizza!” Jisung exclaimed, shooting up from his spot on the floor and rushing for the kitchen.
“No one’s going to fight you on that one, Ji, you literally have the worst taste in cuisine,” Jeongin said under his breath, shaking his head in distaste as he followed right behind him.
As all of the guys left the living room, you were thrown into the uneasy silence between you and… and Minho. Your heart was beating wildly against your chest, as you tried to process what had just gone wrong between you.
Maybe coming to the party was a mistake after all.
Maybe, you should’ve just stayed holed up in your small, dingy apartment, like you usually did every Friday night.
But then Minho was sighing heavily, and from his proximity, you could practically feel his hot breath hit your neck. It seemed like he had grown closer to you in the last few minutes. “Fuck- just forget I said anything.”
And before you could say - or do - anything else, he was shuffling out of the living room, in search of some piping hot food.
Getting some alcohol into your system would surely help the pain that suddenly coursed through your veins.
Surely, drowning your mind in liquor would help to quell the rising hurt that was beginning to squeeze at your heart.
Because just like that, without you even having to confess your feelings to him, he was dismissing you.
He was ignoring your feelings.
Just from the way that he told you to ‘forget about it.’
When no-
You couldn’t just erase it from your mind.
You couldn’t simply snap a finger and ‘forget about it.’
Forget the history the two of you had together?
The attraction that was seemingly only one-sided?
The realization that he had only called you over to his party to fill the space of a friend?
Nah- fuck that shit.
So you weren’t going to forget any of it, just to spite him.
And you decided that for the rest of the night, you’d think about nothing but him.
Be consumed by nothing but him.
Again and again, you’d allow your mind to wander to the fantasies you had of him.
Because then, maybe you’d be able to get back at him - for all of the hurt that he was putting you through without even realizing it, for so very long.
To be continued...
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TOKYO REV.
★ author's fave. ✦ fan faves.
バジ・baji keisuke
playground ─ baji would be damned if he’d never come to your beck and call, especially when his name leaves your lips so sweetly. angst. canon character death. ★
the night we met ─ baji hasn’t changed. won’t. not for you, not for anyone else. angst. breakups.
avant grande ─ baji is just a great friend, helping chifuyu out. he doesn't even like flowers. flowershop!au
ruined kingdoms ─ you are to be married to king kisaki before your father passes but he is not the person you wish to be with. series. knight!baji/half-brother!kazu. royalty!au. ★
mini hc ─ going to the hair salon with baji. fluff.
mini hc ─ working fast food w baji.
spider-baji ─ spider-man has slowly become public enemy no. 1 (to you). spider-man!au. fluff. mentions of injuries and violence.
always ─ does baji believe in soulmates? you do. soulmate!au. angst and fluff. character death and injuries.
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鶴蝶・kakucho
i know the end ─ or now, he’ll remember all he has with you. canon character death. angst.
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羽宮 一虎・kazutora hanemiya
rotten work ─ kazutora thinks his burdens are too much for anyone, especially you. angst.
notes ─ kazutora finds himself frozen in place, feet rooted to the ground at the site of blood. manila!kazu. angst. mentions of violence.
motion sickness ─ he’s taller, now, hair bleached, but it’s still those same wide eyes that meet your own. angst. canon character death.
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九井 一・hajime kokonoi
on again off again ─ you want to burrow yourself under his skin and make home in his bones but he won’t fucking let you. angst. unhealthy relationships.
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佐野 万次郎・manjiro 'mikey' sano
props & mayhem ─ you’re already being lulled to sleep by the beat of his heart and the warmth he provides. bonten!mikey.
kill all your friends ─ you've always been home for mikey, but how long can that last when he's spiraling? manila!mikey. canon character death. mentions of blood and injuries. angst. ★
given the choice ─ you've always liked mikey growing up. how do you tell him years down the line that you've had his kid? bonten!mikey. older bro!draken. character death. pregnancy. angst. ✦
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灰谷 蘭・ran haitani
bruised knuckles & busted lips ─ ran likes knowing he has you to take care of him when he needs. mentions of blood. angst (?)
rainy nights ─ ran lives for the chase you bring about. angst-ish
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佐野 真一郎・shinichiro sano
training wheels ─ mikey wants his own motorbike, shinichiro thinks he needs to learn to ride a regular bike first. fluff.
life with the sano's ─ mini series ft. you dating shinichiro and whatever chaos that comes from that. warnings on post. ★ ✦
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河田 ソウヤ・souya kawata
puppy love ─ souya is is like a dad - says he doesn't want a pet but babies it once it's home. fluff.
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三ツ谷 隆・ takashi mitsuya
for the best ─ the feeling of your hands is scorching, burning the deepest parts of him and settling as a fresh gaping wound in his chest. manila!mitsuya. angst. canon character death. ★
the death of a friend ─ it's easier dive into work than deal with the emotions that come with something so horrible. three deities!mitsuya. canon character death. angst.
mini hc ─ mitsuya vs the coffee brewing in the morning. fluff-ish.
mini hc ─ mitsuya designing dresses for his little girl. fluff.
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今牛 若狭・ wakasa imaushi
babysitter's club ─ shinichiro asks if you can babysit your younger cousin's for the night, and you get to have a late night convo with his pretty friend after. cousin!sano's. drinking. ★ ✦
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マルチ・ multi
tokyo revengers & dating ─ misc dating scenarios w baji, chifuyu, shinichiro. ✦
tokyo revengers && first meetings ─ misc. first times meeting wakasa, kazutora, rindou. ✦
tokyo revengers && haircare ─ misc. letting you do things to draken, mikey, ran's hair. ✦
i'm just ken ─ unrequited love w draken, rindou, wakasa.
hey brother!! ─ the runt of the litter gets a few new guard dogs. sib!haitani's. tenjiku memebers. read warnings.
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Soup Delivery!
A tiny Sun skips over to you with a bowl of warm soup and eagerly offers it to you. Would you accept it?
Sending a tiny Sun this way with some warm soup and with a mini reminder to eat, drink or take a break if you need one! Also wanted to pop in and say I'm a fan of your Cyberpunk au and how much of a bunch of goofs the gang can be. (I've gotten a cackle out of a few of their shenanigans so far and watching Sun trying to keep them from trouble somewhat, the guy is trying his best adhajsgsf-). Looking forward to seeing what comes up next!
I will happily take the soup <333 *pats the little sun on the head*
Hahha that’s so sweet of you! Happy to see you’re enjoying seeing the stellar boys shenanigans as much as I do! <333 I’ll make sure to take care of myself so I wont burden u guys with worry of my being 🥰💕
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Audentes Fortuna Luvat
Summary: A midnight conversation between the two most unlikely people.
Character: Freya 'Mini' MacTavish and Vladimir Makarov.
hint of ghost x freya on the side.
NOTE: This is pretty much a self indulgent, crossover fic between my OC Freya "Mini"MacTavish and @siilvan's OC Petra/Mylène Scholten de Ridder. set in AU of her bloodsport ( and me throwing bit of my own Lady Fortuna worldview into it) where NATO, Mi6 and CIA has decided to put a "leash" on Makarov, using him as a pawn as informant of the underworld. basically under house arrest within Taskforce 141 compound.
Warning: Minors/Under 18s Do not interact. M rated. Talks of violence. I know nothing about weapons and guns. so apologise in advance.
"You need to move your shoulders a bit lower." A voice suddenly appeared behind Freya, making her body twitch, missing the target completely.
Taking a deep breath, closing her eyes to try to calm herself before lowering her rifle,turning around slowly.
"Not someone I expect to see at this hour."
"And you are not the person I expect to see here either." Makarov looked at his nails as he replied nonchalantly, strutting closer towards the shooting table.
Freya tensed. Why is he here by himself? She didn't expect him to have freedom to move around the base, without someone with him, especially not with Myléne by his side. Her hand crawls back towards the rifle, as security. But she knows if anything happens, there's a high chance he will overpower her easily and take her down within minutes.
That is when she wishes she can control her power freely.
" What do you want?" Freya narrows her eyes, eyes darting towards the exit, and back toward him." Already planning to escape from here and pick up where you left off??"
Makarov waved her off. " That isn't on my priority list at the moment."
"Not at the moment? Meaning you still plan to do it at some stage??” Freya pointed out the unspoken intention behind his words.
"Maybe. Maybe not. But like I said previously. I am here for Myléne.”
“Oh, I believe you. When hell freezes over..” Freya laughed in a sarcastic tone.
Makarov sighed dramatically, brows furrowed. "How do I convince you my intentions towards her are real and genuine? I volunteered to surrender myself, to let myself be captured by my biggest rival.."
"It might be part of your bigger plan.” Freya snorted. “Using her to infiltrate into our base,using your charming self to gain our trust before eliminating us one by one.”
" That is true. Clever, Little MacTavish. Very clever. Just like your brother."
"Don't mock me.”
Makarov only grunted, not replying to her retort.
Brief silence descended between the two.
"Why are you at the gun range in the middle of night? You are a medic, you don't really need to work so hard on the combat side of things." He changed the subject, pointing at the rifle on the table behind her back. She tilted her head, regarding him for the moment, trying to sense if he was trying to mock her, before turning back around towards the table, still having one eye on him as she checked the rifle chamber for bullets.
"True. But I want to. " She hummed before starting to talk again,hands moving to dissemble the gun, satisfied with the safety checks. " .. I only got in because of my medical skill, and because of Mi6.” She sighed. Why is she even telling him about this?
“I am no soldier, Makarov. Not like my brother, team mates.” nodding towards him,” or like you. I had to work hard, trying to keep my skills up. I don’t want to be a burden to everyone else. It’s hard work keeping myself alive, in order to keep everyone else alive. I might be lady luck, but the power of my luck hardly extends to me half of the time. Gotta keep my Scottish arse covered."
Makarov laughed at the mention of her mysterious power. " There's no such thing as luck. Only meticulous foreplanning will give you success.”
"We will see next time we all head out on a mission together. " Freya replied,not even offended. She’s used to people laughing at the supernatural aspect of her ability. "And care to explain how both Johnny and I survived after you nearly turned two of us into Swiss cheese.”
"Myléne 's excellent skills. "
"Partly. There is no denying she is an excellent medic, but ,remember,you shot Johnny right in the head.”
Makarov was at a loss for words. She does have a point there.
"And you nearly took out my lung and liver. The two important ingredients for haggis.Both of us should have gone into OHCA right on the spot . And that would have been the end of the famous MacTavish line on that day." She added, laughing at her own morbid joke. “But, we lived on. Continue to be a nuisance to the world.”
This girl has a weird sense of humour. He thought. Just like a certain someone he knows...
Clicking the latch , she closes the gun case and turns towards him, dusting her hands. “All I am trying to say is, keep your mind open. You never know. At least that is what I learnt when I discovered my own ability. Not everything in the world could be explained. At least not yet. “
Makarov nodded his head slightly, one brow cocked up. This little MacTavish never ceases to surprise him since the day they met. Just like John MacTavish, the siblings hide their real selves very well underneath the carefree chaotic façade.
"........ what are you doing here Makarov?" A low voice growled behind him, laced with threat. Makarov clicks his tongue, frowning. Too deep in conversation with the younger MacTavish, he didn’t even notice the balaclava clad Lieutenant entered the room. Even though he knows no one will dare to attack him while he is on base, he still can’t let his guard down.
"He's fine Simon. We just talked. I'm about to leave anyway. " Freya reassured him, drumming her fingers on the case.
Ghost came out from the shadow, he walked toward Freya, taking the case from her and standing between her and Makarov, shielding her from him.
"Practising again? Told you not to come here without me. You know you can ask me for help anytime. It’s not safe to be here by yourself, especially at night time. You never know who you will run into.”Ghost sighed,subtly eyed Makarov, who couldn’t care less if the veiled insult was aimed towards him.
Ghost gave Freya a slight nudge as he picked up the gun case, "Come on. Time for rest. You worked long hours the last few days. I don’t want to hear another story about how you start snoring in the middle of doing your reports." he childed at Freya as she pouted but let him lead her away from the shooting table. Ghost turned towards Makarov, dropping him a warning.
"And I suggest you return to your room before I throw you into the confinement room for walking around the base without a chaperone. Consider this as the one and only friendly gesture I will show you." Because of Freya and Petra. You should be thankful.
"Just taking a midnight stroll. Nothing else." Makarov explained." Relax, I am not going to harm your little Scottish girlfriend there."
"She's not...."
"Hush simon. Ignore him, come on let's go.”Freya gave him a tug, cutting him off. “Nice chatting with you, VLADIMIR. Just remember, if you want to prove if luck is really on my side, you are welcome to join the next mission. “ Freya offered.
“Prove him wrong by not going on mission with him and let him die.” Simon grumbled, eyeing the man with intention to kill.
"Simon! That's not nice!!" Freya scolded.
“I don’t need to be nice to a man that has already killed countless people.”
Freya sighed. But said nothing. She knows Ghost is right. But they can’t touch him right now. Not when there are strict orders that this man still has some use to them.
Also, his relationship with her dearest friend….
The two of them turn and walk towards the door, Ghost’s arm wrapped around her protectively, Freya subconsciously leaning into him.
"Freya." Makarov called out as the door was about to close.
"Humm??" Simon and Freya stopped in their step. She turned her head around slightly.
" ...I wouldn't let any harm come to her. That is something you can trust me on. "Makarov whispered, a slight trace of sincerity slipping through.
Freya lip pressed together, letting out a sigh. " I hope so.” Eyeing him wearily. “I really hope so.”
#call of duty OC#Freya “Mini” MacTavish#Mylène Scholten de Ridder#call of duty#original characters#call of duty original characters#task force 141#cod#cod fanfic#cod original characters#vladimir makarov#cod makarov#call of duty modern warfare 2023#simon ghost riley
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Can I request a mini burden one shot where Ana finds out about the cheating between Nat and R? Maybe she overheard her moms talking about it and Ana asks Nat all these questions like “do u not love mommy?” Or “why?”. Not wanting to lie to Ana, Nat tells her the truth. In the process, she kinda gives closure to R, Nat telling her daughter the truth and that it was a mistake etc. THANK YOU! Sorry if this is too super specific!
Mini Burden
Past Reminder
Summary: Anastasia finds out a secret that has her mind racing with questions.
Warnings: Mentions of past cheating, fluff, comfort, Slight angst?
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You two have been at it for hours now, it all started when the scheduled movie night began, Anastasia's brain was flooded with questions about marriage, princes and princesses. "Mama, did you have fun at your wedding with mommy?" Anastasia turns her head from the tv screen to directly look at Natasha. She ultimately freezes lost in thought as well as caught off guard by the sudden question. When Anastasia's questions arose, Natasha took a back seat letting you answer them all on your own to explain to the five-year-old if her two moms had or would ever have a wedding like the Disney movies do.
"Sweetheart, Me and mama didn't have a wedding." You approach the situation lightly with your response you never know how the young girl will react to things. she stares at you curiously for a moment before she speaks again. "Oh, you and mama didn't have a wedding yet?" you were grateful for her understanding response, but the word "yet" proved that this would be a never-ending battle of questions, questions you truly didn't want to answer right now, or ever but you play along for your sake.
You give her a small smile and a kiss to her cheek lightly pinching it as you pull away. "Alright, you've watched your three movies and now it's time for bed." Of course, she pouts and tries to renegotiate another movie but there was no giving in this time especially after she unknowingly opened the chaotic topic of weddings and marriage in front of Natasha. This was a touchy subject to discuss, you might have budged on other things when it came to Natasha and her mistakes but this one you stayed firm on, and Natasha hates it.
After putting Anastasia to bed, Natasha wasted no time to pester you about it, giving you no room to breathe as she practically followed you through the house becoming your shadow. "Nat for the last time stop bringing it up." You release a deflated sigh, as you toss the bed pillows to the side. Anytime this gets brought up it drains you of your energy. The answer was always the same you were sure that you would never change your mind about it. Natasha being Natasha just wouldn't accept that answer always finding a way to ask for your hand in marriage at random times.
"Why? What's so wrong about me wanting to be a married woman? We've been shacking up long enough." She jokes lightly, after practically sprinting to the bed and shifting her head on your lap as she looks up at you with wanting eyes. "We already talked about this and agreed we wouldn't do the marriage thing, especially not after the Amber situation." You remain calm as you reiterate to her the major problem in you not wanting to be tied to her legally, you had a long time to deal with the emotional abuse you don't think that nagging feeling of her cheating on you again will ever go away no matter how many times she reassures you and marriage would only tear you back down to where you were before Anastasia came into your lives.
"I thought we moved past that?" Natasha's playful act drops in an instant, she hates being reminded of her mistake.
"We did, just like I thought we moved past this idea of us being married." You raise both eyebrows at her to further your point. Natasha was bringing up old conversations that had already been settled, or so you thought. "Well, I've changed you've seen how much I've changed. I'm not the same person that I was back then."
"Yes, I can see that, but It doesn't change how I feel about marrying you, you hurt me. The thought of you kissing her-" Natasha was quick to cut you off. "I never put my lips on her." After listening to her response, she quickly fixes her mistake, going to therapy was starting to payoff. "Right, that doesn't make it better, I'm sorry." During the whole conversation the two of you were so lost that you didn't even notice the small pitter patter of feet that entered your bedroom.
"Mama.." The small voice captures both of your attention sitting up straight in bed while Natasha was set on going near Anastasia.
"Hey monster, what are you doing out of bed?" Anastasia steps back as Natasha walks towards her. frustrated tears build up in her eyes and Natasha feels a huge tug on her heartstrings. She clearly heard some part of this discussion Natasha can't tell if she fully understands what she heard or if she just had a nightmare. Natasha reaches out her hand for comfort and she's quickly rejected. "No, don't touch me!" Anastasia lets her frustration be known as she runs out of the bedroom and runs down the hall to what you assume would be her room. "Ana, sweetie come back!" You gather yourself to get out of bed, but Natasha stops you, she swallows a lump in her throat knowing she would just have to tell her daughter the truth it doesn't matter if she young it important to be honest and have a healthy communication with her daughter. "Don't, I'll go talk to her." you search her gaze for any doubt, that she would be able to handle this on her own, but you trust her decision. only after nodding your head and a quick kiss does she leave the room.
"Monster..."Natasha enters the room and find her daughter buried beneath the cover; in the dark room she can still make out the slight erratic movement of the covers. The cover shifts as the sounds of sniffles bombard Natsha's ears. "Can you talk to me, Stasia?" Natasha tries as she pushes further into the room sitting on the ed of the small bed. the sound of a displeased grunt can be heard, and Natasha knew she'd have her work cut out for her. "Okay, how about you ask me a question and I have to answer it?" she cautiously rubs her hand up and down Anastasia's back. The cover quickly unfolds revealing the young girl, she was always ready to be in charge of things.
"You don't love mommy?" Anastasia wastes no time with getting her questions out. Natasha arches her brows in confusion. "Of course, I do, why would ask me that?"
"Because you made mommy sad!" Anastasia throws one of her many squishmellows at Natasha that she thankfully dodges. "And you kissed another lady!" This time the squishmellow connects contrary to one's belief that could've been enough to knock Natasha off the edge of the bed. "Hey, enough throwing things!" Natasha fixes her appearance after practically getting the wind knocked out of her by a plush toy.
"You're right, I did make mommy sad." Natasha moves closer to Anastasia up the bed.
"Why?"
"I wasn't thinking clearly, I cared more about how other people saw me more than I cared about how much me hanging out with that lady would hurt mommy."
"You were being a poopy head?" Natasha cringes and lightly chuckles at the name calling.
"Yes, I was being a big, massive poopyhead, I had to work really really hard to get Mommy back,
"Mama, where does the lady live?" Anastasia releases a yarn so powerful it almost cut off her question.
"What? why?" Natasha narrows her eyes seemingly taken a back from that question.
"Because I want to throw eggs at her like me and Auntie Lena did to people on Halloween." Anastasia rubs her eyes clearly showing signs of exhaustion. "I thought your aunt said she took you to the small fair?" Natasha raises a questionable eyebrow while Anastasia stares at her blankly and shrugs, never giving anything away she's never one to snitch especially on Yelena. "But to answer your question you don't have to worry about the lady anymore. No one will ever come between me and mommy again, alright?" Anastasia nods her head in understanding. "I have another question." Her voice was becoming more and more soft the longer the discussion went on. "Alright but this is the last one." Natasha gets more comfortable on the bed choosing to place Anastasia in her lap as her back presses against the headboard. "Do you think mommy will marry you one day since you stopped being a shit head?"
"Hey, language! what happened to poopy head?"
"I dunno." she shrugs her shoulders once more, but Natasha truly couldn't be mad at her for swearing right now when she looks like this adorable. "Aunt Yelena calls people that all the time and she told me that I should always say what's on my mind." Natasha hums. "Remind me to have a talk with your aunt Yelena."
"Mama, you didn't answer the question."
"Right, umm I don't know the answer to that question..." Anastasia holds Natasha's shirt as she lays her head on her chest, sleep was truly beginning to take over her body. she mumbles sleepily into her mother's shirt. "I hope mommy forgives you and marries you one day." Natasha softly rubs small circles into Anastasia's back while trying to hold back her emotions. "Me too, Monster, me too." The task of putting Anastasia to bed and heading back to her room proved to be a failure right now as the young girl's death grip on her shirt was unrelenting. Natasha decided to make herself more comfortable since it seems like she'd be sleeping her tonight. Natasha's own exhaustion take over her and as she finally drifts off to sleep. You finally step out of the dark hallway making your presence known with a mission to tuck them into bed. After hearing the whole conversation maybe, you would put the topic of marriage back on the table.
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A list of the most useless random hcs about the twins (ft. Cyrus occasionally) that I've sent to my friend who was cursed with the burden of receiving my visions
- If Acronix, Krux, and Cyrus played monopoly together it would end in arguments between Krux and Cyrus. Acronix is the race car. This is non negotiable.
-Acronix would absolutely attempt to stand on the wall in a gravitron carnival ride
-if you gave Acronix a lazer pointer he would immediately shine it directly into his eyes
- Krux can cook really well, and if in an au where both of the twins get a redemption, I can see him trying to teach Acronix how to cook too
- Acronix and Cyrus would watch Barbieheimer
- in refrence to the Fnaf pizzeria simulator game, Acronix would think the ballpit mini game is the funniest thing ever
-Acronix has the vibes of a cat that you'd have to hold back from stealing your food
-Krux would be godly skilled at tetris
- Acronix would love abbreviating words while texting so he could text Faster but eventually his texts become borderline incomprehensible
-Acronix is a true listener of every type of music. You could put on any genre and he's groovin.
-Acronix would love beyblades and the Beat Saber game
- Acronix would like sour candies and hard candies (because it's a colorful tasty rock you're allowed to eat). Therefore his favorite candy would be a juicy drop pop.
- Krux knows Morse code
-It would be so realistic for Acronix to just get sick during his first week in the modern era due to like. Not being used to the new modern germs or whatever. And to whoever did that one fanfic I'm forgetting your name at the moment I do agree that Acronix would be so dramatic about being sick. Sickly victorian child vibes. He could get the slightest fever and suddenly he's bedridden asking to be brought outside into the sunlight one last time before the illness takes hold
-on a similar thread Acronix is the kind of person who, if you tell him he has internal bleeding, would be like oh okay that's fine, that's where the blood is supposed to be.
-Krux has probably accidentally drank oil a few times while working on his steam bots
- Acronix cannot resist the urge to bite into a glowstick. It's his curse.
- I have concluded that, in terms of beach activities, Acronix would be a Sports In The Sand kind of guy except on a day where the waves were especially strong, he would run in there immediately for the danger. He would probably also end up digging a giant hole just for the hell of it. Krux would be fishing// wants to be on a boat. And tbh Krux would love collecting sea shells as well but hate that sand gets everywhere.
-If you've made it this far here's a bonus doodle
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May i request a ADA Dazai x ADA fem! Reader oneshot? (Hanahaki AU)
Where fem!reader have a pass together working in the PM as friends/ best friend, fem!reader usually hangout at the bar with ango and odasaku, fem! Reader so partner up with Dazai in mission bcz They work well together. They also escape together, when they were with odasaku in his death door.
At present time ADA Fem!reader realizes she likes Dazai, but she remember all the woman he play around with and how he never flirted with fem! Reader, so she never had the courage to confess, thingking she will be just like all the other girl that he just play around with.
She eventually had a hanahaki disease, but even with all the pain, she stays silent, she doesn't want to burden anyone with her problem. Fem! Reader also think it is enough being beside dazai, being his friend.
Pls make this into a oneshot and continue it, and make the ending comfort/ fluffy!
Thank you
this will be a mini series!
I plan to post the first part within the next 12 hours!
also im so sorry for the delay, life hasnt gotten busy, ive moved many times in the past couple years and feeling a bit lost within myself but im finally in a place where i can give myself some stability. hopefully
#bungou stray dogs#bsd#bsd x reader#bungo stray dogs#bungou stray dogs x reader#dazai osamu#dazai x reader
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every summertime ; yang jungwon
pairing: classmate!jungwon x gn!reader
genre: rekindled love, fluff, university!au
warnings: the littlest bit of angst (don't expect me to write actual angst much since i can barely bring myself to read it), jungwon is so unbelievably awkward, major won sunshine agenda, heeseung shows up like.. twice, not proofread, intentional lowercase
word count: 1.45k
a/n: part 2/7 of my song drabble series !! as soon as this song came into my head for jungwon, the plot came so naturally n i was very very excited to write this one :>
you don’t think you could ever forget jungwon.
the two of you met not long after graduating high school, and you can safely say that the following summer was the best of your life. you had never felt such pure love for someone before then, and jungwon made sure it was worth every minute you spent together.
wandering through the city in the middle of the night, messing around on the empty playgrounds, it all felt straight out of a romance film.
at the mention of starting university, you and jungwon decided it was best to end your relationship before classes began, as to not juggle too many stressors. you agreed, but the following weeks you spent preparing for said classes to start felt like such a burden without jungwon's smiles to help you get through it.
you distracted yourself with friends and family, but nothing compared to him.
arriving on campus a little early, you were one of the first students to walk into your calculus class. sitting down in a random seat, you mindlessly watch other students wander throughout the campus. the ambient chatter around you starts to get louder as more students trickle into the room, but there's one voice in particular that catches your attention.
you glance around the classroom, and your eyes widen when you make eye contact with jungwon. his eyes hold the same shock as yours, and you swear there's also a hint of relief and happiness in them too.
it feels like time winds to a halt, and the moment ended as soon as it began. you quickly look back out the window to try and prevent your emotions from rushing to the surface, and you can feel jungwon's apologetic gaze on you before he takes his seat.
"jungwon, what was that look about?"
jungwon's hesitates on his answer, his voice catching in his throat. he doesn't know the best way to respond — given you're within earshot of their conversation, but he's afraid to hurt you further.
"o-oh, no, it was nothing, heeseung hyung, they just looked a little familiar.."
you can only hear mumbles of the conversation between jungwon and his friend, who you can only assume is heeseung, but you don't dare to look back at them again.
not counting your mini staring contest with jungwon, your lecture passes by uneventfully. your first instinct once it ended was to leave the room as fast as you could, and that was exactly what you did. keeping your gaze to the ground as you get up to leave, you swear you can feel jungwon's eyes on you. but before he can even think to say or do anything, you're out the door.
trying to clear your mind from the whiplash of seeing jungwon — you're unsure if you can even refer to him as an 'ex,' since your relationship only lasted a few months — you stop at a cafe on campus for some coffee after your last lecture before walking to a mostly empty park.
sitting down on a bench, you watch students and regular adults alike passing through, some walking their dogs or enjoying the weather with their partners and children. you shut your eyes for a moment and try to relax, basking in the serene atmosphere.
"...hey-"
the sudden voice causes you jump in your seat, startled as you whip around to see who approached you.
"can, uh... can i sit here?"
you watch as jungwon nervously scratches at the nape of his neck, an awkward smile on his lips. filled with the same shock as when you saw him the first time, you nod, afraid your vocal chords would fail if you try to speak. he hesitates before taking a seat next to you while still leaving some space, looking down at his hands as he fiddles with them in his lap.
after a few beats of silence that felt like an eternity, you finally muster up the courage to speak.
"won... why didn't you tell me that you were attending this university..?"
jungwon can't tell what caught him off guard more; the fact that you spoke in the first place, or the fact that you used the nickname you gave him when you two met during the summertime. looking over at you, he already saw your eyes on him, your gaze filled with a mixture of disbelief and sadness.
fighting the urge to close the space between the two of you, jungwon drops his gaze back to his lap. after a moment to find his words, he looks back up at you, his eyes apologetic and his voice soft.
"neither of us mentioned where we were going.. i never considered the fact that we would both attend the same school, but i should've told you. i'm so so sorry, y/n, i never wanted to hurt you."
seeing the tears welling up in your eyes, he doesn't waste a second to pull you into his arms, and you clutch to him as you break down into quiet sobs. with one hand gently rubbing against your back and the other resting on the back of your head, jungwon rests his chin on the crown of your head.
"hey, hey.. please don't cry, y/n, i'm so sorry.. i'll never do something like that to you ever again, i promise. please forgive me.."
mumbling whisper soft apologies and comforting shushes against your hair, he holds you to his chest until he starts to feel your tense form start to relax. your heavy sobs slowly turn to sniffles and shaky breaths, and it isn't for another few minutes before jungwon finally decides to pull away, his hands gently moving to cup your cheeks as he looks into your eyes.
looking back up at jungwon, his eyes are filled with genuine regret as he mouths another "i'm so sorry.." he gently wipes away the last tears staining your cheeks, and a sad smile finds its way to your lips. as you nod, wordlessly accepting his apology, he lets out a relieved sigh and pulls you into another embrace, fighting back his own tears as he softly presses his lips to yours in a long awaited kiss.
"i will never leave you like that again, i swear."
ever since jungwon approached you in the park after your first day of classes, your relationship blossomed back to how it was the summer you met. months and months passed, and you were so glad to feel the pure joy and love you felt for him. however, instead of trips to playgrounds, jungwon loved to drag you to his dorm room — avoiding his roomate at all costs. he refused to tell you why he doesn't want you meeting his friend, so after a while, you just let it go.
coming back to jungwon's dorm after getting dinner together, you get dragged over to the couch to cuddle and watch movies. resting your head on his shoulder, he pulls you close and starts to play one of the movies you had planned to watch. turning to press a chaste kiss to the crown of your head, jungwon's eyes widen at the sight of someone else in the room, going unnoticed by you.
"jungwon-ah, who's this?"
the familiar voice startles you, looking over to see who entered the room.
"oh uh.. hey heeseung hyung..! i didn't think you'd be back yet..."
jungwon chuckles awkardly and you feel his arm tighten around your waist slightly, causing a soft laugh of your own to leave your lips. heeseung eyes the both of you with a suspicious expression, but when he looks you in the eyes, you watch his eyes glint with familiarity and a small smile make its way to his face.
you feel your face flush as jungwon wraps his other arm around you, pulling you closer to him. gathering as much confidence as he can, jungwon presses a soft kiss to your temple before looking up at his friend.
"hyung, this is y/n, my partner. we met the summer after high school. you probably remember them from the first day of calc.."
heeseung chuckles at the reminder and nods, responding with a quick "nice to meet you" as he wanders off, mumbling something along the lines of "i'll leave you two lovebirds be.."
looking back to jungwon, you go to make a comment, but he presses his lips to yours before you can get a single thought out. blushing lightly as he pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours before he moves to speak again, the movie he started already long forgotten as his entire focus is on you.
"i'll fall in love with you more every summertime to come, y/n."
#enhypen drabbles#enhypen fluff#enhypen soft hours#enhypen scenarios#jungwon drabbles#jungwon fluff#jungwon soft hours#jungwon scenarios#Spotify
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More of the... au!
cavemen is a bit of a wrong term to describe all of them. Only the DJs (Debu) are technically cavemen - The Music Men (Zebramen) and Minis (Zebraelves) are in their bronze age.
Making their stripes be everywhere like a zebra was a big brain move tbh. They look so interesting.
I'm disappointed to say that I don't have too much made for the Zebramen, but to be fair, they are pretty much like humans with lots of legs - A lot of their lore is just our lore, but I still have some stuff I thought up
In the first post, I said they found the glowing, Debu mouths to be sacred, and that they draw their dead and their shamans with it. Well, what if that isn't just an artistic choice?
I realize it would make them less shamans and more like divine warriors but what they do is chew bioluminescent fungi that stains their mouth with its glow and also acts as a stimulant, literally endowing them with the strength they saw in the Debu. However, it's also poisonous, and whoever makes the mistake of actually swallowing the fungus after chewing it would get deathly sick and die.
The Zebramen don't actually know it's poisonous and see anyone who falls to it as someone who just wasn't worthy. The divine meth didn't like you, so you have to die...
Also, these warriors are, surprisingly, usually dressed in very drab or green clothing, in order to dissolve the dazzle camouflage effect of their stripes.
The Debu! Sexual dimorphism isn't horribly drastic, but the women do have a furry underside for their young to cling on.
They're the most behind technologically, less because they aren't smart enough for it but more because... they just don't need to.
Their bodies are hardy and are very well adapted to their environment, they're strong enough on their own. They're still cavemen, though to give them credit, they're the ones making the caves and they are farming.
Toolwise they're still using just stone tools and pottery. They do have a slight advantage in their medicinal knowledge as they are mostly herbivorous and know the most on what plants kill you and what plants make your stomacheache better.
They don't have any domesticated animals either (because no beast of burden is big enough for them), they do most of everything themselves. As a matter of fact, they're so good at doing things themselves, they're often the Zebramen and Zebraelves' beasts of burden - teaming up with them to be a mode of transportation and other tasks.
It's very handy to have a big, strong, fast thing that makes its own stable on your side.
Their caves! They make their tunnels themselves. There's a main room and a smaller one for the children, and they have a dedicated Fire Room shaped like a vase and a spout exiting their quarters so the smoke doesn't kill them. This is where they have the most art since everywhere else in their homes is in complete darkness, which is what their glowing mouths are for. Their cheeks are particularly loose in order for them to stretch the corners of their mouth out and look big in the dark.
Speaking of their glowing mouths, they call their kisses "sharing light" :)
extra note: the original art for this was made by the zebramen - made by zebramen in debu homes! Abandoned (or forcefully abandoned) tunnels are often taken up by Zebramen for renovation, and often mark it as such by making footprints on the ceiling with ochre!
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Levi Ackerman 2023 Masterlist
Only for 18 + audiences // ♡ fluff // ☆ smut // !!! angst
Remember! Levi hates art theft.
Oneshots:
!!! Reunited at Last // 2300 words
In restless dreams, he finds you there.
!!! A Side Unseen // 800 words
The first to find you. The last to realize. How much you meant to him.
!!! / ♡ Study Week // 1200 words
Priority Request. Paralyzed by final exams, Levi is your calm and your crutch.
!!! / ☆ Unbroken // 5400 words
He could feel you staring. And indeed, you were. God, he was so fucking beautiful.
☆ Short Skirts and Long Waits // 2100 words
You had dressed yourself up for him more times than you could count, it was time to see what all the fuss was about.
♡ Delicate Haste // 1400 words
Priority Request. The clean freak who would cuddle on the floor with you.
♡ Your Sister in Sina // 1500 words
A dinner to meet your family. An opportunity to discover if Levi is worthy of you.
☆ Only One // 1300 words
Tired, burdened, annoyed by all those “morons” at work. There is only one medicine, and it lies between your legs.
☆ Secret Ties // 1400 words
“Is this why you bought me a tie? And made some excuse to come to work with me today?”
!!! Ready or Not // 2100 words
Memories were impossible to discard. They faded on their own, ready or not.
☆ “So Goddamn Needy” // 1100 words
A recurring paralysis. A recurring cure.
♡ Hi and Please // 5800 words
He asked to be here. You never expected him.
♡ Burning Desires // 2700 words
The sun’s rays and the burn of your stare.
☆ Only One Bed // 10000 words
“Stuffing two adults in one bed, what made you think we’d appreciate that accommodation?” “Given the looks you’ve been giving each other at the office, I thought you might.”
Headcanons:
!!! Rebounding After You // 300 words
!!! Rebounding With You // 300 words
☆ Vocal, Needy, Whiny // 700 words
!!! Falling Out of Love with Him // 300 words
♡ When You are Sick // mini headcanon
♡ When He is Sick // mini headcanon
♡ Volleyball AU // 500 words
☆ Climaxing Voice // 100 words
☆ Masturbation Habits // 300 words
☆ First Night Together // 300 words
☆ Sex Actions // mini headcanon
levi masterlist // main masterlist
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