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#so many of these characters faced...difficult childhoods too
marcspectrr · 2 years
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🎬📺share ten different favorite characters from ten different pieces of media in no particular order🎮🃏 Then send this to 10 people (anon or not, your choice)
Different pieces of media?? Challenge accepted. (I'm gonna stick with TV show/franchise characters just for consistency)
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Steven Grant, "Moon Knight" // Iris West-Allen, "The Flash" // Tony Stark, "Avengers, Age of Ultron" (all of mcu) // Serge 'Frenchie', "The Boys" // Diego Hargreeves, "The Umbrella Academy" // Jonathan Levy, "Scenes From a Marriage" // Samantha Fink, "Single Drunk Female" // Kiara Carrera, "Outer Banks" // Elliot Alderson, "Mr. Robot" // Steve Harrington, "Stranger Things".
Also, I'm just gonna tag people, feel free to make your own posts :) @betweenthescarletmoon @drifting-pieces-blog-blog @mrs-steve-harrington @escapes-definition @luke-o-lophus
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eastend-if · 2 months
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👥DEMO 👥 PLAYLIST 👥 PINTEREST 👥 COG FORUM
You keep having the same dreams over and over. It happened, years ago, before you left. You thought you had left Eastend behind for good.
It seems you can never truly escape your past. The Priest had warned you.
There's a girl you've never seen in your dreams. Yet, she seems so familiar - as a forgotten teddy bear you left in the attic of your home. She feels right, she looks wrong, she's wrong. Because she's not you, she says. And the two of you stand on the road...a bright light blinds you but the smell of iron reaches you. You do not need your eyes to deduce the ending of the nightmares.
Metaphorical dreams have never been your forte...except this is real. On the day you arrive, she's still alive. And smiling...laughing...walking with her friends. She looks like a normal girl of your age.
You black out - from the shock you think. The familiar iron smell being all too close, it makes you nauseous. At least, the earthen scent that lingers on your clothes counters it a little.
Why are you in the woods again?
....Why is there blood on your hands?
Welcome home, whispers the wind.
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• Customize the vessel whether be it in looks, personality or identity.
• You are free to romance four of the cast. Maybe more, there are many eyes on you.
• Your choices will shape you as they shape the town. They will have consequences on the people around you and those who aren't anymore. Be careful you never know what effect the ripples may have.
• Explore your past to shape your future.
• Fight your nightmares should you be so inclined - or welcome them, there might be surprises in the deep dark part of your mind?
• Choose whether or not you'll doom your childhood town - although, that might not be left to you. Leaving is an option too, after all, you've already left once.
• Survive - or don't. You didn't think you were the only one who could save them, did you?
Eastend is rated 18+ for sexual themes, substance use, explicit language, explicit violence, death and more.
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Beverly Arevalo [F,23], your childhood friend. At least, one of you perceived it that way. She has always been difficult to read and understand, you were one of the few who could years back. Maybe you can rekindle your friendship - maybe it will grow into more. The only thing you know for certain is that there are many unknowns surrounding Beverly.
Aina Valen [F,26] is that stereotypical preppy girl, at least what you know of her. You were never quite close when you still lived in town, but things have changed and so have both of you. Surprisingly enough, she works at the library now, having taken over her brother. You're not aware of what happened between them, only that she seems overly bored whenever you pass by the vitrine. At least she insists on telling you you are the 'spice' of her days, whatever that may mean.
Benjamin Li [M,26] his preferred nickname, Benji has always shown kindness to you and this didn't change with your unexpected return. He somehow always has a nice word for you or others in his vicinity, it's refreshing quite frankly. There are always critters following him around but they say animals are good judges of characters so that's a good sign, right?
Hezekiah Lyncroft [M, 24] was always a pain in your ass, even younger. Always arguing with you over anything and nothing, he was the reason for many headaches. Back then, there were rumours about his home life, ones you remember well. At least, he seems to be in a better place nowadays, even though he's still a pain to be around. But not all pains are bad.
+ familiar faces and strangers you've yet to meet
Demo stands currently at 5.8k words. It is meant as short introduction to the setting and story. Hope you enjoy despite the length :)
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valeskafics · 9 months
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"Part Of Your World" (Dark!Aemond Targaryen x Mermaid!Reader)
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a/n: a request from my darling @scratchietella - i went a little bit of a different way with this, hope you enjoy! ❤️
Summary: Aemond finds you, his childhood friend, years later.
TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, obsessive/yan behavior, dark!aemond my beloved, manipulation, suggestive material, mentions of violence/character death
Word Count: 1,830 words
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated ❤️
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For the longest time, Aemond wondered if he had dreamed you up. All those years ago when he went to Driftmark, he remembers his brother and cousins ignoring him in favor of spending time with each other and their dragons. He sighed and went down to the beach, which is where he found you. A young girl, playing in the water. He wondered who you were. A Velaryon? But he should’ve heard of you if so. He approached you, shy and hesitant, asking if he could play with you. And you welcomed him with open arms and an open heart, the two of you spending the better part of the day splashing around in the water.
The young prince could hardly believe his eyes when you showed him your shimmering pink tail. You informed him that you were a mermaid, that there were many others like you, that your father was the king of the seas. Ever the curious one, Aemond listened to your tales of the sea, entirely captivated as to how you lived. He listened to you speak of your sisters, of your parents, a great deal of love evident in your tone. He wondered what it would be like to have a family like that. As the two of you swam, he panicked at your pained yelp when your tail got caught on some coral. He immediately dove underwater and freed you. You rewarded his kindness with a soft kiss on the cheek and a tight hug, which had the boy blushing profusely.
When he heard his mother calling out his name, frantically searching for him after he’d disappeared for the better part of the day, he turned to you, a sad look on his face, as he questioned, “Will I ever see you again?”
You took off the seashell necklace that you wore and placed it around the boy’s neck, promising him, “This is my favorite necklace, I’ll find it and you one day. I promise.”
He embraced you tightly, a feeling blossoming in his young heart that he couldn’t begin to understand back then at the tender age of eight, but one that he’d understand all too well twelve years later, when he saw you again.
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Ever since you met your human friend, you were utterly fascinated by the human world. You often ventured to the surface, near any beach you could find, speaking with humans, despite your parents and elder sisters warning you not to. You found the lure of the sun on your skin, laying warm on the sand too difficult to resist. You grew bolder in your adventures as you grew up, wondering if one day you might see your human friend again.
It was on one such day that your recklessness finally caught up with you. Ironborn Raiders caught sight of you and pursued you, cornering you, their weapons at the ready, wanting to kill you for sport or perhaps something even more nefarious. Your mother came to your rescue, giving you time to get away, but losing her own life in the process.
From that day on, your father forbade trips to the surface, proclaiming humans were monsters and not to be trusted. You didn’t think it possible that all humans were monsters, especially when you remembered your friend, Aemond. But they did indeed kill your mother. So, you grew more weary of them, your trips to the surface growing more and more infrequent, only once every few moons or so, when you missed the sun too dearly and longed for its warmth.
And it was on one of those journeys that you met him again.
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“He’s on another one of his fool’s errands,” Lord Otto Hightower sighs, staring at his grandson as he readies his ship to take it out to sea once more.
Ser Criston nods slowly, “It would appear so. I will keep watch over him, Lord Hand. You needn’t worry. The boy will be safe with me.”
“He’s twenty. He’s no longer a boy,” Otto sighs irritably, “He needs to stop chasing after these childish dreams of creatures living under the sea and move on. This is getting ridiculous!”
Criston shrugs and boards the ship, following whatever instructions the young prince barks at him.
Aemond is, in a word, frustrated. For twelve years, he’s hoped to catch just one more glimpse of you, reading everything he can find on the creatures that dwell in the sea, where to find them, if they even exist. Well, the lattermost he can answer. He knows you exist. His dear childhood friend. That one afternoon you spent together, mere days before he lost his eye, meant everything to him. It was one of the few times in his life where he felt true happiness. He wonders what you look like now, if mermaids age differently than humans.
He’s so absorbed in his thoughts that he doesn’t notice the burgeoning storm clouds on the horizon, the thunder that begins to clap, the waves becoming rougher and rougher the further he heads out to sea. The storm worsens and as Aemond attempts to bring down one of the sails, Ser Criston is horrified when the prince is knocked overboard.
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You recognize your childhood friend almost immediately, looking at him with surprise when you see him, gasping for air as he attempts to grab onto a fallen barrel, taking in too much water as he begins to sink into the sea’s watery depths. You grab onto him, taking him to shore, praying to the gods of the sea that they spare your old friend, and that they spare you from your father’s wrath should he ever find out what you’ve done.
You pull your old friend to shore, and panic when you realize his body is cold, his lips an almost blue color. You do your best to warm him, moving your lips onto his to give him your own air, staying by his side until he wakes and coughs, expelling the water from his lungs. You don’t wish to leave him, especially not after his now lone eye meets yours and his lips part in wonder as he whispers your name, wondering if you’re a mirage or if he’s finally found you after all this time.
You move to swim away, not wanting to prolong the inevitable. Every moment you spend by his side will make it harder for you to have to leave him again. But Aemond isn’t having that. He tries to stand, but his body hasn’t recovered from his fall, so he moves on unsteady legs toward you, pleading for you to wait for him, stumbling onto his knees and nearly falling on his face.
“Wait, please! Don’t leave me again,” he calls after you, grabbing you by the tail, pulling you close to him.
You yelp with surprise and thrash against him, “Let go of me, human,” you hiss angrily, glaring at him.
Aemond freezes at the fear and rage in your voice, realizing he’s upset you; he releases your tail but pulls you close to him by the arm, his gaze pleading, “I can’t lose you again. Not when I’ve just found you.”
“We’re not children anymore, Aemond,” you say, struggling as he pulls you back to shore alongside him, to sit on the beach as you did as kids, “My father would banish me for even talking to you-”
“You’re right,” Aemond says, finally letting go and taking a seat beside you on the sand, resting a hand on your face, “We’re grown now,” he runs the back of his hand over your face, allowing his knuckles to graze your face as he murmurs, his words becoming more suggestive, a sly smile playing on his lips as his eye moves down to the two shells that cover your breasts, “You’ve grown so much…” You scowl slightly, covering your shells with your arms, which makes him laugh, “Oh, I see, you’re getting all shy on me now,” he hums, his hand caressing the skin of your waist just below your shells, “You’re so beautiful.”
You want to let him touch you. Every part of you is screaming at you to give into your old friend. Reminding you that you’ve dreamed of finding him again for so long. But you resist, shaking your head.
“Aemond, I need to go home-”
“Hm, are you sure about that?” he questions, his voice low and smooth as he moves his hand along your tail, smirking slightly at the way you shiver under his touch, noting to himself how sensitive you are, “Why do you need to go home? You can’t spare some time for an old friend?”
“If I’m not back in the water by the time the sun sets, my tail will-”
“Turn into legs,” Aemond says, completing your train of thought, “I know. In the time we’ve been apart I’ve become quite the expert on your kind.”
“Then you know I need to get home,” you repeat, glancing at the sun as it slowly begins to set, “Aemond-”
“That’s the thing,” he chuckles darkly, “I don’t mind you becoming human,” he says, continuing to move his hand along your tail, reveling in the soft pants you let out, your breathing growing more erratic at the feeling as his hand moves to just below your navel, “I don’t mind that at all.”
“Well I mind,” you retort, glaring at him, though it’s weakened by the whimper you let out at his touch.
“My goodness, you’re feisty tonight,” Aemond smirks, pushing you down on the sand, his hands moving to rest on top of the shells that cover your chest, squeezing the flesh he’s able to reach, “Just stay with me. You know you want to. You know you’ve missed me as much as I’ve missed you, sweet mermaid.”
You feel yourself beginning to change, the sensation being almost painful as your beautiful tail splits into two human legs, your fins turning to feet. You stare in surprise at your new limbs, wiggling your toes slightly, still unaccustomed to them.
Aemond stares at you, his breath catching in his throat as he questions, his hands moving down to your now human hips, fingertips trailing along your skin sensually, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he asks, “Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
You shove him away from you and move to stand, unsteady on your legs. You break into a run, stumbling with each step, unused to walking on two legs, allowing Aemond to easily catch up to you and pull you back to him.
“You’re mine now, sweet one,” he whispers in your ear, lifting you into his arms, “You have always been mine.”
You eye the necklace, your necklace, which still hangs from his neck, wondering what happened to the sweet boy who helped you all those years ago. Wondering what the gods have planned for you now that you’ve found yourself in the hands of a dragon.
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Them meeting your parents
characters: Ganyu / Shenhe x gn!reader (separate)
warnings: none, just fluff
a/n: Just remembered Ganyu and Shenhe existed, and god damn it, did I miss writing those two.
Anyway, hope you enjoy!
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Ganyu
“Nervous” wasn’t even beginning to come close to describing how Ganyu felt about meeting your parents. From the moment she first received the invitation to the moment the door to your childhood home opened, the thought alone made her even more restless than she already was, something that only got worse the closer that date became.
Ironically enough, Ganyu wasn’t the only attendant stressing out about the meeting. Considering how well known your girlfriend was among certain parts of Liyue and how much your parents had heard about her over the years, the prospect of not showing themselves from their best terrified them as much as it did her, and so it wasn’t much of a surprise that once the day arrived, the tension of the room could be cut with a knife.
No matter how awkward both sides ended up conducting themselves however, at the end of the day neither Ganyu nor your parents noticed the other party’s flaws, too preoccupied with self-consciously worrying over their own behavior to even think about judging the other’s
The moment the front door closed, separating Ganyu and you from your parents, your girlfriend’s shoulders immediately slumped, all the previous weeks’ exhaustion washing over her like a flood as she fell forwards into your arms, muttering out things you found difficult to understand before separating from you in order to stand on her own two feet again.
“H-how was I? I didn’t do anything too embarrassing, right? Do you think your parents will still approve of us after today?”, a panicked Ganyu began to bombard you with questions, stopping abruptly once she saw a small smile on your face, her cheeks heating up ever so slightly as she began to worry she somehow made a fool of herself.
“Don’t worry, you did great.”
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Shenhe
No matter from which angle Shenhe tried to look at it, she found it somewhat difficult to understand why you seemed to be so nervous about her meeting your parents for dinner. Did people put such a great importance on these kinds of things? She had seen many children visit their friends’ homes when she was a child and they never seemed all too nervous, that being said however, her reputation as a cursed child made it impossible for her to experience it herself, so maybe it wasn’t all too far-fetched to assume it was nerve-wrecking for them too.
Or maybe this was a couple’s thing? Did she ought to be nervous as well? For a split-second Shenhe considered how she’d feel if you met her parents, only to throw that thought out of the window almost immediately, considering her memories of them… then how about Cloud Retainer? 
Suddenly, and without any prior warning, the realization as to why you might have felt this nervous dawned on Shenhe.
“Oh, would you like to hear a few childhood stories? Ah, I can’t believe our little baby already has a girlfriend, they grow up so quickly”, your mother asked Shenhe, eyes almost bursting with excitement, causing your partner to glance at your face.
Calling it a blush would have been an understatement, your face turning shades of red Shenhe hadn’t thought possible as you looked down at your food, trying to tune the conversation out as much as humanly possible, but to no avail.
Did she want to hear those stories? Absolutely. Did she want you to feel even more embarrassed and risk you toppling over from having too much blood in your head? No.
...She did remember you telling her to be "more open about her past" however, so it would only be fair for you to do the same.
“Sure.”
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tenjikyu · 4 months
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𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 - 𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘬𝘪 - 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘐𝘐𝘐
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౨ৎ ⋆。˚ extremely fluffy , male!reader throughout the entire series.
PART Il • PART IV • GENSHIN M. LIST
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life in fontaine was quite different to what you had expected, however you surmised that it was due to the fact that you spent most of your days around… interesting… characters.
on one hand, you had some clingy little magician hanging off your arm and treating you as if he was your big brother wherever you went, which only reminded you of a certain redhead back in the day.
on another hand, you had a classy lady who wore a gorgous gold dress and was possibly one of the most glammed up people you’ve ever seen, who insists on dragging you around with her, taking you to all sorts of little shops and cafés. when questioned why she does this, she only smiles, saying how you seemed lonely and needed a friendly face that wasn’t bursting you eardrums with enthusiasm constantly.
having an absent female role throughout your childhood, you slowly began to cling to navia. from the moment you requested the both of you go on a little snack date, she was your official big sister!
with all these eccentric people in your life with seemingly no limit on their social battery, you find yourself overly exhausted almost every evening.
this all changed when a humble and shy diver boy swam into your story.
after about a month of living within the walls of fontaine, you soon come to realise you never formally introduced yourself to lyney’s younger brother, who was absent the first time you ever met the twins.
from what you could recall, freminet was a reserved yet somewhat stoic character. from what lynette had separately told you, he was easily flustered and a bit difficult to talk to. for awhile, you just accepted the fact you might not ever even meet the boy as you had never ACTUALLY seen him out and about.
until the day you decided you’d explore the waters.
like many people in fontaine, you too were curious and mesmerised about the beauty of the sea. the shimmering blue waves blended into the prismatic pinks of the seabed. an assortment of colours could be seen from the top of the ocean and you just had to know what lay beneath the surface.
so, like every normal people would do, you grabbed some overglamified water-gear (NOT diving gear), and hopped straight into the ocean. you were a fairly strong swimmer so you had no issues going under, you weren’t planning on diving deep into water ravines and ocean monuments after all.
looking at all the ocean had to offer you, your eyes glimmered in an almsot spellbound way. the ocean was hypnotic, an almsot angelic tune could be deciphered as you swam further.
going down a little, you see something almost glowing? just beneath the sand. as you go to pick it up, you then realise it wasn’t an object, but a flower. you then recalled what lyney had told you about certain flowers of fontaine.
a little giddy, you go to pick one for yourself before someone else appears in your vision. a boy wearing a diving helmet moves directly upwards from where you were, also in shock in the fact that somebody else was present.
the flower was sitting off the edge of a ravine, and so a body coming flying from the depths of it was quite a sight to behold.
the two of you stare at eachother, before you begin your ascend to the surface, needing to get some air.
you notice the figure swimming up next to you, and decide it’s worth it to learn who this mysterious diver truly is. divers aren’t uncommon in fontaine for obvious reasons, so when you make it on land you didn’t expect the one to take off the helmet to be the youngest brother of the magicians.
“hello, my name is freminet”. he speaks, almost robotically. still a bit startled, you go to speak.
“nice to meet you freminet, my name is (y/n), it’s a pleasure to meet you”.
silence.
“so, um.. do you like the ocean?” the boy asks, a small blush coating his pale cheeks.
“that was the first time i’ve ever touched the waters of fontaine”. you reply rather formally, going back into rich boy mode.
“oh! cool..” he plays with his fingers.
more silence.
you two suck at talking.
from that moment forward (after the very awkward first meeting), freminet was attached to your hip. he followed you around everywhere, and his company didn’t seem to bother you whatsoever. you were one of the first people, who wasn’t one of his siblings, to tolerate his inability to hold a decent conversation, and freminet cherished that part of you,
on the other hand, you liked how freminet didn’t make you feel as though you needed to talk with him constantly to keep the newly formed friendship in tow. the two of you could sit on a bench for hours, barley conversate, however the atmosphere never differed from comfortable.
in a way, you were each others peace.
“hello again (y/n)! are you here to once more whisk my little brother away on a little date?” lyney asks, winking as he spoke. it wasn’t rare you came to collect the boy if you had something to do, and vise versa if freminet wanted some company while he worked.
you only rolled your eyes at the blonde, flicking his forehead (to which he winced slightly) before making yourself at home. by this point your migration to fontaine was close to hitting the 4 month mark, and in that time the trio of the hearth became almost family to you.
that also means waltzing into each others homes unannounced.
i’m not joking by the way, once you came home to lynette stuffing her face with a cake you bought earlier that day with lyney knocked out on your lounge. and you know what you did? ate the rest of the cake with lynette (you twos secret till this day) and markered all over lyneys face before taking a nap yourselves.
anyways, you made yourself at home before asking lynette where freminet was. she smiled to herself knowingly before directing you to the boys bedroom.
as you entered, a truly charming scene before you unfolded itself.
freminet was fast asleep on his bed, pers sitting on his nightstand. freminet had a book cuddled into his chest, his little snores filled the room.
smiling to yourself, you go to collect the book from his grasp, worried the edges might hurt him in his sleep, before something truly taken out of a romance novel happened.
instead, freminet grabbed your sleeve and yanked you down towards him. you always knew he was a clingy sleeper, having shared a DOUBLE BED with him beforehand, however freminet had a SINGLE BED.
in schock, you look at his peaceful face that was still dead asleep, before giggling to yourself.
you successfully take the book from his grasp and put it on the floor. then you look up to the ceiling. the artwork of sea creatures and hanging bubbles from his roof was truly a mesmerising sight, his entire bedroom being themed off the ocean. everything about him drawer you in more and more.
you failed to realise that the ‘more and more’ was now directly next to you, clinging onto your chest. for the 100th time this day, you heart skipped a beat as the diver cuddled himself next to you.
‘fuck it’ you say to yourself, grabbing him gently by the waist and adjusting him so he was on your chest sideways, with you flat on your back with one arm around him.
‘you know, i think i could get used to this’. you think to yourself once more.
you didn’t know at the time, but the tune you assumed to be in your head was actually outside freminet bedroom window, being strung gently by a lyre. the figure of the person could not be seen to those passing by, but if you looked close enough..
you’d notice a jade green bard smiling to himself, an instrument of pure melodies resting upon his fingertips.
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pyrondeeznutz · 8 months
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Ticci Toby Headcanons
PT.02
Toby Rogers proxy headcanons. See pre-proxy headcanons here ⬇️
CW: Descriptions of gore, violence, dark themes, abuse.
<NOTE> Once again this is very long cuz I have a lot of thoughts about Tobys character + story. I didn’t go as in depth with his story cuz I dont know if you guys are interested in that. I have his entire life start to finish planned out in my head so just let me know if anyones interested
TICCI TOBY .
For the first four months after the fire, Toby was completely under the influence of The Slenderman.
He was completely dissociated from the world around him. Toby would get an urge, an intrusion, and he would act on it and thats about the amount of control he had
The boy didn’t initially want to kill. He didn’t know what was happening and he felt like he was losing his mind. It was genuinely terrifying not knowing what was real or fake, not knowing why he coughed up blood or felt static in his head
Or why he felt like something was watching him wherever he went
Toby would find shelter in abandoned cabins littered around the forest he frequently ‘came to’ in, crashing at random junkies places, or even sleeping in trees
Slowly over those four months, he found himself losing track of time. He would wake up and days had passed, not knowing where he was or what he did
Sometimes he’d ‘come to’ with blood on his hands. Toby never knew if it was his or not.
He eventually began forgetting many things of his past. They would simply slip his mind. It started with his childhood, then the faces of his family, then the things they did, their voices, his sister, his mother, his father, his actions. It all became a big blur that eventually faded into nothing
Toby was too separated from reality to care or notice. He could barely process the present moment, he was working completely on autopilot almost as if someone or something else was in control. It’s not like He would let Toby dig into his past anyways
This was Tobys life for the first start. But then it got progressively worse as so did his mental state
He was already a sadistic fuck who secretly took pleasure in hurting others (but god knows he wouldn’t have ever admitted that in the past), so when he had his first target, it wasn’t difficult to push him over the edge
It wasn’t as if he hadn’t killed someone before, he knows by the places he had woken up in and the blood on his hands that he’d done some awful things when he wasn’t quite “awake”
He should’ve been freaked out, but Toby knew what he was capable of. And a part of him liked knowing he had that capability to take another persons life without hesitation
UNDERGROUND .
But despite this power, he was sick. He was plagued with Slender Sickness. The parasite burrowed in his mind and his body and now he was a conduit for The Slenderman
The forest Toby usually hid out in was typically called “Slender Forest”, or sometimes just “The Forest”. It was Slender himself. The forest was apart of Slenderman. The roots were his tendrils, the trees were his eyes, the ground was his skin.
The forest existed outside of the bounds of reality and could only be accessed if you were connected to Slender in some way. If you had access to The Slenderman, you had access to the forest
And most people who were like Toby would seek shelter there as it was the best place to hide from civilization and the authorities
The edge of the forest was connected directly to the real world. It was your typical woods with hiking trails, open areas for campers, and was right on the edge of a highway near a lake
The more you go into that forest (if you have initial access to it) the more you’d be entering Slender Forest. It gets darker, colder, the terrain is flat and repetitive
Deeper you go, darker it gets. Toby always felt like he was in a liminal space when he was in that forest, but in the way it feels like being carried to bed from a car ride by your father when you were 4 years old
Eerily familiar and nostalgic, even though there was no way in hell Toby had ever been there before becoming ‘sick’
Over the months Toby would find himself meeting more and more people like himself. Some by chance, some by the metaphorical hands of The Slenderman
This kid was a freak, a weird guy who was just generally uncomfortable to be around. He was unsocialized and an antisocial prick and you could easily tell that there was something fundamentally wrong with him
So no matter who he met, and even if they were just like him, Toby would never really get along with anyone
Toby had bad anger issues and would always pick fights with the others. When he met Hoodie and Masky, two men who were supposedly the same as him, he lost his shit
It caused a lot of problems at the beginning. But it hurt when he went against Slenders orders. It hurt. And to someone not used to feeling pain, it felt like eternal hell when he defied orders
Job after job, murder after murder, all the time lost. They spread the sickness, tied up loose ends, fell victim to the eldritch parasite. The group got to know each other in the most twisted circumstances
PROXY .
There are two types of relationship you could have with The Slenderman
You could be a proxy, a direct pawn for him, a spreader of the sickness, a vessel to allow Slender to interact with reality outside of his forest
Or you could be a Creep, a killer, entity, or person with connections to Slender or proxies but not useful/of interest enough to use as a vessel or pawn
Toby was a proxy. One of the top, the closest to Slender, one of the most used by him. And he was as obedient as he could be
The boy was lazy, but dedicated. He got the job done but he got it done messily and carelessly. Starting forest fires, leaving bodies to be found, letting victims go just for the thrill of chasing them, starting fights with connections, mouthing off, etc
This would piss his ‘coworkers’ right the fuck off because now they’re left to clean up his messes
He didn’t care though. He was hyper, reckless, and he always wanted more. Anything to keep him busy
More murder, more drama, more fights, more jobs, more sickness, more connections. More more more more
As time passed, Masky and Hoodie would beat the boy into shape and he would bite back like a bad dog. But he learnt how to survive the world, and he was crafty
Sometimes they'd go weeks and maybe a month without getting any direction from Slenderman. They were all horribly bored
It was so fucking boring
But after everything he's done, all the shit he's seen, all the people he's killed and convinced to start killing, after everyone hes led into Slendermans trap
There was no way in hell this boy could ever find redemption
This was what he was built for. Toby Rogers burned to ash in that fire, and like a phoenix Slenderman pulled him out and crafted him like clay
Just like he molded Masky and Hoodie
This group was in it together whether they liked it or not
BAD DOG .
Now this kid was a menace. He was a fucked up kid who never really grew out of his conduct issues, he grew into them
A spitting image of his father. Bitter, mean, and alone.
He wasn’t friendly. He was a loud-mouthed, arrogant asshole who said and did whatever he wanted to. He would mercilessly tease and put people down just to be on top, and god forbid anybody hurt his fragile ego
Masky and Hoodie would often beat the shit out of him if he caused problems, even if he couldnt feel it. They knew he hated feeling small, and so when he stepped out of line or did something risky they would do just that
Everybody always made him feel small, and he'd do anything in his power to fight back
He spent so many years of his life not being able to do anything in his childhood. He spent so many years being a victim to those who were bigger than him when he was supposed to be nurtured and cared for
And he was so fucking angry. Toby would take these feelings out on his victims. The sense of power over them was exhilarating. It made him feel alive. For once in his life he made sure that no one would ever fuck with him again, he was finally capable of standing up for himself
Their life was in his hands. He loved chasing them through the forest or hearing them beg for his mercy. He loved the feeling of having the capability to beat someone into submission
He would target people who rejected him or made him feel like a freak just for that powertrip. So his victims were primarily girls at bars who treated him like he was a creep, or people who insulted him on the streets
Toby was a stalker. He would hunt them down and wait for the moment they forgot to lock their door at night or made the mistake of taking a shortcut through an alleyway
The boy wouldn’t let anybody fuck with him like that. He was a bully who pushed people around and hurt them if they went against him
But that was just his victims, he was always just the runt of the group back in his world. He wasn’t smart or mature or wise as those other guys were. He was a reckless idiot who never thought twice and would lose himself to dramatics
And so Toby couldn’t ever really escape the bullying and abuse. He was forever stuck being powerless
This reflected back badly onto his behaviour where he would get more and more reckless and do more risky things just to do more. He needed more. He craved stimulation and was a bit of an adrenaline junkie to a fault
Toby never considered consequences. He was an asshole who said and did whatever he wanted. He didnt give a fuck about boundaries or others feelings, and god knows he never once felt bad for the things he did or said
But while he was just like his father, he had his mothers heart. In another world where he was properly nurtured as a child Toby would’ve been a sweetheart who did good in the world
On the rare occasions where he shut his mouth, you could see this in him. He would sometimes awkwardly sit by people who were having a tough time, not really saying anything but just being there. Or he would give advice in the most annoying, intrusive ways. He always meant well though
But he never let this side show. He was far too paranoid and far too angry to ever be that vulnerable with someone
Toby had a good sense of acting though. He had a knack for theatrics and was very good at putting on a show. He could play a troubled teen, a victim of circumstance. Or he could play a stupid naive idiot who was more like a hyper child than anything.
Sometimes he played into the act so well people would completely forget what he was capable of, and what he’s done, until he got pissed off and starting threatening to hurt them
It was eerie at how well the boy could manipulate people
DIRTY WORK .
At the start, Toby glamorized and idealized his situation and The Slenderman. The strange creature was like a god to him, and Toby wouldn’t ever fight against His commands
But as more time passed and more atrocities were committed, after all the pain and suffering, he began to absolutely hate the life he was given
He began understand all of Brians resentment, all of Tims anger
No matter what he felt about it, there was no getting out. Toby couldn’t die, he couldn’t run, he couldn’t hide. There was absolutely no escaping the sickness
He was always watching
Toby did what he did, and he would forever be a puppet to this thing.
Sometimes he would sit alone in the pews of a Church, not to pray or seek forgiveness, but because in a house of worship and holiness the sickness subdued for a short while
The boy wasn’t built for hope and forgiveness anyways. He couldn’t imagine any sort of future for himself and just took everything day by day, moment by moment
So the next few years of his life was spent crashing in abandoned cabins or Tims apartment, ruining every good thing in his life, patrolling the forest, washing blood off of his hands and losing so much time to Him
And for those next few years, Toby would spend every waking moment wishing he was never saved in that fire
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rindouheart · 1 year
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hiii!! how's your day going?? i hope you have a good day♡♡. i was wondering if you could write some headcanons about yukimiya and nagi (i know you said you write for almost everyone but you can ignore nagi if you dont want to write him) having a crush on someone who is really flirty and affectionate??? you can avoid this request if you dont feel like writing dont be pressured please. thank you for reading my request, take care♡♡💕
YUKIMIYA and NAGI falling for an affectionate s/o 🌿
content. pure fluff + gender neutral s/o
author’s note. hi cutie, tysm for your request + AWWW YUKKI MY BB i love him more than my own life and yes, i also write for nagi despite being a btch towards reo (love/hate relationship with this giant marshmallow). I hope you like it!
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YUKIMIYA KENYU
this boy!!!
he’s obviously used to be surrounded by people (especially girls) since he’s a model.
yukki has experienced many love confessions towards him, but he never had the chance to say the ✨ magic words ✨ to someone important for him.
and then there’s you. his best friend since childhood. you, his special someone.
you’ve always loved to give him hugs and to compliment him about his football achievements.
he just goes aww when he sees you.
yukki realises that he’s in love with you when otoya asked him “are you looking for them again?”
holy shit.
he absolutely adores when you give him loads of affection.
how to make him melt on the spot: say “i love you so much, yukki”
oh boy he fell so hard for you.
“you know you’re the best person i’ve ever met in my whole life?”
yukki dot exe stopped working
yukki often has to cover his face when you say something flirty to him.
he’s so embarrassed omg, he can’t even look at you without blushing 😭
he used to think that flirty and extremely affectionate people were kind of a burden, but you made him reconsider his opinion.
you’re so charming and sweet that he wants to protect you
while he was in blue lock and hadn’t access to his phone he missed you A LOT
yukki would probably confess to you on the two weeks break: he invited you to a cafè to meet his teammates and friends.
then, when you all went to the nearby arcade, he won a pink teddy bear in one of those damned claw machines.
he gave it to you and asked if you wanted to be his partner (!!!)
shocked otoya and karasu in the background
NAGI SEISHIRO
clearly clueless
he didn’t mind your clingy behaviour.
at first, reo introduced you to him, because he thought that having a couple more friends wouldn’t harm nagi’s health.
nagi was like “okay, whatever”
you weren’t sure if nagi was okay with too much affection all at once, so you just sat beside him and laid your head on his shoulder.
“you’re comfortable”, you pulled out your phone and started playing a random game.
reo absolutely adores you two as a soon-to-be couple.
nagi has mixed feelings: he loves and hates the fuzzy feeling that you give him.
“sooo… we’ve been picked to participate in this football special programme” reo was the one who told you about blue lock.
“can i give you a hug?” you asked to nagi before leaving
he obviously said yes!! he didn’t mind your affectionate behaviour at all!!
while his stay at blue lock, nagi always thinks about how much he misses your lovely actions towards him.
and when you kiss him on the cheek and say “i’ll miss you, seishiro”
he just 🧍🏻
reo basically died on the spot
nagi will never admit that he has feelings for someone who has an opposite character in comparison with his.
he would invite you to his apartment and play genshin impact with you (adorable)
“how did you become so good at league of legends? this game is so difficult” - nagi loves when you compliment his gaming skills.
you’re the only person who can play badly and not annoy nagi. this is how he tells you “i like you”.
you fell asleep on his shoulder while he was playing fifa on his PlayStation.
he thought that you were the cutest person he’s ever seen (yes, he took a selfie and sent it to reo).
he would confess his love for you by initiating an hug or whatever that has to do with affection.
he’s so awww when he hugs you, this 190cm marshmallow gives the best hugs ever, but he doesn’t know that.
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greyyson83 · 11 months
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tell the world
genre | fluff
warnings | one kiss (not detailed), tiny mention of lockdown, use of y/n, she/her pronouns used, unedited
pairings | tommyinnit x editor!fem!reader; platonic!wilbur soot x reader
word count | around 1.1K
a/n | first tommy fic! promise I'm getting around to those requests I have the beginnings of them in my drafts!
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the title of the video would just be “announcement” in all caps. it was dramatic, it was enticing and with both you and tommy in the thumbnail, everyone would know it was important and everyone would click on the video. the message would get to everyone that was a fan of either of you - or at least it had to get to as many people as possible. there was no point in hiding it anymore, now was the time.
you had met tommy a while ago. years and years ago, you had been a childhood friend of will’s, having grown up around him and his family and been a few years below him in secondary and primary. when he had started youtube and twitch, you had come to him about being his editor, and he had been more than happy to hire you. all throughout lockdown the two of you lived together, him streaming and filming and then you editing the vods and videos ready to post. you were easily best friend, and were around him all throughout the dream smp, when he met tommy.
it was around this time that you met tommy, too. him and wilbur’s characters were close and so they were drawn together which naturally meant you were too. both of you were similar ages and easily had a lot in common. then there was the first time the crimeboys met in real life, and of course, you were there. tommy han’t really seen you before, but was completely smitten around you. it was so out of character for him that you couldn’t- wouldn’t believe it was true when wilbur told you. (there were also behind the scenes clips of wilbur teasing tommy about being so smitten, but he would never let them see the light of day).
when tommy started filming so much that he didn’t have the time to edit his videos well enough for the viewer count he was getting each time, you happily stepped up. wilbur was slowly filming less and less with lovejoy starting and you needed something to do, and this was the perfect way to pass your time and make a bit of money (and spend more time with your crush)
then sorry boys started. they needed an editor and there you were. by now you were comfortable enough to put your face out onto the internet and so naturally had cameos in the videos, as well as being in the behind the scenes clips that were put together for the other sorry boys channels. it was also just before this that tommy had made a move. finally. wilbur and the rest of them had had enough of the flirting and the refusal to accept feelings from both parties, forcing tommy to just tell you already. which he did. it was sweet but its a story for another time.
that was about six months ago. you had managed to join them on all their escapades; amsterdam, france, hiring out a trampoline and water park, the whole lot. it was brilliant, all apart from one thing: trying to keep your relationship from being too obvious.
you were in every video. so was tommy. both of you were extremely touchy in the worst of times, let alone when you were having fun and there was only so much you could cut out of videos. somehow the two of you had to restrain from going too near each other otherwise the entire twitch and youtube community would blow up. it was so difficult. which was why you and tommy had given open. today was the day.
the camera was rolling. for now you were out of frame but in a few minutes you would be in the frame and by the evening, everyone would know about tommy and you. it was about damn time, though.
“i have a girlfriend!” tommy spoke, as soon as the camera started recording.
immediately, you burst into laughter at his words. he turned and looked at you with a questioning look, but you just shook your head, unable to speak. “i-” you paused, slowing down your breathing so you could speak, the laughter dying down. “i didn’t expect you to just say it so outwardly. i thought you would at least build up to it.”
he shrugged, still looking confused. “do you want me to build up to it?”
“no, no, just do it however you want, it was just sudden. that’ll be a good clip though.”
“‘course it will.” he grinned, shaking his head at you and turning back to the camera. “yes it’s true! it’s official! she’s actually right here next to me, and you do all know her. or at least, you should.”
he paused a moment. but then he didn’t start talking again, so you spoke up. “you going to continue?”
“no i don’t think so.”
you stood up from his bed, still staying out of frame but resting a hand on the back of his chair so he had to look up at you. “tommy, you might as well. i’ve spoke so much now that they almost definitely know it's me.”
he laughed softly, looking swiftly between you and the camera. and then suddenly he grabbed your wrist, pulling you down into his lap. well, now you were in the frame for sure. and sitting in tommy's lap for the whole world to see. you couldn't blame him, though, having gone so long without being able to show the world how much he loved you, of course he wasn't going to let go of you when the two of you finally told everyone.
"well now they know." tommy laughed, clutching your hand and looking one last time at you, then towards the camera. "boys, this is my girlfriend. the wonderful y/n."
you started laughing yet again, unable to contain your simple joy at his announcement. no more hiding, no more having to drop his hand in public or standing away from him so people didn't get suspicious. your head automatically fell into the comfort of the crook of his neck, smiling into the skin.
"what? everything alright?" he asked, squeezing your hand ever so slightly. "do you want me to turn the camera off?"
bringing your head out of his neck, you shook your head. "no no, i'm fine. continue explaining."
you only had to reassure him one more time that you were fine before he turned back towards the camera, grinning again with the same joy that was running through your veins, too. "this is more of a serious video than usual, I know, but neither of us could keep it in for much longer! we've been wanting to tell you all for so long but held back and now it's finally out there! anything you wanted to say?"
for a moment you thought, then when the correct words came into your head you spoke: "this video wasn't really because we wanted to be more transparent and open, but more so because we wanted to feel more comfortable on camera, which means being able to act like we would off camera. that in itself wouldn't be possible without telling the world we're together."
"yeah." tommy agreed.
"and we've both spoken about this for long time, weighing up the pros and cons of it, and overall- actually, there was a list wasn't there."
tommy laughed slightly, nodding. "there was a list, yes. i think it's downstairs, though."
you shrugged, resting your cheek on his head as you started speaking again. "oh well, it's for another time. basically, telling all of you guys wasn't a random decision that we made this morning. we've been actual adults and thought about this for a while now."
"yeah, exactly." he spoke. "anyway, i think that's it. if you've got anything else you wanted to say?" lastly, you thought for a little longer before shaking your head, smiling and tommy started speaking. "see you all later boys." he said goodbye and leaned forward a little, turning the camera off to stop recording.
almost immediately you shimmied into him more. waiting for him to tightly wrap his arms around your waist, and you were not disappointed when he did. quickly, you brought a hand up to his cheek, softly pressing your lips against his, eyes fluttering closed.
oh god how you loved this man. and now the world new it.
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kurogane2512 · 8 months
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Hello! Maybe something with jealous!cocolia from hsr??? Could be nsfw or sfw. Thank you!
You know I love Cocolia but it annoys me how I'm never satisfied writing her because I barely know anything about her canon self....it's situations like these where I rack my brains hard and come up with many possibilities that suit her but, in the end, I can't settle with one of them cause Mihoyo just didn't give me enough...
Aaanyways, I'll stop ranting my disappointment for Cocolia and give her love through my writing! On that note, I thought of 2 possibilities for her jealous self depending on the time period~
Game: Honkai Star Rail
Characters: HSR Cocolia x fem!Reader
Type: Fluff (hcs with suggestive drabble)
PreStellaronCocolia! is a sweet, kind and fun-loving woman. She supports her friends and isn't so uptight about rules, she has Belobog's best interest at heart and swore to protect it, she adopted Bronya and raised her well like a good mother. She had her dreams and aspirations, and she never put down others for her own benefit.
She was loved and respected by many, and she too loved and respected her people as she knew the responsibility she'll eventually have. You were childhood friends with her and Serval but you couldn't be more different than them; they were the troublemakers while you were the diligent student council president who always caught them but never had the guts to punish them beyond verbal scolding.
Cocolia loved you for a long time, but was unsure of confessing because she thought you liked Serval more. Serval was always more outgoing and confident than her and didn't hold back from showing her affection to you in public, even in front of Cocolia whom she knew had a crush on you. Perhaps, this would cause you to see an unexpected side of Cocolia.
"Hey, Y/n?~ Come on, let's go home!~" Serval mused as she lounged on your table in the Student Council Office after school, teasing you while you tried to work.
"Serval...." you sighed as you pinched your temple, "I told you I still have work. Go home with Cocolia."
"Buuut she's busy with her club~ And I'm bored without you!~"
You sighed further and paid her no heed. She pouted and stood up from the table then made her way over to your chair before suddenly tapping your shoulder. You looked up at her in annoyance and she sneakily slid herself between you and the table, settling on your lap with her arms around your neck. You blushed; while this action wasn't particularly new for her, it was a bit sudden at this moment.
"W-What? I told you I ha—"
"Hey, Y/n. I like you~"
Your eyes widened, "Huh?! This isn't the time for your pranks! Get off me, I have to submit these reports!"
"It's not a prank! I—"
Serval couldn't continue as a loud thud was heard from across the room. Both of you looked towards the door and found Cocolia standing there with a shocked look on her face, her bag dropped to her feet which was the source of the sound earlier. She looked at the two of you with her mouth agape, finding it difficult to believe what she just heard.
"C-Cocolia..." you nervously husked, unsure of what to say.
Serval simply smirked before standing up from your lap, you too stood up as Cocolia walked towards you both with her arms crossed over her chest. She glared at Serval who couldn't hold back her grinning face, she was enjoying this.
"Are you serious, Serval?" Cocolia questioned, a surprising seriousness in her tone. Serval just grinned more then laughed out, catching you by surprise but Cocolia was unhinged.
"Haha~ I was just joking! I'm sorry, Y/n. That was a prank, I was just trying to get your attention, hahaha!"
You looked at her wide-eyed and sighed, slightly relieved she wasn't serious. She then walked past Cocolia and patted her shoulder while whispering, "No need to thank me~"
Cocolia scoffed and Serval went out of the room, saying goodbye to both of you. You were now left alone with Cocolia, awkwardly fidgeting around before speaking, "Ah, right! Is your club do—"
Cocolia suddenly embraced you before you could finish, tightly wrapping her arms around your body causing your head to be buried in her chest.
"Y/n....what would you have said earlier?"
"W-What do you mean?"
"To Serval's confession....if she was serious, what would you have said?"
"....I would have denied. I don't like her that way."
Cocolia's eyes lit up and she quickly held your face, "Then! Would you....um....if I...." Cocolia fumbled on her words, unable to form sentences and kept babbling on.
"C-Cocolia, are you okay?"
She gritted her teeth then immediately hugged you again, this time even tighter than before. "I....I love you, Y/n....I got anxious earlier seeing Serval do that. I thought you liked her and....I-I just...."
You couldn't believe your ears, was she actually serious? The woman you love also loved you back? Since when did you become so lucky in life?
You smiled and wrapped your arms around her body to calm her down, "Me too....I love you too. I would have rejected her because I love you..."
Now Cocolia was equally surprised too but couldn't be happier. She suddenly pushed you onto the chair you were sitting on earlier and straddled your lap the same way Serval had, almost mimicking the scene. She gripped your shoulders and leaned closer, her ample breasts pressing against your chest making you flustered. You slowly moved your hands on her waist and gently held it, the two of you gazing at each other.
"....I didn't like what I saw earlier."
You chuckled, "I didn't take you for the jealous type~"
"O-Of course, anyone would become jealous seeing their crush do intimate things with someone else!"
You smiled and snuggled into her neck, "But, I wouldn't have let her go too far. And I don't think she would have either."
"Mm, I know...It's just, I felt a sudden uneasiness at that...."
"Then, I'll comfort you~" you looked up and gripped her chin before leaning in and placing your lips on hers, initiating a gentle kiss. She was caught by surprise but quickly accepted and kissed you back, pulling your head closer. Your lips moved in perfect rhythm as if they were made for each other, her tongue soon licked your bottom lip and slipped in your mouth.
Plesant moans elicited from both of you as your tongues engaged in a heated a passionate manner. You pulled her closer into you, and she moaned into the kiss and arched back before you placed her on the table in front. Her legs wrapped your waist now and caged you within herself, your lips not leaving each other's for even a moment. Your long-buried feelings for each other were unstoppable now, and both of you were more than willing to indulge.
StellaronAffectedCocolia! is a whole different person, a complete opposite of her past self. She's no longer the kind and fun-loving woman from her school days. She's now the Supreme Guardian of Belobog who is ruthless, strict and rule-abiding to the extreme. One wrong foot in front of her can get anyone thrown in prison.
The only kindness she shows is to her daughter and loved one; however, that is also slowly fading away. She becomes cold and distant from you, acting as if she never loved you. The voice in her head compels her to ignore you, telling her that you are a distraction and a thorn in her path.
However, one emotion becomes enhanced to the extreme- jealousy. Cocolia was never the type to take extreme steps when jealous, she'd usually pout and become clingy in the past. But now, she was possessive and desperate. Jealousy was a rare emotion to her now since she didn't pay as much attention to you; but the moments she'd catch you even slightly intimate with someone else would make her seethe and harshly drag you away. She didn't care where it was or who you were with, she held the highest authority in all of Belobog and nobody had the right to take you.
Cocolia's pen dragged across the document in front of her, harsh strokes scratching the paper when a knock was heard on her office door.
"Madame Cocolia, we have brought Lady Y/n."
"Send her in."
The door opened and the Silvermane Guards holding you pushed you inside causing you to fall down as you struggled in their hold. They were about to come closer and help you stand up but were stopped.
"Leave. I'll handle this." Cocolia's voice roared from across her table, the guards immediately bowing and closing the door while going out. You stood up with a scoff and brushed your clothes as Cocolia stood up and circled in front of her table, leaning on the edge with her hands crossed over her chest.
"What is it? Now you suddenly remember me?" you questioned with a glare, walking a bit closer to her.
"You have been found to be engaging in activities in the Underworld, Y/n L/n."
You looked at her in surprise then glared again, "What proof do you have?"
Cocolia turned around and picked up a file from her table then handed it to you, you browsed through it and found photos of yourself in different places at the Underworld, engaging and talking with people.
"Do you have an explanation for your treachery?"
You gritted your teeth, "Treachery....they are the people of Belobog as well, the people you have long ignored!"
"Do not question the Supreme Guardian! You have been found to be secretly making contact with the people there, assisting them in various ways. You have made allies with that woman, the doctor, and there have been reports of suspicious behavior between you two."
"What do you mean by that?!"
Cocolia glared and walked up to you then grabbed your jaw, "Do not make me spell it out. You are well aware of what I'm referring to!"
"Huh....wait, you think I'm cheating on you with her?!"
"Good that you catch on quickly. Now that you have confirmed it, I have every right to apprehend you."
"What?! You really think I am—?!" you looked at her unhinged expression in shock, you couldn't believe she was really thinking that.
"Fine! You know that, I'm glad you brought this up. Because I was going to break up with you anyways!"
You declared with a shout, and Cocolia's expression changed for the first time. She suddenly became shocked and confused, even slightly upset.
"Leave her....she is a distraction....throw her away...." a mysterious voice spoke in Cocolia's head all of a sudden, and she felt losing control of herself. She looked at your firm expression and felt uneasiness in her chest, she didn't want it to come to this.
"I know you don't love me anymore. You have been treating me like some stranger for months now. This is the first time we have properly talked in so long and this is what you wanted to say. Fine then, I'm going away as you want. I'd much rather be with someone who actually loves me and cares for me; after all, I'm just a thorn to you, right?"
You spoke in a melancholic tone and proceeded to turn around to walk away, it broke your heart having to leave your one true love this way but you had enough. If she no longer loved you then you weren't going to force her; you wanted her to be free, even if it hurt you. All of a sudden, Cocolia ran up to you and hugged you from behind, making you stop in your place.
Her arms wrapped around your torso as her body pressed into you. You stood in shock and were about to speak but she roughly turned you around and pinned you on the wall behind you, harshly grabbing your wrists and holding them up. She spoke nothing and immediately dived in to kiss your neck, you gasped as you felt her teeth mark your skin and suck on it.
She was desperate, relentless, needy.....she wasn't going to let you go. Her lips sucked and left various red marks all over your neck before sliding down your shirt from your shoulder and making similar marks there. You squirmed in her hold, your head shooting back as her lips travelled up to your jaw, placing fluttering kisses all over before meeting your own lips in a passionate kiss.
"Mhm...C-Cocolia-aahn!~"
"Mine....You are mine, Y/n. Don't you dare think of leaving me!"
She husked in your ear before biting your lobe, a muffled moan leaving your mouth.
"Tell me you don't love that woman...Tell me!"
Your lips trembled as tears formed in your eyes, "I don't! I don't love her at all and you should know that! She only treats me kindly but that doesn't mean I'd date her! But...but....What have you done all this time?! Did you even remember we were dating!? It's been months since we last held each other this way and kissed! What was I supposed to do?!"
Cocolia looked at you in guilt, it was the first time you saw her this way ever since she became the Supreme Guardian. You had no idea what changed her, you thought she wanted to do her duties but it escalated beyond that and you no longer knew anything. Her thoughts, her feelings, her emotions....everything was unknown to you.
"....Do you remember the day we confessed? The day we got together...?" you asked.
She nodded, "I do....that day in the student council room....after Serval did that...."
You didn't expect her to remember but you were very happy hearing this, you smiled then went closer and snuggled into her neck.
"What happened to you? Is something troubling you? Please tell me, I want to help and support you however I can...."
Cocolia's heart felt heavy, everything was on the tip of her tongue but she dared not speak a word. She couldn't.
"It's fine. Just....don't leave me, not you too. You and the memories with you are all that I have left. Stay with me and make me remember everything; our first kiss, our first date, our first time together....everything, I want everything of you."
She held you tighter and you nodded against her chest before leaning up and pecking her lips, "Well, would you like to relive some of them?~"
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★ language of love
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Notes:This week there should be a full-fledged horny chapter on a slightly different topic and with other characters, but here I was beautifully lazy. I'm too impatient not to release this work a little earlier than expected.
Pairing: Simon Riley/fem!reader,Konig/fem!reader
Word count: 581
A/N: ‼️Subjectively my personal interpretations and vision of the characters. I don’t claim canonicity.‼️ I accept your requests and ideas, I will be happy to write this down. :)
I warn you that the work may contain many repetitions, typos and/or grammatical and lexical errors. If you find it, please feel free to mention it.💟
I TRANSLATED MY ALREADY READY FANFIC INTO ENGLISH, SORRY IN ADVANCE FOR THE IMPORTANCES!!
English is not my native language!! ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
★König
Help me get something from the top shelves? Yes please! To accompany you to the infirmary in case of injury, even the slightest? He will carry you in his arms and, in addition, will carefully check that the doctors will help you. Sit nearby for company? With pleasure - and all without further ado. Heart-to-heart conversations are not his strong point; but to express his certain sympathy through actions and deeds - this is where he is happy. Naturally, Konig is quite rude and straightforward towards his colleagues on the defensive line, and is also merciless towards targets who need to be eliminated; to be honest, he can break the spine of a large soldier with one wave of his hand. And such a big guy like him, more like the iceberg that sank the great Titanic, cannot control himself at the sight of a very fragile, in his opinion, girl. With your appearance in a man’s life, there was some meaning and awareness of the meeting for which he went through all the torments of childhood. Konig will do everything possible so that you only blossom under his supervision, without noticing everything that happens against the background of your relationship: shooting, death, murder. Cautiously, approaching from behind, Konig, due to his impressive size, will hover over you, his hand ahead of yours, taking a heavy iron box with new poured cartridges from the very top of the rack, lowering them in front of your nose. — Where to take it? — Oh… Thank you very much, Konig. If it’s not difficult for you, then… - And then the man could not listen to you, as if under hypnosis by the charming features of your face, he watched as you, with a smile, actively gesticulating, explained where to take the heavy box; damn, he'll have to blush under his mask again, asking you again.
★ Ghost
This rude British man of action also expresses his sympathy with actions, not empty words. However, unlike Koenig, who does this with some kind of tenderness and caution, this cracker goes ahead, which is not typical for him. Ghost is too straightforward and is not going to waste time on (yours, haha.) awkward questions, the answers to which he will not give anyway. He takes it and does it. If something doesn’t work out for you, a man will come up from behind, touching your waist with one hand, and will do everything for you without hesitation. — Stop squirming, let me do it. - and that’s all he’ll say before he takes the big machine gun from your small hands and loads it himself, fixing the jamming bolt. From the outside, if you don’t know that in essence you and Ghost are very close, it may seem that he is reproaching you, but this is absolutely not the case. In fact, behind such actions lies the real wild passion of a cracker named Simon "Ghost" Riley for your touch. His skin bubbles with pleasure when the warmth of your body is felt through the thick body armor and thick gloves. Ghost will not miss a single moment when he can unobtrusively touch you, so as not to arouse suspicion and thoughts about his weaknesses. Spreading his legs wider, Ghost will touch your fragile knees, smiling under his thick skull mask, like a stupid boy in love. Of course, he will never say this, following on your heels so as not to miss the moment when you need him most.
tags- @simp4konig FOR UU MY POKKIE WOOKIE 🥰🥵 HAAAHFGJA
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absolutely certain
Genre: sfw, fluff/angst (some difficult personality traits are mentioned)
 -- a few head-canons that I think are 100000% true and you cannot convince me otherwise - hazel is *checks title*  (not edited) 
Includes: Albedo, Childe, Diluc, Thoma, Xiao, Zhongli 
Character x GN Reader | Anthology 
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Albedo 
he loves seeing you accomplish your goals - big or small, if you set your mind to something he is transfixed in watching you figure it out until the solution drops in your capable lap. he will aid you, of course, but only when you’ve exhausted all your options - its not that he wants to see you struggle, it’s that he knows you are capable, even when you feel l like you’re not (he’s your biggest cheerleader) 
he enjoys cooking for you - it’s become something of a slight hobby for him (though it’s not often). when the moment is just right, or he finds himself preparing food for later in the day, he will make something extra and bring it your way just so he can see the smile on your face 
he’s not touchy-feely - he will hold your hand, and offer respectful touch, but he doesn’t think much on intimacy, especially in public. albedo’s affection comes out in many ways, but physical affection is low on the list - it’ll take time for him to be that close. sit beside him while you both work, trail your fingers over his arm while you’re lost in thought, play with his hair - he will welcome all of them in due time; if there is more, a discussion will need to be had about what comes next. all he needs is to know what you want, all he needs is your clear consent - wherever your boundary is, he wants it defined to know how not to cross it
he has notebooks filled with drawing of you - its not a secret that albedo likes to draw things he thinks ‘capture the meaning of life.’ you’ve seen him sketch a quick portrait while at dinner and give it to the subject he examined, but what you don’t know is that some of his most treasured possessions are the sketchbooks he has where every page is filled with you. engaged in the mundane, he captures your likeness. you’re lost in your work, he traces those expressions. you gift him your smile, he’s captured it on parchment. but his most favorite drawing of all is framed on his desk, protected by shimmering glass reflecting the warm sunlight. looking at reminds him of the wholesome nature of this world because it captures purity in all forms. it represents laughter and joy, of love and family - this drawing is simple but to him its everything: his most cherished person lifting his sister into the air so she can reach the stars
Childe
he adores lifting you into the air - for fun, for love - hugging your back or wrapping his arms around you from the front, the sound of your laughter and the feeling of you in his arms, relying completely on his strength gets him going more than anything else 
he wants a family with you - he doesn’t care what it looks like, 1 child, 10 children, no children - he could care less what that family looks like as long as it’s you. make him your family, allow him to expand his own - till death do you part he will never let you go 
he will talk your ear off - when he’s comfortable with someone, completely trusts them, he shares his whole world - and perhaps a bit too much - he will tell you stories of his childhood, of the ups and downs, he’ll gush about his family and share pictures he has of them in his wallet. childe wants you to know him -- not harbinger him, not fighter him -- please, will you give him the time to get to know Ajax? 
he thinks about things head on - because most of his problems can be solved by direct action, he will tend to offer a lot of problem solving options when you are struggling. sometimes they work and others they make you more overwhelmed; he might not notice his tactics are failing until you snap but when that happens he retreats, relents, waits for you to tell him what to do. -- ‘just hold me, okay?’ --  ‘you got it’ 
Diluc 
he looks at you far too often - even before the two of you started dating, he found himself drawn to you. his eyes, his heart, his want to be at your side - it was practically suffocating. for a while that’s all he’d allow himself, a quick glance, a perk of the ear when he heard your voice - but you reached through the tiny crack he left open for love until he was finally brave enough to take it 
he stands so close - close enough for you to feel the warmth he gives off, near enough that every once in a while you’ll feel something familiar press against your lower back - it’s his hand that yearns to touch you but tries so hard to hold itself back. he isn’t affectionate in public, but his proximity speaks every drop of love he feels for you 
he’s focused - sometimes too much that it can feel like you don’t exist around him. you can be talking to him, try to ask him a question, or stand in the room waiting for him to notice you but he never does. the boy’s thoughts are consumed completely with what’s in front of him - it hurt at first but you soon learned its not because he doesn’t love you. if you really want his attention, all you need do it walk near to him and run your fingers over his ear - trust me, the eyes that find yours hold nothing but unconditional love 
the master of the ‘lifting your chin’ technique - there is something about the feeling of pushing your chin up to look at him that drives him wild. the first time he did it he was nervous, worried he was being too controlling but the way you reacted told him otherwise - now, whether its to ensure you hear him, to see your face before he leaves for the day, or to hold you tenderly as he kisses you hello, he can’t get enough - and neither can you 
Kaeya
physical touch is his way of life - kaeya has to be touching you in one way or another. his hand to your back, his arm on resting on your shoulder or head, his back flush against yours, chest to chest as he looks in your eyes. you’ve found yourself swarmed by his desire for touch, smothered in it at times but he just can’t stop himself. it’s his love language -- touching or being touched. the surest way to ease his stress is to place with his hair, run your fingers over his eyebrows as he rests in your lap, gently caress the angles of his face, the corner of his raised lips - let him be close to you, it’s all he needs 
seriousness is not a natural reaction - the vast majority of what comes out of his mouth is a joke, a tease, a ‘this isnt very serious’ response which, at times, can be rather fun but at others it’s infuriating. he hates being serious, it reminds him of all the terrible moments in his life, reminds him of the strict world he was raised in - he never did flourish in serious land. he has a hard time shifting gears - more like those gears are coated in high-proof liquor - but if there is something he hates worse than having a serious conversation its seeing you cry ... to freeze those tears he’d do the unthinkable 
he’s capable - capable in accomplishing his goals, capable in getting what he wants, capable of twisting what’s around him until it spells out his desires, his wishes - Kaeya is far more capable than he lets on and that is his best weapon. it can be quiet jarring to see him switch from the lazy, ‘go with the flow’ attitude he’s so often employs into a serious, almost terrifying focus. every time you see it it sends a shiver down your spine; not because you know what he’s going to do, but because he so easily made you forget in the first place 
he feels everything - he tries not to let it show but every slight against him, every whisper spoken in the shadows he hears like another stab in the back. Kaeya might appear to be aloof, indifferent, out of reach from all the goings on around him but he’s not - in fact he’s so sensitive that he’s learned to build barrier after barrier to keep him in tact. it’s why he’s so much better at working in the shadows -- it’s easier to deal in back-alley agreements than face a world flooded with light. micro expressions, shifts in tone, these are not lost on him -- you wonder why he stares at you so much, it’s because he’s waiting for the truth to come out and hoping without hope you’ll be the one person who never lies to him 
Thoma
he gives all of himself - and while this makes him a wonderful person, it also makes him vulnerable to exhaustion. the boy puts everyone, everything before his own needs that there are times you’ve found him passed out in the most random places. once he was doing laundry and you found him face first in a pile of clean clothes. he’ll try to play it off or tell you its fine - good luck trying to convince him to slow down - its like arguing with radiant sunshine (and you often lose) 
best house-husband, a tad strict - Thoma doesn’t mind keeping the house clean, making food for the two of you, ensuring things are running smoothly. he will willingly let you do your own part in maintaining the household, especially after a quick lesson on proper cleaning -- just know that he isn’t shy of crossing his arms and giving you ‘that look’ when you try to out-do your limits -- ‘don’t climb so high, its dangerous.’ / ‘slow down when you’re cutting, you could get hurt’ / ‘when you need something come find me’ -- Thoma would do it all if it meant you stayed safe ... just ... let him grab the hot pan for archons sake 
he holds your hand - like all the time. wherever you’re going, whenever you drift away, he will scoop your hand in his so he can keep you close, keep you safe. a kiss on the hand is a way for him to share his feelings when words aren’t enough, a gentle squeeze is a reminder he’s here with you, interlaced fingers ensure others know you are his and he is yours -- even in his sleep, your hand is in his, just the way he likes it 
he’s SO encouraging - Thoma is the most positive best cheerleader you could ever ask for. he will root for you in all ways, in all cases, and celebrate with you when you succeed. he knows you are capable and can do it on your own - you’ve accomplished so much already that this thing wont hold you down for long (though he will help if you need it; after all, he can’t take seeing you sad) 
Xiao 
he self-isolates a lot - it’s not because he hates you - in fact, you’ve grown to be a comfortable place for him. strangely enough, his mind wanders to you so often that he has gone to the bubu pharmacy in search of diagnosis to his obsessive imaginations - but there are moments when he needs to be on his own; to protect you or his heart he won’t say. Xiao will come back, no matter how what, he can’t imagine a life without seeing your face 
he tries his absolute best - he knows nothing about relationships. the closest ones he had were taken from him long ago, and the only other companions he knows are formal, respectful, and set at a proper distance - this is so new to him that he will fail a lot but he tries again, and again, and again, because he knows what it looks like to see you smile and that is something he desperately wants to see again 
he’s dangerously protective - if danger ever reached you, he would show no mercy in eradicating it. in these moments he can become terrifying, almost foreign to you but there is no mistaking the hand that keeps you behind him, the arm that glows as a warning to those wanting to cause you harm, the back that separates you from all danger -- you mean the world to him and he will dive into the deepest darkness to protect your light 
boy is touch starved - at first he doesn’t know what to do with himself - you put your hand on his arm and he tenses up, you hold his hand and he pulls away, you lean in to kiss his cheek and he balls his hands into fists. tender touch has never been given to him so he’s unsure how to react, uncertain if this is something he deserves -- but once he knows your hands will never hurt him, that your arms will never cage him, that your heart is as pure as the crystalflies he longs to reach, he melts. he leans into you like you are purifying water; his back relaxes against your chest as you hold him, his expression softens when you caress his cheek, he almost hums  when you play with his hair - you’ve taught him so much - but he never imagined he’d learn that someone's hands could be so safe 
Zhongli 
he buys you the most extravagant gifts - its obvious he wants to spoil you - zhongli see’s gifts as a representation of his admiration for you, the more personalized, special, perfect the gift the more it reflects the honor you hold in his heart - don’t be surprised to see lavish clothes, ornate dishes, rare books, or other random items appear in your house - he saw them while he was out and thought of you 
he listens to everything - and i mean everything. there is nothing that gets said around this man that he doesn’t hear (don’t whisper secrets, it’s why his hair is so long). something you’ve learned? he will be attentive in your recollection. something you love? he will sip his tea quietly while you explain every tiny detail - there is something beautiful in the way you shine in these moments; how can you blame him for wanting to watch 
he’s a slight hoarder - he doesn’t understand the meaning of ‘getting rid of things’ and though he is very particular about the way his home looks, his office, his environment, he can build up quiet a bad habit of keeping too many trinkets (or bringing home to many for you when he knows full well you don’t know where to put it). luckily, you’ve found some ways to compromise - now there is a rotating schedule of fanciful items resting on your bookshelf 
he lets you sit on his lap - like, this is the biggest win. if he’s reading, he simply chuckles at the way you crawl on his lap, the way you nestle against him, hand on his chest as you rest your back against his shoulder. it’ll make him pause until you’re comfortable but whether you stay up to listen to him as he reads aloud, or fall asleep against him, he doesn’t mind - in fact, it brings him comfort that he can’t completely articulate 
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m00nchildwrites · 11 days
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There is so much discourse over the Netflix Live Action, and a lot of it I find annoying BUT one of the main ones for me is people going on about the natla writing by claiming that they are "telling" more than "showing". Yet, in the same post, they are missing the point of some of the interactions between the characters by focusing only on the told instead of the complexity hidden between the lines in many cases. These actors are actually amazing. I'm beyond impressed with all of them tbh. But let me explain what I'm talking about with one example. There are so damn many, but I'm just going to point out one right now.
I see a lot of people's takes on the Natla Bumi as a grown man taking his anger out on a child and being extremely ooc, which shows that these people are only focusing on the obvious and- to channel Kakashi from Naruto- not looking beneath the underneath. While natla Bumi is different than the OG show, I personally like this version of Bumi. He feels more "real" while still feeling like Bumi. He is angry. He is angry and hurt to discover that it was his close friend who had been the Avatar. The Avatar that disappeared. The Avatar that ran and hid and let the war happen. People have to realize that this interaction is how Bumi finds out not only that his childhood friend that he thought was murdered all those years ago was alive this whole time, but that it was he who had the power to stop all of the terrible things that had happened since from happening. Of course, he is mad. Mad and hurt. He likely feels abandoned by his friend as well.
He is all of those things, but I feel like people are missing what else is going on.
Bumi was also trying to force Aang, who was a child of only 12, to realize what it would mean to be the Avatar that the world needed at that moment in time after 100 years of war. He is doing it from a place of hurt and anger and tiredness, and absolutely handling it the wrong way. BUT this Natla Bumi is way more believable as a real person than the exaggeratedly goofy and cartoonish character was in the OG.
Bumi in the Netflix Live Action was trying to teach Aang: "This is what it means to be the Avatar. This is the kind of hard choices you will have to make- that the world needs you to make." He clearly realized that his friend was essentially frozen in time. A fact that is alluded to when he asks him how he remained unchanged all these years. Bumi already knows the truth and is teasing him to hint that he is aware. This is disguised as a taunt because they are not alone in the room, and because the White Lotus is all about subtle messages to get their point across. I mean, they use pai sho to send messages for crying out loud, but I digress.
The point is that he knows Aang is still the same kid he knew all those years ago. He knows Aang is not ready to be what the world needs right at that moment. He knows Aang is still too innocent and idealistic. He might be acting mean to Aang, but let's not forget Bumi is in the White Lotus, and know he is not being mean without reason. He knows what he is doing and hopes that by trying to force Aang to "wake up" and see the reality of the world and his role, maybe Aang will be better prepared for what must come. The scene with the roof collapsing and Bumi trying to make Aang choose who to save just exacerbates this lesson. That clearly reads as him trying to get Aang to push himself, perhaps to the use of the Avatar state, but if nothing else, to the point of hardening enough with resolve needed to face the difficult choices that Bumi (& everyone else) knows must be made. IE Aang must kill the Fire Lord to end this war. After all, energy bending is not known, remember? The death of the Fire Lord by the hands of the Avatar is the only way the war can end, and Bumi, King of Omashu and White Lotus member, knows this. Just as he knows sweet and innocent Aang of his childhood is not ready to be the battle harden Avatar the world needs, but he has to be. Thus, Bumi tries to push Aang into that readiness in a way he thinks is right.
And, let's not forget how OG Bumi put creeping crystal on 2 kids and let it slowly grow to the point of almost suffocating them. But no one questions that OG Bumi was always good and that he was trying to teach Aang a lesson in the original show, and never intended to let Katara and Sokka be suffocated to death. Right? Right.
Of course, in the end, in the Netflix Live Action, Aang is the one teaching Bumi the lesson. The lesson that the Avatar doesn't have to do this task alone. Bumi had seen so much in his years that he forgot what it meant to have a friend at your side to face things with, and that is what we watch Aang remind him of.
In sum, people watch the OG characters do some of the same things that they are mad about in the Netflix LA, and yet they give the OG characters the benefit of the doubt that it was meant well while demonizing the NATLA version for doing essentially the same kind of thing. So either people's watching literacy has decayed since the OG show
OR
People are so dead set on hating on the Live Action and any other adaptation, and it never actually mattered how much was put into it because they are always going to find something to hate about it.
And people wonder why we haven't been given more ATLA content... 🙄
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shankschewtoy · 1 year
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HIIII!!! How are you today ??? Me it’s fine, the school is soooooo boring 😩!!!!
BUT it’s not my request 😂
I wish I have a hcs with ace, sanji, zoro and (if you want) your favourite anime character.💃✨
I want to know you better!🙈🙈
with an s/o that is REALLY hard to make her blush, like they are never see the s/o blush! But one day the boys give/say some relatively simple things (ex: they give them a flower or they say "I like your smell") and the s/o *poof* she’s red, like really, when it is EXTREMELY difficult to make her blush !
If your not like it ignore it! I don’t want to you feel uncomfortable 😣
SOOO!!! Take care of youuuu! 💜
a/n - HI HI! <3 I always love seeing your requests 🥺 I’m doing alright thank you!! :0 my FAVORITE CHARACTER? omg you’re giving me too much freedom- 😭 I’d love to get to know you better as well 💜 tysm for this request, I hope you like it, take care <3
Warnings ⚠️ - fem reader, fluff, honestly this is just plain happiness :)
It’s the small things <3
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Ace
- ace tries so hard to get you to blush, but has had no success with you
- He’s tried everything! Flirty words, classic pickup lines (they’re rlly bad ones btw lmao) everything!
- the poor fire boy has been defeated :(
- He’s given up in his endeavors, but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t love on you any less!!
- today, when you both were just relaxing outside, shoulder to shoulder as happy as can be
- Ace smiled at you, he couldn’t believe how he found someone as perfect as you. Not just beautiful, but perfect for him
- who else would deal with this man’s narcolepsy?!
- … mhm that’s right.
- he took his hat off with one hand, and put it on your head with a grin, keeping his hand on top of your head while he leaned close to you, placing a kiss on your lips
- It was just a kiss, like the many before.. yet why was this one so- different?
- it was passionate even though it was only a second, the warmth and love of it spread throughout your body like wildfire, making your cheeks heat up
- Ace looked at your cheeks, and he looked shocked
- You.. Were blushing?!
- His pride was short lived because he collapsed face first into you, snoring away like many times before
- You were still flustered by his actions
- This man had the audacity to just do that and fall asleep?!
- welp- that was your man after all. Fire fist ace. He’ll fall asleep at the absolute worst possible times just for comedic effect 👍
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Sanji
- this man is ROMANTIC
- you know what I mean lmao
- he doesn’t miss a beat on doing things for you, he’ll do anything for you and you don’t even have to think about asking for it
- tea/coffee? Of course
- A full course meal? Easy
- this man LIVES to do things for you
- You never really get flustered by all of his actions though, and he’s gotten used to that
- it’s not that you don’t appreciate him! It’s just that it’s extremely hard to get you to blush
- he knows that, but- he’s absolutely dying to see you blush just once in his life, then he can die a happy cook
- You were sitting down on a chair, back from a long day of work that wore out your body
- Sanji was in the kitchen, making dinner for the both of you, but you smelled something familiar
- Almost the scent of your favorite childhood meal? (Mine was musubi :) but just picture yours hehe)
- maybe you were just so tired that you were “smelling” things??
- you didn’t even know if that was possible but- it was happening
- Sanji wouldn’t know of that right?
- He brought out a plate of food, and he leaned over from behind your chair, placing a kiss to your forehead like the gentleman he is
- “Dinner, darling.” He said with a smile, sitting down on the sofa next to you
- He took notice of your lack of energy pretty quickly, and decided to try and help out a bit
- He held a piece of food in front of your mouth, much to your surprise
- He was- hand feeding you.. like a child.
- your cheeks immediately flushed a deep red, how long had it been since someone had fed you?!
- Sanji looked concerned, “My love, do you not like the smell?”
- “Wh- no! It’s just that I haven’t been.. hand fed in a really long time.. and I haven’t eaten this in a long while.” You replied, trying to hide your flushed cheeks
- Sanji could die a happy man, at least he knew he did something right :)
- your face was absolutely adorable to him- he wished he could’ve taken a picture and engraved it into his memory
- he smiled at you, and continued to feed you slowly, asking about your other favorite meals and how to make them so he could make them for you in the future
- The food was absolutely delicious like usual, but with Sanji feeding you, it was 10x better lmao
- moral of the story? Sanji made your favorite foods from your childhood, and even present more often :D
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Zoro
- he’s not the romantic type of guy like Sanji, but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t demonstrate his love!
- Zoro prefers to just hold hands, or just have you near him, so none of his actions have really provoked or caused you to blush
- He’s not a perverted love cook, nothing wrong with that!
- He’s a pretty chill guy, and is perfectly happy with napping next to you, cuddling with you, holding hands, and just sitting together!
- He appreciates the loving silence you two have together :)
- As you know, Zoro is a very strong guy, so his arms are pretty bulky and muscular
- after he finished his training session for the day, he walked towards you, without a shirt and a towel wrapped around his neck
- you waved to him before going back to whatever you were doing, but it seemed as though Zoro needed more attention today
- his hand wrapped around your waist from behind and he whispered into your ear, “Can you meet me in the room in a bit? I wanna nap with you.” Is all he said
- But it was how he said it
- His low voice almost rang in your ears, sending chills down your spine, your face heating up and already turning red without Zoro noticing
- He didn’t even say anything weird- he just wanted a nap- 😭
- oh the things this moss head could do to you
- (yes don’t worry you napped with Zoro lmao)
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Koby
- this boy is already flustered by every single one of your actions 💀
- he’s a little baby and kind of gets flustered with any kind of contact he has with you still
- maybe not hugs and cuddles, but DEFINITELY kisses and such
- One time you were worried he was turning blue because he stopped breathing from shock (actually he was as red as a tomato-)
- He was leaving soon on a mission for the marines
- As a captain, Koby did have a lot of responsibilities, but you were still his top priority, so it was hard for him to leave you for a little while
- Koby looked a bit nervous about something other than his mission, so you asked him about it before he left
- “Here! Y/n.. I have something to give you.” He took out a bandana almost identical to his, daisies and all, just your favorite color :)
- “I thought that maybe.. we could match! It’s ok if you don’t want it though.” He said with a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his head nervously
- Your cheeks were tinted pink, almost like his hair as you stared at the thoughtful gift
- Your heart was about to melt. Koby had made this just for you! And he took the time to make it your favorite color 🥺
- “I love it! Can you put it on my head?” You asked him with a smile, your cheeks flushed a bright red
- He looked like his whole world just lit up from your smile, he excitedly started tying it on your head, making sure it wasn’t uncomfortable for you
- “Thank you Koby, I love it.” You said, kissing his cheek, leaving him speechless, as well as the color of a tomato
- “KOBY! WE HAVE TO GO!” Helmeppo’s voice shouted from afar. Koby reluctantly gave you one last tight squeeze before he finally got the guts to pull you close to him, slamming his lips against yours
- The kiss was longing, you could tell it was a goodbye
- It left you breathless, blushing madly as Koby waved goodbye to you as he ran towards the departing ship of soldiers
- Koby did it, he made you blush :)
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a/n - koby’s one of my favorite one piece characters :) sorry for the wait! I’ve been a bit busy with school 💀
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Hi, this is the first time doing this but may I ask for one for Ikeprince where Belle was the childhood friend for the princes but they lost contact after many years and only meet again during the prologue. Thank you.
Rekindled Connection: IkePri Princes
I've officially returned! Thank you to everyone who's waited honestly. Also, I assume that you don't want me to spoil any content, so a few characters are omitted from the ask such as Gilbert, Silvio and Keith. Contains spoilers for Leon's and Luke's route mainly, but the rest are route spoilers inclined.
"The new Belle of Rholodite, YN." Sariel announced.
Jin Grandet
Even before the meeting, he dreaded the day to meet the new Belle. He was careful to hide his discontent from someone like Sariel and his younger brothers, promising to never involve himself with Belle
Your careful entrance to the hall where the princes gathered was expected, but Jin didn't expect… you. His princely seductive smile faltered, his face drawn to a harsh scowl instead
He knew who you were. He didn't know if the rest did,  but it didn't cross his mind as his fist slammed against the table
Leon and Chevalier stopped their welcoming greetings, the princes' eyes on their eldest. Jin stormed out, clutching you by the arm, before glowering at Sariel. "She was never supposed to be a part of this."
Your soft protests rang in his ears down the hallway, before Jin pulled you tight to his chest
"YN… Why did you become the Belle?" His voice near breaking, he'd never wish such a fate upon you, even if it was your way of reconnecting with him
The guards slowly closed on him, however, with Jin as your shield, the common guards couldn't bear the thought of harming the first Prince Jin Grandet
Nearing the gardens, you struggled enough to pull away from the prince who suddenly seized you. The frenzy of the day got to you, unable to even lift your head in front of the country's princes… The fear rushed to your head that one of the princes wanted to take you immediately
All panic fled once you saw the man with the brown hair who you met oh so long ago. "Jin…?"
He stopped, regretfully turning to you. "I'll explain more later," He said, glancing back at the advancing guards. "Trust me one more time, YN."
Chevalier Michel
Oh, how he wanted to curse his deceased father from beyond the grave… There was a note of familiarity when he first saw you
As much as he wanted to be delighted, his position was too fragile. He couldn't protect you definitely from those corrupt nobles
He let a few days past, before he heard a knock to his office door. You were there, as he predicted. You would've seeked him out, one way or another
He allowed Clavis and Nokto to be in the same room, so he wasn't surprised when your smiles and clumsy behaviour turned solemn upon meeting him
"I didn't mean to, Chev." You began. The other princes wondered how were you so bold to address the prince without title, much less a nickname
He hushed his brothers, before turning to Clavis. Whispers of preparations filled the room, before Chevalier got up, exiting the room just before whispering in your ear to follow Clavis' words
The first emotions that go through his head were of fondness towards you. There were many things he kept buried behind his aloof personality, you included
He had left, not sparing much of a glance to you. He's been pissed off the entire week due to you being Belle. He read your letters of your explanation before, remembering that it was tucked with the past writings he kept from you since you both were children
Of course things wouldn't go smoothly, with how cunning Sariel was. Nokto and Luke getting drunk with their older brother Jin was as much proof as he needed, and soon you were kept from him
Clavis and you weren't oblivious to the situation. Being forbidden from leaving the palace until you made your decision made your and Chevalier's life ever more difficult. It wasn't something you expected, but sooner it became more comfortable even with the sudden addition of secret lessons of queendom here and there as Chevalier wrote that it was for you
Your lives were still as separated as before, but the letters were ever so warm as you both hid behind the guise of your titles. It was not time yet to be reunited with your childhood lover, so all Chevalier could do was send you a rose from afar…
Clavis Lelouch
The first emotions that go through his head were of fondness towards you. There were many things he kept buried behind his aloof personality, you included
He couldn't believe that you were that person oh so long ago, and neither can you. Clavis now was unlike before, perhaps it was better to focus on the task at hand
He stumbled over you upon the first meeting, but you made an effort to avoid him afterwards… but gosh darn was this man persistent
Bringing up things of the past, wondering if you had him in your heart… How were you supposed to know that he was a prince all those years ago? The time it was only nailed into your head was when the soldiers showed up was to threaten your loved ones
All these years and he wasn't a prince who'd comply to such rules. The opportunity given by Sariel was a way to make things better at home, so you insisted to follow them by the book
Somehow someway, Clavis Lelouch finds a way where it was just a moment between you two. The aloof prince gone, and a glimpse of perhaps the shy prince you once fell for
"Back then, maybe I did care, Clavis," You said. "It's not the time for me to be nice to you anymore. I ask you do not address me as if I were your friend."
He held on to you, stating how he never forgot your kindness towards him and how he too was forced to throw you away. "Just once, may we begin anew?"
Multiple instances of his pleas and your wavering heart finally was his. The pace was by your terms as there were clearly rules against your relationship Not like Clavis cared much for the rules anyway…
He got a kick out of giving a few nobles a heart attack after oh so kindly threatening them to denounce his title if they deny your marriage…
Leon Dompteur
He doesn't mention it at first, as he wanted to confirm his suspicions. Back then, you were the young girl who would secretly hand them off food when your family bakery was near its closing
He remembered how you still continued such, even after his adoption. For years he had to find you once again after news of your family migrating to Obsidian. You being Belle is simply another part of you that would give him the pleasure of getting to know you once more
How you returned, he'd never knew. His other brothers must've realised how much you piqued the interest of Leon so much so that he invited you often for small talks
From a few moments of conversing, he doubted that you remembered him. Nonetheless, he wanted to know more about the one who saved him back then
The sliver of friendship back then began to grow into companionship. You were someone that Leon could visibly relax around, and Leon was someone you could forget your duties with
It wasn't until Yves found that you had a knack for baking, and soon your goodies were presented to Leon's faction Your good friend takes nothing but a loaf of bread, not even the sweets you laboured over…
It made you quite curious, yet you couldn’t help but giggle from the adorable Leon's face stuffed with bread
As you stare longer at his stuffed face, the roundness of his cheek and his glinting smile… It was a moment of dejavu. Particularly the small boy back then who would always smile after you gave him bread…
Shaking off the connection, you excused yourself as you tried to recount any memories of the boy and Leon. It was uncanny for sure, but the conclusions drawn up in your head were too close to be ignored
"I had a feeling you figured it out," The voice belonging to none other than Leon emerged next to you. "Hello YN, I've missed you."
Yves Kloss
He was… surprised to say the least. He was silent the entire meeting, not moving from his chair even at your personal introduction to him
He at first, was unsure if you recognised him. Everything that you knew of him back then… he’s a different Yves now. The childish promises weren’t something that he should believe in again
Back then, he was a hopeless child, wishing to the little girl in his eyes who was his princess with a promise of marriage. “YN… pwease marry me when… when I’m bigger!”
The mortifying scenarios that repeated back in his head only served to push him away from you. It’s best if you forgot about him really, as much as he feels inclined to uphold his promise…
Jealousy did not catch him when he saw you amongst his brothers, but the irritation of some of them to pursue you so recklessly made him want to jump in at the chance
He wasn’t being demanding, was he? It was only a simple invitation to a tea party… with just him involved. Well, anything to get you away from Nokto really
He noticed you carried with you a flower ring, usually of any strays from the gardeners. You’d keep it around your ring finger ever so tightly, being frightened if it were to fall off
Oh… what an idiotic child Yves was. He proposed to you with a flower ring. All these years, you’d waited for him
His constant glances at your finger, particularly the flower, made you laugh. “Belle… YN… You knew it was me didn’t you?”
You picked up one of his favourite tarts, holding it to his face. “And if I said yes, would you finally replace this flower ring on my finger with a real one?”
Licht Klein
He wasn’t someone that would attract too much attention, especially with how boisterous and loud the others were. Yet, he couldn’t shake your gaze off of him. Why were you so attentive to him?
There was some note of familiarity to how you acted. There was no air of nobility about you, instead a comfort that was akin to a friend that kept his attention
It… began to be distracting for him. Not an annoyance like Clavis, but distracting enough to be a constant reminder throughout his day. It was… a welcomed distraction, if he was fully honest with himself
The day where you observed your duties as Belle could make him care less, however the times where you were scheduled to visit made him much more active. His brothers saw his much more vocal participation in such meetings
Much to Licht’s own detriment, Clavis and Leon of all people, always informed where your location was. Leon much less, but he’d always find a way to give Licht a heads up. Clavis was much more of an annoyance, but Jin was the worst, giving Licht money to buy ‘nicer clothes to impress YN’
It was not until you gifted him a woven bracelet did he remember you. Unable to deny the flood of memories that struck him, he pulled you into a soft embrace, sniffling tears that stained your dress. Murmurs of ‘why didn’t you tell me’ and apologies spilled from him
All you did was reply, saying how much you missed him as you stroked his back gently. Yes, you were the little girl who always played with him and Nokto, constantly comforted Licht’s lonely moments until you were forcefully taken away from him
By law, the land you resided in belonged to Jade instead, and all form of contact lost except for a woven bracelet you last left when you played together. He kept it with him, treasuring it even to its last threads
As he thought about it, your predicament only angered him. You did not deserve to be thrown into a castle of beasts, surrounded by only those who wish to use you
His trajectory as a prince now included you, to free you from any burdens as Belle. He acts in secret, just as his feelings towards you. It is not the right time to tell you, so locked shall his affections be
Nokto Klein
He doesn’t recall you. None of it really. He truly made a fool of himself when it came to you. An honest fool in fact…
Nothing to you clicked for him. Really, it’s not his fault, given that you two were about the age of toddlers when you played with each other. You didn’t know it was him either, continuing on your days as normal
Nokto regardless was a flirtatious man to you. His affections did not cease, yet he’s drawn to you for your utter perseverance to refuse him. The person who really comforted you was none other that Licht, his own brother. Nokto found his twin embracing you in joy one day, and he was utterly confused
He trailed you and his twin, until the point he reached the servant’s quarters. What were you two doing there? Surely, Nokto thought that you were in a secret relationship with his own brother! One of the princes… It frustrated him so, realising that the flirtations turned to genuine love for you
He was being cynical, wanting to catch you and use such information against you but he stopped when Licht took out a beaded necklace to give to you. One that belonged to their mother’s loyal maid…
“How dare you?!” He stormed the room, ready to draw his sword to his own brother and you. Licht knew how much such memories meant to Nokto. The loyal maid in question was one who cared for them in the absence of their mother, in happier times…
“How dare I? How dare you!” You argued back, clutching the necklace. “This was my mother’s!” You ran out the door, leaving the two princes in shock
Licht simply looked at his brother in distaste, “I don’t have to spell everything out for you.” Heeding the words of his twin, he searched for you. It was not difficult, considering your limitations and boundaries within the castle walls.
For once in his life, he apologised. With full sincerity. “I didn’t realise you were… her. It all makes sense,” He added. “Your mother... she meant a lot to me.”
The comforting silence that hung between you two was enough for Nokto. His feelings would come after another apology, one for his jealousy and another for confessing his feelings. He would hope you waited, just as he did
Luke Randolph
He didn’t want to meet you personally, since any past connections would ruin his purpose being there. It would hurt to explain anything and everything that happened after you left
He was a silent observer, going out of his way to make sure your adjustment to the castle was as well as it could be. You were still surrounded by the beasts he called as his brothers after all
Despite his refusal to meet you, you find a way to surprise him regardless. He was often the consumer for your sweets, especially your honeyed cookies. It was too hard to pass up!
The differences in your schedules lead to your once childish exchange of letters. Small notes of ‘We’re meeting up right?’ or ‘Remember to bring some snacks…’ passed between you, reigniting the cheerful friendship once again
He often thinks to skip his missions and meetings that aren’t in the palace. He knew he was getting attached, and that was dangerous. Yet… seeing you innocently reading in the garden makes him want to abandon everything he’s worked for
He doesn’t end up skipping work due to your persistence, but regardless he is skipping if it involves escorting you anywhere. It’s just another hangout, with fancier clothes and food
Ah… he’s going crazy. The second time he’s escorting you, it hits him. It hits him hard how much he cares for you. It’s dangerous really, but he’s a beast. Danger often follows the beast…
Afterwards, he’s more forward, especially with his brothers that you’re his. Some understand, some intend to tease while others have the intention to pry you from his hands. They’ll have to deal with his bared fangs first
It’s a stupid decision to tell you everything, but many nights with a burden would bring anyone’s shoulders down. Those in the past, how much they mean to him… To him, you matter the most, when you hug your bear, allowing him to weep
Some things are left in the dark, but as they are brought to light, he hopes you’re able to face it with him together. “YN… if anything… put yourself first before me okay? Just like last time…”
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Separation Anxiety (Chapter 02)
Put your lips on my scars and teach me to love
When a ritual separates Sukuna from Yuuji, Sukuna is delighted to find that besides having his own body, there is also another gift handed to him: The brat has lost all his memories and is now the perfect little plaything to take home and manipulate. At least, that's the plan. But the King of Curses isn't prepared for the feelings that come along with being human again. And another complication is how cute the brat is when he has no idea who Sukuna is and, instead of hating him, treats him with genuine love and affection. So, without realizing it, Sukuna suddenly finds himself on a journey of learning how to be loved and how to love.
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Pairing: Sukuna x Yuuji Genre: Memory Loss AU, fluff, smut, light angst Word Count: 3.5k Playlist: Separation Anxiety Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of violence, dub-con (Yuuji has lost his memories, and Sukuna lies to him about being boyfriends). All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.
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Chapter 02
You look into my eyes, you can't recognize my face. You're in my world now, you can stay, but you belong to me (House of Balloons/Glass Table Girls by The Weeknd)
The first two days after his reincarnation mainly consist of adapting to long-forgotten human sensations like hunger, cold, or tiredness. Having a human body again after such a long time is something Sukuna still has to get used to again.
Of course, he could quickly get rid of all that by using his reverse cursed technique. But part of him craves to feel all these things. He has been locked away for a thousand years, unable to experience human feelings. It had felt like being buried alive. He was so bored that he found himself impatiently waiting for the brat to encounter difficult situations that would make him feel intense emotions just so Sukuna could experience at least a small part of them through his vessel.
So, he allows most of those sensations, even the unpleasant ones. He catches himself repeatedly strolling from one end of the large apartment to the next, adjusting to his new physical form.
Uraume is helpful, as always. Always the perfect servant, reminding Sukuna again why they were the only one he allowed by his side back in his old life.
They arranged everything for his return and got this luxurious place for him, a penthouse apartment high above the twinkling lights of the sheer endless city. The apartment is a good mix of traditional and modern, just like Sukuna himself.
Sukuna thinks he will be able to feel at home here.
He huffs softly at the thought. Does he even still know what that means?
After so many years, it is hard to recall the feeling of having a home. Was his temple ever a home? He doesn't think so. Maybe his childhood home, but that is long ago, and the memories of it are so fuzzy that Sukuna isn't sure anymore what is real and what is just a fantasy.
He shakes his head to clear his thoughts. It's no use contemplating such foolish sentimentalities. He received a gift that only gets bestowed on very few. He got the chance to live a second life. And at least Sukuna already knows how things in modern times work. The years he spent sharing the brat's body prepared him perfectly for his new life.
The brat was good for something, after all.
The brat.
Sukuna grins. He is looking forward to the moment when the boy wakes up from his healing slumber.
Sukuna dumped him on the bed in the guest room, where Uraume cleaned him up and put him in fresh clothes. Afterward, Sukuna used his reverse cursed technique to heal the brat's injuries.
Sukuna has never encountered a case of memory loss before, but he assumes his reverse cursed technique fixed that too and the boy will have his memories back once he regains consciousness.
Sukuna feels a prickling under his skin when he thinks about the brat. He went to Itadori's room several times, just to stand in the doorway, letting his narrowed blue eyes trail hungrily over the sleeping figure on the bed, nails digging into the wooden doorframe in his growing excitement to meet his former vessel again.
He looks forward to seeing the brat's reaction once he wakes up and remembers everything. Will Itadori's eyes widen in panicked recognition? Will he scramble to his feet and try to fight Sukuna? Or will he try to run? The thought excites Sukuna. It's fun to chase his prey.
But knowing the brat, he will throw himself against Sukuna, teeth bared and fists ready to strike. It makes Sukuna chuckle. The boy will be so pathetic in his useless attempt to fight him.
Sukuna smiles at the thought of seeing all hope leave the boy's eyes when he realizes he doesn't stand a chance against Sukuna. When he realizes there is no way out. That he is trapped here and will suffer until Sukuna decides he has had enough. Just a helpless little toy to entertain the King. A toy to torture and fuck and break.
Sukuna feels his body react to these thoughts, arousal pumping through him, hot and strong.
Hopefully, the brat will wake up soon!
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It happens when Sukuna is lounging on the comfortable leather couch watching a tv-show he used to watch while still trapped in the brat's body. He had given the boy shit about it all the time, as usual, not leaving any good word about the things Itadori liked. But secretly, he enjoyed the show quite a bit himself and was pleased to find it again.
Uraume steps into the large living area, bowing deeply before they inform him in their usual polite tone,
"Master Sukuna, your former vessel is awake. Would you like to see him?"
An almost giddy thrill of anticipation courses through Sukuna. So, it's finally time. He smirks as he gets up.
"Thank you, Uraume. I'll take it from here. You can retreat."
Sukuna breathes in deeply and stretches. The movement makes his shirt ride up, exposing part of his abdominal muscles above the low-sitting hem of his sweatpants, making him frown momentarily.
He is still not too happy about those modern clothes. They are all too uncomfortable, too tight for his taste. But the vast collection of sweatpants and shirts Uraume put into his walk-in closet proved a good choice since they are a bit more loose-fitting, and the material is soft and stretchy. A good way to get used to the more form-fitting fashion people wear nowadays. And Sukuna is slowly getting used to the way he looks in them.
But right now, he misses his kimono. Wouldn't it be more impressive to appear like that in front of the freshly awoken brat? Wouldn't it be even more terrifying for the boy to be greeted by a Sukuna that looks the same as he did during their meetings in the Malevolent Shrine?
Sukuna sighs at the wasted opportunity. But now grey sweatpants and a white shirt have to do. He knows that just seeing Sukuna walking freely in the real world will be enough shock for the brat, no matter what clothes the King of Curses is wearing.
He feels excitement flow through his veins like he hasn't in eons as he slowly slides open the door to the guest room.
His gaze instantly meets the brat's, almost as if there is still a magnetic force between them that draws them together and makes them immediately seek each other's gaze.
Scared, golden eyes stare at Sukuna. Oh yes, this is good! Fear looks so pretty on the boy. He must have already realized that he's caught in a trap.
Sukuna slides the door closed behind him deliberately slow, eyes never leaving Itadori's, giving himself a moment to bask in the sight of the scared brat before him.
Itadori is sitting on the bed, pink hair ruffled from sleeping so long. His hands clutch the blanket tightly as his breath comes out in quick huffs. He has never looked so beautiful as now, stripped of all his brattiness and defiance. Sukuna wants to commit it to memory before the boy inevitably becomes a brat again.
Sukuna smirks broadly before he coos in a fakely sweet voice,
"Welcome back, brat. I hope the bed was comfortable enough for you."
He's poised for an attack. Itadori is a hot-headed little brat, after all. It will only take seconds before his momentary shock at seeing Sukuna in the flesh gets replaced by his impulsive anger, and he will jump out of bed, ready to punch Sukuna.
But the attack never comes.
The boy stays right where he is, sitting unmovingly on the bed as if in a daze. His voice is shaky when he asks,
"W...Who are you?"
Sukuna blinks.
What? This again?
Is the brat trying to fool him? Surely the reverse cursed technique worked on his stupid brain too! Surely he remembers!
Sukuna's eyes narrow as he observes the brat carefully. It's strange not knowing what is going on in his head. Sukuna is so used to sharing the boy's every thought. He feels irritated at losing access to the brat's inner workings and having to figure him out himself. The brat belongs to him! His body and his soul belong to Sukuna! And so should his thoughts!
He becomes aware of the dull pain in his chest again. That weird emptiness. Almost as if...
Sukuna's eyes widen.
Could it be the pain of severing a soul connection?
He grits his teeth. The idea makes him angry for some reason, and he shoves it to the back of his mind. It doesn't matter! They are two separate beings now. The soul connection is gone, and that's what Sukuna wanted after all!
He decides to approach the matter rationally. The boy is a lousy liar, a goody-two-shoes who wears his heart on his sleeve and tends to act before he thinks, so it's unlikely he is just faking the confusion.
So the only valid option is that he truly didn't get his memories back.
Sukuna looks down at Itadori curiously.
"You don't remember anything? You don't remember me?"
Itadori blinks rapidly, and tears gather in his eyes.
"No. I... I don't remember anything. I don't know you...I don't even know myself!"
His voice breaks at the last part of the sentence. The first tears spill out of his fearful eyes, running seductively down his tan cheeks.
Oh, he is a sight for sore eyes in his desperation! Sukuna has to bite back a growl.
He likes seeing the brat like this. His tears always made desire stir in Sukuna. Always made him want to drag the brat into his domain and press him down on a pile of skulls and fuck him senseless, giving him one more reason to cry.
Sukuna's mind works at lightspeed, assembling the new information and analyzing the options. Apparently, Itadori doesn't remember Sukuna or why he should fear him. Sukuna is just a regular human to him. A stranger he has no memories of.
This spoils the fun.
The brat doesn't even know he is being captured by the King of Curses. He has no idea how much he used to hate Sukuna. And he also doesn't remember anyone else. So what good will it do to kill his little friends if the brat doesn't even remember those people anymore? It's useless. It won't bring Sukuna any satisfaction.
Even torturing the brat and killing him doesn't seem entertaining anymore. It would just be a regular kill, nothing special. And Sukuna craves something special when it comes to his former vessel. He wants it to be personal. He wants to see the terror in Itadori's eyes, the devastation. He wants to break the brat.
But in Itadori's current state, this isn't possible.
No, killing the brat is out of the question for the time being.
Sukuna drums his nails against the wooden doorframe as his eyes wander thoughtfully over the boy who still sits on his bed, looking lost and scared.
Things aren't going according to plan. But there are other ways to hurt the brat, aren't there? What about the damage Sukuna can do to that naive little heart?
Unbidden, a vivid memory of pushing his hand into the brat's chest and ripping his heart out comes to Sukuna. He almost laughs at it. It was a fun experience holding the still-beating heart of his vessel, feeling it hot and slippery in his hand as the boy's life dripped down Sukuna's hands.
Sukuna feels a smile tug at his lips.
How funny fate is. Sukuna is holding that heart in his hands again now, he realizes. This time only metaphorically, but that doesn't change the fact that he can decide what happens to that heart. He can crush it right now, or keep it, make it feel safe...make the boy trust him, only to take all that away from him again.
Yes, he knows what to do now.
This time he can rip the brat's heart out in another way. By breaking it. And knowing the boy, this is probably the more painful thing to do to him.
Itadori is such a stupid little thing. So soft and naive, always eager to please others, even total strangers. So what will he do if Sukuna can make him believe they know each other? Not just know each other but actually be close to each other. Be as close as two people can be.
What will the boy do if he thinks he owes someone his love?
Sukuna lets out a soft breath, feeling contempt and giddiness flow through his veins. He pushes himself off the doorframe and slowly walks over to the bed while schooling his expression into a gentle, understanding one. His lips lift in a soft smile when he slowly sits down on the bed and reaches out to cup Itadori's cheek.
The brat winces slightly, eyes wide with fear, but he doesn't pull away. Always so eager for human touch. Always so starved for any little form of reassurance and affection he can get. Pathetic. Sukuna's smile grows wider. Here they are, the former vessel and the King he used to host, looking into each other's eyes.
Itadori's cheek is wet from tears, and Sukuna slowly brushes his thumb through the tear streaks, watching in fascination as the wetness spreads over the boy's tan skin. He sees the brat's eyes widen in fear and feels his panicky breaths against his hand. It's delicious. It's even better than having the old Itadori back, who would fight him by now.
In his wildest dreams, Sukuna never imagined things would lead to this. That he would ever be this close to Itadori without both of them trying to kill the other. But he certainly will take this generous offer fate has dealt him.
His voice is low and soothing as he speaks,
"It's ok, don't be scared, sweetheart. You're home."
"Home?"
Itadori looks at him with wide eyes before his gaze leaves Sukuna's and darts through the unfamiliar room with growing panic.
"Yes, you live here. Together with me. Can you remember now?"
Sukuna's expression is soft and friendly, but internally he is laughing mirthfully. It's technically not even a lie. Itadori really lives here now. He will live here until Sukuna gets tired of him.
It's funny. Sukuna used to live inside the brat, and now the brat lives in his house. The former vessel and the former curse who possessed him are still tied together by fate. But this time, it is on Sukuna's terms.
The brat's gaze wanders around the room as if hoping to find something he recognizes. It makes Sukuna laugh softly.
"You're so confused, hm? Poor thing. Let's start with the basics. Your name is Itadori Yuuji. You're 20 years old, and you live in Tokyo. And I am Sukuna."
He watches the boy intently at the mention of their names. But there's no spark of recognition in those golden eyes. The boy really doesn't remember a single thing.
"Y...Yuuji? That's my name? Oh... but why can't I remember?"
Sukuna chuckles and touches a long finger to the brat's eyebrow, slowly tracing the scar where the injury was. He is glad he decided to let it scar. Originally it was to spite the brat, to taunt him for looking ugly with that new scar. But now, it is perfect for making his story sound convincing.
"A head injury. You had an accident."
Sukuna watches the brat frown at the mention of an accident. He lifts his muscular arms checking them for any signs of injuries. They sink back onto the bed, and a ragged sob escapes his mouth. It's like an electric jolt through Sukuna's body. The brat sounds just as desperate and pathetic as when he was dying all those years ago in that juvenile detention center, sobbing and screaming so sweetly that it made Sukuna hard.
"I can't remember anything..."
His hands are twisting in the bedsheets that have pooled around his hips, worrying them between his strong fingers. He looks like a lost little puppy. A cute and dumb little pet that is looking for its owner. Well, he doesn't have to look anymore. Sukuna is all too happy to put a leash on him and claim him.
Itadori's gaze meets Sukuna's again, golden eyes big and wet.
"I live here with you? I... I'm so sorry but I...I don't remember you...Sorry, but I have to ask... What are we? Are we related? Or roommates... or?"
Sukuna smiles broadly at him.
This is the moment.
His reply is immediate, firm voice leaving no room for doubt:
"Aww, no, darling. We are boyfriends."
The brat's expression is almost comical. Eyes impossibly big, mouth opening in a dumb-looking "Oh."
He's so clueless. It's a dream come true.
"Oh shit! I am so so sorry! I feel so bad that I can't remember you! Or us together. I am so sorry! I feel like a horrible...boyfr...boyfriend."
The brat looks embarrassed, guilty even, his cheeks aflame with a deep blush.
Sukuna smirks. Unable to hold back, he reaches out again to pet the boy's hair. His boyfriend's hair. He almost laughs out loud at the thought. This is brilliant!
"Don't worry about it, sweetheart. This isn't your fault. I'm just glad you're here with me."
Oh, he really is delighted. Even though this isn't what he planned initially. But why should he complain when fate offers him this beautiful gift: The brat's helpless little heart served on a silver platter!
Itadori Yuuji will always belong to Sukuna. Even now that they are two separate people.
The boy's posture crumbles as another sob escapes his lips. His shoulders shake, and he buries his face in his palms, crying for real now. Crying for his lost memories, crying for the person he was but can't remember. Crying for the loving boyfriend, he thinks he forgot.
It's the sweetest sound to Sukuna, the desperate sobs, the hiccups, and erratic breaths. 
The brat is such a lovely mess. Sukuna would love to throw him down and fuck him into the mattress, making him cry even more.
His fingers twitch with the desire to do so. It's not the first time he has had thoughts like that about the brat. He always managed to fuel Sukuna's desires.
Someone like Itadori is delicious in the way that he feels so much. All those uncontrolled emotions rage through him constantly. The joy, the excitement. But also the desperation and anger. The pure hatred when he fought that one curse with the patched face. The love and desire when he looked at Fushiguro, his heart overflowing with longing. The burning arousal when he pushed his hand into his pants while watching naughty videos on his phone. All those strong emotions constantly fill Itadori to the brim, so intense that even Sukuna could feel traces of them when they still shared a body.
The brat has always been a source of sexual fantasies. Sukuna always wanted to make him scream. From pain, from terror, or from pleasure. Maybe all three.
But he has to be more level-headed about this. He needs to earn the boy's trust if he wants to form him into his perfect little pet.
Because that's what he wants! He wants the brat to willingly get on his knees for him. That's what true victory will feel like.
Itadori was always such a stubborn brat, always fighting Sukuna, never bowing his head to him, and never knowing where his place was. But now Sukuna will wrap him in this web of deceit, turning him into a well-behaved obedient pet.
And so the King of Curses lets his hand run gently through Itadori's hair before he settles it on the back of the boy's neck and pulls him towards him.
"Shh, it's ok. You're safe here. Everything will be fine. Come here, darling. I am here to look after you."
The brat makes a pathetic sobbing noise and lets himself get pulled into Sukuna's arms without any resistance, fingers clutching Sukuna's shirt, face pressing against Sukuna's chest as he cries.
A victorious smirk spreads over Sukuna's face as the boy's tears seep through his shirt and onto Sukuna's skin. Onto his chest, right where that dull ache was only a few minutes ago. The feeling of emptiness is gone now that the brat is snuggled against him, sobbing and crying and clinging to Sukuna as if he is his lifeline.
And that's truly what the stupid brat believes, isn't it? He genuinely believes that Sukuna will take care of him, that things will be ok again if he just stays with that man who told him he is his boyfriend. He blindly believes all those lies. It's perfect.
Sukuna rests his chin on top of the brat's head, grinning so much that his cheeks almost hurt.
Nothing will ever be ok again for you, brat, but you will love every second of it and believe every lie I tell you.
I will truly own you. I will be the one to tell you who you are. I will be your whole world. I will make you come to me willingly. And when you get your memories back, it will break you when you realize what I turned you into.
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Ahahaha, Sukuna is so good at improvising, isn't he? ;)
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"I Do Burn For You", Chapter Two: She Will Wear Sapphires Tonight (Aemond x Niece!Reader, side Aegon x Niece!Reader)
Summary: Aemond's apparent courtship of Y/N angers her brother, Jace, and threatens to ruin the match he made
Word Count: 5,077
TW: canon-typical incest, attempted physical assault, violence, profanity, references to sexual situations
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of the Dragon/Fire and Blood characters nor do I claim to own them.
Tag List (comment if you wish to be added/removed): @spn-obession @rosaryos @caspianobsessed @singular-itae @deaftones356 @targaryencore
While Jace may have been seething at the interruption of his plans to wed you to the “honorable” Lord Lannister, Aemond’s mother and yours seemed more cordial toward each other than they had been in years. As they watched the pair of you dance, they spoke to each other almost as if they were young girls again.
“He is smiling,” Alicent whispers to Rhaenyra, almost giddy with excitement, “I cannot recall the last time I saw him like this. Aemond rarely smiles.”
Rhaenyra offers her childhood friend a secretive grin, “Y/N has an excellent sense of humor.”
“She will need it,” Alicent sighs, “You and I both know that life as a royal has many demands. Hosting banquets, entertaining visiting nobility.”
“Well, she does have two excellent role models in us,” Rhaenyra raises her glass in a toast.
Alicent imitates the gesture and the pair dissolve into peals girlish laughter.
You and Aemond scandalize the Keep by dancing not once, not twice, but three times together that evening. Dancing with your uncle comes to you rather naturally after a while, and you find yourself willing to admit he is far more graceful than people give him credit for.
As the night winds down, Aemond looks to you, extending his arm, “May I escort you to your chambers, Niece?”
Before you are able to agree, Jace is at your side, fixing Aemond with a hard stare, “That will not be necessary, Uncle. I will escort my sister,” he paused before asking, “It might behoove you to remember that she is unwed and requires a chaperone should she be with someone besides myself, her other brothers, or Daemon.”
“Quite,” Aemond meets your eye and you see the annoyance in his expression when he leans down in a low bow, “Good evening, Princess.”
Jace all but drags you out of the hall. You and your twin walk in awkward silence all the way to your room where he follows you in and closes the door.
“I arranged an excellent match for you with Jason Lannister,” Jace is becoming more angry with each passing word, “We have no father, Y/N. If we did, it would have been he who would have secured a suitable match for you. Instead, it falls to me. And you choose to ignore a decision I made with so much care and openly cavort with our rake of an uncle?”
“Aemond is no rake!” you respond, deeply incensed at the accusation considering what he is doing for you, “Jason Lannister is! How dare you come in here and tell me what our father would have done? Our father was Harwin Strong, Jace. Do not speak as though Laenor was our father. I am too old for you to try and protect me from the truth,” you take his face into your hands, lowering your voice, “I know things have been difficult for you and you feel that you must protect me from everything. But I am a Targaryen, Jace. I can protect myself.”
Jace moves out of your grasp and leaves the room without a word. You sigh in annoyance and fall into a dreamless sleep.
——
“Eight banquets.”
“No.”
“Eight banquets,” you fix Aemond with a sharp but playful look, “You want our plan to succeed, don’t you?”
You and Aemond are promenading along Aegon’s High Hill, your mothers far behind, chaperoning you and walking arm in arm together. Your arm is in Aemond’s, of course, and you can feel every breath he takes into his broad chest due to the placement of your hand.
“The purpose of this arrangement, my dear, strong lady,” you roll your eyes and ignore his snipe as he continues, “Is to keep my mother at bay. Not hurl myself into attending farcical banquets and balls and being made to speak with the eligible ladies I desire to evade.”
“The purpose of this arrangement is also to ensure I marry soon and marry well,” you remind him, stopping at one of the many lookouts over Blackwater Bay, “Eight banquets.”
Aemond smiled at you in spite of himself and shakes his head, “I shall grant you four.”
“Six balls,” you counter, turning to face him.
“Five.”
“Six,” you insist before adding, “And you must send me the grandest bouquet of flowers you can find. Today. A very expensive one.”
He scoffs, crossing his arms and leaning against the stone ledge, “Oh?”
You nod, refusing to look at him and rather the sea, “If you were truly courting me, you’d buy out every florist in town. You are a prince, after all. Are you not?”
Aemond rolls his eye at your insistence.
He notes that your mothers are approaching and so leans down to whisper in your ear, “Princess Y/N, I am a well-read man, as you know. I know of carnal pleasure. I can assure you if we were truly courting, I would not need flowers. I would only need five minutes alone with you in the library.”
Your eyes widen, the baby hairs on the back of your neck standing up. You quickly turn your face to meet his gaze only to find him standing much closer than you anticipated. His nose is almost pressed against yours. Realizing your position, he clears his throat in embarrassment and backs away, offering you his arm so that you may continue your walk… Away from your mothers’ prying ears.
“I did not mean-“
“Six balls, Your Highness,” you demand again, still shaken and, admittedly, slightly excited from your brief moment on the bay.
He sighs, knowing he has brought this upon himself and assents, “Very well. Though I shall see about this expensive bouquet of yours, Niece.”
You smirk to yourself before lowering your voice to a whisper, “And you must remember, Uncle, no one can know about our little arrangement. Nor about what happened yesterday afternoon with Lord Lannister.”
He sighs, “You must think me a simpleton. Obviously I will not tell anyone,” he pauses to take remove your hand from the crook of his elbow, startling you as he examines it, “How is your hand this morning? You must know you did nothing wrong.”
“What I know, Uncle, is that the rumor of me being alone with a man, let alone nearly breaking his nose, is enough to ruin my prospects.”
He shakes his head, “You are the future lady of Dragonstone. That would be impossible. But, I have no interest in causing a scandal.”
“I should imagine it comes quite naturally to you.”
He elbows you playfully, making you gasp and elbow him back. The two of you continue on your walk back to the Keep, under the watchful gaze of a delighted queen and princess.
——
That afternoon, you sit in your mother’s solar, surrounded by her, your sisters, and your younger brothers.
“Not one, not two, but three dances!” Rhaena squeals, “Oh, it was so romantic! And he has become so handsome!”
“Yes, he was quite taken with your sister, Rhaena,” your mother grins, “The entire party was, for that matter. All eyes were on Y/N,” she turns to you now, seeing your tea sandwiches remain untouched, “At least enjoy some toast, my little dragon.”
“I’m not hungry, Mother,” you reply, smiling to yourself.
Soon enough, a bevy of suitors will be lined up at your door to meet you. Surely you will need some room in your stomach to eat with them.
Luke takes a chance teases you, “Are you certain the entire party was not simply eyeing a tear in her dress? Or an unfortunate misstep on the dance floor?”
You shoot him a playful glare. He grins back, all teeth.
“I do wonder, Y/N, will Aemond be escorting you to the feast in three day’s time in honor of our brother’s nameday?” Mother questions you, feigning nonchalance though she is dying of curiosity.
You look up from your reading and nod, “I should think it a fair chance, Mother.”
“And the tourney in his honor?”
You nod slightly, sighing when she questions you about yet another feast and respond, “We shall see, Mother.”
Rhaena sighs dramatically, bringing all of your attention back to her, “How terrible for Baela that she must return with Grandmother to Driftmark after the Queen’s ball and miss Y/N’s engagement to the prince?”
“I’m staying right here,” Baela replied, sticking her tongue out at Rhaena, “Y/N can’t be stuck with only you for company. She may fling herself off of one of the towers just to be rid of you and Luke, not to mention Jace!”
You smile fondly at Baela who takes your hand. Baela, your dearest friend and closest confidante. You two giggle to each other and continue reading. You are soon interrupted when Daemon enters, dramatically throwing the double doors open. He grins at you.
“Callers for my beloved stepdaughter.”
“Callers?” your mother questions him, “But she is already being courted by Prince Aemond! He is her caller!”
You turn to Baela and grin, “Well, I suppose I have more now.”
Daemon comes to take your arm and lead you to the door where your many, many, many callers await.
——
Jace moves with purpose after visiting Vermax in the Dragonpit. He is to meet with Lord Jason Lannister and bring him before you and your family to formally cement the betrothal. Lord Lannister, however, he sees is at the back of a very long queue of young men, each holding flowers or some delicacy, along the hallway leading to your mother’s solar. Jace’s eyes widen as Jason Lannister rounds on him in annoyance.
“When you said you will be taking me to see your family,” his teeth grind against each other as he attempts to remain civil, “I expected to be the only one present,” before Jace can respond, Jason is attempting to shove his way past the throng of men, shouting, “Out of my way at once! I shall speak to my bri-“
“No, ser,” Jace grabbed him by the arm, fearing the scene that was about to erupt, “You must go. You are the only man who made a formal proposal and therefore the only one I truly considered. Let me sort out this confusion.”
The proud Lannister hesitantly nods before storming back the way he came. Jace sighs, running a hand over his face before entering the solar and seeing you, seated beside Lord Mason Tyrell, smiling coquettishly and offering him a plate of biscuits. Jace scowls and slams the door closed behind him.
Lord Mason stands up quickly and bows to Jace before turning to you and kissing your hand, “I will see you tomorrow, Your Highness.”
“I certainly hope so,” you flirt, making the man blush as he exits the room to give your family some privacy.
“I should like to know what’s going on,” Jace demands.
“I would like to know the very same,” you respond, annoyed.
“Perhaps you would like to begin with why you interrupted such a magnificent morning for your sister,” Daemon, ever the troublemaker, suggests.
“Because she is already engaged to be married!”
Your mother’s head whips to you so fast you worry for her health, her smile wide and eyes hopeful, “My brother has already asked for your hand?”
You shoot Jace a nasty look and respond to your mother, “I am not engaged, Mother,” you fix your glare back on Jace, “Has anyone truly proposed to me? No. Have I proposed to anyone else? Not that I am aware of.”
Jace narrows his eyes at you, stalking forward, “Do not be disrespectful, sister.”
“Disrespectful?” you scoff, standing up to meet his anger with your own, “I cannot imagine a greater show of disrespect than strong arming me into agreeing to marry Jason Lannister!”
Daemon raises a brow, “Oh, that man is a cunt, Jacaerys, tell me you did not.”
“He’s a fine choice!” Jace responds, “I looked into him thoroughly!”
“You promised her to that man?” your mother’s confusion turns to apprehension and finally anger on your behalf.
“You didn’t look into him well enough, it would seem,” you mumble under your breath, only Daemon catching the full extent of what you said, his frown setting at the implication.
“What?” Jace questions, only knowing that you have said something you do not wish him to hear.
“Does not matter,” you waved him away before grinning widely, “I now have many choices indeed. I do not need-“
“You have suitors, you do not have what matters,” Jace interrupts, “Proposals! Except from Jason Lannister.”
“I saw the shit earlier. Whatever happened to his eye?” Daemon glances at you and speaks, “It quite a fucking sight.”
You grin to yourself slightly, making him smirk back. He knows and he is quite proud of whatever you did. The cunt must have deserved it.
“Your sister has charmed a Green, Jace,” your mother states, “With our precarious political situation, this changes everything!”
Jace scowls, “Oh, for fuck’s sake, please do not tell me this rebellion has to do with our uncle.”
“They are courting,” your mother insists, standing and wrapping an arm around you, holding you to her side tightly.
“They’ve danced together a few times at a ball!” Jace scoffs, “I’ve done the same with Helaena! It does not signify-“
Your mother cuts him off again, “It signifies everything! They promenaded together only this morning and he sent flowers to both of us! Expensive ones.”
She gestured to the two audaciously large bouquets that Aemond had sent to you after your earlier conversation. You feel yourself blush at the reminder of his knowledge of… Carnal pleasure.
“He is an arrogant shit!” Jace exclaims, “He has called us bastards all his life and now that he has become handsome in your eyes, you would marry him like a little fool!”
You scowl, near tears due to the mere frustration of the situation, “I will not marry Jason Lannister!”
Jace slams his hands down on the long table, making all of you jump in surprise, “I have acted in your best interests, sister. One day you will understand. One day you will be most appreciative,” he pauses before adding, “The contract to Lord Lannister will be drawn up. And you shall marry him.”
Jace leaves the room in a huff, making you fall back onto the chaise in dismay.
Your mother rubs your back, your stepfather kissing your forehead, the former speaking gently, “You need not worry, my little dragon. Once Jason Lannister witnesses the seriousness of your uncle’s intentions, he will have no choice but to retreat.”
Daemon adds, “A cunt like that may not respect the word of a woman, but he will certainly respect the claim of a prince.”
You panic slightly. You are the only one among your beloved family who knows the truth about Aemond’s intentions.
“Well, and if Prince Aemond is not serious,” you pause, meeting their eyes and smiling weakly, “I now have many other options.”
“Y/N, my darling, I saw the way the two of you looked at each other last night,” your mother cups your trembling face in her hands, “And this morning. There are no others. There is only the prince.”
You nod weakly and smile, excusing yourself. Once the other children have left, Rhaenyra sighs and turns to Daemon.
“Reminds you of something?” Daemon grins roguishly.
“Oh, Gods, no. We couldn’t have been that bad.”
Daemon chuckles, kissing his wife softly.
——
Elsewhere in the Red Keep, Aemond trains with Ser Criston Cole, the closest thing he has to a friend in this dreary place. He parries the knight’s blows with the grace of a man beyond his years.
“Did you truly dance with the princess? And three times?”
Aemond is momentarily distracted by thought of your promenade earlier that morning and has a sword to his neck within seconds. He sighs, graciously admitting defeat. Ser Criston smirks. Aemond has never been this distracted. His head is in the clouds.
And Jace has come to bring him crashing back down to earth, “Might I have a word, Uncle?”
Aemond turns to face him, tossing him a practice sword, “If you are to train with me, you may have as many words as you like, Lord Strong.”
Jace growls and launches into a messy, angry offensive against his, admittedly more skilled, sparring partner.
Aemond dodges all of his blows with ease, questioning, “What seems to be the matter, Nephew?”
“I’d like to know what the fuck was going through your head last night and this morning,” he spits, lunging at his fellow prince again.
“You have to be more precise,” Aemond sneers, parrying each frantic blow, “A great deal goes on in a mind as quick as mine.”
“Are you courting my sister?”
Aemond arches a brow, “Should I not be courting your sister?”
“No,” Jace snaps, launching a new offensive, more aggressive than the last, “And I can think of a dozen reasons why, starting with ‘she is my sister’ and ending with ‘she is already engaged to be married’, Uncle.”
Aemond knocks Jace’s sword to the ground. He motions for it to pick him up, lazily twirling his own.
“I was unaware of an engagement,” he drawls, “Has the High Septon been informed? The dowry has been paid?”
“I assure you,” Jace stabs at Aemond violently, “All the formal preparations are underway. I arranged everything with Jason Lannister-“
“And therein lies your problem, my Lord Strong,” Aemond knocks Jace to the ground, a knee pressed to his chest as he leans forward, “Your problem is that he is an unworthy suitor for your sister.”
“He is perfectly decent,” Jace protests, struggling in Aemond’s grip, “He has never called. Her a bastard, at least.”
Aemond scoffs, standing up, “Shows how much you know.”
As Aemond stalks off, followed by Ser Criston, Jace frowns. Shows how much you know. What in the world was happening here?
—-
It is time for dinner at the Red Keep. Your sisters and mother sit in your chambers, helping you get dressed, aflutter with excitement. A handmaiden steps forth, holding a box of your family’s most precious jewelry.
“Will it be the rubies or the pearls, Your Highness?”
“The pearls,” your mother responds for you, brushing your hair delightedly.
“Mother, perhaps the rubies would better catch the eye of even more new suitors?” you suggest, shying when you feel her questioning gaze, “If I am not to put all my eggs in one basket, I must collect,” you pause, trailing off, “More eggs?”
Your mother, Baela, and Rhaena giggle, your mother responding, “Aemond has truly put your head in a spin.”
“More like Lord Lannister must spin far away,” Baela gagged, returning you to your former high spirits.
A handmaiden of your mother’s rushes into the room, almost falling over herself as she curtsies and hands her lady a note, “The queen, ma’am.”
Your mother arches a brow and reads the note, smiling to herself as she turns to you, “The Queen wishes to have tea with you the day prior to Prince Aegon’s banquet,” as your handmaiden returns with the pearls, your mother shakes her head, “No. My dragon will wear sapphires tonight.”
After you dress, you are surprised to see Aemond waiting outside your chambers, ready to escort you to where the lords and ladies will socialize before dinner is served. He extends an arm which you take, rolling your eyes at the giggles of your sisters trailing behind you.
As the two of you walk, you whisper to him, “Six banquets no more. I must have you at eight. Along with Aegon’s tourney. I am afraid we are required to fan the flames of this charade.”
Aemond nods knowingly, “Because of Lord Lannister, I presume?”
You nod, speaking so quietly that he leans in impossibly close to hear you, cursing himself for noticing how soft your mouth feels against his ear, “We must make him believe that you are on the very precipice of a proposal so he may leave me alone.” 
“I should hope I do not lose my balance, then,” Aemond snarks, making you snicker under your breath.
“I should hope not either, for you will be glued to my side all evening,” he hums as you continue speaking, “And we must look as though we are enjoying ourselves. As difficult as that may be.”
Aemond smirks at you, “Quite.”
Your stomach flips slightly as you are announced for dinner and Aemond leads you to your seat, beside him again. However, Jace shoves in and steals the seat Aemond was about to take. Aemond, instead, sits on Jace’s other side.
“Is it your wish for me to insult my niece, Jacaerys?” Aemond questions, making Jace frown, “Or is it simply your wish for her to marry a lecherous cunt?”
As if on cue, Lord Lannister is announced. His face is still swollen, you note. His eyes zero in on where you, Jace, and Aemond are seated.
At this time, you are asked to take a turn about the room with Helaena, a request to which you readily agree. You would gladly avoid any further contact with this boar of a man.
He comes to your brother and uncle and bows, speaking solely to Jace.
“Prince Jacaerys,” he begins, “Forgive my interruption of your conversation, but if need be, I will happily restate my intentions with respect to your lovely sister,” his gaze flickers to you, taking you in as you laugh with Helaena, “She is a prize I have long coveted for her beauty, for her grace-“
“For her strong right hook?” Aemond cuts in, smiling devilishly.
Jason Lannister prattles on to your brother as though Aemond did not even speak, “I must know whether I can count on you to handle this misunderstanding, Your Highness? I certainly wish to avoid any kind of embarrassment-“
“Rather late for that,” Aemond cuts him off again, making the heir apparent to Casterly Rock growl.
“Are you too friendly with your dear uncle or simply intimidated by his violent reputation-“
“Easy, my Lord Lannister,” Jace raises a hand, “I assured you I will resolve the matter,” he turns to Aemond, face stern, “A matter which I shall remind my dear uncle is none of his concern.”
“Perhaps, Nephew, you're not the authority on what concerns me,” Aemond snaps at Jace, earning a glare as he continues, "Nor on the matter of Lord Lannister’s character.”
Jason Lannister simpers to your brother again, “I shall do my best by your sister, my Prince. And perhaps even she might learn to return my affections over time-“
Aemond cannot take this farce any longer.
He stands and hisses, “Do come off it, Lannister,” he turns to your brother, “I presume he failed to mention how he broke his nose.”
“I-I,” the lion stutters, “I was careless with a cabinet door.”
“He was careless with his honor,” Aemond spits, making Jace turn to him in confusion, “He attempted something last night I shan't dignify with words when your sister planted a facer,” he pauses and adds after a beat, “Deservedly so.”
“My Prince, you must know-“
Jace raises a hand to silence him again, infuriating the now mute man, “Y/N would have told me if this were true.”
“Would she?” Aemond sits down and takes a sip of his wine.
Jace pauses before speaking, his voice low and dangerous, “You will never speak to my sister again, Lannister.”
He begins to blubber his protests, “But we are to be married!”
“You are to buried if you so much as look in her direction,” he corrects the presumptuous lord, “Be grateful you will not take a punch from yet another royal.”
Jace moves to find you, still with Helaena, as the pair of you drink wine and idly chat, “You need not worry about Lannister, sister. It is done.”
You look at him, confused, “Jace? What has happened?”
Jace presses a kiss to your hand and quickly leaves the dining hall.
You excuse yourself from your aunt and move to find your uncle. He is where Jace left him, still sipping his wine.
“You told him?” your tone is indignant as you question him.
He nods slowly, “I had to say something. All will be well, though, I assure you-“
You scoff at him, walking away, knowing he will follow you, “You assure me? Despite what you and my brother may think, I am quite capable of speaking for myself. You had no right to tell him. Not after we agreed never to speak a word of this.”
“I was trying to help,” he responds, his voice hesitant.
“Well, you did not.”
As you leave him, he feels a sinking in his chest. He knows not the reason, only that he hates the sight of you walking away from him. His mother approaches him, not realizing what has just happened.
“Aemond, my darling, it has been a wonderful evening. Would you not agree?” Alicent smiles as she sees you weaving your way through the crowd with grace and poise, “The princess is truly a lovely girl,” she pats his shoulder, “Do try not to bungle it up.”
Alas, he thinks, he already has.
“I think I shall take the air tonight,” he informs his mother, moving to follow your steps.
He hopes he may see you before the night is ended, if only to apologize again.
Alas, he finds himself alone in the gardens. He sighs to himself, resolving to return and seek out his sister for some degree of good conversation.
“Your Highness.”
He turns to see the reason for his annoyance, Jason Lannister, standing in the dark, “Are you following me, Lannister? I thought this matter settled.”
The injured man scowls, “It was settled until you had to go and spoil it. I implore you to speak again with the prince,” he pauses, “Whatever you think you saw was a mistake, I admit. A temporary lack of judgment. You understand that, do you not?”
Aemond’s eyes narrow when Lannister places a hand on his shoulder, “There is not and never will be any kind of understanding between the two of us. Go home, Lannister.”
Lannister presses on, much to Aemond’s annoyance, “But you do not need her. You're a prince. I need her. Why can you not just let me have this one?”
Aemond grits his teeth, “I think it really ought to be up to the princess.”
“When I am buying a horse, I do not negotiate with the horse.”
Aemond’s voice drops to a low growl as he grabs Jason Lannister by the collar of his shirt, “Should you continue to follow me-“
“Why, then, have you not asked for her hand if you are so fond of her, and she so smitten with you? Why have you not already proposed?” Jason Lannister demands, before a lecherous smile overtakes his face, “Unless you have already had her. If you have, you must tell me. For if I had already known she was loose and damaged, not intact, I never would have-“
“Stop talking,” Aemond lets a solitary punch fly at Lannister’s already broken nose, making him crumple to the ground, “ I shall not have you question the lady's unimpeachable honor again,” he leans down and hisses into his ear, “You do not deserve to breathe the same air as her. Now, go home.”
Aemond turns to leave, but is stopped by  “And you do, Aemond One-Eye? How can a man who is not even whole satisfy an impetuous little whore like her?”
When Aemond returns to his chambers, his hands are red with blood that is not his own, bruised beyond what one could excuse as training injuries. He sits on his bed, resting his head in his hand.
—-
“You are late,” your sharp eyes meet Aemond’s as he joins you for promenade the next morning.
He bows, kissing your hand, “My deepest apologies, Princess. Should we join your family at Visenya’s Hill?”
You fix him with a look, “Certainly not. We must promenade past the group of men up ahead,” he chuckles slightly, taking your arm - almost immediately, you stop walking when you see the heavy bruising on him, "Whatever happened to your hand?”
“Training,” he replies simply, “You need not feel your evident worry. Lannister is-“
“You mean to break our deal, Uncle?” you arch a brow, continuing your walk, “Our ruse is not finished. I'm still in need of a husband.”
“Though I am flattered, I'm afraid I must reject your proposal,” he smirks, making you roll your eyes.
"Yes, I know. You are not the marrying type.”
He speaks after a moment of silence, “I suppose if I were forced to take a wife, you would be the least objectionable option.”
You scoff, “Is that meant to be a compliment, Uncle?”
He nods, making you smile to yourself, “Yes. But it is no matter, for you wishto marry for love, do you not?”
You reply, “Of course I do,” you pause, looking at his hands again, “You should not have lost your temper with Lord Lannister.”
If he is surprised by your intuition, he says nothing, “You should know something about me, beloved Niece. I will not tolerate a bully.”
You stop in your tracks and face him, “And you should know something about me, Uncle. I will not have this go wrong. This is more than a ruse now. It is more than a negotiation. This is not just about finding the best match,” you swallow and press on when he nods imperceptibly, signaling that you should continue, “This is about a life, Uncle. My life. I must finally take charge of it. I cannot afford to do otherwise. So I shall not have this go wrong. And,” you stand tall and look him in the eye, “If you are not in agreement, then you should tell me now.”
He smiles at your boldness. You are much, much braver than he anticipated.
“I shall agree on one condition,” he moves to kiss your hand again, “That you call me Aemond. No titles, no honorifics. If we are truly to seem to be courting, if this is to be a match like no other, you should call me by my name.”
“Very well,” you pause, “Aemond.”
“Very well,” he smirks, “Y/N. Let us find you a husband.”
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