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mrtwizz · 1 year

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Mastermind M.C.

Pairing: Maven Calore x Reader

Warnings: Elara, that's it shes the warnings, other than that it's just not proof read and manipulation?

Au where Maven isn’t forced to be betrothed to Mare idk ignore the plot of the books for this Word Count: 1.8k

The moment Maven Calore laid eyes on Y/n Tyros he knew he wanted her all for himself. He knew he would do anything for the girl. So he began his scheming, he was vastly different from his mother in many ways. But his scheming to get what he wanted was just like her.

As a child, Maven had no friends. All he had was his mother who had forced him to walk before his tiny body was ready to do so. At one point he had a brother whom he loved, but soon enough his mother had erased all love he may have felt for his brother and father.

So he did what any little boy did, he learned all his mothers tricks for manipulating others and getting what he wanted.

The day where Y/n and Maven truly met was a ball, held for one reason or another. Neither seemed to know nor care. While Cal was being asked to dance by every Lady in the court, Maven danced with one girl the entire night.

From the moment their hands touched, the stars had aligned. The simple touch had lit a fuse of chain reactions. The pair danced for hours before they decided to sneak out of the ballroom.

“Where are we going?” Y/n asked, as Maven pulled her along.

“You’ll see.” Maven said and smiled at the girl.

For a moment all that could be heard in the corridor of the palace was the click of their shoes and small laughs. Soon enough Maven had taken Y/n outside of the palace to a small garden, during the day it was bright and the colors of the plants and flowers shone in the sunlight. But in the light of the moonlight the colors were dull but nonetheless beautiful.

The pair sat down under a tree, neither worried about their dress wear getting dirt on them. Not even Y/n who was wearing an iridescent white gown that looked to change color as the light shone on it.

Y/n looked around, admiring the stars from where they sat while Maven admired Y/n. He took in her jawline, the slope of her nose, the way her eyelashes curled, and how her hair framed her face.

“You’re staring.” Y/n suddenly spoke, finally looking away from the sky to look at Maven who’s face heated up with embarrassment.

“How could I not admire someone as beautiful as you?” The younger prince asked a rhetorical question, and it was Y/n’s turn to blush.

“Shut up.” Was all Y/n was able to mutter before looking away from Maven’s blue eyes.

Maven just chuckled and the two sat in a comfortable silence.

A gust of wind made goosebumps appear on Y/n’s skin and made her shiver a little.

“Cold?” Maven asked, already knowing the answer.

“Only a little?” Y/n responded.

Maven wordlessly removed his jacket that was decorated with different metals or something, Y/n wasn’t really sure what any of them were, and wrapped his jacket around the girl's shoulders. Then he moved closer to her and wrapped an arm around her.Y/n just smiled up at him and laid her head on his shoulder. The two sat there in that position until Y/n fell asleep. Maven realized that there was no use in trying to wake her up, and assumed she would wake up on her own soon after.

Only he was wrong and both of them fell asleep.

Y/n woke up first, Maven was lying on his back and Y/n was lying on his chest. The pair were still on the ground and the sun had begun to rise.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, Maven. Maven wake up.” Y/n gently shook Maven to wake him up, who thankfully woke up easily.

“Oh mother is going to have a field day with this one.” Maven muttered, running a hand through his hair.

The prince and lady quickly got up and brushed as much dirt off of themselves as possible. Maven wrapped his jacket around Y/n’s bare shoulders once more.

“People are going to talk.” Y/n pointed out, standing in front of the younger burner prince.

“People always talk.” Maven laughed.

“No I mean it, imagine if Lady Bolos heard about this one? Imagine the heart attack she’d have.” Y/n laughed at her own joke.

“The horrors, two people sleeping!” Maven clutched at his chest, as if having chest pains.

They walked back into the castle the same way they’d left the night before, only this time Maven walked Y/n to her room.

“Thank you.” Y/n said, gently leaning against the door.

“For what?” Maven asked, eyebrows furrowing.

“Everything.” Y/n shrugged and opened her door and closed it behind her.

The girl left Maven confused and wanting nothing more than to talk to her for hours more.

Weeks passed before the two saw each other again, but first the press had gotten wind of the two sleeping in the garden on the night of the ball.

Prince Maven Calore and Lady Y/n Tyros are rumored to have not slept in their beds the night of the ball.

It has been rumored that the young prince and lady slept in a closed off garden…

“Anything you have to say for yourself, Maven?” Elara’s voice sounded as though it were scolding, but that would mean she had to care about her son for her to scold him.

“We left the ball, your parties have become boring, mother. Y/n and I talked then fell asleep in the garden.” Maven picked up the paper his mother had been reading moments prior.

He scanned through the paper to see what the press had to say, there wasn’t much speculation other than that the two were a couple. Later that day he wrote a letter to Y/n.

Dear Y/n Tyros,

It seems as though we are the new hot couple of the Kingdom. I suppose you were right that people would talk, I do wonder if Lady Bolos has had a heart attack. But all of that aside, I want to see you again. You have plagued my mind, Y/n. When I wake up until I fall asleep you are all I find myself thinking about.

-Sincerely, Maven Calore

Y/n laughed at Maven’s dramatics, and blushed at the knowledge that he had been thinking about her.

Dear Maven Calore,

You have quite the way with words don’t you? You really know just how to make a girl swoon.

Jokes aside, mother is hosting a party next month on the seventh. If you happened to show I wouldn’t turn you away. -Y/n Tyros

For the next month there were many letters exchanged, many letters full of flirting, even more of the two just talking. It was to nobody’s surprise that Prince Maven showed up to the party that night. That night was the second most important night in Maven’s scheming, he already knew he had charmed the girl. Now all he had to do was make it seem effortless the way he loved her.

This night it was Y/n’s turn to tug Maven out onto a balcony, into the moonlight.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this, darling.” Maven spoke with a teasing tone and smile.

“Whatever, we can go back in there if you insist.” Y/n turned to go inside, and Maven grabbed her wrist.

Y/n didn’t say anything and instead moved so she was holding Maven’s hands in her own. A blue flame began to lick at Y/n’s finger tips, she played with the flames with amusement. She always found fire so beautiful.

Maven was always astonished when she did this, and Y/n knew this. But nonetheless it always amazed him to see someone else hold his flame.

“How do you do that?” Maven whispered, cradling Y/n’s hands in his own as her fire danced around in her cupped palms.

“Do what?” Y/n asked, looking up at Maven through hooded eyes.

The moonlight caught her face just right and enhanced her features just right. Maven was in awe of the girl standing before him. It didn’t take a mind reader to know that he was infatuated with the mimic.

“Make everything so beautiful, even my own flame is dull compared to yours.” Maven muttered the last part, knowing she would hear anyway.

“Maven darling, I am mimicking your flame. There’s nothing more beautiful than you, nothing brighter than your flame. You may see yourself as the shadow, but you are the flame itself.” Y/n spoke softly, her own flame died away.

Y/n continued, “Where others seek out your brother or father, I’m only looking for you. The entire world could be on fire, and I would still somehow be looking for you Maven Calore.”

She took a step closer to the boy, desperately wanting to be closer even when there’s no room between the two.

“Do you understand what I’m trying to say Maven? I love you. And I completely understand if this was all some sort of game, but I need you to know that I truly love you. I love you, Maven.” Tears began to well in the young Lady’s eyes, threatening to spill.

He had done it, he had made her love him. Later he would pat himself on the back for being a mastermind, but for now all he could do was be infatuated with the girl in front of him. Maven was caught up in his own mind, the thoughts reeling in his brain.

“It’s okay Maven,” Y/n was kicking herself, she truly thought all the years of her trying to make the prince fall for her had worked. Tears lined her eyes and she desperately tried to keep them at bay long enough to leave Maven’s presence.

Seems as though she read him wrong, she began to pull her hands from his.

“Y/n, no. No I mean, I love you. I’ve been in love with you for months now. From the moment I saw you, I knew that I wanted for you to love me,” to make you love me.

The tears she had been holding in slipped from her eyes, and she laughed a pitiful laugh at her own demise. Maven wrapped his arms around the crying girl as she buried her head in his chest.

All his scheming had worked.

#maven calore x reader #midnights fics #maven calore #red queen #red queen x reader #maven calore imagine #maven calore one shot #red queen imagine #red queen one shot #victoria aveyard

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moonclade · 10 months

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i write mainly for fantasy books || most books i have read are not mentioned here, so if there is a book you want me to write for, please request!

books in bold are the ones i'm most comfortable writing for, majority are books i read years ago, so i'm very rusty

six of crows duology | shadow & bone (1st book only) | king of scars duology

shatter me

keeper of the lost cities

red queen

acotar

crescent city

percy jackson

crave series

twilight

the invisible life of addie larue

mortal engines

skyhunter

warcross

divergent

hunger games

to kill a kingdom

lightlark

will only write CERTAIN prompts with requests for these books:

warriors

wings of fire

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acosmicblizzard · 2 years

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General dating hcs pt.1 (Who Is the Red Queen?)

Links to other parts: Pt.2 (to be written and linked) Characters: Mad Hatter, White Queen, Red Queen.

Warnings: Spoilers for chapter 3 and some chapter 2 content, spoilers for the game in general.

Possible ooc as it is my first time writing for these characters. Don’t repost my writings, reblog instead

Wanna check out my other works? Here’s my Masterlist!

Mad Hatter

Though hatter isolates herself she's truly lonely and exhausted of the eternal teatimes she has. She only has Dormouse and The Hare, well at least the illusion that they're still there with her. So when you came into her life, willing to spend time with her, willing to talk with her, willing to dance at balls and parties and spend the eternal tea times with her feelings very quickly started pouring into her heart. She still hated the eternal teatimes but they became more bearable with you, she felt the urge to sleep despite being scared too, she started drinking a little less. She knew the affect you had on her and was confused at first. But when your feelings went face to face with hers she finally understood. You soon ended up dating the Mad hatter.

Hatter is very, VERY, touch-starved. She barely interacts with people and most are scared away from her due to her insanity. But because you weren't scared and willing got close to her and weren't afraid to touch her after the dance you shared at the duchess's mansion she started craving more of your touch, she wanted to be held in your arms. Now that you're dating hatter absolutely adores cuddles, though she's often the little spoon whenever she feels like it she'll insist that she be the big spoon for once. Seeing you in peace as you sleep while she cuddles you makes her wonder if she could look like that too when she sleeps and not be endlessly tormented in her dreams or fear something bad will happen when she's asleep.

One talent hatter has kept with herself for almost all of her life is making hats! She's loved making hats for most of her live but stopped making as many around when doormouse and hare died. But now that everything has passed and she's slowly started healing, you can be her personal model! She'll make hats of many different shapes, sizes, and colors just for you to wear. The smile that appears on her face after you finish trying on all the 30 hats she made for you in 3 days is 100 percent worth it.

White Queen

Dating the White queen is almost like a enteral vacation. Everything is very relaxed with her and she brings with her a calming aura that seems to calm everything down even in tense situations. You two spend a lot of time in the gardens together, having tea parties, trying out clothes together, and reading.

Every now and then you two get invited to parties or balls and you two always end up dancing together. Dances with the White queen are magical, even if you don't really know what you're doing she'll guide you all the way and even make your stumbles look graceful. She definitely likes dancing way more then she use too because of the dances you two share. It feels like that she could dance with you all night and never let go among the starry sky. The glowing darkness lighting up around you as you waltz in eternal grace.

Being the White Queens girlfriend also means that you keep the majority of her secrets and feelings hidden when she wants, you can look at her face and read how she feels in a second and even if there are a few slip ups it all ends up okay. You know the fact that she slaughtered the red queen and if anyone else were to find out her head would be taken, so you keep that secret locked away eternally. You don't want you girlfriend being killed because of her freeing wonderland from the Red Queens tyrannical rule. Many lost their lives innocents lost their lives from the red queen by just accusations and the red queen paid for her actions with her life. Despite knowing the dark side of things you still don't despise White queen and would gladly walk around wonderland holding her hand for all of time.

Red Queen

You're very special if somehow you ended up dating the Red Queen (Also probably very lucky and insane-). But to each their own I suppose. Red Queen cares about order and justice over all despite her twisted ways of enforcing it and she expects you to follow her order and justice as well as anyone else. While she may let you break one or two laws once the second time she'll send you to the dungeons. She believes it's for your own good and that sending you there will help you understand her way of justice. Unless you really piss her off your chances of getting your head chopped off are very very veryyyy low.

The Red Queen cherishes every single minute second with you, it's not that she's scared she's gonna lose you but it's that she's totally scared that she's gonna lose you. Though she pridefully takes her position of ruler of wonderland, it is a lonely position. She hated eating dinner alone every day, she hated how lonely things would get, she knew some of wonderland despised her but she could care less. But then you appeared in her life, you didn't fear her, despite her insanity you loved her. Now that you've shown her love her twisted brain clung onto it and now it's not letting go until it absolutely has too. Even simple things like working on paperwork together, eating dinner together, or even sleeping together at night, she cherishes it all.

Every morning her long blonde hair becomes a mess due to how much she shifts around in bed and it's a hassle to take care of. Though she may not vocalize it at first she wants you to brush and do her hair, she's curious about what it feels like to let someone else do it for once because she never lets servants touch her gorgeous hair and she wanted to relax a bit more before she had to do her duties as queen. Eventually she vocalized her want and she didn't regret it one bit. Your hands gently brushing and putting the red bow she always wears into her hair was like a dream come true to her and once you finish she'll reward you with a little kiss on the cheek thanking you.

#Who Is the Red Queen?#who is the red queen x reader #White queen #Mad hatter #Red queen #red queen x reader #mad hatter x reader #white queen x reader #wlw #writing #witrq #witrq headcanons #witrq red queen #witrq white queen #witrq x reader #witrq mad hatter

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Being friends with benefits with Bruce, Nightwing, Red Hood and Oliver Queen?

Ah I don't many requests like this for the DC characters. But I feel like I should definitely branch out.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Oliver Queen x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, friends with benefits, hickies, cock riding, aftercare, rough sex, cunnilingus, everyone here is bad at feelings

A/N: I have some ideas for fwb with other fandoms too. Reblog, comment and all that good stuff and let me know what you think. Also DM me if you'd to get on my DC taglist.

Bruce doesn't really do friends with benefits. With him you're either in a committed relationship or you're casual. If you're his friend and you're having sex then assume you've already moved into girlfriend territory. There's no way he can look deeply into your eyes while having sex with you every night and not fall for you. He can't resist you, so you should expect that after every rough pounding there must come gentle cuddles, a very little words. When he goes really rough on you he likes to cool and wash your body with a towel, maybe leaving a few more hickies in the process, not possessive, just admiring you.

Jason likes the arrangement a lot because he doesn't have to lose you as a friend but he also doesn't have to pretend that he's not attracted to you. He's seen you openly gawking at him, he likes it, a lot and at those times he will show off a little extra just to turn you on and afterwards get on his knees to finish what he started. God you taste good on his tongue. Ride his mouth, he can take it, he can hold your legs on his shoulders all night if needed, he just wants to hear you moan for him and be free to leave afterwards with no strings attached, other then your friendship but that's a whole other story.

Dick would agree to it and like it at first but would catch feelings pretty fast. He's already very affectionate towards you and sex just amplified those emotions. It became clear to him that this type of relationship won't work. But he also doesn't want to lose you as a friend. He's conflicted, he fucks you harder then he ever has before, trying to get rid of these feelings before they overwhelm him. He can't stop, he's not getting soft, he just keeps on going until you push him away because your pussy feels so sore. Only then does he notice how many rounds it has been. He didn't mean to go this hard, he just... loves you. There he said it, finally. He's been doing it all backwards and now, now he wants you for real, sex, love, romance all of it.

Oliver has had many friends with benefits in the past. Of course he has, so he figures that it'll be no different with you. Hanging out with you, laughing and throwing jabs at each other one minute, and the next you're on top of him, riding his cock, moaning how amazing he feels, he can't help buckle under your praise, to want to give you everything. Except that wasn't how it should go, you should fuck, leave, and then act casual, that's how it always is. Just casual. No strings attached. Either he underestimated how good your pussy feels or he has a bigger heart then cock because he is giving you heart eyes when you're laying next to each other, happy and spent.

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fcthots · 7 months

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“I swear to you, that as long as I’m alive I won’t let a single soul ever harm you.” with protective upset and slightly unhinged jason would be so so good oh my god. like if something bad happens to reader and he has to get violent to defend her… yeah.

-🧸

You were on you way home, out later than you should have been, but your friend needed moral support after a breakup and you lost track of time.

Unfortunately while both you & Jason's apartment and your friend's were just off the edge of crime alley, your friend's apartment was on the opposite end of you and Jason. All of this is to say, unless you wanted to be out after midnight, you had to pass through crime alley after dark. It was just a five minute walk there, when daylight spared you of most of the dangers of Gotham, but it was pitch black now. You should have driven, but at the time it didn’t seem necessary.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

You walked as fast as possible.

You didn’t even have a purse on you. Your phone was in the leather jacket Jason had bought you as a present and you had 20 dollars stuffed somewhere in your pant pockets.

Were you supposed to turn left here? Yeah, you recognize that streetlamp.

You would call Jason, but your phone is fucking dead and it's not like you were gonna ask your crying friend for a charger. And you didn’t realize how late it had gotten until you stepped outside with no way to get back into your friends apartment.

You were in the home stretch, just in the outskirts of crime alley. Almost freedom.

Never let it be said that you were lucky. All of your luck was used getting your hot ass boyfriend. Luck gone.

The man had a knife and was screaming for your wallet. Your wallet that you did not bring with you.

"Give me the wallet or I'm gonna spill your guts on the fucking ground!"

Just because your boyfriend was scary looking, did not mean you were used to scary men, especially ones that yelled at you. Your hands shook and you weren't sure what to do.

"I don’t have it. All I have is 20 dollars, please."

"That's a fucking lie. I see your jacket. I know that shit is expensive. Lie to me again and I'll slit your throat."

Fuck. If you had to guess, it would be Jason that would find your body. You didn’t want it to be Jason. He wouldn't be able to handle seeing your lifeless eyes. You know what it's like to look into your soulmates lifeless eyes and realize they're gone forever; you were hoping Jason would never have to experience that.

"It's-"

"Tough luck... I guess I could accept other forms of payment."

He bares his teeth in a grin as he sees the look on your face.

"Unless you'd prefer that no one ever finds your body?"

You're really glad you told Jason you loved him before he left for patrol.

The man starts getting closer to you. You can't talk, can't scream, can't think. You were gonna die alone.

You think you mumble out a 'please' before your back hits the wall. His knife was to your throat, but all you could think about was Jason.

There was a bang that you didn’t fully register. Before you could think twice about it, your mugger was on the ground. You didn’t move. You stayed, frozen, silent tears running down your cheeks.

"Shh, it's ok. You're ok. It's me."

You finally focused your eyes and saw the white lenses staring at you, his arms in the air.

You babbled nonsense. You couldn't breathe.

You tried to back away from the man on the floor, but you almost fell. You swore your legs were going to give out. Jason was at your side in less than a second. He lifted you over the bleeding body on the ground, supported your weight as your knees buckled.

He tucked your face into the crook of his neck and you choked on air.

"I've got you. Match my breaths, ok? Good. You're doing great. You're ok, I promise."

All you could manage to get out was his name.

"'M right here. Just breathe. Focus on that for me." His hand cradled the base of your neck.

Eventually you stopped crying. Eventually you could breathe again. Eventually Jason led your face away from his neck to look at you. Your whole body shook. You watched as he drew his hand up to his helmet and heard this hiss and click and he took it off. He took your jaw in one of his hands.

He wiped the splattered blood and tears off your cheeks with a gloved hand, traced the trail of fresh blood and broken skin on your neck from where the knife was pressed against you. “I swear to you, that as long as I’m alive I won’t let a single soul ever harm you.”

You looked into his eyes as they flashed an inhuman green, and you believed him.

Bonus:

"Wait, Jay. Did you just happen to stumble across me?"

"There...may or may not be a tracker in the jacket I bought you... You were in one place for too long."

"I hate that that makes me feel safer."

He smiles apologetically. "I love you."

"I love you too."

#tw: sa mention #tw: sa threat #I am the angst queen #saph’s love letters #jason todd #jason todd x reader #saph’s thots #red hood x reader #jason todd imagine #red hood #jason todd x you #red hood imagine #red hood x you #jason todd angst #jason todd x reader angst #red hood x reader angst #red hood angst #angst #🧸 anon

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yanderelmk · 11 months

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It's my birthday today 😊🎂

How do various yanderes celebrate their darling's birthday?

~💜💫

Oh my gosh happy birthday!! :D For the sake of not running out of space Imma group this together: ☀️MONKEY MEN🌑: They tried to make you a birthday cake...thing is neither of them know how to bake. They had to set their bitterness aside (or- well, they tried to) and the result was Wukong trying to distract you while Macaque scrambled around trying to find you something, even sending out his clones so he could sweep multiple stores at once (while pocketing a few shiny things for himself b/c mfer is a magpie). 🚦TRAFFIC LIGHT TRIO🚦: Mei got you a gift weeks in advance, she stays on top of birthdays. Same for Red Son! MK however didn't remember until the night before because ADHD is a bitch, but he likely ended up drawing a bunch of pictures of you, him, Red Son, and Mei. Mei also has a cake ready b/c she's The Best Ever. The trio's general vibe is just "BFFs 5ever because it's longer than 4" and everyone they care about is given the same treatment. 📖FREE NOODLES🍜: Pigsy is gonna be cookin' up a whole-ass STORM!! All of your favorite foods will be made, and breakfast is definitely served in bed. Dinner's gonna be a whole feast with the cake made extra special. Tang's the type of guy that follows "It's your birthday, so whatever you say goes!" He'll be fully open to trying out something new, and his gift is going to relate to a really niche subject that he knows you absolutely adore. It's likely he's done research to make sure he got the gift just right! 🕷️SPIDER DEMONS🕸️: These four are so wild it's funny. Spider Queen probably used her silk to make you a really fancy outfit, Syntax (who had your birthday set up as a reminder on his phone) probably is gonna give you some kind of drone that can help you out with mundane stuff (you get to name it). Goliath tried to make something, but whatever it is it's gonna be messy...he did his best. Huntsman? Deadass he probably went to go hunt your favorite animal so he could stuff it. If your favorite animal isn't in the area or it's a fictional one catch this extra-ass motherfucker carving a big-ass statue of it.

They had these gifts prepared. They knew your birthday was coming. They still all forgot until the actual day/the night before, for various reasons. Hey, at least the gifts are well-made. ☠️BONE DUO👻: Both the Lady Bone Demon and the Mayor are going to appear on your doorstep at midnight. They have a full day planned with ways to celebrate your birthday and 'no' is not an option. You will be spoiled!! The Mayor's got enough money to take you out in style, probably in his limo to fancy restaurants, most likely one of those rotating ones. The gifts will be exactly what you need, even if you didn't know you needed it yet. Even if it seems odd at first, best to just go along with it. 🪷CELESTIAL SQUAD🌙: Chang'e has a gigantic cake prepared, most likely one layer for each year of your life. She's been working on this for forever!! Nezha helped her prepare a big party on the moon for you. Both of them are likely to gift you presents of Celestial origins (blessed jewelry that protects you from demonic possession, or a very rare book). They might have lost count of their own ages, but they understand how important birthdays are to some people. 🦁THE🐘BROTHERHOOD🦅: They're completely unfamiliar with how mortals celebrate birthdays, but they're going to do their best. Cake? OK sure they can make one (it looks god awful). Presents? Surely any mortal would appreciate dangerous weapons and armor (it's horribly wrapped)! With the whole "listen to the birthday person" thing they might take it too literally. Like if you say "Let's hit the road" they are going to demolish that goddamn road b/c you said to and are the birthday person. Your wishes must be followed. They're trying they really are.

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kingsanddragonsandgods · 20 days

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a/n: this is just the story preface, not yet chapter one. for this fanfic i am keeping mostly the book timeline, but there will be a little bit of show timeline further ahead.

it is a AU which blends aspects of book and show canons but is also a lot of headcanons. i am a bit of a history nerd, so there is bits inspired by real life historical events, i also drawn a lot of inspiration from medieval/renaissence royal courts to write how i imagine life at the Red Keep would be, most numbers i will use in this story are also taken from history (noble households, courtiers, armies, ships and crews etc), as are titles for functions an jobs that are not shown on the show or books. There are a couple of Original Characters that are going to be introduced over time, and a few canon characters that are barely mentioned or not seen at all on the show. additional information: I chose to keep the show's 'ages' for some characters, so, for the sake of the story: Viserys was born in 70 AC, Daemon in 74 AC, Rhaenys in 67 AC, and Aemma and Rhea share the year 76 AC.

word count: 2802

warnings: none for this chapter

“...Princess of Runestone, proved herself in her maiden voyage crossing of the Narrow Sea, six pirate ships gave chase as we crossed through the Stepstones, their inferior ships however were no match for our girl or to our brave crew. We had already sunk three carracks when they choose to surrender the remaining three after sighting Archonei descending upon them. We lock the surviving pirates in the holding cells, and seize their cargo, to my great surprise I was able to ascertain that the cargo on the ships once belonged to none other than the Sea Snake.” Enya reads aloud the letter she received from Ser Orys, her half-brother, coming all the way from Lys, the first stop on his great voyage. “We intend to sell the cargo in Lys, Maester Aldus believes it will yield a great profit, at least 20-times Mother’s initial investment, it seems almost unbelievable that we are only on the first leg of the journey. Gods willing, my next letter home shall be sent from old Volantis. Tell Mother I miss her advice and our morning rides, as I miss your sweet face, and our daily flights. Send my love to everyone home and make sure that young Willam is dedicating himself to his training. Your loving brother, Ser Orys Stone…” Her granddaughter finishes reading her the letter, folding it carefully and putting it inside the hard cover of the book she has next to her on the wheelhouse seat.

How the girl manages to read in the bouncing carriage is something that marvels her, she feels nauseous just watching it.

Elys would have much preferred to have made the journey by ship, but the early spring storms that plague the East Coast they didn't allow them to leave the safety of the harbour.

The lady wouldn't be making the trip if she could help it, she had just come out of mourning period for her dear husband, all she wanted was to be able to take the time to visit her daughters and spend time with her grandchildren before returning to Eyrie to resume supervising her niece's upbringing. But the beginning of spring means Visenya's relocation to the royal court in King's Landing, to spend the spring and summer with her father and paternal family.

Last time her granddaughter was at court was four years before the death of the Old King, whom she had served as cupbearer when he still had the mental faculties to attend the Council. She had been just a child then, the king's favourite great-granddaughter.

Since then, she had blossomed into a stunning beauty, no longer a girl but not yet a woman, striking in that way that only those from the blood of the dragon are.

A beauty worthy of a crown.

A crown she had been promised as a child.

If the gods had been merciful, little Prince Aerion would have survived infancy and today he would be a boy of nearly three and ten, the heir to his father’s throne, betrothed to Visenya by the will of King Jaehaerys. But Aenar died in his cradle, followed by his little brother, Aelor, and two early miscarriages. And her granddaughter lost the her chance at the crown promised to her.

“Do you think Orys can one day surpass the feats of the Sea Snake?” Elys turns her head from the window to look at her granddaughter.

“He might,” Elys candidly admits, “Orys has advantages that Velaryon did not, Archonei being the greatest of them."

Elys had disagreed with her daughter's decision to raise the prince's natural son after the boy's mother died—Orys was, in Elys' opinion, the stain on her daughter's dignity, a bastard child her betrothed fathered on a Royce cousin of lesser consequence, during the feast celebrating the union between Houses Royce and Targaryen—as he grew, the boy proved her wrong in her reservations against him. He was as devoted to Rhea as he was to Visenya, respectfully calling her ‘Mother’ after asking permission to do so, loyal and honourable, dedicating himself to every life opportunity offered by his stepmother.

She would never forget his terror when Visenya's egg hatched in his hands, it was the day he won her over, he had tears in his eyes as he asked Rhea for forgiveness for hatching the dragon as it was not his intention, he went on to say that he had never coveted her sister's egg and that she could have the hatchling. Her daughter just laughed, kissing the boy's head and explaining that the dragon had chosen him.

Jaehaerys was not at all pleased with the accident when Rhea sent a letter informing him of what had happened. Daemon finally took an interest in the dark-haired boy Rowena birthed, flying to the Vale to see the dragon, taking it upon himself to have twenty dragonkeepers sent to Runestones.

“I hope he can accomplish it, for himself and for House Royce." Visenya says looking out the window, pulling back the curtains to get a better look, wrinkling her little nose at the stench that enters the carriage and allowing the curtain to fall closed again. “I had forgotten that the city smells so bad.”

“You better get used to it again." Elys passes a bag of scented salts to the young woman. “Tie it to your wrist, you can smell it when the stench gets too much.”

The slums around the city wall have grown considerably larger than Lady Elys remembered from her last visit so many years before.

People beg with outstretched hands on the road as they see the bronze wheelhouse pass by.

It's a sad sight.

The lady sighs before pulling the small dark wooden chest out from under the bench under Visenya's curious eyes. She takes out a heavy bag of coins and pushes the chest back with her foot, hiding it with her skirt. She signals with her hand for any of the knights escorting them to approach the window. Willam Royce, her nephew by marriage, Gunthor’s youngest boy, and Leofric Corbray squire, is the one to come to her.

She contains a smile as she sees the boy blush when he notices Visenya's curious gaze on him.

It's no secret that the boy is sweet on little Enya—just like half the boys of similar age in Runestone—in another life he would be a good match for the future Lady of Runestone, Willam is handsome, with dark curls and blue eyes, and will probably grow up to be a tall, handsome man, and appease everyone in the family that the next heir would retain the surname Royce without the need for major manoeuvres.

“Lady Aunt." He greets her with a nod, keeping his horse's gallop in sync with the carriage. “My princess.”

Visenya just smiles at him, looking at him from beneath her lashes, which only makes him blush more.

“Willam, my sweet, be a dear and hand out these coins to the people." She passes the heavy bag into his hand.

The squire just nods again, looking once more at the Targaryen princess before doing as his aunt asked of him.

Once he is away and the curtain is closed again, Elys lets out the laugh she forced herself to hold in, lightly slapping her granddaughter's knee in reprimand.

“Shameless flirt!” The Dowager Lady of Runestone pointed her finger at the girl.

“I have to train for court life, don't I?" Visenya says with a naughty tone. “I'm of marriageable age, I have to charm all the beautiful second sons, have them all at my feet asking for my hand, there is no better opportunity than during a season at court.”

A beauty of beauties in all the Seven Kingdoms, if not in all the Known World.

Visenya is slender, nymph-like of body, with very pale white skin dotted with golden freckles—the only inheritance from Rhea in her appearance—, plump lips and pretty pearly teeth, a neat nose, and large eyes of an unusual bluish-lilac shade. Her hair is a beautiful flaxen, a few shades lighter than Elys own, curled and long—she's not sure her granddaughter's hair was ever cut more than a little trim at the ends—now ribboned for practicality during the travel.

Elys remembers vividly the Good Queen Alysanne carrying the baby in her arms during her anointment commenting that little Visenya reminded her of Viserra, the most beautiful of her daughters, in appearance.

“Be careful child, you don't want a reputation, especially in the Red Keep."

“I can be discreet." The girl winks at her grandmother amid giggles.

The wheelhouse takes a while to cross the city from Dragon's Gate to the Red Keep, the guards escorting it thought it better to go around Fleabottom than through it. Especially with the four glitzy wheelhouses carrying the noblewomen and their ladies-in-waiting, and the wagons with their belongings coming right behind, with things that attract the attention of the wrong kind of people.

Their retinue arrives at the Red Keep midday.

There is quite a crowd waiting to receive them. The standard-bearers stop between the carriage and the people waiting, proudly carrying the banners of Houses Targaryen, Royce and Arryn, and the Princess of Runestone personal crest: a pearlescent white dragon with the halved shield with the crests of Royce and Arryn between its claws in a black field with bronze runes around the border.

“Princess Visenya of House Targaryen, heir of Runestone.” The Herald announces her granddaughter, as a guard opens the wheelhouse door for them. “Her Lady Grandmother, Lady Elys of House Arryn, Dowager Lady of Runestone.”

Elys arranges the balzo on top of Visenya's head and centres the small jewel on her forehead, pinching her cheek for a healthy blush before the girl pushes back the linen curtain and leaves with the assistance of a Kingsguard guard.

The lady fixes her own skirt before leaving the wheelhouse behind her granddaughter.

The first person she notices is the Queen, her younger sister, in the light blue silks of her paternal House.

A chill runs down her spine as she looks at her sister.

Despite her Targaryen blood through her mother, Princess Daella, in appearance Aemma is an Arryn, with pale sandy hair, an aquiline nose and light blue eyes. Aemma is only eight and twenty, a few months older than her Rhea, however, she looks like a woman nearly to Elys own age.

She looks emaciated, haggard…sick. The Stranger follows her closely. Her youngest sister would not survive a full-term pregnancy and childbirth, it surprised Elys even that she had lived until this moment, with so many failed pregnancies and increasingly long and painful periods of recovery.

Beside her, giving her his arm for support, is Viserys, the King of the Seven Kingdoms, dressed in silk damask of gold and Tyrosh-purple, his grandfather’s crown upon his brow, looking more youthful and healthier than his younger wife. His silver-gold hair is kept short, following southern fashion which has a great Andal influence, he also sports a silver-gold moustache, so thin and pale it almost disappears on his face.

He is a handsome man, but pales in comparison to his dashing younger brother, especially when the two are side by side.

“Your Graces.” Visenya makes a perfect curtsy to the King and Queen and stands as if the castle belongs to her.

The couple is smiling at the young woman with indulgence.

“You have grown beautiful Visenya.” The king says, his eyes fixed on his niece.

Elys recognizes the expression on his face.

Like any woman who was once young and desired, she recognizes the almost obscene expression when older men look at women young enough to be their daughters and imagine themselves as young as their sons.

The look on a man's face when he lusts after a woman old enough to be his daughter, and who he knows he shouldn't desire.

“Thank you, Your Grace."

“Just stating the truth my dear." In a gallant gesture, the king kisses his niece's hand.

“Brother, stop holding up the line!” The prince’s impatient voice interrupts, causing the King to take his covetous eyes away from his young niece.

Prince Daemon is a tall man, only a few centimetres shorter than his older brother, he keeps his silvery hair long, following the fashion of Old Valyria.

Unlike Viserys's ostentatious clothes, Elys good son is dressed in all black leather, well cut and elegant, but infinitely more subtle than the rest of the court. He carries Dark Sister around his waist, and his only ornament is the livery collar that marks him. as a member of the Small Council and Master of Coin.

Visenya smiles and turns to her father making a new curtsy. “Lord Father.”

“Little dragoness.” There is a smile on the prince's face, he has his hands on his only daughter's shoulders, despite being considered a tall young woman, Visenya looks small next to her father. He puts his forehead to hers, saying something that only she hears, and then kisses her cheek.

“Sister." Elys takes her eyes off the reunion between father and daughter and approaches her sister with her hand outstretched.

“My queen." In a gesture of deference, Elys kisses her sister's pale hand and offers a profound curtsy. “Your Grace.” She bows her head to her good brother.

“Lady Elys, it is good to have you at court again." Viserys says amiable. “I am sure your sisters missed you dearly." He looks at Aemma with a smile and at Lady Amanda Redfort born Arryn, standing next to the queen. “Let's give them time to rest from the road, later we shall have a welcome feast.” The king announces to the court members present, taking the queen's hand in his and guiding her into the castle.

Prince Damon follows them, his arm around his daughter's shoulders, and head tilted toward her as they continue their private conversation. One by one the courtiers follow them, even her ladies and her granddaughter's, Elys nods for them to enter, until only Amanda and her remain in the courtyard.

“How bad is she?"

Amanda approaches until the two are face to face, she looks to the side for a moment, making sure there is no one else around.

Her younger sister, like herself, maintains a youthful appearance, even as they have both now seeing past their forty years of age. It comes with their Upcliff blood, their mother died young, not even thirty years old, yet she still had the appearance of a woman half her age.

Amanda inherited her colouring, beautiful red-gold hair, and blueish grey eyes like a stormy sea.

“The Maestre has already recommended that she not try to get pregnant again after the last miscarriage, she had a difficult time recovering, almost a year," Amanda informs her, there is concern in her eyes “now she is once again with child, and it is taking a toll on her. I don’t believe she will live to see the child.”

“The child will not be born." Lady Elys declares it like a sentence. She can feel it.

“There is more." Amanda says. “The Small Council has been hinting that he should set her aside, that he should marry a queen who can bear him heirs.” She lowers her tone, tilting her head toward her sister. “There are rumours that His Grace had a bastard boy with a courtesan, and he might be discreet, but I know for sure that there are mistresses.”

“Does Aemma knows?”

“I believe so.” She nods. “They are, however, ladies of little consequence, barely noble, daughters of second and third sons, some not even that, daughters of knights and rich merchants,” Amanda explains, “His Grace has a king’s an appetite and a queen constantly bedridden who clearly does not meet his needs.”

“Hm.” It's the only reaction Elys gives.

A tale old as time, men will be men, even the best of them.

Viserys may be gentle and amiable, but he was always a man of appetites, and pious Aemma was never an ardent lover.

Elys blames the Good Queen for her precocious marriage and sheltered upbring, Aemma was just a girl, still playing with dolls.

The marriage was not consummated before her four and tenth nameday, and until then Viserys would entertain himself with whores and courtesans usually in the company of his brother and half a dozen favourites.

“We shall have to stay alert to whom he takes to bed." Elys says, linking her arm with her sister's and directing her into the castle.

“What happens if she dies or is put aside?"

Then perhaps Visenya will have the crown she was promised. And we might yet have a king of our blood on the Iron Throne.

#hotd #house of the dragon #viserys targaryen x reader #viserys married his own niece #viserys targaryen #daemon targaryen #rhea royce #daemon targaryen/rhea royce children #the red queen #AU hotd story

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kalopses-sonderes · 8 months

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Crazy amount of brainrots for Cookie run x Hamilton, we’re just gonna pretend that all the cookies know how to sing-

You’ll be the director of the entire performance, since none of the cookies have ever heard of Hamilton they’ll think you actually created this musical from scratch.

Pure Vanilla or Dark Cacao would play George Washington. Likeeee, they both have been in a war and I fully believe Pure Vanilla will play the part like his life depends on it. His voice would perfectly fit the role to.

Aaron Burr is Red Velvet and nothing can change my mind.

Clotted Cream as the king just makes perfect sense, like the voice would go well for the character and his sass.

Sea Fairy as Angelica, Frost Queen as Peggy, and Moonlight(or Pastry) as Eliza. I stand by this. I absolutely loved Angelica's first actor, Renée Goldsberry. Her voice was just perfect for it. I can imagine Sea Fairy singing her heart out to Satisfied like omg

Capsaicin as Hercules Mulligan!! No one would play the role better than him, prove me wrong.

Oyster as Maria Renyolds, Affogato as James Renyolds?? How we feelin bout that?

Espresso as Lafyette and Eclair as Thomsas Jefferson, Idk it just made perfect sense. Eclair would absolutely love this play and learn the history of the reader's world and the wars and blah blah that went down there.

PLEASE ADD ON TO THIS I need to see other peoples character ideas for this

Im making a genshin version of this soon🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️

#sonder rambles #dark cacao cookie #cookie run #crk #cookie run kingdom #crk x reader #pure vanilla cookie #pure vanilla crk #pure vanilla cookie run kingdom #dark cacao crk #red velvet cookie run #clotted cream crk #sea fairy cookie #frost queen cookie #moonlight cookie #crk capsaicin #crk affogato cookie

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mrtwizz · 1 year

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Red Queen Masterlist

Maven Calore-

Mastermind -

Summary: Maven sees the girl he wants and probably would do whatever he needed to do to get her

Evangeline Samos-

nothing yet...

Mare Barrow-

nothing yet

#maven calore x reader #mare barrow x reader #evangeline samos #evangeline samos x reader #red queen x reader #red queen #war storm #kings cage #glass sword

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glitchylikeslego · 4 days

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Show Me Your Moves! (Chapter 12)

AO3 STORY

Chapter 12 : Teleport

Teleport, if used by a wild Pokemon, allows it to successfully run away from battle. If used by a Pokemon in your own party, the Pokemon will switch out with another, and will fail if the teleporting Pokemon is the only battling Pokemon left.

Your eye twitched as you walked into the street market in search of something Sandy sent you to get.

Curse you and your bad luck.

And now you somehow ended up following Pigsy and Tang through the marketplace. You had stumbled into the two ( curse you back luck!) and after you let it slip that you’ve never been to the market before, the two kindly decided to show you around.

And it was at this point that your feeling of dread from your sleepover came back full force as you realised you were becoming less of a background character and more like a supporting character.

Wonderful.

You spent most of the time zoning out, because by this point, Pigsy was just dragging you and Tang around analysing carrots in excruciating detail.

You spent the next while like that until you came across a very broken down stall.

Spider Queen.

You sneakily manage to dip back into the crowd, neither of them noticing that you had disappeared.

You left the marketplace with the things you had gotten, but your list wasn’t done.

Saving Pigsy and Tang is more important!

“Sandy! Guys!” You barged into the Sea-Crate base, something Sandy had shown you just in case something bad happened.

The three all yelled in shock, seeing you so frazzled. Sandy walks over to you worriedly. “Woah, are you okay?”

“This isn’t about me! Pigsy and Tang are in danger!”

“I knew it!” MK shouted as Mei pulled up the camera footage to replay it.

It showed Pigsy and Tang talking with and following after the Spider Queen, then them falling into the trap she made, then the screens went static.

“Uh, Spider Demon!? Come on. No. Ew, yuck, I hate spiders! Hate, hate, hate! With their eyes and feet and furry butts!” MK whined fearfully.

Ah, you forgot about his arachnophobia…

You sigh. “What do we do now?”

“Only one thing to do! It’s time for Operation Rescue!” Mei declared in determination.

“Operation: Rescue Pigsy and Tang from the nightmare hole!” You laughed before trying to follow after the group, but Mei stopped you.

“Nope! Sorry bestie, but you’ve been too stressed out! So leave this mission to us!” She said.

You pouted, but relented. The only person who knew about your weirdo powers was Sandy, and no one else.

You stayed back, watching as Sandy’s water friendly adventure boat drove off. Now that you thought about it… you’re actually rather thankful you aren't there if Mei really drives it through the city.

But you still wanted to help! Kind of…

You didn’t know why, but you guessed that the HeroicTendencies™ of this world is finally getting to you. Crossing your arms and pouting, you go to sit down, only to just fall butt first onto the floor.

But not butt first onto the metal floor of the sea crate base…

You fall butt first onto stone, and you open your eyes to find yourself surrounded by jagged stones and large webs.

Spider Queen’s base…

HOW THE FU–!

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shadowsndaisies · 9 months

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codename: nightingale - the before masterlist

a collection of blurbs and head cannons and ficlets that take place before season 1!

pre season 1 blurbs/hcs:

robin catching feels (02/21/23)

birdy has a crush (03/20/23)

that time where everyone met birdy (06/22/23)

main masterlist codename: nightingale master post season 1 series teaser season 1 masterlist

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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DC Characters + Arguing

Pairing: Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Diana Prince, Slade Wilson, Clark Kent, Oliver Queen x Reader

Tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, kissing, cuddles, arguments, texting, super power use, teasing

A/N: Damn, the angst is powerful today.

BRUCE

Really cold after an argument. He barely returns your calls and texts and replies with only a few words. Apologizing doesn't come easy to him and even when he does do so all you'll get is an "I'm sorry." and then him trying to slowly cuddle up to you and kiss your cheek a lot. He doesn't like to dwell on the argument but he's really bad as resolving it, which is strange because he's pretty good when talking to his opponents.

JASON

Brooding to hell and back when you argue. Spends a lot of that time on the couch too. When you try to talk to him he'll acknowledge you're there, even hold your hand because at the end of the day he is touch starved but he will keep pouting all the way. Even after you begin kissing he'll tell you that you're wrong and he's right and you kissing him first proves that so... that that!

DICK

Hates leaving after an argument but has to clear his head a little. Fresh air and adrenaline really help him out. Keeps an eye on his phone in case you call him. If you don't then he will text you to let you know when he's coming back. Drops by your favorite store and buys you your favorite dessert. It doesn't work much in the way of apology but it makes the kisses afterwards taste that much sweeter.

DIANA

There will be some broken furniture when she's angry, but by some miracle not of it will be the furniture you bought. Will gladly let you use her lasso on her if you doubt that she's being honestly apologetic. A little over the top maybe but she flies new furniture through the window and makes a big show of it too. Very careful when kissing you, at least when it comes to handling you. The walls... might need some repairing.

SLADE

Not a man you want to get into an argument with honestly. He's scary when he's normal, let alone when he's arguing about something. You're about the only person that can slap him and get away with it without getting your hand cut off for it. But he will tie them over your head when you get down to... settle your differences.

CLARK

Spends most of the time above the clouds to cool off. Of course still keeps an eye out for you, your heartbeat. Once he's calmed down a little he will buy you a whole lot of flowers and if you're still angry at him he really doesn't want you to slap him because that would break your hand and he can't have that. He loves holding and kissing it too much and he would hate to cause you more pain.

OLIVER

Tries to brush past the arguing as quickly as he can. Starts to tease you, tempt you into letting your guard down by kissing your neck and shoulder, massaging you over your clothes. Not a big fan of going to bed angry at each other so would rather stay up all night trying to patch things up then going to sleep knowing you're still angry at each other.

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fcthots · 7 months

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I recently read how difficult bathing Gus is for Jason and the problem with the neighbors. Imagine telling Jason what the neighbors think of him, I wouldn't know how to tell him that the neighbors think he abuses you 😭😭😭 my baby.

Can I take the 💀 emoji? I have some things that I will want to comment on in the future hehe

ofc you can!!

tee hee I love angst

It kills you to see Jason upset, now is no exception.

Your neighbor had knocked on your door, unaware you were on the phone with Jason who was coming up the elevator after dropping Gus off at the vet. It took an hour of trying to get Gus in that carrier, and lots of screaming, blood, and yelling. The call was in your earbud and Jason went silent to listen as your neighbor spoke.

She had asked if he was home and when you said no, she replied "Good. I want you to know that I can hear it every time he abuses you. I knew he was no good the first night I met him. Piece of shit likes abusing you, I fucking know it."

You heard the sound of Jason hanging up the phone. Fuck.

"No, you don’t understand," you tried to cut her off, but Jason walked out the elevator looking like a kicked puppy.

Your neighbor smiled and pretended you just made a hilarious joke the moment Jason came into view. They muttered out some "Nice talking with you," before before slinking back into the neighboring apartment.

You turn to Jason, his head hanging low and his eyes not meeting yours.

You open the door for him and he walks inside.

He immediately begins to break down.

"Oh, baby," you mutter, "c'mere."

He turns faster than you think you've ever seen him and he wraps his arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

You stay like that for a minute.

"Can we move to the couch?"

He takes a minute, wordlessly removing his face. You untangle his arms and walk to sit on the couch, slapping your thigh in a 'come here' motion.

He nervously walks over before collapsing with his face in your lap still silently crying. You try to soothe him by running your fingers through his hair and tracing patterns on the visible side of his face.

Eventually he brokenly pipes up, "You know I'd never do that to you, right?"

You make your voice as soft as possible and rub up and down his shoulders. "I know, baby. I know. I trust you with my life. You'd never intentionally hurt me."

He cries harder. "I swear I'd never hurt you."

"I know. It's ok. You're ok. I promise."

#I am the angst queen #saph’s love letters #jason todd #jason todd x reader #saph’s thots #red hood #red hood x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd x you #💀 anon #jason todd angst #red hood angst #red hood imagine #red hood x you #red hood x reader angst #jason todd x reader angst #angst

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saltnseas · 3 months

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Navigation

izzy | entp |

who I write for:

acotar: azriel, rhysand, cassian

harry potter: harry potter, draco malfoy, theodore nott, blaise zabini, tom riddle, lorenzo berkshire, mattheo riddle

red queen: cal calore

willy wonka (2023): willy wonka

dc: bruce, damian

dance of thieves: jase ballenger

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yanderelmk · 1 year

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Question for the yandere college Au:

What would happen if Y/N had a cleaning shift in the afternoon? (That shift turn that some students have to do after or before class stuff) I mean, they have to clean up after class and after everyone left

even if Y/N told them that they don't need help and is fine with themselves (In a good way of course, not being rude)

Who would help them?

-♈️

Y/N better grab Macaque and Wukong, those mother fuckers have cloning magic they could have the whole school cleaned within the hour. Wukong might grumble a bit playfully, but he'd definitely help, intentionally taking on the heavier lifting so they don't strain themselves. Macaque is gonna try to one-up him by having more of his clones do work...and then the whole school's gonna be spotless because they got overzealous. Dumbasses (but they're your dumbasses). I can see Azure wanting to help b/c he is just Chivalrous Like That. Yellowtusk as well! Peng is more to Wukong and Macaque except he'd look at them and go "How childish". He'd only jokingly challenge Azure to see who can clean more rooms faster with Yellowtusk refereeing to make sure they don't go overboard. Traffic Light Trio are menaces, they'd want to help but end up causing absolute HAVOC when Mei throws a wet sponge that hits the back of Red Son's head. Red Son, then in retaliation, tried to yeet dirty mop water at Mei but she ducked and MK got splashed...thus The War Was On The Spider Queen cannot be bothered to help she's hiding in the bathroom doing her nails dfkjdhkj she'd tell you to just hang out with her and she'll have her boys take care of it. Said boys do not like cleaning. Syntax likes putting things in their proper place so it's not as bad for him, but Goliath gets bored super easily and Huntsman doesn't even clean his own dorm room why would he ever clean up the school? If you use puppy eyes they'd be swayed, though. Nezha is a Good Boi he always helps out with cleaning. Actually I think he and Tang are tied for who's the biggest Teacher's Pet it's so cute,,, Sandy out here leaving lil flowers from the Gardening Club on everyone's desks just so they have a good day 😭

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nyrasbloodyclover · 4 months

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when the lights go down (maven calore x reader)

cw: nightmares, hurt/comfort

a/n: this is my first ever fanfiction i think, originally posted on ao3

I got up, gasping for air, not being able to see clearly. The room spun in front of my eyes making me sick to the stomach. I desperatly needed to puke.

I was almost used to it by now. Waking up in sweat with fear that just behing my closed bedroom doors death is waiting. That's what years of terror did to a person. War was cruel and had no mercy towards anyone.

I brought shaky hands to my wet face- from sweat but now burning tears slid down my cheeks as i let out quiet sobs. It was so stupid but understandable at the same time. In front of my eyes—it was so real i couldn't breathe sometimes— i was losing everyone i loved all over again. Everyone i cared about on the verge of death. I saw him, barely breathing, silver blood sliding down his neck—dying—and i just stood there, not being able to do anything.

I had never even admitted that to him- my feelings or the nightmares because i knew his mother took all of it from him. He wouldn't understand so it was all pointless.

The memory, not real, and it will never be real, i swore to myself, made my chest hurt, i started sobbing even harder this time.

And it was desperation or need for comfort that made me get out of that haunted place i called my bedroom and walk out the door.

The marble floors were cold underneath my bare feet as i walked slowly still with tears in my eyes.

The palace was huge and anyone could get lost in it, even me, but there was one path i always knew- towards him. Maven's chambers stood out to the rest of the palace, at least to me. Anytime i was with him i felt as if no one could hurt me. Like i was safe from the rest of the world. In his head we probably weren't that close, but i could comfort myself by pretending.

I was still convinced this was one big mistake, but now that i found myself in front of big doors that led to his private rooms, i couldn't go back. Maybe he will toss me out, laugh at how weak i am, after all we lived through the same experience.

I didn't care. All i wanted is to at least see his face or hear his voice, no matter what he was saying to me. So i knocked once and secretly prayed that he wouldn't hear me. If he doesn't open i will have to suffer alone for the rest of the night, afraid to close my eyes. It was familiar to me that my sleep was cursed by nightmares. It would be easier than to appear weak in his eyes.

But no one heard my prayers as he opened the large woden doors. I tried to wipe my tears as much as i could.

His eyes were still half closed, soft white shirt crinkled from sleep and hair rustled. He didn't seem very happy that someone woke him up. He looked so unfamiliar to me in that moment because i was so used to his organized-put together self. If i hadn't been so miserable i would even laugh.

At the sight of me it was like someone had sobered him up.

"What are you doing here?"

"I couldn't sleep." My voice was weak. It was the longest explanation i could give him.

After studying m for a moment Maven crooked his head, "Are you okay?" He spoke gently, like i was some wounded animal that needed his saving. And in some way, i really was.The look on his face made me know that he was aware of my cursed dreams

That was it, i thought, my breaking point. Something really cracked in my chest as i practically threw myself at him.

He was caught off guard he froze for a moment. I didn't care if he's going to mock me for the rest of my excistance for this, i needed it, needed him.

Few seconds passed and he relaxed a bit wrapping his slender but strong arms around me. Then i started sobbing into his chest.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He whispered into my hair, "What happened?"

He closed the door behind me and guided me to the edge of his bed. I sat down and he kneeled beside me, looking up with his blue eyes, searching for the answer.

"I watched you die," my voice cracked mid-sentance making it sound even more painful. And when he realized what i said his eyes grew wide. I wasn't sure what was going through his head now, but i still continued, "I watched you die, and i wasn't able to do anything—"

Now was my time to feel caught off guard as he took me into his arms. I never saw Maven hug another human being, but he should do it more often because now, he held me so i don't break.

"I am alive," his hand brushed the back of my head, "I am alive because of you, don't ever doubt that." His words made me sob harder into his chest.

His scent consumed me as i closed my eyes against him.

Maven never broke the hug and we sat there, in the dark of his room, until i parted us and looked at his beautiful, beautiful face.

"I hate nightmares," i said after minutes of silence. "Sometimes, i wish your mother took them from me too."

He frowned at that, still holding my hands, "She took my nightmares, yes, but with them she robbed me of my ability to love, to care."

His fingers traced invisible patterns on the back of my hand. He wasn't looking at me. "Sometimes, you make me forget that." And i felt as if my heart was beating again.

I didn't know what to do after that. Did i get the comfort i wanted? I wasn't sure, but his words did make me feel better, so i got up and started walking towards the door. I hope our relationship wouldn't change much after tonight. I knew i would feel stupid and even more miserable in the morning but i guess it was worth it.

Then suddenly i felt the burning hand around my wrist, "Why are you leaving?"

Did he want me to stay? "Well, i tho—"

"You thought wrong. Come here," he said as he pulled me closer to him, and under the red covers.

I layed my head on the burner prince's chest that rose and fell with each of his breaths. The proof that he was alive. Alive and well and beside me.

After a while, when the lights completely went down, i wasn't sure if i was asleep yet but i heard him whisper, "I will take your nightmares if it means you'll sleep peacefully."

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