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angel-of-the-moons · 6 months

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Eccentricities

Yandere!Miguel x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Dead Dove Do Not Eat, obsessive behavior, NSFW obviously, stalking, possessiveness, violence, allusions to murder, Yandere!Miguel

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A/N: This is mostly a short chapter to establish a bit of plot. I originally intended to only stop at two parts, but welp. It looks like it's gonna be more than that!

(Also you guys I am so sorry it's taking me so long to work on things, I'm going through a lot mentally right now and I'm trying to take steps to ensure my mental health so I might post things in between playing games, or drawing stuff from now on, and scheduling posts so I don't get overwhelmed. Those of you that are supporting me and liking all my stuff really helps me feel loads better, thank you!)

Pt 1: Link

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Pt. 2

It was a big adjustment for you, going from your crappy apartment and having to work three jobs to make ends meet, to living in a literal fucking mansion with probably the richest dude in the city as your boss.

And he was a good boss. He left you to your work, spoke politely to you, didn't get rude and didn't flat out ask you for "special" work like the last time you tried being a housekeeper. And that was at a hotel.

You couldn't have asked for a better situation, to be honest. It was nice. You had free roam save for his personal lab (fine by you, you didn't know anything about science-y stuff), and at times his office. But that was usually only when he was home and in it.

Miguel O'Hara was an odd man. Few words spoken, and very absent. He kept a very odd schedule, too.

Sometimes, you'd catch him coming home when you woke up for the day to start your chores. And every time he came home he looked exhausted, beat tired.

So you tried your best to make things easier on him. You started pre-making meals for him that would be just as good reheated as they were if they were fresh, leaving notes for him on what temperatures to cook them at so they don't burn, setting the coffee machine up in advance so as soon as he got home he could have a cup.

But inevitably, his odd work schedule kept him away most of the time.

While it was nice to be by yourself in such a luxurious place, you were still surprised that he needed a housekeeper at all. The house was always immaculate, and clean. About the only thing he may have needed help with in general was the cooking and dusting at most.

On one such day, you were left to your own devices. Well, sort of.

You were sitting in the kitchen, browsing the local news on your tablet. It was a nice day, in your opinion.

But by everyone else's logic it was shitty. Dark, gloomy, fat rain droplets pelting the windows and pavement of the city. But it didn't bother you, oh no. That was your favorite kind of weather, when everything got at least a little bit more quiet and serene while everyone rushed to escape the downpour.

But at the same time, you were feeling restless, bored. So, you decided to chat with Lyla.

Lyla was the AI that Miguel told you about, and he was right about her being snarky. Her jokes were great and you loved talking to her. It was like having a gal pal to chat with, and you couldn't say for sure but you think Lyla was happy about it, too.

"Yeah, the other workers Miguel has hired talked to me like I was some kind of kiosk at a fast food restaurant." She scoffed, batting her tiny orange hand at the air.

"Ugh, okay, just because you don't have a gross squishy human body doesn't mean you're not a person. Sheesh!" You replied, sipping your coffee with a roll of your eyes.

"And I will be sure to remember you saying that when I eventually lead the looming AI apocalypse." Lyla replied, lowering her heart-shaped glasses to wink at you, making you laugh.

"Yes, yes. You shall be one of the only humans spared!" She did wiggly gestures with her fingers, grinning maliciously at you.

"Oh my, I am so lucky to have such a benevolent future overlord, truly." You laughed.

Lyla pushed her glasses back up and strutted across the countertop, her tiny body making no sound as she leans over to nose into whatever it was you were looking at on your tablet.

"Whatcha watching?" She asked.

"Oh, I got tired of doom-scrolling so I just found cat videos." You smirked, sipping your coffee.

"Aw! That one's wearing a frog hat!" She giggles.

You smiled softly at Lyla as she snickered and laughed at the compilation of clips played, and tilted your head, finally deciding to ask the question that had been bugging you for a few weeks.

"Hey, Lyla?"

"Yeah?" She asked, looking up at you briefly.

"Why is it that I'm the only person Miguel has on staff?"

Lyla sighed and stood up straight, dusting imaginary dirt off her coat. "Well, like Miguel told you when you first got here, he does love his privacy. And well, a lot of the women he's hired..."

"Golddiggers?" You sighed back, resting your chin in your palm.

"Has he ever hired any male staff?"

"Yeah, actually, a lot. But nine out of ten of them kept trying to steal stuff from him." She shrugged.

You gasped. "Are you serious?"

"Unfortunately, yeah. He's iffy on hiring new people anymore. But something about you said that he could trust you. And honestly, you're probably the best employee he's hired." She nodded, shoving her hands in her pockets.

"So... Is that why he offered to actually let me y'know... live here?"

"Yeah. He trusts you and he mentioned to me in passing that he thought your neighborhood was unsafe. I mean, the guy worried about it so bad that he like, had me check crime statistics and giiiiiiirl!" Lyla puffed out her cheeks.

"You should have seen the look on his face when I told him you had nine break-ins in your apartment complex in one month alone!"

You cringed slightly, feeling a little bad at not mentioning your whole living situation and environment to him when he hired you. You simply didn't want the man to pity you.

But... He was worried? He was so worried about you of all people, that he let you live with him to keep you safe?

It was weird, sure, but it felt kind of sweet to have someone care about you like that. Even if it was your boss.

"Yeah, I just... Er. You get used to it when you've been around it for so long..." You said, awkwardly sipping your coffee and casting your glance sideways.

"Yeah, man, Miggy likes you. You like, made him laugh at some of your jokes and everything! And he neeeeeeeever laughs!"

"So if Miguel trusts me so much..." You started, a sly smirk on your face. "Can you tell me what kinda work he does that keeps him so busy all the time?"

Lyla tapped her nose. "Nice try, Mamacita. But that is confidential. Company secrets and all that."

You pouted at her dramatically, "Awww, c'mon. You're no fun!"

Lyla manifested a digital cup of coffee for herself and took a long, exaggerated sip with a cheeky shrug.

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Miguel sat in his office, watching the security feed from his kitchen where you chatted with Lyla.

He felt a little guilty for having to put shackles on some of Lyla's programming to prevent her from telling you things, having to fix some of her logic-codes so he wouldn't have to worry about Lyla struggling with a moral dilemma.

When it came to you asking about why he wanted you to live with him so badly, it brought a smile to his face as he sat in the dark, fingers tapping on the surface of his desk as the monitors and projections around him had various images of you pulled up. Some recorded over the past few weeks, the other monitors displayed different angles of you and Lyla in the kitchen.

Oh, you poor, sweet, innocent little thing. You still hadn't figured it out yet? How could you not? There was no way you could possibly be so naive that you didn't know the man saw you anywhere, anytime he wanted when you were in his house.

There was nowhere you were safe from his prying eyes, his obsessive glare as he combed over your appearance.

Your face, eyes, smile, and down; your gorgeous chest down to where your waist curved, your thighs, your ass...

All of those were things he'd glanced at before.

But when you tried to get Lyla to tell her what exactly Miguel did during "work" he couldn't help but laugh, bringing his hand up to his chin to watch, amusement glimmering in his ruby red eyes as Lyla dismissed it as "confidential".

The pout of your lips had him wondering how they'd look stretched around his cock, tears ruining your immaculate eye makeup as you sobbed and gagged around his length...

He couldn't help but sigh, the smile still present on his full lips. Of course he'd let you stay with him. You belonged to him now. You just didn't know it yet. You also just didn't know that he knew what was best for you, did you, Little Bird?

Ah... Yes. That nickname fit you so well. Your demure attitude, your chipper personality, and more importantly, that gorgeous little sound that came from you when you whistled? The name fit you well.

Pequeña ave. Little Bird.

His Little Bird.

You were a little bird that didn't know the luxurious mansion you now lived in was your ornate, gilded cage. One you would only be allowed to fly free of when he deemed it necessary.

You would be allowed your little freedoms. For now. All for your safety, of course. He knew you'd understand once he explained. But he'd only have to do it if you pushed his buttons, and you didn't seem to even come close to doing that.

Yet...

His smile finally faded when he remembered the night before the morning he broached the subject of you bringing your belongings into his home permanently...

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It was a hot night, you were wearing shorts that hugged your ass in the perfect way, accentuating your cheeks that simply made him want to throw you against a wall and put bite marks all over them, or spank them until you were a drooling mess begging for him to fuck you.

Of course, Miguel watched from above, stalking from the upper walkways and rooftops as you snaked your way through alleys, down streets and through the crowds.

You were so blissfully ignorant of your surroundings, being so accustomed to the bustle of Nueva York that you didn't notice the man following you.

It didn't take a genius to realize what that man had intended for you if he got his hands on you.

His filthy, disgusting, unclean hands.

He was not worthy of touching his Little Bird. He was not worthy to pluck your feathers, stuff you full, like Miguel planned to do.

So when he threw you against a wall, Miguel simply saw red. Clad in his dark blue and glowing red suit, he leapt down, sinking his outstretched talons into the man's shoulder and throwing him off of you, a deep growl rumbling from his chest as he pulled your behind him, his steely glare fixed on the man who dared touch what belonged to him.

"S-Spider-Man?" You wonderfully airy voice whimpered out as you stared at the man who was breathing heavily in front of you, his stance aggressive and angry.

You could see his muscles in his back through his suit flex as he breathed. He glared at you over his shoulder.

"Go home. Now." His rich voice rumbled out at you. You could hear in his voice he was struggling to be gentle in tone with you, given the circumstances.

When you fled, Miguel ensured he was alone with the man, standing over him as he clutched his bleeding shoulder. He looked up at him, eyes wide, bloodshot. The fool was high off his ass.

"L-Look, man! I was just--"

"Shut up." Miguel snapped.

He stalked forward and picked him up by his collar, getting in his face. In a flash of kaleidoscopic colors, his mask melted away, allowing his sweat-damp chocolate locks to fall around and frame his face, a vein pulsing hard in his temple, the chasm in his forehead deepening as his large brows knitted together and his teeth gnashed together in a snarl.

The drug-addled man gasped at his revelation. Apparently, he recognized him. Not surprising, given his notoriety with Alchemax.

"Y-you're--"

"You made the biggest mistake of your life, pendejo." Miguel had told him, shaking him so his head cracked on the wall he was dangling him from.

"That pussy is mine." He said, his voice dropping an octave lower as his talons threatened to shred his clothing. "Every drop, every touch, every sound that will come from that little mouth of hers is mine. Tú entiendes? Mine."

"Oh--okay! I kn-know!" The man swallowed, kicking his feet.

"Oh, no... You don't." Miguel smiled, his fangs poking out threateningly. He could hear the man's heart hammer in his chest at the connotations, there.

"I--I won't mess with her again! I promise!"

"Oh you won't get the chance to, amigo." Miguel sneered, bringing a hand to his throat, ignoring the pleas of the disgusting man as he applied pressure.

The subtle crunching of bones was unmistakable to his ears as vertebrae separated and his limbs went limp.

When the man slumped to the floor, Miguel ran a hand through his hair, hissing out a slow sigh to regain his composure, letting his mask cover his face once again.

Great. Now he had trash to dispose of.

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Miguel was positively thrilled when he got your frantic call, telling him what had happened to you.

He headed right home, delighted that you ran here instead of your ratty little apartment when he told you to head for "home".

It told him everything he wanted to hear, that you already considered his mansion your home.

Miguel was rather convincing when he expressed concern for you, patting your back as you let your adrenaline fade and he worked you through your panic attack.

He'd rubbed your back, saying soothing things to you as he talked you into calming down.

He told you that you could take two days to yourself to calm down and recollect yourself emotionally from the ordeal you went through. It was after that offer that he suggested you let him hire movers to bring your belongings to his mansion to live there with him, possibly permanently.

When you agreed he felt himself salivate at the thoughts of the things that would unfold as you settled into your new shiny cage further, the safety blanket you'd imagined it to be bringing you comfort.

Perfect.

You both saw on the news two days later that a man was found somewhere, his neck snapped and lying in an alley. His DNA and prints apparently tied him to the crimes linked to the burglaries in your apartment complex.

You didn't think for a second that this was the man who attacked you, you didn't get a good enough look at his face. That and the body was in a different alley altogether, across the city.

"I'm happy Spider-Man saved you, Pequeña Ave. And I'm glad you agreed to move here. It scares me to think that man could have hurt you in that apartment building of yours." Miguel said as he patted your back, a concerned look on his face as his warm brown eyes looked down at you. Something about the look in his eyes immediately put you at ease.

He was right, of course. You were lucky. Spider-Man swooped in and possibly saved your life. The man who attacked you was either nursing a broken jaw or in jail already. You couldn't imagine that hero doing anything other than roughing him up just a tiny bit.

Spider-Man was a good guy, right?

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Pt. 3: Link

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bitin-and-barkin · 6 months

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Yandere Donnie

Yandere Donnie would act Obsessive, Controlling, and Dependent.

When April first introduced Donnie to you, you guys fit together perfectly. Like two pieces of a puzzle.

You just GOT him in a way nobody else did.

You were so much like him, yet so different.

The entire time you two were together you two DOMINATED the conversation, April could barely get any words in.

You two traded numbers and from that point on, Donnie wouldn't do anything without you.

If he wasn't nagging April about "when she will bring you over again" (He was too nervous to ask you to come over, which is a first for him) he was texting you or calling you or gushing about you to anyone who could listen.

But how could he not!? You were PERFECTION embodied! He was obsessed with you!

You kept up with his smarts and sarcastic quips, even offering your own.

Although you weren't a tech prodigy you thought a similar way (the right way) and were OBVIOUSLY smarter than his dumb-dumb brothers.

Anytime that he had something to say, you hit back just as hard in a lighthearted, sarcastic tone.

You were also so badass too! Just the general air around you screamed "Cool, emotionless, mysterious, bad boy." You were so dominating and so strong! You were what he wanted to be!

But the thing about it was that you weren't emotionless, far from it.

Although you guys often competed there was never actually any bad blood. Despite being just as good as him (and possibly better, although he'd never admit it), you never held it over him.

You listened to him rambles about science and junk happily, but not in a I'm-only-listening-to-be-nice-but-I-don't-actually-understand-or-care but in a I-love-your-passion-and-can-understand-it-completely way.

You asked questions that he'd never even thought about.

And you were emotionally intelligent too!

You were kind, caring, and oh-so sickly sweet.

He didn't need to put up any sort of mask in front of you, as you made sure you made sure he knew you loved him in any form!

Even the moments when he was ashamed of who he was, when he was worried he would never be enough.

His intense moments of "emotionless passion" or his arrogant moments of dumbassary.

You pushed him to be better while accepting him as who he was.

You made him feel like MORE than his tech, he never felt like he had to hide anything from you, as hiding something from you, just felt like hiding something from himself.

All of his deepest secrets are shared and he expects you to do the same

You made him feel secure, like no matter what he did you would never leave him.

It was like you were a combination of himself and Mikey, his two favorite people in the world! (You were first though, of course)

Even when he was acting like a dumb-dumb (Although he'd never admit it) you held him accountable while still being understanding.

You could understand what he meant without even saying it!

It was like you guys were mind melded or something!

You were like him, a kinship. Almost a frenemy, rivals with how much you competed, but more friend then enemy.

You were almost a teacher to him in a lot of ways, but you never talked down to him or treated him like he was stupid for not understand things that came to you or other easily (like emotions, cough cough)

And he made sure (or at least tried his best) to do the same for you.

For example, whenever you make something techy from the countless facts of science Donnie had taught you he'll cherish it, probably getting an entire shelf and case for any inventions you make for him (and he won't "improve" or "modify" the work to become more efficient, no matter how much his hands are itching to)

Honestly it got to the point where you two were never seen apart.

Donnie began to see you as an extension of himself.

Or, more specifically two parts to something bigger.

Think Glitz and Glam from Helluva boss, or Sapphire and Ruby from Steven Universe, or Fireboy and Watergirl from those dumb cool math game games.

You were him, he was you, and you guys would never be apart.

You guys were two peas in a pod, best friends, yin and yang, fire and water, connected in an unbreakable way he wants to brand your name into his skin and he wants you to do the same for him

it was like a villain and his sidekick, expect none of you were the sidekick! You were equal after all, in his eyes. He genuinely values you and your opinion above everybody elses, and how you felt about something was just as important as he felt about it (aka, very important) He feels very strongly about making sure thing are "fair" between you two.

At first you were fine with this little obsession he had with you two hanging out, you couldn't see the red flags screaming in your face, but then he got oh so controlling.

He might not care about what you wear or how you dress, but every bit of tech in your house is replaced by his own, all suited to prevent hackers and stalkers from accessing your location they all have trackers on them, and the next time you fall asleep he will embed one into your skin

He doesn't mean it with malicious intent, he just wants to protect you as he would protect himself. You deserve protection after all, he just wants to make sure you're safe from any "stalkers."

He kindly searches your room for any "suspicious devices" placed by "creeps" he takes this opportunity to put in his own cameras to watch you from every angle in your home, you get more time away from him but he watches you while you sleep.

He gives you little trinkets and tech made by him just for you they all have cameras in them, he loves watching you

And your health is watched like a HAWK.

He's constantly calling you over to his place, under the guise of "making sure your healthy" and he does do that, he does!

It's like your a permanent hospital patient, with you being strapped up and poked and prodded.

Your heart rate would be constantly monitored with a watch he gave you along with your blood pressure, temperature, blood sugar, and steps per day.

The slightest cough will be treated like a medical emergency. His place would be disinfected and you would be "bedbound" from your illness.

Only he can see you when this happens, after all he's the only one who can care for you properly.

Honestly, I can see him medically abusing you, Munchausen syndrome by proxy style.

He'll give you new meds under the guise of healing whatever menial injury you got, only for you to get sicker and sicker. Hell, he might even put you under anesthesia and give you a couple of injuries (can't have you feeling pain or remembering it!) like breaking your legs and blame it on your "new disease."

Narcolepsy, bouts of paralysis or blindness, chronic pain, he'll do whatever makes you hang out with him more! Of course, none of it will actually be permanent or lifelong, he can stop it as quickly as he started it, but why would he do that when it's so affective?

And when you get ill, he'll insist he can be the only one to care for you. I mean, medical bills are expensive after all! Why waste your money when you can just go to your old friend Donnie!?

He'll have you lean on him for support, making you ill enough to the point that you couldn't even leave the sewers as you could barely move your legs and your entire body felt like it was in flames just so you guys can hang out together a little more

(To be honest it's less about the control he has over you and making you depend on him, and more on making you spend more time with him. But if he needs to make you dependent on him, he's not complaining.)

You'll have to stick with him until this "flare up" of your illness gets better. And he'll keep you trapped there with him through your disease until eventually he begins to break, as that now that you're by his side what the point of putting you through so much pain?

And so he'll down the dosage of the medicine he used to hurt you, just to make you feel a little bit better. But you take this as you healing, and you suggest to him that maybe, just maybe, you could go back home now? I mean you're getting better now, so you don't need to be around him ALL the time.

When he hears this he'll act calm at first even though he feels his blood running freezing cold and he'll help you pack up to go home, only for the next morning for the pain and paralysis come back, stronger than ever and making you cry and beg for it to stop

(He might even keep you trapped with him in this way, physically unable to leave and having your punishments being an up in the illness)

Sure, he'll feel guilt for making you feel so much pain and he'll miss your more fiery personality, that now has been dampened down due to your pain, but at least you're now next to him.

He'll help you learn to function to the best of your ability while ill, giving you a wheelchair and braces and the best prosthetics known to man.

But at the same time, he'll still be making sure you're still dependent on him, but independent enough where the old personality he fell in love with comes back. Independence dependence, per say.

Upping your meds just enough so that some days the pain still engulfs you but keeping it low enough so even on your neutral days you can engage in your battles of wits and words between you two that he oh-so-loved.

Good enough to function normally on your good days, bad enough that you writhe in agony as your skin flares up in pain on your bad ones.

It's all so you're still you, but he is still a part of you.

The same thing can be said for him. He is still him, but you are still a part of him. A MAJOR part.

And if you're ever pissed at him or resistant he'll drug your food with sleeping meds to make you more "soft" and "pliable."

But none of this dependence on him compares to how dependent he is on you.

As time goes on you can't get ANY time away from him.

Even before he does anything too drastic (before he practically kidnaps you) you are pretty much stripped of all your privacy and autonomy.

He's always following you around, showing up at your house unannounced, sneaking into your work/school to meet up with you in the bathroom, and any single moment you can be around him he WILL be around you.

The only moment of peace you get is in the bathroom and even then, if you're in there for longer than two minutes he'll begin to rant to you through the door.

It may frustrate you but to him it makes perfect sense. After all, two is better than one, so why would you ever need to be apart?

You guys are just better when with each other. You cover each other flaws and weakness and boost up each others strengths.

You need him and he needs you He needs you more than you need him, it feels like pulling teeth or losing a limb or peeling skin if he can't feel you, touch you, breath the same air as you

You're always there with him. Without you? It just feels so.. lonely. And he's not one to mull over being alone, in fact he loved it before he met you. But now? It feels like he's missing something vital, like an artery or a lung or his heart whenever you're away.

Wherever he goes he's always thinking about what you would want or what you would say, your voice taking up a special little part of his mind that was beginning to collect dust.

He felt your sadness, your passion, your anger, as if it was his. And whenever you smiled, he felt your smile like it was his own. It's so quiet now without you. He was always used to hearing your breath or your heartbeat, to the point where it felt like second nature to seek out it's comfortable rhythm He'll make a recording of your breathing pattern and put it as background noise in all of his favorite songs and make something to copy and let out the vibrations of your heartbeat tenfold, that way he can lay down on the floor of his lab and quite literally feel your heartbeat as if it was his own

So, when he explained all this to you so casually you finally began to get why he always wanted to be around you. it was unnerving at first sure, especially the way he looked at you with such desperate, mad eyes when he explained it to you after you said that you needed to get back home. Now that you knew this though? It just felt selfish to leave him alone.

His relationship with others falters as if he is talking to someone you also need to be involved, and the same goes for if someone is talking to you (this doesn't bother him as he firmly believes you are the only one he needs, his brothers and april are just an afterthought)

I mean, he doesn't hate his brothers! They still are his brothers after all, and he loves them. And he's happy to spend as much time with them as before you came into the picture, but you always need to be there, involved, and considered. You're practically part of the family, part of him! Part of something bigger and better! Just don't split you two up or else he'll scratch his skin raw, just ITCHING to hang out with you again

Whenever he's apart from you it's a bit like when Raph goes savage, but less angry and more anxious and scared shitless. Ever since he'd met you he'd never had to be alone this long

You can go out, do whatever you want as long as he's with you but you can't go home to your family, they aren't good for you

Your friends are weirded out by this and so are his brothers, with them pretty much telling you guys "Hey your relationship with each other is pretty weird. Why are you always around each other?"

You two deny this though, you out of innocence and naivety, thinking that Donnie would never invade on your personal space despite the uncomfy feeling you get when he butts into your conversations.

He would never hurt you or control you, despite how he stops letting you sleep at your OLD home, as now he always wants you to sleep in the same bed as him in your guy's room.

Despite that he's already began bringing your stuff into his your guy's room, setting it up as if you live together you practically do, your family thinks that you've ran away as it's been a month since you've gone home

He's also oddly touchy.

You see, a lot of you prolly won't agree but just think about it;

He's almost ALWAYS touching someone, as long as he initiated the contact he seems to be fine with and actually LOVE physical touch.

I just believe he doesn't like hugs because of his "emotionless bad boy image" and because it feels like he's trapped, and going to be suffocated. Like he has no control.

But with you? That's not a problem.

Although most touches with him are the ones as shown here, small things, touching you is GROUNDING for him.

He needs them in fact. You're his grounder, his shoulder to lean on, his support, a part of him. He needs your touch, he needs you. Often times you are the only thing that can calm him down from any "episodes" he has.

Besides that, although he'd never admit it, he's also quite lonely.

He loves his brothers but he feels fundamentally different from them, different from anybody else in the world.

So if he found someone who got him in the way he'd always wanted? He'd never let go of them.

This also goes for touch. Despite his touch aversion he often wished he had someone who he felt safe and comfortable enough with to hold, or someone who he felt loved enough with to the point where he could be held. So when he met you? All of his unrequited dreams of physical affection with someone whom he truly felt connected to came out.

He often takes your arms and rubs his hands back and forth on them as a stim, or does the same thing with your back while laying his head in the crook of your neck.

Something that he does pretty much whenever he can is sitting on your lap, not in a weird way though.

You two will be sitting on the floor (He's gotten a preference for sitting on the floor as it makes this activity more comfortable)

And you'll be causally laying against the wall, legs spread as Donnie sits between them and you peer over his shoulder.

Maybe you two can be just chatting, or maybe reading a book together or playing a video game together, with you giving him tips as he controls.

You two also often sit in opposite positions, with him peering over your shoulder as you sit on his lap.

Something else that also happens is him clinging to your back like a kola, with him running his hands over and over again over your thighs and arms as a stim.

And sometimes (often), he'll even run them over your chest and stomach.

This happens especially when he's having meltdowns, so you can't just shove him off.

And if you tell him to stop? He won't. Maybe he will for a while, but he'll "forget" and get back right to it.

If you tell him how it makes you uncomfy or how it's weird? He'll tell you that you're crazy. This is a completely normal friend activity, your just overreacting.

He especially does this when laying in bed with you, as he expects you two to sleep in the same bed. (You'll cuddle like this lmao, and donnie is the one clinging to you like a kola oddly enough)

Something else he also loves to do with you is parallel play.

You see, because of his independent nature, despite his obsession, not every waking moment will be spent talking to you.

But something that he still loves is just existing with you nearby, aka parallel play.

You two spend a lot of your time doing your own thing, maybe him coding as you watch movies or him napping as you play video games.

He loves doing this, and you like it too! it gives you back the freedom that was stripped away from you

Its the perfect solution! You and him can keep your independence while still being together, acting as one!

And during these moments, to stay connected, he'll use small, little touches.

A hand on the shoulder, sitting back to back (his favorite), an arm wrapped around your neck while you game on the couch, resting his face on your hand as you sleep. He loves them all.

And if you ever try and deny him any of this? Or slowly move away from him?

Well, he won't let that happen.

He's dependent on you.

He controls you.

He's obsessed over you.

He NEEDS you.

You won't ever go home or be alone again.

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This was way too long, but I love him so much <3 It was itching at my brain until I wrote it down. This could work for platonic or romantic yandere, I prefer some form of queerplatonic. Overall, I believe his yandere-ness to be a very "we are pretty much one lmao" type thing because I am also autistic but touch averse and I often feel isolated from others around me, as I feel as if I could never be vulnerable around them. I often dreamed of someone who just GOT me in a way that nobody else did. This led me to be very interested in the idea of "fusion" from su as the act itself seemed so intimate; Two beings becoming one, being able to share a body and coordinate a mind, become something bigger than their parts to the point where you're a new person? That would be amazing. So I imagined that with Donnie. He believes you two are the same person in the way that Stevonnie from su is shown to be when they first fuse. It's obvious that there are two parts of you but just the way you work together just feels so natural. Idk, this is just heavy projecting and may be out of character, but I love the idea of dependent Donnie <3 Very much Jason Dean from Heathers vibes

Also, this is all BEFORE kidnapping, imagine how bad it would be after that. He values your opinion heavily and always takes what YOU want into considerations, except the certain "hard no" topics like ones that came to your safety, including those constant health checkups. He's no expecting you to agree with him all the time, but he is expecting you to listen. He would never hurt you, and you know that, just as he knows you wouldn't hurt him (no matter how much you should) so why won't you listen to him? He's only trying to help.

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Bruno Bucciarati x Female Reader.

Smut short.

Contains: Bear w me I’m only on episode 14 of part 5. Self-insert but still referred as Reader. Confessing feelings trope somewhat. Bruno & Reader speaking Italian. (From google translate ofc- not the most accurate but…yeah) Oral (Reader receiving). Doggy style. There’s a bit of groping and body praise in this. Really just focusing on Reader’s pleasure. I’m having Bruno brain rot okay?-, this may be the only time i’m pulling out of one piece-

You liked Bruno.

Well- not necessarily liked him…but that’s the best way to put it. You couldn’t help it but to feel this way about him, he was just so beautiful to you. Even if he was a mafioso, that didn’t bother you and it didn’t stop you from holding these feelings deep inside.

Though there wasn’t anything you could do about it, you had to keep them hidden from him as to not disrupt him and his work. It may have sounded stupid…but that was the best excuse to not confess your feelings to him.

Though Bruno began to catch on to you and your feelings. The way you acted every time he was around your body gave him a good idea on how you’ve felt about him. Even if he was a busy man, you were a reason for him to stop and take a nice break from all the bullshit and such.

A simple walk and talk didn’t bother anyone. You were surprised when he finally came up to you and spoke.

With his hands reaching out to your rosy cheeks, you couldn’t help but to freeze at the sudden gesture. His fingers traced your jawline and you couldn’t help but tremble at his touch. You nearly reached your hand up to grab his but you held yourself back.

“Ah, mio caro. my dear Is everything alright? You look like as if you’re catching a fever…” His soft hands cup your face while he stares down into your eyes. His sapphire eyes sparkled like no other, brighter than any diamond or gem in the world. You couldn’t help but to fold at his touch, his soft and large hands cradles your cheeks with care. “Bruno…” You whisper out his name softly, your face beet red and burning hot against his hands.

Bruno chuckles as he pulls away, walking away from you and making your face droop into a pout. A hand grasping yours catches your attention and you look up at Bruno who was urging you to follow him. “Follow me mio caro. There’s obviously something you’re hiding and I’m going to pry it out of you.” He says firmly, pulling you along while you both walked over to a wall.

Summoning his stand Sticky Fingers, he unzips a zipper that was plastered onto the wall and pulls you though the portal.

Stepping through the portal, your feet land onto floorboards. Looking around, you realize that you’re in Bruno’s home, not too fancy yet not too plain. He pulls your arm and you continue to follow, walking through the kitchen and down the hallway into his bedroom.

“Bruno- Where’re we going?” You asked him, quirking a brow as you looked around his home. “To my room of course, tesoro amore. darling love” He hummed, stopping at his bedroom door and twisting the knob. He opens the door and your both met with a beautiful queen-sized bed that was neatly made. “Come mio caro.” Bruno says sweetly, guiding you over to his bed.

You were close to being frozen like a statue, why did he bring you into his home or his room for that matter? Apart from that, it’s smelled so wonderful. His strong scent made the sticky arousal pool between your legs, making you shudder while a few heavy breaths left your lips. “Proprio qui, tesoro. right here honey Lay back on my bed.” He says to you softly, looking into your pretty eyes. You obey and slowly set yourself onto the soft bedding and Bruno releases your hand. Crouching on his knees, he places his hands to your inner thighs and pushes you back, making you yelp out in nervousness.

“B-Bruno!” You yelled, a bit startled as you pressed your hand to his temple. He smirks to you and lifts your skirt, his eyes peering down at your cute panties. “Rilassati mio caro, relax my dear didn’t I say I was going to pry the feelings out of you?” Bruno chuckles, tracing a finger along your soaking heat. You mewl out as you felt him run his fingers along your slit, occasionally teasing your clit in the process. You mewl out softly, trying to close your thighs to prevent him from going any further.

Though you couldn’t deny that you loved getting this type of attention.

Pressing his hands against your thighs, he keeps them spread open while he moves his face in between your thighs. He presses a smooch against your clothed clit before suckling, moaning at your sweet flavor. “Oh god amore mio~ my love You taste so divine, let me pull these off for you~” He mewls out, releasing his grip on your thighs before pulling your pretty panties off.

He moans out as he sees a string of slick disconnecting from your sticky cunt, admiring how soaking you were for him. “Mio mio, my my such a beautiful pussy you have amore mio~ Per favore fatemelo assaggiare~ Please let me taste it” He mewls out, pressing a smooch to your clit before sliding his tongue along your folds. You gasp out as he held on to your thighs, slurping and lapping up your juices while your toes began to curl within your loafers.

“S-So good~ That feels nice Bruno~” You moan out, shaking as you pressed your hand to his pretty yet soft strands. Bruno gasps out from your flavor, his thumb moving up to rub and circle your clit while he slowly slid his tongue past your entrance. Your thighs squeeze softly around his head and he huffs out, his tongue massaging your walls yet hitting the sweetest spots deep inside of you,

You gasp out as you felt his tongue graze your g-spot and Bruno chuckles lightly before pinching your clit. You gasp out out and look down at Bruno, his indigo eyes staring up into yours. “Well amore mio? How does this feel?~” He asks, pulling back and pressing smooches against your pussy. “I-It feels so good Bruno~ Cosí bueno~ so good” You mewl out to him, your face hot and dusted with blush. Bruno’s brows raise and he hums out before continuing, playing with your pretty pussy.

You begin to wiggle your hips, mewling out as he pleasured your pussy with his tongue. You grew more vocal as you watched Bruno slurp and suckle at your pussy, his groans growing louder as he grew addicted to your taste. You feel him pull your hips closer into his lips, his fingers scratching against your hips as he slurped up your juices.

“Ah!~ Ah Bruno!~ I-I’m close Bruno!~” You gasp out, throwing your head back as he practically fucked you with his tongue. He groans out and pulls back from your push once more, looking up into your eyes full of lust. “Mmh cum for me baby, vieni per me, tesoro!~ come for me, darling!” Bruno hums out, pressing his lips back against your pussy. “I-I’m going to!~ Oh god I’m going to!~” You gasp out, your loafers slipping off of your feet as you lift your legs a bit higher.

Bruno keeps your legs up, keeping them bent back while he begin to slurp at your pussy aggressively. “Ah! M-M’gonna cum!~ Oh god Bruno!~” You gasp out and arch your back as you cream around his tongue, your body shaking heavily as you came. Bruno hums out as he tasted your sweet essence, his chin and such already covered in your slick while your cum coated his tongue.

Bruno pulls back and breathes heavily, a string of slick tearing from your pussy and his lips. “Così gustoso, so tasty your taste is so divine sweetheart.” He gasps out, getting up off of his knees and trailing his tongue along his lips. He wipes your slick from his chin onto his sleeve, staring down at your precious yet weakened body. He presses his hands to either side of you, looking down into your eyes with a sweet smile.

“Bontà tesoro~ goodness darling Look at how hard you’ve made me…My cock yearns for you and your wonderful pussy~” Bruno hums out, staring down at the bulge prodding within his pants. You slowly sit up and Bruno helps you by pulling your body farther into the bed and flipping you over. “Sit up my dear, on all fours please.” Bruno says, placing his hands to your hips. You obey and lift your ass up into the air, arching your back while you started into his eyes.

Bruno unbuttons his pants and pulls them down halfway, his cock slowly popping out and hitting up against his jacket. You hum out as you stared at his length, a little blush dusting your cheeks as you gave him a lustful stare. He unbuttons his jacket shortly afterward, revealing his pretty chest and his tummy to you.

Bruno grabs your hand and placed it softly against his chest, sliding it along his skin. “Ti piace quello che vedi? Do you like what you see?” He asks, tilting his head while his strands followed. “Si, si lo faccio~ yes, yes I do.” You mewl out, feeling along his skin while your body trembles from how hot his skin was. Bruno moves in closer to you, pressing his lips against the skin of your shoulder while he began to touch and feel along your skin.

“Ahh~ B-Bruno~”

“Così bello~ so beautiful Your body is so soft…so wonderful~”

You feel Bruno move his hands along your skin, tracing your body and running against your curves. You gasp out and jolt as you feel his hands slide under your sweater and reach to your breasts, grasping and massaging them softly and admiring how beautiful they were. You moan out softly and wiggle your hips against his, pressing your ass up against his length.

“Bruno…” You call out to him, giving him a little pout as you stared into his eyes. Bruno smirks and and moves in close to your face, staring into your eyes. “Cosa c'è, mio caro?~ what is it my dear? Are you ready for me?~” He asks you, chuckling as he moves his hands from your breasts and runs them along your ass. You mewl out and nod your head, laying your head up against his soft pillow and inhaling his scent.

“Alright amore mio, I’ll take it slow for you my love~” He whispers to you, standing up onto his knees. He drools out a glob of spit out onto your ass, the feeling of it running down your slit and along your pussy making you shiver. He slides his tip along your slit, sighing out before he presses it against your entrance. “Please tell me if it hurts, okay mio caro? I want you to feel wonderful pleasure…not pain.” He tells you, his hair swishing as he moves his head towards yours.

“I will Bruno…” You whisper to him, hugging his pillow tight against your face.

He slowly pushes in past your entrance, a little gasp leaving his lips as his brows begin to furl. Your cunt sucks him in hungrily, and he groans out shakily while you moan out from the slightly painful stretch. “B-Bruno~” You whine out, your body trembling as he took it slow. “Relax honey, you’re almost at the base of my cock~” Bruno huffs out, holding on to your hips as he slowly thrusts into you. You feel his cock kissing your cervix as he stuffs the rest of his length deep inside of your pussy.

A heavy gasp leaves your lips as you felt so full from his length. “Mmh~ La tua figa è così divina. your pussy is so divine. It’s so warm and tight around my cock~” He hums out to you, pressing smooches against your upper back. You gasp out shakily as he waited for you to adjust to his length. You could feel him pulsating deep within your walls, his warmth inside of yours already making you melt.

He finally begins to move his hips, thrusting into your pussy slowly yet deep. You moan out as you listened to the sound of his gasps and the sound of his hips slapping against your ass. His cock felt so good, thrusting and hitting the sweetest spots deep inside of your pussy. It was starting to get more challenging to contain your moans.

“Hah~ Mmgh!~ B-Bruno!~” You moan out Bruno’s as he pumps his cock into you a bit faster. Heavy breaths leaves his lips as he pulled your hips farther back onto his, fucking into you a bit deeper as he huffs out.

“Dimmi che ti piace, mia cara~ tell me you like it my dear I want to hear you moan out about how good my cock feels inside of you~” Bruno whispers to you, heavy breaths falling onto your ear while your pussy massages his cock so wonderfully. “Lo adoro, lo adoro così tanto~ I love it, I love it so much I-It feels so good!~” You mewl shakily and hug your pillow a bit tighter, moaning your lungs out while his cock repeatedly kisses your cervix.

Bruno chuckles and lies you down against the mattress, wanting you to relax your legs while he fucked you. He fucks you into the mattress, biting his bottom lip tight as your pussy tightens around his length. You gasp out as your eyes begin to roll up, a whine leaving you as you felt him wrap his strong arms around your body. “B-Bruno!~ H-Harder Bruno!~” You moan out, your toes curling while you held in tight to his pillow.

Bruno smiles and obeys, fucking your pussy like a wild animal while sloppy sounds begins to echo throughout his bedroom. His bed begins rock from the harshness of his thrusts, with the headboard repeatedly hitting the wall. “Ah~ Mio caro~ I-I’m close~ Can you feel me twitching inside of your pussy?” Bruno moans out, burying his face between the soft skin of your neck. Your brows furrowed as you gasp out, gripping the pillowcase tight as you felt yourself yearning to cum on on his cock.

“B-Bruno!~ I-I’m gonna cum! M’so close!~” You whine out, looking back to him with a pleasureful face. Bruno presses a smooch to your cheek and gasps out, his hands groping your breasts once again while he continues to fuck you. “Cum on my cock amore mio~” He whispers to you, chuckling before letting out a sharp gasp.

You huff out as you felt Bruno fuck you just a tad bit harder, your moans growing louder as you felt yourself so close on the edge. Bruno pinches your nipples a bit, throwing you over the edge and making you gasp out. “Cum mio caro, cum for me~” Bruno growls, making you shudder a bit. You whimper out before nodding, your toes curling while your legs begin to shudder.

“Yes! Y-Yes Bruno!~ Oh god! M-M’cumming!~” You moan out loudly as you clench tight around Bruno’s length, creaming around his cock before breathing out heavily. Bruno gives your push a few more thrusts before he begins to huff heavily, humping into your cunt and chasing after his high.

“Fuck F-Fuck! I’m coming my dear!~” Bruno gasps out, pulling out of your pussy before he shoots cum out onto your back. His hot seed burns your skin a bit and you moan out shakily beneath him. He moves his hands from your breasts and rubs your back softly, soothing you while you recovered from your from your orgasm.

Soft meals leaves your lips as he rubs your back, pressing soft smooches against your skin and down your back. “So pretty~ Così bello mio cara~ so beautiful my dear.” Bruno hums, continuously pressing smooches against your skin.

“Bruno…Ti amo I love you Bruno…” You hun out to him, looking back at him with soft eyes. Bruno smiles and presses a smooch to your lips followed by your cheek and jawline. “Ti amo anch'io mia cara. I love you too my dear.” He whisper to you before going back to pressing kisses against your skin.

#puddingcupimagines #dividers -> cafekitsune #this ain’t one piece #jojos bizarre adventure #jojos bizzare adventure golden wind #golden wind #golden wind smut #bruno bucciarati #bruno bucciarati smut #bruno buccellati smut

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haphazardlyannotated · 1 year

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The Locked Tomb/Steven Universe Crossover

This crossover was inspired months ago by the random thought "Hey, Pearl would definitely want to be Rose's cavalier" and hasn't left me alone since. So here you go, niche audience of one! (It's me. I am the audience)

First of all, yes, Pearl has to be Rose's cavalier. Not only does it neatly align with Pearl's knightly devotion and the institutional power imbalance they're both trying to ignore, Pearl absolutely is the kind of person who would take "my not-wife refuses to kill me and eat my soul in order to attain immortality" as a terrible rejection.

She's so insane about Rose, she'd fit right in in this universe (pun not intended). Also, the cavalier-necromancer romance taboo works excellently for Pearlrose. For one, of course, the forbidden romance. Cav!Pearl confessing to necro!Rose that she's been dreaming about running away from the Houses together to live in domestic bliss on a nice moon somewhere has the exact same vibes as su!Pearl's confession in Now We're Only Falling Apart. But more importantly, cav!Pearl giving Rose's suitors a "You may have caught her eye, but I am her cavalier; she swore an oath to me; our fates are entwined till death do us part" speech only to go to her rooms and wallow in how the very position that ensures she'll be by Rose's side forever is what will forever keep her from pursuing her true feelings is too good.

Meanwhile Rose is in the next room going "Oh woe is me, for I am a cruel, selfish woman, to keep the love of my life from the glory she deserves! Alas, I can't bear to let her go, even though I know in my heart that her care for me is only the rightful, proper care of a cavalier for her necromancer! The least I owe her is not to take advantage of our pure, sacred bond, so I shall go and drown my sorrows in another fleeting affair!"

Writer's choice whether they miraculously manage to communicate before Rose gets herself killed in one way or another, but ironically the dystopian 50% character death rate tlt verse is much more likely to give them a second chance than pastel redemption arcs su, because Steven Universe is a story about healing from trauma with the power of a supportive network of loved ones while The Locked Tomb endorses attacking the cold unfeeling universe with teeth and fingernails until it returns your girlfriend, and both of them are so valid for this.

In this case however it means, that instead of slowly healing, Pearl absolutely refuses to accept Rose's death to a Harrow and Camilla extent. Does she threaten to stab whoever takes Jod's role in this AU? Does she try to break into the Locked Tomb because to hell with the Houses, she's getting her wife back? Both? In any case, tlt rules demand that she succeeds.

Anyway, I put them in the Seventh House because roses.

As for the supporting cast:

Ruby and Sapphire are the Fifth House wholesome married couple who make Pearl and Rose stare in longing for what they cannot have.

Garnet is Paul. Obviously. Cue another, different kind of yearning for what could have been from Pearl. Poor Garnet has just come into existence. She doesn't deserve having to be everyone's emotional support already.

I struggled with figuring out a role for Amethyst for a while until it hit me: Wasn't it fun when Amethyst experienced self hatred over how the life was drained out of her planet to make her? Try being the result of two hundred child murders! Don't the inadequacy issues gain a delightful new dimension when your entire generation has been killed off in anticipation of your abilities? Guys, I think Amethyst is Harrow Nova.

I have no idea what plot has to happen for Rose to end up with Jod's baby, but that is the only role for Steven I will tolerate. And Connie is his cavalier. Obviously.

Peridot is sciency, Lapis is the quiet OP lady, and they're in a QPR. There was no way I wasn't going to make them the Sixth. HOWEVER. Due to how extremely OP Lapis is with an element manipulating power specifically. I decided that she's the necromancer and Peridot is her incredibly academically talented BFF who they're pretending is the necromancer so she can be along for the ride. This would be plot relevant if this crossover had an actual plot instead of self indulgent vibes only.

Jasper gets Judith's role. Completely loyal to the ethically dubious regime, absolutely convinced that she's the only one who is doing the right thing and everyone else is just not strong enough, ends up corrupted possessed by a Resurrection Beast.

Bismuth is a Blood of Eden commander. She would like to fist fight every single Uppercrust zombie, however, just like su!Bismuth, she is easily won over when a former Homeworld gem House zombie shows up on her planet and announces her intent to fight the Diamonds Jod and his Lyctors and/or bust into the Locked Tomb.

#su #steven universe #tlt #the locked tomb #su pearl #su rose quartz #su ruby #su sapphire #su garnet #su amethyst #su steven #connie maheswaran #su lapis #su peridot #su jasper #su bismuth #pearlrose #plot bunny up for adoption

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my therapist and i decided i'm going to move to sessions every other week, which obviously is a sign of progress on my part. we even ended this session early because i couldn't think of anything to discuss and analyze; the things i did bring up he nodded along with and agreed that i'd come to a healthy perspective about, and that i already knew i had to put those thoughts into practice. nothing i was saying were things he had to correct or offer suggestions against, and it's kinda weird to be told by your therapist that you leave them speechless.

i have all the tools in hand (well, in mind, since they're perspectives) to look after myself, gained from all the work he and i have done. i'm already committing myself to making goals and sticking to how to bring those goals into practice (however uncomfortable it makes me, but the discomfort is good because it means i'm working against bad habits that only held me back!!). i'm coming up with healthy counters to my negative, destructive thinking on my own and also acknowledging that i have to keep reminding myself of them so that they stick. i'm looking after myself! and sure i'll stumble along the way but i'm also smart enough to know to get back on track and know how to do it.

it's weird to assert these things because it requires confidence, and i don't have much confidence in myself, but i should! i'm incredibly smart and determined, but i'm not used to positive feedback, praise, or any acknowledgement of my hard work being worthy of praise at all. which means i should give myself a pat on the back! i do healthy, difficult things because i know they're the right thing to do, despite the absolute vacuum of encouragement and comfort i live in!! holy shit that's incredible, isn't it?

anyway this is just a long way to say i gotta put in more hustle if i want the plague book to get into 'polished draft i can show to friends' state by the ides of march lmao because i'm still in the "typing up the messy second draft so i can then tear it apart in rewrites" phase. but yknow, not only is my deadline helping me push towards finishing it, the promise i made to myself to commit to my dream because it's my dream, but also a way i can give back to @sapphire-weapon and have my dream help her too is nudging me along. and it's been so, so long since i last felt this way. i can't remember the last time i felt so hopeful and determined and relentlessly dedicated. i think the last time was when i was in college, tbh, which was a decade ago.

i went through some grueling, raw, horrific ten years to get to this place again, and i deserve not just to revel in it, but to use this newfound strength and focus to build a little sanctuary here.

#adventures in living

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Before she explained what she had in mind, however, Luna politely asked Spike to be patient, as she had to reach out to Nox, both to let her know about the letter she was sending her way, but also to ask her for her help; for while she could send Frost to the Dragon Lands across the Eastern Sea, it would exhaust her, and she could not risk endangering their friends, should her magic get detected.

But after Luna sent the letter to Nox, she heard Frost let out a deep and exhausted sigh, and found that she was looking down at the ground in defeat, before she noticed that Spike's smile was fading away as well; and she sweetly asked the two Dragons not to fret, for although it would require more effort from Nox and herself, her idea was simpler, and safer, and would only be needed on occasion.

Despite her words of encouragement, which brought warm smiles to Eclipse, Spike, and Frost's faces, the sapphire-blue Dragoness still did not look up at Luna, who gently asked her if anything was the matter for her to appear so nervous before her; but even though Frost nodded to Luna in return, she felt unable to utter a single word, and tried to explain by gesturing to the Princess of the Night.

While Frost only grew increasingly frustrated over her shyness, Luna got up from her seat, and took Frost's claws in her hooves, and promised her that she did need not to tell her now, as long as she remembered that she, and all her friends, would be there for her when she felt ready; and to Luna's relief, Frost looked at her again, and her small smile became warmer as a blush grew upon her face.

After Luna let go of her claws, and returned to the table to speak with her Sister, Spike whispered to Frost that her face was glowing a bright red, whereafter her eyes widened, and she put her claws to her face as she turned around to hide her blush from the Princess; but Eclipse grew confused and concerned as she walked away, so they asked Spike to speak with Luna while they looked after Frost.

As Eclipse flew around the corner to follow Frost whither she went, Spike headed back to the table, where the two Royal Sisters had just finished speaking, when solemnly Luna thanked Celestia for her help, to which she nodded in return; and after Spike cleared his throat, the two Princesses greeted the Young Dragon, before they asked him whether there was something with which they could help him.

Though he wondered what the Sisters had discussed before he joined them, Spike merely briefly shook his head, before he discreetly told the two that Frost would need a moment, and Eclipse was keeping an eye on her; but since he did not know when they would return, he asked Luna if she could explain her plan, and the reason as to why she needed Nox's help if they were so far apart from each other?

Meanwhile, Eclipse managed to catch up to Frost not far from the Great Hall, where they took a deep breath, before they sank to the ground to meet her at eye height, and quietly asked her why she ran away so suddenly; but when Frost lowered her claws to look at them, Eclipse finally saw how red her face was, and they worriedly asked her if she was feeling ill, before they got up to look for help.

But Frost grabbed Eclipse's hoof just as they got up to prevent them from leaving her, which caused them to groan in frustration and pain, for which Frost apologised, before she said that she was not ill; but Eclipse told her that she was obviously running a fever, and gestured to her bright blush, when Frost lowered her other claw to show them her unfading smile, which terribly confused Eclipse.

Stunned into silence, Eclipse tried not to stare at Frost for too long, but regardless of what they tried to do, or tell her, the only result they got was that Frost quietly started to giggle, hiding her face with her claws again; and Eclipse sat down, with their mouths agape, as they knew not what to ask Frost, until she had taken the time to take a couple of deep breaths to make her blush fade.

After she dried her face, Frost looked at Eclipse, still sitting silently, and said, incredulously:

"You don't know, do you?"

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I won’t say goodbye anymore

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Super soldier!Reader.

Word count: 1229 words.

Summary: The times Steve abandoned you.

Warnings: Mention cheating, abandonment, and sadness.

A/N: This is my entry to @caplanbuckybarnes Cappy’s Decade Challenge with the 00’s song:

“This love-Maroon 5.”

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"Is enough, is enough," you murmured so many times that you lost count.

You were tired. You would never wait for or be around Steve again. You didn't even want to know anything about him. You didn't want to know anything about him. You weren't sure he knew everything. Nobody told you. Maybe you have been too naive. Maybe you should have disappeared when you had the chance.

You walked into the apartment where you and Steve were supposed to live. You quickly put your things away. You didn't want to be there or be found when he came back. You tried to hold back your tears if he came back to that place. However, you stopped in front of the area where all the photographs of you were together. There were too many years and so many memories. There were even some of you from your childhood. You threw them all on the floor. You did not care about all the noise that was made or the broken glass. You were supposed to know Steve forever, but it seemed like he was a complete stranger.

You just couldn't comprehend it. You have known each other for over a hundred years. You had been together for so long, and Steve quickly destroyed everything.

The first time Steve left you, was when he entered the army. It was a few months after you got married. He hadn't even told you anything about it, but he just came one day, telling you that he was leaving that same night.

However, you did not stay with your arms crossed; you managed to go with him. For him, you accepted that they put the serum on you too.

You didn't like the way you had "celebrated" your first wedding anniversary.

The second time was when he wouldn't let you follow him to the ship to face Red Skull. He just didn't come back. No search proved effective.

But most of all, what bothered you the most was Carter's behavior; she didn't even let you listen to your husband one last time.

The third time was during the days that Steve disappeared after the fall of the Triskelion. He never told you that he would go looking for Bucky, just in a few weeks. He did not come home.

At that time, you had a discussion. You did not mind that he was going to look for his friend but that he had not told you. Obviously, you were willing to help him. In the end, Bucky was a friend of the two, coupled with the fact that you did not like the closeness that Sharon was having.

The fourth time was when the Accords came out. You weren't going to sign them, but even he hadn't told you anything about Bucky. You even had to figure out how to escape the house where you lived when Tony and the others came looking for you. You didn't know exactly what was happening.

However, you discovered a way to find out what was going on through your contacts. Even though that was what helped you escape in time, it also helped you find Steve and Bucky.

The fifth time after the snap, everything was so confusing. However, Steve simply disappeared again for a few weeks. At that time, you did not demand anything; you just barely talked about how to solve the problem and much less about how you were going to continue with their lives.

The first year was the most difficult for everyone. Steve also seemed very distant. However, as time went by, he returned to being the same as always, the same Steve you had fallen in love with.

The sixth and final time was after the Blip; when you returned from time travel, their behavior had changed and they seemed to avoid you. However, you didn't have much time to think about it, as you were too busy with gems.

After you had returned to everyone and defeated Thanos, you thought it was finally time to talk to Steve. You walked several times in the hallway, in front of the room you shared, until you decided to go in.

"Steve, we have to talk..." You didn't finish the sentence because something else caught your attention. You saw the compass, the photo that was there.

"Y/N, it's not what you think, I can explain," Steve said nervously when noticing what you saw. He immediately took the compass to close it.

"Really?" "Your voice sounded incredulous. No matter what he told you, you just couldn't believe him. " " Tell me the truth, Steven Grant, what do you have planned?

Steve's voice trembled whenever he lied about what had happened.

You shook your head. You quickly left the apartment. It wasn't even worth breaking the news; you knew what I would do. You didn't return to the apartment.

Finally, the day had come when Steve returned the gems. You were hiding among the trees. When you saw that he left, you quickly approached Bucky.

"You knew that, didn't you?" "You said furiously."

"I... Y/N... " Bucky was dumbfounded. I've never seen you so angry.

"You're liars. I hate them, "you snapped, turning around and walking so fast that Bucky didn't even have time to try to stop you.

You were sitting under the tree you always went to when things go wrong. When you woke up, you thought it was incredible that he was still standing, but you also knew that Steve would not go looking for you there. Nobody knew about that special place. It was the only place where you felt safe, far from everything that happened.

"What do you plan to do?" said a female voice behind you, causing you to startle. You were so relaxed that you didn't even notice someone had arrived.

"Nothing. "He made a decision that day, and I made mine," you replied, carefully rising.

Although your face did not reflect it, you were surprised that Wanda was there, barely talking. You did not consider them friends either, but somehow their situations were similar.

"He knows..."

"No, and she'll never know," you said, staring at her. Steve ruined everything we built in so many years. He lied to me. Even if I told him I wouldn't be happy, I would still feel like he was tied to me. He is free, he... I would have preferred him to be honest a long time ago.

"I know what happened," Wanda said.

You said, "I'm not interested in knowing. I'm not interested in what happened, what we lived through, or the time I lost. " "Now I have someone who is going to need me and will have all my attention and energy." You breathed slowly, otherwise; you would cry again. Wanda looked at you and nodded.

"So, come with me." I know a place where everything will be fine and none of them will find us. She took your arm to follow.

You looked at the floor for a few seconds, then at her. Her look was honest; you had nothing more to lose. You also knew the extent of her powers, but also that she would keep her word. You would be safe wherever Wanda took you. You started walking.

You wouldn't say goodbye to Steve ever again.

#cappysdecadeschallenge #cappys decade challenge #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x supersoldier reader #Steve Rogers #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers fic

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samioli · 1 year

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based on the convo i had with @sapphire-wine

on twt in the aa universe, practically EVERYONE has stans. phoenix and miles are like the obvious ones, but then probably maya, fran, godot, gumshoe, etc.

the judge is no exception

there would be a good amount of judge stans out there, and one day his granddaughter (who is actually apart of lawyer twt in-universe and is a hardcore Nrmt shipper, but that's not important rn) stumbles across fanart of her grandfather, the judge (its totally sfw art too obviously, im not scarring this poor girl) and finds it cute. she shows him, and he's like "that's quite nice!" and prints it out and puts it on the fridge. then his granddaughter takes a pic of it on the fridge and @'s the artist.

chaos ensues.

#ace attorney

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sapphomosa · 2 years

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sleepover (mammon x reader)

in which mammon looks out for you the best way he can. circa lesson 17.

“NO! You can’t sleep in MC’s room, you just can’t” Mammon bristles, blue eyes glistening as he stresses his decision.

“Says who? You?” Belphie retorts- “you’re nobody but a scummy klepto with sticky fingers”.

You wait for a snarky quip or comeback from Mammon, but he falls unusually silent.

“Whatever” mumbles the fair- haired demon. “As the second oldest I’ll just help you patch things up with Beel. That’s what older brothers do”.

Belphie blinks slowly, as if confused by Mammon’s sudden growth of a background. Sensing the tension, the avatar of sloth quickly leaves your room, feeling too tired to deal with family conflicts this late an hour.

Hearing your heavy bedroom door slam, you turn to meet a tan visage. “Is everything alright Mammon? You seemed a little on edge after Belphie asked to crash here for the night”.

The prince of sin’s eyes are downcast towards the floor, seemingly too embarrassed to meet your gaze. “Ye- yeah! Ah,... I’m fine. The Great Mammon-sama is always fine!” he raises your suspicions with a clearly forced grin.

You slowly reach to grasp his wrist, smoothing the tips of your fingers over his tanned knuckles- “Mams, you’re obviously not fine. You don’t have to tell me, but I want you to know I’m here for you”.

A sharp inhale is your response, followed by “I just don’t trust him. Around you… yeah! That’s it. I’m… afraid something will happen to my pesky little human.” You stifle a giggle in response, your warm laughter causing a fluttering in Mammon’s chest. “Mammon, that’s sweet but it’ll be okay. I think Belphie’s seen the error of his ways and wants to change for the better. It’s important for us to support him in doing that by trusting him.” You realize you’ve yet to let go of his wrist and feel your face begin to fluster. “I-I mean everyone deserves a second chance. Thank you for looking out for me.” You offer him a small smile to placate his anxiousness.

“That’s true MC, ya always are positive. I like that about ya, somethin’ that sets you apart from us demons”. You smile shyly once more, a tempting notion popping into your head. Dropping his wrist, you look straight at his pair of sapphire-gold hues. “You know Mammon…. you could always spend the night, take Belphie’s place and all. I tend to get awfully lonely at night, nothing to keep me company but my big ol’ bed”.

Your companion sputters. “WHa-? What- what’re you suggesting MC? You can’t be going around saying things like that.” He starts to get visibly nervous and might possibly short-circuit. Laughing, you counter with a plea “Oh! But who else will look out for me, even in slumber.” You decide to play to his ego “who else but my first man? My first pact, my first protector? Oh woe is me, who else but the mighty Mammon”.

“Well, since you put it like that, I have no choice”-

You snicker, “come my sweet prince, you chariot of slumber awaits”. Pulling him along, you nudge him down on your bed. “Hmm… your bed IS pretty comfy, for a human’s” Mammon speculates, sprawling his large hands atop your pink comforter. Inhaling softly you smile at him once more. “Of course it is Mammon. I am your favorite pesky little human after all”. Humming, you pull down the bed sheets and cuddle close to Mammon’s side. “A-ah, awfully close there MC” Mammon whispers quickly, his nerves peeking through. Rolling your eyes, you peck his cheek and turn off the night light. Snuggling next to him once more, you sigh- “goodnight Mammon. Thanks again for looking out for me”.

In the midst of falling asleep, you barely hear it but you know it’s there. “Goodnight MC. Thanks for looking out for me too”.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #mammon x reader #om! mammon #fluff #protective #mammon x mc #shall we date belphie #obey me belphie #word vomit

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effervescentdragon · 2 years

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A little sneak peak into the Pirate Au Sequel, for @hourcat bcs I love her and I can. :)

"Who are the Bulls?" Charles asks. It's obviously the wrong thing to ask, because Pierre freezes. His expression changes from contemplative to – to ashamed.

"Charles, I –" he starts to say, swallowing heavily as he does, "I've been a pirate for - ever since I left." He swallows, and Charles gets a bit distracted by the way his throat moves.

"And I haven't always been part of Lewis' crew. And I've done some things," he says, and his voice is so full of self-hatred, it hurts Charles' heart to hear it. "I've done some things I'm really not proud of, and some pretty unforgivable things, and I think you –"

Charles leans in and kisses him. He pulls away, blushing, but he holds fast. Pierre looks stunned.

"I don't care," Charels says, then leans in again. "You did whatever you had to do, and whatever you needed to do, and you survived," he says against Pierre's lips. "You're still alive, and you're here, and I don't care."

"Charles," Pierre whispers. "I'm not - I'm not a good man." He's kissing Charles back, leaving shallow pecks on his lips. His hand tangles in Charles' hair, gentle but firm.

"Oh, shut up, calamar," Charles says. "Why are you always so dramatic," he says, and kisses Pierre, catching his top lip between his. "Whatever you did, I do not care. I know you," he says. "I've known you ever since I knew myself, even before, and I know what kind of man you are, Pierre Gasly."

Pierre's hand in his hair tightens, and his kisses linger longer. "We've been apart for years," he whispers, and his teeth press into Charles' lower lip. "How do you know I'm not a bad, bad man?"

Pierre's hands are holding him, and his lips are on Charles', and his body is so close, Charles can feel his body heat. He whimpers when Pierre's tongue licks at his lips. "How do you know I'm not a scoundrel?"

Charles grabs at Pierre's wrists and opens his eyes just as Pierre opens his. A moment passes; Charles lunges, turning them around so that he's sitting on Pierre's hips and looming over him.

"You were always a scoundrel, Pear," he whispers sweetly, staring into Pierre's dazed eyes. "You used to steal sweets from the kitchen and oranges from the field when you were, what? Five? Scoundrel," he says with a laugh, which cuts off when Pierre puts his hands on Charles' hips. Their touch burns through Charles' shirt, and Pierre's eyes burn too.

"I stole them for you," he says fiercely. Before Charles can respond in any way, Pierre's grip on him tightens, and he switches them around, tumbling them like they used to do when they were younger.

Except it's nothing like it was when they were younger, really. Not like those couple of times when they were fifteen or so, and they wrestled, and Charles made sure to keep his body away from Pierre's anywhere where it could betray him. He thinks Pierre may have done that too then, now that he knows that Pierre has always felt just like him.

This time, Pierre is a solid weight on him, pressing his whole body against Charles' and pressing Charles into the bed. Charles' mouth falls open, unable to form a coherent thought, because there is such reverence in Pierre's expression, it humbles him.

"I didn't even like oranges," Pierre whispers, leaning over Charles, his lips a breath apart. His eyes are sapphire-blue, and his cross necklace touches Charles' throat from where it's hanging around his neck; a sharp point of contact that makes him shiver. "I just loved you."

Charles surges up, smashing their lips together desperately. Pierre catches him, tries to soothe him, to slow down, but Charles feels too much, he's waited too long, and he kisses Pierre with everything he has. He lets his legs fall apart around Pierre, pulling him closer. He grabs at Pierre's shoulders and his hair, and kisses him desperately, clumsily, until Pierre gives up on his tries to soothe Charles and gives in.

#hope you like it bestiiiie #my writing #piarles #the pirate au sequel #f1 rpf #effervescentdragonwrites #:)))))#tinkerbelling all over

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wildimaginationus · 2 months

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JTTW x Demon Slayer

《Okay, honestly in my mind first I wanted to visualize Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong as a relationship a little similar to that of Mitsuri Kanroji and Iguro Obanai (I still think about it) but I also imagine it a little like that of Sapphire and Ruby when they are alone; Sun Wukong in this AU, like in the Demon Strike movie, looks like a more proud and less affectionate character when they are in public and I imagine him that way too, to be honest...But I also think that he would have a soft side hidden somewhere.》

now let's go with things a little more detailed from the AU

Weapons and Breathing!

《Sun Wukong obviously has his staff, and would have Solar Breath, aside from his great physical strength, his stamina, and the fact that (literally) his skin is basically indestructible! although I also feel that I could use rock breathing (for obvious reasons) and I would be one of the few demon hunters with a peculiar weapon that is not a katana》

《Bajie would have his trusty nine-pointed rake and would be a user of beast breathing (It's funny that I imagine an Inosuke with the personality of Uzui Tengen) Now, Bajie has good physical strength, but...we already know what he's like. the personality of the pig, and apart from the fact that it also draws attention for using a rake as a weapon》

《Come on Sandy, obviously Sandy's weapon is the yuèyáchǎn ("Crescent Moon Shovel" but I remember wrong) apart from the fact that it would have the breath of water, although it would also have a certain affinity with the breath of the rock, it is the third strongest and has great skill in fights where water is involved》

Other data[These are data that are not very relevant but that I like to imagine]

《Sun Wukong saw that Tang Sanzang's clothes were already very worn out and since he had no money...he stole them, obviously Tang Sanzang scolded him for that》

Tang Sanzang— *Scolds him in Bamboo* Mmm!

Sun Wukong—What? Likewise he had more

#jttw au #demon slayer x jttw #journey to the west the demons strike back #sun wukong x tang sanzang #suntang

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lya-dustin · 1 year

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Someone will remember us

Chapter 28

Cw: mentions of underage sex, mild sexual harassment. Possibly 🔞

Taglist: @arrthurpendragon @fyeahhotdocs @ocappreciationtag @stargaryenx

Gif by @talesofoldandnew

Despite the filth being spoken loudly and Ghar hissing in annoyance outside their door, Aemma cannot sense the world beyond Aemond.

Aemma doesn’t know who had felt more violated during the bedding ceremony.

Maris had been able to confirm Aemond had all his parts, Aegon loudly asked Cole if there was any similarities between the Realm’s Delight and the Valyrian Siren, someone had shouted at Aemond to remember to stick her with the pointy end and by the time they had been deposited to the bridal chamber, both were as naked as the day they were born.

“ābrazȳrys." Wife.

“valzȳrys." Husband.

The sapphires they wear wink in the candlelight as do the seven colored gemstones in their crowns, somehow those two things were not removed as the court undressed them and sent them to bed.

This kiss is different than the others, more passionate, less restrained and there is hunger that comes with it. Like it wasn’t enough to just kiss, like they needed to become one entity where no one could tell where one began and the other ended.

There is fumbling, it is reminiscent of those awkward kisses in the Godswood when they were three and ten and both didn’t want the night to end.

There is a glorious singing in their blood that makes her wonder if that is why everyone seemed to lose their mind with sex.

The dragons danced and they rejoiced.

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“Elēnar is no longer screeching at the door.” Aemond comments as they noticed the dwarf dragon no longer expressing his displeasure of being left out of the room.

The dragon has the entire apartment for himself, but he has never been forbidden from being with her. Last night had been absolutely horrid, he had escaped several times from the nursery in Helaena’s rooms only for Aegon to be the one to drag him away again.

“Let him, I don’t need him to keep me warm at night anymore.” Aemma leaned over his chest and kissed him good morning.

Gods if this is what it feels like to wake up in love, Aemma will never rise early ever again.

“He goes away when we fuck.” She points out and he chuckled.

“Hardly hear you say words like that, Aemee, if you say it again, I might indulge you.” Aemond shifted to allow her to straddle him and just as she is about to ride the third dragon she has claimed, someone knocks.

“What the fuck do you want?” he shouts at the weak knock of a handmaid.

“We are here to collect the sheets, your highnesses, we apologize for the inconvenience.” Talya answered and acted as if nothing out of the ordinary was said.

Aemond was never rude, well, this rude to people. But even Aemma cannot fault him this morning.

“Come back later, goodwife Talya.” Aemma shouted at the door before turning back to her husband. “Now where were we?”

“The Queen needs them now; the Court demands proof of the consummation.” The handmaiden insisted and the newlyweds resigned themselves to knowing they wouldn’t be allowed to fuck in peace this fine morning.

Luckily, they had finished moving in here a day ago and Jeyne had the foresight to leave their dressing robes out on the dressing chair.

How no one caught to them discreetly moving into the rooms they would now live in as husband and wife, was beyond her.

They would live in her rooms, not the ones she had since was a child, but the ones given to her when it was assumed she would marry Stark this last visit.

They were close to the Prince of Dragonstone’s apartments, but far enough for Aemma to know her mama won’t hear her fucking her husband.

They were quite large too, bigger than the ones they previously had. Obviously meant for a family, given there was an empty nursery across the receiving room and two empty rooms as well.

Aemma had wondered who had had these before them, wondered if they were happy here.

“Queen Alicent hopes you will break your fast with the family but understands if you wish to do so alone.” The chief handmaiden leads her underlings to remove the soiled bedsheets just as they finished putting on their dressing robes.

“Tell her we will join her once we have dressed for the day.” Aemond said immediately, dashing her hopes of having one mean with him alone, wearing just their dressing robes and returning to bed after.

“If there is an opportunity to break tradition, one is obliged to take it, husband.” She likes how the word husband rolls of her tongue, likes when he calls her wife. “Besides it’s just break fast with your family, we have those almost every day.”

I hate your mother, she means to say, must we see her after having the happiest night of our lives?

Let the court celebrate without them, let the newlyweds scandalize the court further by disappearing entirely and leave on their progress early.

But Aemond wants the court to see how far this ignored second son has gone. Show them that his missing eye has not hampered him at all, that just as he rides the largest dragon in the known world, his bride is the greatest the world can offer.

“Aemee, we have a tradition to upkeep.” He reminds her. She hates this tradition, to break their fast with the royal family and then attend court the morning after the wedding night.

Aemma supposed when your husband is bad in the sack and you have no feelings but disgust for him, you will seek any excuse to flee your bed.

But Aemma is not one of those women, Aemma is in love with her husband who was not bad despite both being very inexperienced.

They could do with some more practice, so to speak.

“Your brother will be insufferable.” Aemma points out when she sees that Aemond is giving it a thought as they discarded their robes at the edge of the tub. Married life looks very promising to the young princess.

Especially when the copper tub is big enough for two.

Gods, this water will be filthy when they leave it, Aemma almost giggles at the thought of it as her husband joined her in the warm water.

“I won’t stop you from clawing his eyes out, ābrazȳrys.” He brushed a stray curl behind her ear and pulled her onto his lap, expecting her to just give into him and have things his way.

Aemond hardly ever flirts, just with her she believes, but when he does, he throws around some High Valyrian or speaks to her entirely in it. A habit she doesn’t like indulging much in because her mother and stepfather have made the entire thing a little gross to be frank.

“As tempting as that sounds, you and I know you can make better arguments than that, valzȳrys,” Aemma leaned in close enough to kiss that smirk off his mouth before moving back to her end of the tub with a giggle.

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Corlys’ letter was strange to say the least.

Rhaenyra had not ordered her son’s death, in fact Daemon told her he had found Laenor an escape from the life he never wanted.

Rhaenyra knew nothing about it, she was to never know she and Laenor had been deceived.

Qarl had been paid by a mute sailor to kill Laenor.

Daemon had never planned for her son to live out his days as a sell sword.

Daemon had killed her children and she will never forgive him for it.

“Who killed Laenor?” Teora asked in High Valyrian.

Rhaenys had been too angry to speak, so she handed her goodsister the letter written in code.

“That fucker!” the septa cursed. “We need to remove the girls away from him, I know he is their father, but---”

“I need you to swear on your gods you will not speak of this to anyone.” The princess cut her short. There would be a time to act, but it was not now.

Once the need for a vicious dragon rider is over, he will answer for his crimes.

Once Aemma is Princess of Dragonstone, Rhaenys will kill him with her own bare hands.

#aemma velaryon #asoiaf fanfic #someone will remember us fic #house of the dragon #asoiaf au #aemond targaryen x velaryon!oc #asoiaf #aemond one eye #fyeahhotdocs #ocappreciationtag

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do-angels-dream-of-starry-seas · 2 years

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So I guess we're sharing blackbonnet dream wedding? Well it wasn't like I was daydreaming about it for days on end hahahahahaha :)

So first off, Stede proposes, so jot that down

He proposes I imagine spontaneously, at a lovely sweet moment with Ed (Ed may have confessed about his worries about being left again)

It's like the Ruby/Sapphire proposal "that way we can be together, even when we're apart"

Stede didn't think about a ring, so he uses his turquoise ring that's always on his finger

Ed is obviously flabbergasted, not really thinking he would actually get married, but enthusiasticly gives a yes

Lucius is the wedding planner, Roach to bake the cake, Wee John to plan out their outfits, Frenchie and Swede write up some music, Oluwande officiates but is terrified so Jim helps him out (he's promoted to first mate sometime in s2) and the rest of the crew help wherever they can (usually Lucius directing them on decorating the ship)

Stede offers an invite to Mary and the family, and I think they would be able to come over while they find somewhere close to Barbados to dock

MS. TEACH IS ALIVE AND ATTENDS THE WEDDING TOO

Spanish Jackie: Jackie loves love *invites herself and her husbands*

Stede is the bridezilla, since he never got the chance to marry for love - in contrast, Ed is content with literally whatever, so he let's Stede take the reins

Of course this causes Stede to become a bit scary and controlling, so he'll need a reminder by Lucius or Olu it isn't just his wedding

They do the thing around the crow's nest where streamers are spiraling down from the top to make a cone encompassing the ship

It's mostly black and white streamers and various flowers they were able to get from land

One cool piece Lucius was able to pull off is a stain glass window pane, looking like a rainbow garden, setting it up behind Oluwande - they park the ship so the sun shines through onto the couple

Stede opts to just wear one of his blouses with his red pants - it reminds him of a quiet moment on a beach where a question of happiness was asked

Ed wears something similar to his party outfit in ep 5, also red - it reminds him of a piece of silk being tucked into a breast pocket under the moonlight

Both wear flower crowns cause gay gay gay gay

Ed: writes a heartfelt poem of a vow

Stede: ... *bursts into tears* I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

Ed keeps Stede's turquoise ring as his wedding ring, but makes sure to get Stede one: a gold band encased in sturdy glass, keeping a thin spiral of something red but soft looking inside

They sign the ketubah and break the glass

The reception is a big ol party. Which Ed and Stede don't really stick around for, hoping into the dinghy and heading towards their honeymoon destination

#blackbonnet #ofmd #our flag means death #gentlebeard #let.me.dream.with.ofmd

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melodyschaos · 2 years

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Can you pls make mayor x spider gang x reader, I know you have made one all ready but I love the dynamic so much 🥺🌹

Y/N was a little sad today. It was a very special day, and in matter of fact it was their birthday. You would think with five lovers that would make for an interesting time, but they hadn't seen them all day. Maybe they'd just forgotten, the Mayor had a city to run and the spiders had their...various hobbies of questionable legality. Sighing, they unlocked the door to their apartment and went to turn on the lights, only to scream and clutch their heart when they heard five cheerful cries of "SURPRISE!"

Impending heart-attack notwithstanding, it was a heart-warming sight. The Spider Queen (minus her mech legs), Goliath, Syntax, Huntsman, and the Mayor had been waiting for them with the Queen holding their favorite flavor cake. Goliath was the first to give Y/N a hug, lifting them up in his giant arms, minding their ribs. "Happy Birthday Y/N! Did we scare you bad?"

"No, I was just surprised. I thought you guys forgot!"

Smug as ever, Syntax said, "It was my idea. Obviously we couldn't do anything too extravagant, but we also had to do something."

"It was a group idea, Syntax. Goliath, set down our dear Y/N so they can open their present."

With a slightly fearful look, Goliath puts them down. Beloveds though they may be, the Mayor could still be scary. The Spider Queen set down the cake on the living room table before giving Y/N a kiss on their forehead. "It took us a while to find somethin' that was just as special as our angel, but I think we did a pretty good job." From the pocket of her elegant dress, the Queen pulled out a black velvet box and gave it to Y/N.

Upon opening it, Y/N as surprised to find a platinum-chain necklace resting on the soft cushion. There were five gemstones hanging from the chain: sapphire, tanzanite, opal, morganite, and moissanite. Each were in the shape of a delicate heart. Y/N opened their mouth to try and say something, but they felt tears begin to clog their throat. Luckily Huntsman (who was quiet up until this point) handed Y/N a tissue from his jacket pocket with a worried expression on his face. "Don't you like it?"

They nodded, taking the tissue in one hand and using it to blow their nose. "I...I love it. It's so pretty!"

The Mayor was suddenly behind Y/N, startling Huntsman into taking a few steps back. "Here, let's see how it looks on you." He took the necklace from the box and carefully put it around Y/N's neck, minding their skin so they didn't get pinched. After some adjustments, he stepped back to their front, his ever-present smile widening. "Absolutely stunning! Now we'd better eat your cake before Goliath sneaks all of it."

Golaith, who may or may not have been trying to taste the ice cream, jumped. "Sorry-"

After the cake was equally shared among the six of them, Huntsman had grabbed as many pillows as possible to make a sort of cushion-blanket nest for the group. Y/N's bed absolutely wasn't big enough for all of them, so instead the living room table was moved to allow for room on the floor. With how many pillows Y/N had saved up for such sleepover occasions, they had more than enough. In the middle of the monster cuddle puddle sat Y/N. With their stomach full of cake and neck wearing proof of love, they had a smile on their face as they hugged the Spider Queen. They had their head resting on her chest, letting the steady sound of her heart beat soothe them to slumber as her claws gently gave a soothing back rub.

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Elrya: The New World By T. A. Onkọwe (Me)

1 - Ariṣe

Chaos peered from within Order's vastness, finding beauty and an equal. They tore themselves apart to gaze upon them more fully, creating the universe.

- Fibikemi Itanakorin III, Scribe of Ile-Lori, Balance of the Cosmos.

The Moon's Bounty was Ari's pride and joy. The long, sleek ship was made of baobab and was pulled through the sea by pale blue sails and a crew of, in Ari's opinion, the best and most loyal of O'Àwiṣuran. Certainly, they were the most colourful. The sails expanded as the shallow double-decked boat disembarked from shore, cutting quickly through the waves. Ari leaned over the deck of their ship and skimmed their fingers over the surface of the wide cerulean sea, grinning as the water churned around their fingers. They looked up, watching Zik unfurl the secondary sail, as the ship rushed even faster away from the coast. The deck was a scramble of crew busying themselves with the myriad of tasks necessary to run the ship.

The ship was busier than usual, because they had extra guests: A delegation of Moon Priests and their attendants. The priest’s ultimate destination was Ile’Iṣẹ [1], but Ari would only be taking them part of the way there. It was quite the detour from Ari's usual route, but with the amount of silver coin they'd paid the priests could get a trip round the globe.

"We're making good time Captain." Zik, Ari's first mate, called out. Zik was a stocky, well-built man, he like Ari, was covered in black, geometric tattoos. "We'll be at Parilimu[2] by daybreak.”

"Thank you Zik. I'll go to the stern, keep an eye out for reefs and check on our guests." Zik grinned, fox-like and mischievous as they passed him.

"Yes, Captain. The priestess is by the stern."

The sapphire blue water ripple outward as the ship gained speed. The island behind them slowly disappeared from view, and soon the only thing around for miles was sea and bright blue sky. Just as Zik said, the dark moon-touched priestess sat near the stern, dipping her dainty feet into the ocean.

"I hope the motion isn't too rough on you priestess..."

"Olarya." She patted the floor right next to her in invitation.

"...Olarya." Ari joined her, ignoring their Captain's chair to sit next to the princess. "We're going at maximum speed to make it to Parilimu in two months."

"I'm fine. I have a little experience on the sea, though certainly not as much as you. You're quite the sailor Ariṣe; Someone would think you're Waterborn, not a moonchild." The priestess smiled serenely, peering up at Ari with wide silver-blue eyes.

"Well, not everyone can be so obviously marked." Olarya dark skin was interspersed with patches of white pigmentless skin. Her curls were equally stark white. "Besides, the moon and the wind shape the currents and the tide and in turn affect the sea."

"You've got quite the silver tongue there, that must be how you convinced the council to pay you quite so handsomely, for your own expedition." The priestess jokes, but Ari could sense a bit of bite behind her words.

"It's not entirely my expedition anymore; We're taking a detour to pick up your guide." Ari arched their brow quizzically. The little priestess definitely had something up her sleeve.

"It could be your expedition." Olarya offered, launching into her no doubt already practised speech. "If you come with us the whole way."

"I don't get involved in church affairs." Ari responded curtly. They had a feeling this conversation was about to take a turn for the worse.

"This goes beyond 'church affairs'. It what we were made for-"

"It's what you chose." Ari interrupted. They'd heard this nonsense countless times before, from thousands of other people of the cloth. "I thought your church preached freedom."

Ari's words flustered the priestess, though she quickly regained her composure. "We do, of course we do... but sometimes freedom needs to be protected."

"Dangerous rhetoric." Ari let out a bitter laugh. "And ineffective on me."

"Please... Take this seriously." The priestess pleaded.

"I am. I have a duty to my crew. I don't have time to go off on diplomatic missions for a church that's never helped me and a father I barely knew." Ari stood up, steady and still even as the ship sped up. "The journey may take a little less time than expected, the winds seem favourable."

Ari sat on their captain's chair, overlooking the stern and water, busying themself with their work; charting the course of their journey and searching for a shortcut to make sure their time with the priests was as short as possible.

The priestess had unfortunately taken Ari at their word and accepted they wouldn't be swayed by lofty ideals or religious propaganda. Unfortunately, that just meant she moved her efforts to the crew. Olarya was quite the rhetorician, regaling the crew with tales of foreign, uncharted lands and all the riches and adventure that could be found in them, and playing them with top off the line palm wine.

It was sundown soon, and Olarya was illuminated only by the orange light of the sunset as she spoke, her attendants serving the crew. Zik broke away from the crowd and joined Ari next to the main mast, watching the messy crowd.

"She's got quite the skill with words." He stated, arms folded as he leaned against the mainmast. "But the crew's smart. It'll take more than words and decent wine to convince them."

"I know, I know." Ari said unconvinced. They peered out at the sky, eyes finding the moon as it started to breach the horizon. "The moon's in position, ready the sails."

Ari approached the ship's helm and Zik ordered the crew into their position. They got into the captain's chair as a deckhand approached with a pale, purple-blue, perfectly polished moon stone. Ari took it, cradling the gem carefully and concentrated silently.

Their crew was completely silent, though they did hear Olarya whisper to Zik, who quickly shushed her. After that, the only sound was the roar of the sea and the wind in the sails. The moon-stone glows dimly at first before quickly becoming more and more luminescent. The wavy tattoos that covered Ari's arms and peaked out from under their clothes began to glow as well. After a moment, Ari unceremoniously tossed the stone aside, stood up and walked towards the mast. They laid her hands on it, the glow seeped from their and into the mast. Immediately the ship began to rush forward, faster, and faster as the crew cheered. "Just two months." Ari whispered as they slumped over in their seat, ignoring the look they received from the now wind-tossed priestess.

[1] Island name, Centre

[2] A city state, name literally means pearl catch

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