#so this is dedicated to her- your mother may not have appreciated it but i admired the moxy | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

goldennightengale · 1 year

Note

Hello there! Here's my request for the day, could I have the Dorm Leaders hearing their female musician s/o sing a love song dedicated to them at VDC? As an added bonus, everyone (including their families) saw her performance and really liked it.

AAA I loved writing this so much!! I always have songs I assign to the boys going through my head all the time so this was so much fun writing! I hope you enjoy it~ -GN

Warnings: N/A

Fem! MC

A Song for Your Love

Riddle Rosehearts (Sombody to Hold My Heart - Lindsey Sterling)

When I tell you this man was flustered when you pointed him out in the crowd. Not only was your song full of love and energy, but all of your attention was on him, laser-focused on his face in the roaring crowd as you danced and sang across the stage like a professional. He’s the type to try and show his affection through actions instead of words, so expect a lot of flowers, gifts, and lots of hand-holding!

What made it even worse was he knew this was being broadcasted. Though he felt horrified by the thought of his mother watching you perform, specifically with him in mind, he was quickly reassured that she was more than amused by your eccentric proclaims of affection. She appreciates a confident woman speaking her mind, especially towards her son.

Leona Kingscholar (Lazy Love - Chloe X Halle)

Smug Bastard x100 He’s making that concert seat look like a throne with how confident he looks, knowing full well that you are talking about him. Nobody else in the thousands seated near him. (Don’t mention how he might have a slight ego about being the second prince, he can’t give you the throne you deserve but he can give himself to you instead. Knowing you return the gesture makes him unreasonably happy)

Forgot it was being broadcasted until he got a facetime call from his brother congratulating him on having a mate of his very own, especially one so talented! Cheka starts begging him to bring you back to the palace and Leona hangs up before he can get the waterworks going.

Azul Ashengrotto (Cariño - The Marías)

Stuck between stunned, smug, and highly embarrassed. He has this goofy smile as he watches you strut across the stage, occasionally ducking his face into his hands when you purr the lyrics into the mic and wink at him in the crowd.

His mama went NUTS when she caught her guppy getting serenaded on live broadcast and demanded that he bring you home. She wants to meet the gal who made her baby smile like that!

Kalim Al-Asim (What is Love? - Jonelle Monáe)

Your hype man. He’s jumping, dancing, screaming your name, and “I love you”s as you perform. Jamil tries to get him to calm down but how could he when you look like the brightest star in the desert sky? His Jewel has talent!

His father was laughing so loudly when he called, delighted with his son’s choice in love. Immediately offered to build you a personal stadium in return for you (marrying his son) performing for the entire Al-Asim family.

Vil Shoenheit (Only Girl (In the World) - Rihanna)

Smug x100 pt. 2, He is preening under the spotlight of your affections and, while he may be judging your routine (lovingly ofc), he genuinely likes how you make it clear to others that he chose you above everyone else. Though he does question if you have a death sentence announcing your relationship so boisterously.

His father loved your performance! Bold and confident, you really must have what it takes to make his son fall so hard for you. While he may not be at the front of the musical entertainment business, he’d be willing to get you some connections if you ever decide to pursue music in the field.

Idia Shroud (Icarus - Grant Knoche)

Hates the attention but melts under your loving stare, completely enraptured by your declaration of love and the thought that you did all this for him. Is 100% recording everything so he can rewatch it over and over again late at night and squeal like a fangirl in the privacy of his room.

His parents teased him relentlessly for finally getting a girlfriend, calling you his Pomegranate, and begging him to bring you home so they can meet you properly. Your references to a well-known myth are not lost on them, and the dedication to get close knowing the potential to get hurt is more than enough to get their trust. His hair is pink by the end of the call but you can tell he’s really happy they like you.

Malleus Draconia (Sunset - Caroline Polachek)

Smug x100 pt. 3, because not only did you invite him to this whole ordeal, but you were performing for him and admitting how much you felt about him in front of such a large crowd. Is not aware of your performance being broadcasted, but knowing that everyone will know who you chose as a mate is more than enough to get him all smug again.

Oh, his grandmother is more than pleased that her grandson found someone so wonderful to rule beside him. The trust you put in him, the clear admittance that you see him as a safe place, it's all proof to the reigning Queen. She’s heard a lot about you from Lilia so it only makes sense for you to visit Briar Valley to make your engagement official, no?

I know this was very short but I hope I fulfilled your wish! -GN

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #kalim al asim #kalim al asim x reader #vil schoenheit #vil shoenheit x reader #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #my god finding good images is so difficult

564 notes · View notes

becauseicantdecide · 1 year

Text

The Harder They Fall

Aemond Targaryen x Reader x Aegon II Targaryen

Warnings: Non-Con/Dub-Con, Smut, Oral (F receiving), Knife Kink, Spitting Kink, Biting Kink, Enemies to Lovers.

Summary: Aemond and Aegon both yearn for their mother's approval. It angers them when she immediately meets and favours the Princess of Dorne. They come up with a plan that ensures their mother never says your name out loud again.

Dedicated to @pluvialpoet, @bitch-biblioklept

Merry Christmas 😘😘

"I wish she'd choke on that olive and die." Aegon utters viscously.

From his spot beside his brother, Aemond almost spits his mead. If he was a man with any less self control, he might have laughed.

Instead, he turns to where his brother is watching sourly, to his mother, talking animatedly with the Princess of Dorne.

He can't deny your beauty, though he may hate you with every fiber of his being, he cannot deny that dornish dress was made for you, that your expanse of exposed skin and well done hair is anything other than breathtaking.

It's a shame that he indeed, also wanted to squeeze the breath out of you.

"Mother lets her get away with too much," Aegon continues, breaking into his brother's thoughts, "She tried to suggest to me how I should ride my own dragon."

Aemond raises a precarious eyebrow in shock and amusement.

"The worst part is the fucking bitch was right."

You were truly, proof that the gods had a sense of humour. Why else would they send someone so blood- boiling and so beautiful?

Though Aemond doesn't supply any verbal agreement of his dislike for you, he acknowledges it silently. He ached to wipe that smug smile from your face.

~~~

You liked to torment, and the Princes of the seven kingdoms had made themselves easy targets.

Like now, Alicent had promised you her younger son would accompany you through the shopping districts of King's Landing, and you were having a fun time reminding him at every moment that he'd been lent out like a hired sword.

You stayed beside him, looking up with triumphant smiles as he looked needlessly bored.

"What do you think of this colour?" You say, raising a light blue fabric to your face so that Aemond could compare them.

The Targaryen simply sighs, doesn't glance at you and turns away.

You pout.

"You're not being a very good help, Prince Aemond." You say, walking around to stand in front of him. Under his eye twitches once in annoyance.

"Ah, perhaps the import of wine and rare fruits are not as important to the Royal Family as I thought." You say in sorrow, turning away, only to grin when you feel Prince Aemond grip your upper arm to pull you back.

"Is that a threat, Princess Martell?"

"Gracious no!" You exaggerate with a smile, "I'm simply pointing out that Dorne's supplies can't be that important with the way you treat me."

You think you could hear his teeth crack with the frustration.

A shiver of pleasure floats down your spine.

Finally, he looks at the fabric in your hand.

"I hate it." He says finally, releasing your arm.

You hum in appreciation, putting it back.

"What is your favourite colour?" You ask, moving to keep up with his lengthy strides, shaking your head politely when someone tries to beckon you into their shop.

Again, he doesn't respond.

"Prince Aemond-"

"-Princess Martell." He says in a clipped tone, stopping to turn to you, "I am just a protective hand. If you require an opinion, I suggest you ask your ladies in waiting. It is their purpose."

Oh, you loved playing games.

You keep your eyes on his, wondering what's under his eyepatch.

"Leila," you call to one of your ladies' maids, you hear her step forward expectantly, ready to assist.

You don't stop looking at Aemond.

"Can you inquire as to the Prince's favourite colour?"

If only looks could kill.

There's a moment before Leila decides to open her mouth to speak on your behalf.

"Pardon me, my Prince-"

Aemond cuts her off with a look.

Pushed too far, he turns, and leaves you in the streets, disappearing into the crowds before you can say another word. You admire the sway of his hair as he walks away.

Aemond wasn't surprised that you'd told his mother. Sitting in his room, staring out at King's Landing, he's not fazed by his mother's sudden intrusion.

"I can't believe you," she starts, "the Martell house is a well respected and important family, the least you could do is treat her accordingly."

"You're lucky I didn't kill her." He says easily, studying the people below. Her silence speaks volumes.

"I had sought to make a match of you two, but maybe I should spare her the trouble." Alicent informs.

Aemond swivels on his mother.

"You would wed me to that spoiled brat?" He asks in disbelief.

"She is nothing of the sort!" Alicent's voice heightens as she approaches, "She is kind, and well learned and incredibly creative and if you could see that you would-"

"-Never. I would never." He spends a moment deep in thought before quietly asking, "Why do you like her so much?"

Alicent moves to his side, tucking her hand under his chin to tilt his head up from where he's sitting. He allows it to happen, because this is his mother, his blood.

She looks at him, Aemond watches some type of sorrow move over the planes of her face.

"I think she could love you. Aegon- has been forced to marry for duty, and you get the chance to marry for something else."

Aemond rolls his eye.

"I would have been happier marrying for duty." He responds.

Her grip on his jaw tightens.

"Consider it your duty to me then."

"I'll think about it." He appeases. He'd already thought about it. He would marry you when hell freezes.

~~~~

Aegon was not faring any better with you.

He'd been having his merry time with a serving maid when you'd walked into the small nook they'd been hidden in.

You'd cleared your throat, and the maid- whose name he couldn't care to remember- had slipped away and ran past you with a rushed excuse.

An annoyed sigh slips past his mouth, looking at you with droll irritation.

You didn't even flinch, smiling at him when he approached you to walk past.

"Can I ask, Prince Aegon," you blurt, humour deepening when he pauses to give you an annoyed glance, "Have you ever been with a willing woman?"

The silence is both amusing and poisonous.

You don't expect it, but it doesn't surprise you when he grips your shoulder tightly, slamming you into the same wall he'd had the other maiden pressed against.

"Do you have any idea who I am?" He growl, leaning into your space, till your breaths intermingle, "I am a Prince of the seven kingdoms and you will not speak to me as if I am your equal." He hisses, and not for the first time, the anger in his violet eyes stirs something delightful within you.

You soften your voice, tilting your head up and continuing to meet his eyes in an attempt to look more alluring.

"I meant no disrespect, Your Highness, but there's only so many times you can have your cock sucked by an inexperienced, unwilling woman before it gets boring."

He moves a hand from pinning your shoulder to the wall to wrap his fingers around your throat. Your eyes flutter with the pleasure it brings.

"Perhaps I like my women unwilling and inexperienced."

"A shame," you hit back, "When the opposite could incite pleasure you've only ever dreamed of."

His fingers tighten around your neck.

"Are you offering?" He asks, reducing his grip to allow you to speak.

"You wish." You respond, and before another word can be said, you're raising your hands to knock his away from your body, pushing him back to a respectable distance.

He hits the opposite wall with a muffled thud.

"I'll remind you, Prince Aegon, that I am a lady, and I am capable of removing your hands from your wrists should you touch me again without permission." You move to walk away, pausing in afterthought to turn back to him.

"So, have a nice day, Your Highness." You say, bowing your head respectfully, giving him a small smile, before backing away.

Aegon doesn't understand how he feels for hours after. On one hand, how dare you threaten him? On the other hand, why did it make him feel giddy on the inside?

He blames it on his mother.

~~~~~

He knows what's coming when Alicent storms into his room while he's taking a bath.

"You will not touch Princess Martell again, do you understand?"

Aegon huffs, wiggling his fingers in the warm water.

"It was harmless really, I can't believe she told you that."

"Except that she didn't tell me, the maid you'd been forcing yourself onto did."

Aegon can't help the smile that grows on his face.

Alicent leans forward angrily to dash water into the prince's eyes. He grunts in displeasure, wiping at his stinging eyes.

"I am trying to create a union between her and Aemond, I would appreciate if you would keep your filthy hands to yourself." Alicent hisses.

Aegon laughs long and hard.

"Aemond will kill her the second they are wed, mother, she is a nuisance- so- well- wait- I don't know what I'm saying, go right ahead and wed them." He smiles deviously.

She frowns, sighing, she leans against the bathtub, deep in thought.

Awkwardly, Aegon looks down at his cock, thinking that having his mother here did not inspire the debauched activities he was hoping to get along with.

"Why do you both dislike her? She is exactly the type of person I'd hoped for."

Which was the entire premise of the problem. That you had walked into the castle and earned the favour of the Queen, affection her sons could never hope to attain.

What could Aegon say? That he despised you because she loved you? The words would only get him slapped harder.

Instead, a dangerous idea rears its head. One so dark and twisted that the very thought of it had probably damned his soul.

He waits until dinner, to speak it aloud to the only other Targaryen who understands.

You sit at the opposite end of the table, clothed in emerald green. A colour that emphasised the way Aegon and Aemond felt about you.

Aemond hated the way the jewels sat on your skin, he wanted to cover them in your blood, slit your throat open and watch in satisfaction as you struggled to speak another word.

You laugh at something King Viserys says, and Aegon yearns to watch you cry.

Finally, he turns to his brother.

"Killing her is not enough. I want her very name tainted." Aegon whispers.

Aemond smiles at the thought.

"What do you have in mind?" He asks.

Aegon thinks for a minute.

"What's worse that getting her pregnant out of wedlock?" Aegon asks.

Aemond already has the answer prepared.

"Making her want it." Aemond supplies easily.

Aegon looks over at his brother in surprise.

"I don't know why I get called mother's worst child when you're more devious than me."

Aemond sips his mead, deep in thought.

"That's because you always get caught."

Aegon laughs.

You'd managed to ignore the princes tonight, having tormented them enough for the day, you only sit back and enjoy dinner peacefully.

You listen to the stories Alicent's father, Otto, weaves, and you smile along or laugh politely where necessary. You explain the landscape of Dorne when asked, and you tell them about some of the customs.

You leave out the customs you know they'd find appalling, they could never hope to understand the way Dorne holds the pleasures of the body as an important aspect of life. That you'd read books on pleasure enhancement alongside your history books when you were ready for it. Your virginity had only remained intact because of your status, as a formality to your future husband, should he be someone outside of Dorne. You knew that these people would never understand that. There was too much currency placed on a young woman's maidenhead for your liking.

You blink, refocusing, realising that your eyes have been locked onto Aegon's face the entire time. He smiles, leaning in to say something to his brother while still looking at you.

It makes you a little nervous. What could they possibly be talking about? No doubt some plot to get back at you.

You liked the idea more than you cared to admit. Aemond was gorgeous and calculating, Aegon made you burn with your desire for him. You shouldn't be thinking this way of either man.

When dinner is finished, you find your way to the library with a cup of ale. The place is almost empty at this time of night, and you enjoy the feeling of being alone and reading books by candlelight.

The words are funnier when you're inebriated, and you enjoy reading the thoughts of maesters who have clearly missed the points of the subjects they're speaking about.

When you hear the door to the library close and locks, you look up in surprise.

"Prince Aemond." You greet, standing, bowing your head in acknowledgement. When you notice his older brother behind him, you nod your head again, "Prince Aegon."

Both men look like they're up to no good.

"Princess Martell," Aegon says happily, "reading so late at night?"

"Uh, yes, I'm- actually I was just finishing up." You say, looking back at the books sitting on the table.

"Oh, there's no need, sit with us, we'd like to see what you're reading."

You don't get a chance to protest, finding yourself sitting on the wooden bench with Aemond on your left and Aegon on your right, both men closing you in.

"Is this yours?" Aegon asks, gripping the half filled cup of ale, taking a sip before you can open your mouth to affirm. He puts it down beside you, and you swallow when he leans closer.

You try to lean away but Aemond is a solid wall behind you, and you find that you can't move too far away from Aegon.

"Don't you hate when people don't know their place, Princess?" Aegon asks, and you swallow when he rests his warm hands on your knees. You don't push them off, not wanting to be disrespectful too soon.

"I'm not sure what you mean." You say softly.

"No? I can give an example." He sighs, smiling still, when you try to turn away from him, his fingers hold onto your knees harder to keep your attention.

"Aemond here is a Prince of the seven kingdoms. Third in line to the throne, rides the largest dragon in the world." Aegon's eyes illuminate with amusement, "Do you think he should act as a sellsword because the Princess of little shithole wills it so?"

You swallow, the level of trouble you're in finally sinks into your head.

"I only asked-"

"-You only asked," Aegon hisses, "and my mother agreed." He reaches up to grip your jaw, "What sway you must have on her, what influence."

You raise your hands to push him away, but before you can, Aemond has grabbed your wrists and pinned them behind you. You make a little sound of surprise, wiggling in an attempt to get out of his iron grip to no avail.

You turn your head to the side, taking your jaw out of Aegon's grip angrily.

"How dare you put your hands on me." You say lowly, struggling still in Aemond's grip, his breath in your ear, "Let me go."

Aegon laughs.

"It's time you learned, Princess, that you cannot have everything you want."

When Aegon kisses your collarbone, you gasp in surprise. He tugs your night dress a little lower so that he can trail his mouth from one clavicle to the other.

"Stop this, Aegon." You plead, trying to pull away from him.

"What's the matter, Princess?" Aemond whispers in your ear, your heart picking up its pace at the sound of his voice, "Don't like being taken advantage of?"

You whine.

"A little help, brother?" Aegon asks, and you feel Aemond's hand grip your jaw, turning your head.

You make a quiet sound of displeasure when Aegon presses his lips to yours. You try to shake both men off but it doesn't work.

Aegon laughs into your mouth, clearly enjoying your discomfort. Automatically, you begin to kiss back, trying to grab any semblance of control you have.

Aegon's lips are soft and plush, he's gentle and commanding with his mouth all at once. It's easy to get lost in it, to forget where you are when you have his tongue pressing into your mouth to trace over yours.

You hum in bliss, getting lost and enjoying it, only being brought back into your body when Aemond laughs in your ear.

"She likes it." He says when Aegon breaks the kiss, "What a whore." Aemond teases.

Your mouth drops open, you begin to struggle in his grip once again.

"Let me go." You grunt, and you try to pretend that hearing both brothers laugh lowly at you doesn't bring on a spike of arousal.

Aegon's eyes devour you, roaming over your body. His tongue traces over his bottom lip, and you feel like nothing more that a feast for the prince.

"Aemond," he says, eyes still caught on your chest, "Your knife."

Fear squeezes your throat.

"No way," you breathe, beginning to struggle when Aemond pulls a knife from his belt and gives it, hilt forward to Aegon.

You're panting, swearing, wriggling, but Aemond's grip is too tight, and you can't seem to get away.

It doesn't take much for Aegon to rip the front of your dress open. You suck in a deep breath to scream and Aemond quickly claps a hand over your mouth. You grunt behind it as you feel your nipples pepple in response to the open air.

"Fuck." Aegon breathes, and you close your eyes shut to avoid the way he admires you.

The knife drops on the table, you whimper behind Aemond's hand when you feel his brother cup your breasts.

"She is... as magnificent as I thought she'd be." He whispers in reverence.

You jerk when he pinches one of your nipples gently.

You don't see his head dip, but the next thing you know, his tongue laves lazily over your breast.

You can't resist a muffled moan.

You give another shake of your shoulders, not trying as hard to escape Aemond's grip.

You can feel your toes curl in your shoes, Aegon is gentle and precise and you shiver at the feel of his hands and his tongue on your body.

When you can do nothing more than relax, Aemond takes the opportunity to tilt your head to the side so that he can meld his lips to yours too.

It's almost too much, one Prince licking over your breasts, swirling his tongue over your skin, the other, delving his tongue deep into the hollows of your mouth, redefining every thought in your head. Your eyes closed shut, trying not to enjoy the rapt attention you're being given.

Aegon pinches your nipples firmly and you gasp in pain, swiveling your head to meet his eyes in betrayal, but all he does is lean forward and capture your lips.

"You don't have to do this." You whisper, as Aemond kisses your throat and Aegon kisses your lips.

"I do, Princess. You give me no choice." Aegon answers and you don't get a chance to respond as you feel Aemond's teeth sink into the skin of your neck.

Your entire body shudders, with bliss you can't process, you shake violently, pressed between both men.

"I think the whore likes being marked." Aemond observes. You whimper in disagreement.

Aegon cups your cheek, leaning in so that he's almost hovering above you. You look up at him with pleading eyes, he tilts your head so that he can see the mark Aemond has placed on you.

"What will they think, Princess," Aegon tuts, "When they see you all marked up tomorrow? How quickly my mother will cast you out."

"N-no. Please-"

"If only you'd been nicer, less of a brat. Maybe we could have gotten along."

He turns your head back to face him.

"Open your mouth."

You frown, shaking your head.

"Aemond." He says, and you feel a hand on your jaw, squeezing tightly and you can't help the little sob that leaves your throat.

Aegon reaches for the cup of mead. He takes a long sip just as Aemond works your jaw open.

Aegon leans in, and you squeeze your eyes shut as he lets the mead from his mouth slip past his lips and into yours.

Aemond chuckles behind you, clamping your mouth shut, and covering your mouth and nose with his large hand in an attempt to force you to swallow.

You do, gasping for air when he takes his hand away, not liking the sound of their devilish laughter at all.

"I'm going to kill you both." You hiss.

It only makes them laugh more.

"Hear that, brother?" Aegon says, reaching to cup your breasts in both hands and press them together, "She just threatened us."

"I do believe that counts as treason." Aemond murmurs.

"To which the punishment is death, but I'm sure we can come to some arrangement, can't we, Princess?" Aegon follows, his fingertips tracing down your ribs.

He grips the material of your skirt in his hands, bunching it up until it sits on your waist. Though you wriggle, he puts his weight on your legs, stopping you from kicking him away.

He pulls at your undergarments, reaching for the knife to cut them away, you whine, trying to garner some pity.

Next, he's pulling at your legs, until you're lying on the bench, Aemond holds your hands above your head, your body situated between his spread thighs.

You try to kick at Aegon, worried that he's about to take your virginity, but all he does when he spreads your legs is look.

After a moment, he laughs.

"How wet you are, Princess." He praises, you gasp when his thumb swipes over your little bud.

He takes his time, which is way worse that him being rough, his thumb rubbing at your center, pleasure swimming through your senses, until your thoughts are muddled. You sigh, mewling when he leans down, kissing the tops of your thighs.

This wasn't something you were aware men outside of Dorne could do.

Aegon is soft, doesn't rush his kisses on your skin and you wished you could pull your skirts out of the way to get a proper look at him between your thighs.

You definitely stop struggling when he presses his tongue to your center. Your mouth parts in surprise. Was this supposed to be a punishment?

You look up at Aemond, who hovers above, looking down at you with something akin to amusement. You close your mouth, trying to mask the way you feel from him.

As if that was ever possible.

"How does she taste?" Aemond asks, and you burn with the way he talks about you like you're not in the room.

It takes Aegon a moment to raise his head from between your legs.

"Like nectar." Is all he says, burying his face in your cunt once more.

He licks you till you're trembling, his tongue dancing on your heated centre, your thighs wrapped around his head. The candles that you'd brought in with you have been significantly burned down, and you can only speculate that it's somewhere near midnight, and yet, Aegon keeps tasting you, drinking from your centre in an almost desperate manner that makes you want to moan. You bite your lip so hard to stop from making any sound that you can almost taste the iron of your blood.

All the while, Aemond looks at you, his eyes devour every expanse of your skin and you think that his eyes alone is stimulating enough, but then he's reaching out, fingertips tentatively grazing your soft breast.

His touches grow more firm, and he's rolling one stiff nipple between his fingers before moving over to the next.

You whimper, kicking your legs in useless frustration. Aegon's tongue begins moving faster and you can't fight either brother and at this point you don't want to.

Your orgasm knocks the breath from your lungs, you feel your womb clench deliciously as pleasure swims through your system. You make pitiful noises of pleasure, hands in tight fists, trembling as both boys pause their torment.

After a moment, you feel your senses slowly begin to come back to you.

"The way you gush Princess," Aegon murmurs, eyes still locked on your center, "puts whores to shame."

A sad, needy sound leaves your lips. You can feel an indent on the inside of your lip where you'd been biting a little too forcefully.

"What do you think, Aemond?" The prince asks, "Has she been used well enough today?"

The man in question looks down at you, finally releasing his grip on your arms.

You don't move, confused at what they planned to do now. Would they take turns fucking you?

"I think she has." Aemond says, breaking you out of your desperate thoughts.

Before you can register anything, both Princes have stood, leaving the room with soft steps, closing the door behind them.

You sit up, confused and disgruntled and wondering what happened to make them stop. It takes you a moment before the horror of realisation overtakes you.

What had just happened?

#aegon ii targaryen x reader #aemond x reader x aegon #aemond targaryen x reader #aegon ii targaryen #house of the dragon #aegon ii x reader #aegon targaryen #aemond targaryen #hotd #aegon ii targaryen smut #aemond targaryen smut

415 notes · View notes

witch-and-her-witcher · 20 days

Text

eluzriel | E | essentially pwp but there's some espionage and getting together

There are secrets Elain's lovers have been keeping from the rest of the Night Court, but some truths Elain simply didn't disclose that come to light during her first intercontinental spy mission to Rask - such as reaching a decision about maintaining casual relationships separately, or perhaps committing to something bigger.

When both Azriel and Lucien are sent after Elain to ensure her safety, everything comes out in the open.

ao3 | chapters 1-3/16

For @polyacotarweek Day Three: Secrets. Thank you @popjunkie42 and @climbthemountain2020 for betaing!!! <3

preview under cut

“Good day, High Lady — gods, Feyre! You could have warned me!”

The High Lady of the Night Court rolls her eyes and doesn’t even falter in her ministrations. As if Lucien is the one being dramatic that he has just walked in on her naked from the waist up aside from a loose binding around her breasts — and more tape being wound around a gushing wound in her abdomen.

“Are you alright? Do you need a healer?” The heels of Lucien’s riding boots clip against the lovely, polished hardwood flooring as his training as a soldier kicks in and he crosses the distance between them.

Feyre waves him off. “The Dawn healing in my blood will take care of it, right now I just need to keep from staining the rug — or, well, anymore rugs …”

No one could snub their nose at Feyre’s taste in ornamental rugs or interior decorating in general, but her refined, expensive palette did come at the cost of fabrics too delicate to magically clean. Even if she had taken to hunting down treasures in thrift shops about the Courts, her furnishings were worth a small kingdom on their own.

An impracticality considering the warriors that tromp through the High Lady’s home regularly, herself counted in that number. Or the prince who seems as great a menace as his mother.

But Lucien appreciates her dedication to maintaining a beautiful, stylish home.

He frowns now, glancing around as if he may find some hidden threat. His hand goes to the hilt of the saber tied at his belt. “What happened? Did you call me in to handle whoever did this to you?”

Feyre bursts out with laughter.

Rude.

“No offense, emissary, but if I required someone to handle a foe for me, I don’t think I would need to call you out from your townhome to do so.” Her freckle dusted shoulders shake, beautiful and so uncommon for a fae. Glamouring replicas have become a fashion trend since the former human High Lady has come into herself, has come to be recognized for more than just that mud splattered Savior. “Besides, this was the doing of my son.”

“Nyx did this to you?” Lucien’s brows shoot to his hairline.

He decides to let her insult against his prowess as a fighter pass when her eyes are sparkling like a mountain fed stream.

Gods, she’s really grown over the last decade into her strength, her beauty, her regality. It’s impressive as hell. Never would Lucien have thought the scamp Tamlin had brought into his manor would blossom into this.

“Cassian did warn me to wear a vest if we were going to the mat.” Her mouth spreads into a vicious smile. “Once he’s sparring, he can get carried away, and he’s adopted some innovative fighting techniques to surprise his uncles. It’s so deeply embedded in them that wings aren’t to be touched or to touch with, Nyx likes to jab a talon to gain the upper hand.”

“Smart use of his stature,” he observes.

Feyre beams with pride.

A knot tightens in Lucien’s throat. His metal eye whirs.

That parental happiness. It shouldn’t be so painful to see, but …

He pulls himself from the temptation of that particular downward spiral because Feyre is still trying to apply enough pressure to get the tape to stop the bleeding in her side. He brushes her fingers away and takes over. Feyre doesn’t fight it, knowing his angle will make the wrapping more effective.

“Alright, you didn’t summon me to put your son in his place and likely not for my wound dressing either.” Lucien glances up to her face beneath the curtain of his hair that has fallen over his shoulder while he bends to finish tying the wrap. “What can I do for you, Feyre?”

“I thought seeing me half naked would be a fun memory to reminisce over?”

He presses a little harder than necessary on the wound. Feyre hisses.

“Okay, alright, not enough time has passed to joke about that. In truth, I have a favor to ask of you.”

Lucien whistles low while stepping back to appreciate his handy work. The bleed has stopped seeping through the white cloth.

“A favor? This should be interesting.”

Feyre lifts her top from the desk she’s had it resting on. She pulls it over her shoulders and begins buttoning it, pointedly not making eye contact with Lucien. A very interesting favor then, if it is enough to make the High Lady feel guilt.

“I need you to go to Rask and retrieve a special package… Your mate.”

#poly+acotarweek2024 #eluzriel #elain x azriel x lucien #no hate only smut #acotar #acotar fanfic #my writing

39 notes · View notes

crisiscutie · 6 months

Note

hey!! i hope you're doing well and that the world is treating you kindly <3 do you have any headcanons about safer sephiroth? both sfw and nsfw would be appreciated 💞

This will be set in the Dissidia AU, which is based on Sephiroth's Opera Omnia storyline. I like to think of this to be a sneak peek of the Dissidia Darling's endgame, where she and Sephiroth achieved godhood together.

Song: E.T.

Content Warning: NSFW, Breeding Kink, mentions of Mommy/Daddy Kink.

JENOVA only existed in the Dissidia Universe when you, a summoner, harvested energy for Sephiroth to bring her into physical form. Little did you know, she needed a vessel, and you were the perfect candidate.

Locked in a battle of wills, the two of you eventually became a single entity over time. Your eye color turned into her vivid pink, while some other aspects of you remained unchanged.

Sephiroth's godly transformation entranced you when it was finally time for him to ascend. It was all thanks to the energy you had harvested for him and JENOVA. Afterwards, you and Sephiroth himself merged.

You two became two halves of a whole. You were one with him in every sense.

He saw you as his equal, because you truly are.

With you by his side, you two destroyed all your opposition.

Any conversations between you two were purely for the pleasure of hearing each other's voices. He always knew your thoughts and feelings, just like you knew his.

Because you tire more easily from battles than him, he created a pocket dimension for you to rest in.

Every detail in that pocket dimension was meticulously crafted to fulfill your desires. Achieving your maximum comfort is necessary for your rejuvenation.

Now, Sephiroth's composure is no longer a facade, but rather a true sense of calmness, especially when he is with you, his goddess.

Your fierce protectiveness of each other means nobody could come between you. May the heavens help anyone who even dares to lay eyes on you.

You both had a switching mechanism of parental "roles" to comfort each other. You'd be "mother" for Sephiroth, while he would be "father". Sometimes, both of you would fulfill the parental roles simultaneously.

Cuddling with him actually served a practical purpose, as he still siphons power from you. And, seriously, why wouldn't he do so much better with your touch?

When he's fucking you, he's super gentle and takes his time to savor the moment, but his thrusts are still powerful.

Handholding during sex? Yes. Even when he's balls deep in your cunt, he still clings to you, never wanting to let go.

Sometimes throwing one of your legs over his shoulder while he fucked you does the job, too. He just needed to hold you, in any way.

His favorite positions with you are the traditional missionary, prone bone and stand-and-carry.

Sex while flying is definitely a guarantee.

While soaring through the sky with you in his arms, he would proudly showcase the destruction he caused in your name... While also warming his cock in your hole.

His cum is intoxicating. Despite its corruption, you're overcome with euphoria whenever it flooded your insides or he cums on you. It always created an irresistible desire to be bred by him.

As the mother of his spawn and his dedicated breeder, you'd happily carry and nurture as many creatures he needs (or wants) for your conquests.

His past self was already into body worship, but now? He's constantly showering you with affection, craving you as much as you crave him. He is touch-starved to the max.

I think Safer Sephiroth/JENOVA Darling's bond would be just as powerful as Fluffy Sephiroth/Domestic Darling's, considering the long journey they underwent to achieve their endgame. They now live their lives in a twisted bliss, finding complete fulfillment in the other. It's a... very different kind of happy ending xD

101 notes · View notes

floffytofu · 8 months

Text

The Commander

previous | next

You nervously tug at your padawan braid, trying to calm the thoughts race through your mind like a stampede. Today you are gonna meet your clone troopers batallion 212th. You always adore clone troopers. Watching them fight for republic in holonet with bravery, they may have the same faces but they're different in force. You can't wait to meet them but also nervous at the thought. What if they didn't like you? Since you're too young and what if they feel you're a burden, what if they think you didn't suit being in this war, what if-

"You're thinking too much Padawan, I can sense you nervous. But don't worry, I assure you, they would love you" Your Master said, smiling down at you as he fixed your Padawan braid again, after you kept messing it due to your nervousness. It's like a little tradition between the two of you now. Of course, you can braid it by yourself. but he insists he had to be the one who did it, and it really warms your heart.

After he fixed your braid, your master leaned over and checked your restraint harness once again like a worried tooka mother making you giggle. "I'm fine Master, you already checked it like 6 times"He laughed, and pat your head "Well better be safe than sorry"

After a few hours you finally arrived, the Republic Gunship gently touched down on the landing pad of the negotiator cruiser. With a steady stride, you followed your Master toward the exit ramp of the gunship. Your heart skipped a beat as you almost stumble, too busy looking at your surroundings. The welcoming sight that greeted you took your breath away, a meticulously lined-up formation of the 212th Battalion stood before you.

Obi-Wan cleared his throat, the anticipation in the air was palpable as all eyes turned towards you. making you slightly nervous, "Troopers, this is my new Padawan. From now on, they will work together with us. They have shown great dedication and courage in their training. And I trust in their abilities to serve alongside us" You stepped forward looking up to meet the troopers' gaze. your voice, though tinged with a touch of nervousness. "It's an honor to serve the republic alongside all of you" you looked at your master for reassurance before continuing "I may be young and still have much to learn, but I will do my best to serve alongside each and every one of you"

The troopers observed you with a mix of curiosity as murmurs of appreciation spread through the troopers. One of the soldiers couldn't help but comment "you're so small, can I carry you sir?" a few chuckles and smirks rippled through the troopers, following with the sound of a gloved hand striking the surface of a trooper's helmet echoed through the air, as one of them smack the trooper's helmet, receiving a surprised grunt from the trooper who received the unexpected tap.

'Ouch, what was that for?'

'Shut up Waxer'

You chuckle at the sight, they may be soldiers, but their force signature is welcoming. almost feel like─ home. Obi-Wan, standing beside you, couldn't help but join in the moment, his own smile mirroring yours. After the brief interaction and exchange of introductions, the troopers disbanded, each one returning to their respective duties. As you and your master talk about the next training, the sound of approaching footsteps caught your attention. Turning your gaze, you saw the trooper with slightly different armor. His force signature is warm. And his armor is adorned with unique markings like the sun.

Obi-Wan followed your gaze, noticed your curiosity and stepped forward. "Allow me to introduce you," he said, his voice calm and measured. "This is Commander Cody, one of the key leaders within the 212th Battalion." Commander Cody took off his helmet as he nodded in acknowledgement. "Commander" he spoke to you, your own eyes meet him as you whispering "Warm."

Cody didn't understand why his General brought young Jetii to the battlefield. He understands Ahsoka since she's not that young and she can handle herself, but looking at your tiny figure and your small hands. Cody feels⎯worried, it's not like he didn't trust his general. He trusted Obi-Wan even with his own life. The battlefield was a place of danger and chaos, and he hesitated to expose a child to its harsh realities. but it's not like he can do anything about it, since he is just a clone commander. and he made for serving Jetii. He's a soldier who made to follow orders without questioning them. Yet, his thoughts persisted, contemplating the potential impact of this change.

Cody met his general at cockpit. He didn't see you around and used this chance to talk with his jetii. Obi-Wan smiled at him as his gaze met with Cody's. "Something bothering you, my dear Cody?" Cody, trying to ignore the nickname glad having his helmet on to hide his blushing face, he cleared his throat, "Nothing general" he lied. Obi-Wan sighed and he placed a comforting hand on Cody's armored shoulder "You're not good at lying Cody, I know you are worried about my Padawan. But trust me my dear, I won't bring them for a big mission. And of course, I will do my best to protect them"

Cody's furrowed brow eased slightly as he absorbed Obi-Wan's words, "I'm sorry general, it's not like I didn't trust your judgement. It's just that they look so small and young. i just―" Obi-Wan eyes soften at this. A warmth spread through his chest, one he tried to bury deep within. Obi-Wan always tried so hard to resist these deep feelings he had for his commander, but he couldn't help it by looking at his dear Cody worried about his Padawan. Making him adore the clone commander more. With a gentle smile, Obi-Wan pushed those feelings aside as he locked his gaze with Cody once again. "Thank you for caring about my Padawan Cody, but I assure you as long as we're together nothing bad will happen"

Cody nodded at this, his heart quickened its pace as his gaze locked with Obi-Wan's. A swirl of emotions stirring within him, his eyes searched Obi-Wan's face, hoping his inner turmoil remained hidden beneath a mask of professionalism. He admired and respected the Jedi Master, but there was something more, something he dared not voice or reveal. The bond between them was unspoken but undeniable, both seem in denial or perhaps waiting for the right moment to utter connection between the two of them. For now, they would focus on the mission at hand, burying their feelings beneath layers of professionalism. But deep down, a flicker of hope burned within them, a belief that someday, when the time was right, when all of this was over, they would have the opportunity to embrace what their heart yearned for all along.

It was your first mission and it came rather unexpected in the middle of you and your master training. The council sent your batallion to assist 501st in geonosis. You feel nervous and excited at the same time. assisting 501st means you can meet Ahsoka again, but at the same time, this is also your first ever on the battlefield. You close your eyes and try to calm your mind as you hold your master's hand since you can't reach the handrail in the republic gunship. Sensing your nervousness, Obi-Wan offered a comforting smile at you. "ready my padawan?" you chuckle and take out your lightsaber as you step out from the republic gunship alongside with him and commander Cody. "Always do master"

The sight in front of you is already full of chaos, the air is heavy with tension as blaster fire streaks through the sky, leaving trails of light in its wake. The loud thud of exploding ordnance reverberates through the air, and the ground trembles with the impact of heavy machinery. Through the chaos, Obi-Wan's voice cuts through the clamor, "Cody told the men to hold our position until we find Anakin" Cody nodded dutifully as he commanded the troopers.

Besides you, Obi-Wan moves with precision and graceful, deflecting incoming blaster bolts with his lightsaber. "Stay close with me padawan, don't go anywhere until I told you so" You nodded as you tightly gript your lightsaber, your heart pounding in your chest. The deafening sounds of explosions and the shouts of soldiers blend into a symphony of warfare. Obi-Wan grunts when he uses the force to push some droids, he turns on the comlink "Anakin where are you? I swear-" a loud explosion sound cut Obi-Wan's voice, he sighed in frustration and rolled his eyes "that must be him, come on"

You and your master ran toward the explosion source, you can hear a Cody frustrated voice behind you telling his general to be careful only to get a reply with his smile, making you think this situation where your master runs toward the chaos must have happened very often before. When you arrive, you can see Anakin and captain Rex standing in the middle of broken droids. He smiles at Obi-Wan "took you long enough master" Obi-Wan sighs again as he looks around at droids wreckage, "Well can't help it since you left a lot of droids down there" Anakin is about to reply when his eyes landed on you "What this youngling doin here?" you gasp at him and felt offended.

You placed your hand on your hip in response, showing your annoyance. "Excuse me? I'm not youngling anymore. I am Master Kenobi padawan" you can feel your master and cody bite down a laugh as anakin looks baffled, "a padawan?? I thought you said you don't want one anymore after I got Ahsoka " Obi-Wan shrugged at him "you can say I changed my mind, talk about ahsoka where is she now?" Anakin only gave him that one look that Obi-Wan obviously didn't like at all. "Anakin, where is your padawan?" Obi-Wan asked again, more demanding this time.

Another explosion erupted, sending shockwaves through the air. a deafening boom echoed, followed by a blinding flash of light. The force of the blast propelled debris in all directions, shattering the surrounding silence. "That must be her sir" Rex said with sigh while Anakin smirk making Obi-Wan rolled his eyes again, "Anakin what did I tell you before about sending Ahsoka away without you?" Obi-Wan scolds him with a stern look, Anakin only shrugs at him and walking towards the explosion source with Captain Rex "She's not alone, I sent her away with a squad. And Fives, and oh also Echo"

After the dust settled from the explosion, Ahsoka and her squad troopers quickly regrouped, scanning the area for any surviving droids. Fives and Echo, with their blasters at the ready, covered Ahsoka as she took a cautious step forward, her lightsabers humming with energy. "Great work everyone, and now we wait until my master comes" Hardcase let out a groan, mumbling about wanting to blow up more droids, making ahsoka chuckle at him.

As you, Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Cody reached Ahsoka's location, the tension in the air was palpable. The battlefield was strewn with droids wreckage and the echoes of blaster fire still hung in the air. Anakin's eyes locked onto Ahsoka, a mix of relief and concern washing over his face. "I take that you did it secure the area then" he smile at her with fondness and pride, "of course master our squad successfully blowing up another droids reinforcements, we wait for your another command"

You looked Ahsoka in awe, she looks more mature and wise since the last time you both met before she got chosen as padawan. Her eyes sparkled with a depth of experience that belied her years, and you couldn't help but marvel at how much she had grown. Ahsoka's eyes widened slightly as you both eyes meet, she stepped forward and hugged you tightly "It's really you! I miss you so much" You smile widen as you hug her back and whisper "I miss you too sister" realizing having audiences. Slowly, you both released each other, maintaining a lingering connection through your hands that gently slid apart.

"I assume that you both know each other then" Obi-Wan said, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. Anakin stood beside him, his own grin betraying a mix of curiosity and amusement. You exchanged a quick glance with Ahsoka, "Ahsoka and I trained together as youngling in the Jedi Temple master. It's been awhile since we both met" Obi-Wan's smile widened as he nodded "Very well then," he continued, "we can continue the reunion later, let's focus on the mission ahead. Now we're here. Here's the plan"

The plan was simple yet crucial. You, your master, cody and the squad of clone troopers were tasked with infiltrating the Separatist stronghold and neutralizing their new weapon before it could wreak havoc. It was a covert operation, requiring precision, stealth, and swift execution. while anakin, ahsoka and 501st alongside with 212th distract the remaining droids. It should've been easy, but here you are now getting separated from your master.

It happened so fast. In the midst of the intense mission, as explosions rocked the facility, disaster nearly struck. Debris rained down upon you, threatening to crush you under its weight. Luckily, Cody is there immediately pulling you out of harm's way, saving you from the imminent danger. However, the harrowing incident caused you and Cody to become separated from your master, and the rest of the squad.

It's almost an hour, you and Cody navigating the labyrinthine corridors of the Separatist stronghold. Both of you still can't find any sign of your master, the comlink devices got crushed from an earlier incident, and the worst thing is you can't feel your master in force. The darkness is too strong here and it almost suffocates you. You sat beside cody after tired walking around, he offered you some rotation and you both ate it in silence.

"I know you didn't like me commander" you said while chewing your flavorless rotation, Cody let out a sigh, his expression softening "With all due respect sir, I didn't mean it that way. I just thought that you're..."

"too young?" you finished his sentence, Cody nodded in agreement. He looked at you with a concerned expression that you can't describe, "I'm a clone I never really had a proper childhood. Nor that I even know what the natborn do in their young age like you" Cody continued, his gaze turning thoughtful "But I know that young Jetii like you we're not meant to be in this war. I just thought that you could get way better than this. Like learning to be a jedi in more.. Harmless way" He paused, searching for the right words, "I know I don't have a right to say this as a clone, but still, it feels so wrong for me to let you in dangerous situations"

You looked cody with wide eyes, you didn't know what to say. The realization hit you that he didn't dislike you personally, but rather he resented having to expose you to the perils of war. It was a conflicting realization, as you never expected someone to care about your well-being in such a way beside Master Windu, Obi-Wan and other people who you didn't even want to remind of him anymore. You touch his scar with your tiny hand and smile at him "Thank you for caring for Cody, but I'm pretty sure as long as we're together nothing bad will happen. And please just call me by my name or anything other than 'sir.' It sounds weird to me" Cody chuckles at this, thinking about how Obi-Wan said the same thing before and nodded, "Fair enough" he replied with a smile.

Just as you were about to speak, a familiar voice cut you off, sending a shiver down your spine. "Well, isn't this my precious grandchildren," the dark figure spoke, standing confidently in the corridor. You couldn't help but sneer at his presence, your disdain for him evident.

"Count Dooku"

#codywan #obi wan kenobi #star wars #clone wars #commander cody #padawan reader #child reader #obi wan x padawan reader platonic #obi wan kenobi x platonic!reader

75 notes · View notes

iiiknowplaces · 5 days

Text

death is inescapable.

katniss everdeen x reader.

summary: the quarter quell was deadly, as was all of the hunger games, but katniss wasn't ready for this twist.

warnings: death (duh), really really angsty, fem!reader, reader's district not specified, murder.

everything had gone wrong within the blink of an eye. one thing that was unusual in the quarter quell was the sound of laughter. but there you were, sitting on the sandy beaches of the arena with katniss, with nobody else around, laughing. about what, you may ask? well, practically nothing, but you tried to find the happy in multiple situations, which she adored and appreciated about you. while deep into your conversation, neither of you noticed one of the career tributes sneaking up behind you, it all happened so quick. in the speed of lightning, they had managed to stab you, right in the back. before either of you could react, the mystery tribute was gone. you screamed out in pain, and katniss quickly pulled you into her arms. she didn't know what to do. she wasn't a medic, sure, she could heal wounds, but she learned from watching her mother tend to people that this wound was far too deep to heal. it was fatal. no words were spoken, just quiet sobs coming from you as you gripped onto the loving arms holding your dying body.

"i don't wanna die!" you suddenly cry out, the sound a mixture of fear and pain. she knew death was your biggest fear, as you had frequent nightmares about the close calls you've encountered. her voice sounded strained as she tried to comfort you in your last minutes alive.

"i know, sweetheart. i know." she shushes you, stroking your hair with her blood-stained hands, trying her best to soothe her frantic lover.

"i'm sorry, i'm so sorry!" you say within cries, the sound gut-wrenching.

"don't apologize," she comforts, tears streaming down her cheeks and falling on yours, "you have nothing to be sorry for." a few seconds pass until you speak up again.

"i'm tired..." you mutter out, just enough for her to hear it. she sobs harder at that.

"i know, honey, i know. i'll win for you. just go to sleep, okay?" she says sobbing as she holds your weak frame close.

"i love you." you speak softly, your last words being dedicated to her.

"i love you too." she cries out, the last thing you heard was those words and the sound of her sobs. she felt your body grow limp in her arms, the light of life leaving your eyes as you grow cold. she shakes you, not ready to let you go, and in denial that you're gone. she closes your eyes with her fingers, unable to stand the sight of the emptiness in them. the cannon blows as she hears your heartbeat stop. she stays crying with your body and hugging your limp body until the machine that retrieves the fallen tributes arrives. she doesn't want to let go, but she also knows she has to. she promised you she'd win for you. so with a final kiss to your cold lips, she pulls back, and watches as your dead body gets lifted into the air, and taken into the drone. it suddenly hits her that that was the last time she'd ever see you. you're gone. and she knows the rage of that will fuel her forever. you were supposed to have a life together, in district 12. it wasn't supposed to end like this. but it did, the untimely fate of death took the love of her life, and she would never get over it.

--------------------------------------------------------

hi guys felt really sad so i made this lol. sooo how are we all feeling after this??

#katniss everdeen x reader #katniss everdeen x fem!reader #katniss x reader #the hunger games x reader #katniss everdeen fluff #katniss everdeen angst

19 notes · View notes

chaeiimimi · 1 year

Note

Hey!! I love your work here !! Itd be awesome if you could make a part 2 please!! <3

omg I am so happy I finally got a submission <3 I appreciate this so much, anyways, your wish is my command so here's part 2!

JUJUTSU KAISEN MEN AND A SINGLE MOM PT 2!

Hi! I originally wrote these scenarios for Haikyuu men, but since I made the decision to write for jjk as well, I figured this will be a fitting scenario for jjk men, please note that some of the characters are aged up and my ask box is and comments are open for suggestions, also take note that some of the plots may have been twisted to be more suitable for the scenario

TOJI FUSHIGURO

I am finally writing for this man vbcjhsbd am entering dangerous territory here

After his wife died, Toji has done nothing but to try and compensate for her absence to their two children, Tsumiki and Megumi

Tsumiki was in first grade, Megumi was in kindergarten and Toji was busy running his company to ensure the stability of the future of his children, despite being a busy multi-millionaire businessman, Toji has made it a point to always spend time with his children

may it be making breakfast for them in the morning and sending them off to school, or giving the both of them bubble baths at night to relax their tiny bodies after a long day at school and tucking them in while reading a bedtime story

he was always present in school activities which made other moms and teachers doll up a little bit extra, and today was no different day

Toji was carrying Megumi who was in his PE uniform and Tsumiki who was wearing a pretty pink dress was holding his right hand, it was Megumi's sports day, and it was the perfect time for him to bond with his children

there were a lot of people, and most of them came as a family, supporting their little ones in this little school activity, Megumi was part of the track and field competition which doesn't start in three hours

the trio decided to walk around the school when Tsumiki bumped into a little figure, it was a toddler walking alone in the middle of a sport festival

the toddler looked up and smiled brightly at them, she was so small and her hair was tied into two space buns, she was wearing a white dress with little flowers on it

Tsumiki was instantly in love, she always wanted a sister

"I'm so sorry baby" she says as she hugs the little girl

It seems like Megumi was smitten interested as well because he asks Toji to let him down and pinches the cheeks of the toddler as well, and when the baby looks up at him and smiles brightly while he was still holding her cheeks

Megumi was bright red and just blurted out "dad, let's take her home"

Toji was tempted if he was honest, the baby is extraordinarily adorable, Toji has been a single dad for as five years now, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't have baby fever from time to time

He dedicated most of his time being a breadwinner and a doting father that he did not step back into the dating world

Toji was snapped out of his trance when he hears a feminine giggle, he looks down and there you were, in all your glory

"I see you found my little Yua" you smiled at the two children

"Are you baby's mama?" Tsumiki asks

you smiled and nodded "I am, her name is Yua" you said

"you're so pretty ma'am, I'm Tsumiki and this is my brother Megumi" Tsumiki says shyly as she points at her younger brother which made you chuckle and bent down to their level

"well aren't you just sweet and lovely children" you said while fixing Tsumiki's hair and pinching Megumi's cheeks

Toji cleared his throat, he was there the whole time. This is one of the few times that Toji actually sees his children interacting with a woman who's actually a mother

you looked up to the big man in front of you and greeted him politely

"Hello sir, I assume you're Megumi-chan and Tsumiki-chan's dad?" you asked cautiously

"that's right, Toji Fushiguro, Misis..?" he asks for your name

"It's actually a Miss, Y/N btw" you smiled and extended your hand for a handshake which he took

Toji raises his left eyebrow, you were a single mom too? well hot damn was it his lucky day?

he feels a little hand tap his knee, it was Yua who had her arms outstretched at him, he quickly leans down and carries her, he looks at you talking with his children

"Megumi's competition is today he's nervous" Tsumiki says

you look at Megumi and held his cheeks in between your hands

"why are you nervous Megumi?" you asked

"what if I lose?" Megumi answers timidly

"well, what if you lose?" you smiled knowingly at him

Megumi tilted his head to the side

"if you lose, well you don't get a medal, and that's about it, sounds boring doesn't it?"

Megumi just stared at you

"How about instead of trying hard to get a medal, try your best to have a good time instead? I'm sure that's what you're dad asks of you as well” you smiled at the dark-haired boy

he gives you a little smile and nod

“can I ask for a hug?”

Toji was shocked, Megumi is never affectionate with women except for Tsumiki, his wife died when she gave birth to Megumi so Megumi wasn’t able to experience any maternal love

you smiled and outstretched your hand for the little boy to hug you

His dad was staring at you from a distance, from a widowed husband who has no intentions of dating, he was now raking his brain to come up with excuses to not let this interaction end

why would he ever let this end? you were an absolute angel, he could see the longing in his children’s eyes when they look at you, not to mention the little bundle of joy that he was carrying right now carved her way into his heart

and you, you were just perfect in his eyes, he’s a multi-million businessman and it’s probably not a smart thing to say, but you, a stranger, swept him off his feet

he can’t remember when was the last time he felt this way, but one thing’s for sure

he will do everything he can in his power to make you his.

NANAMI KENTO

away from the morbid world of Jujutsu, Nanami likes to appreciate the small things in life

he isn’t a fan of crowded places but he also hates staying at home during his day off and rot away on his couch, so he goes out and strolls around areas that are not too crowded

if there’s one thing Nanami likes aside from sleep, it’s literature, it helps him escape from the kind of world he lives in

so on this day off, he decided to visit a bookstore that’s also a café, he’s been eyeing it for some time now and it’s in a hidden part of Tokyo, he also made sure to go there on a weekday so that fewer people will come in

When Nanami walked in he was greeted by the scent of bread, coffee, old books and a small giggle from a little boy

Nanami whips his head to where the sound was coming from and then he saw you, you were in a brown dress, your hair tied neatly on a bun and you had your son in your lap playing with him which elicited the melodic giggles

Nanami was stunned for a minute, he couldn’t move for a good fifteen seconds

he never thought he’d see you again, but here you were

Nanami was now looking at the face of the girl from the bakery he used to go to when he quit being a sorcerer and became a salaryman

you still had the same brightness in your eyes, but something was different, it was so motherly

you looked as beautiful as the day he left that bakery and decided to return to the Jujutsu world

Nanami was happy to see you, being happy with your son, you must have lived a good life, you have a son, and hopefully an amazing husband as well

but who was he kidding? Nanami did not regret returning to the Jujutsu world, if he had one thing he regretted, it would be not telling you how he felt, it was not telling you that he wasn’t there for the bread, but for your smile that melted away his exhaustion, he went to that bakery to hear your bright voice greeting him, to have you say “are you having a good day so far sir?”, you charmed him the moment he entered that bakery, and you still do now, after seven years, he entered the café he assumes you own

you noticed him and gave him the same exact smile,

“I haven’t seen you in a while sir” you greeted him

Nanami walks over to you on the counter “seven years huh? I see you got your own little space now” he states, a ghost of smile appearing on his thin lips

“I know, ironic isn’t it? I got a son now too” you chuckled and looked at your son who was sitting comfortably on his own chair

Nanami looked at your son closely, he looked a lot like you, so much actually that he would think you made him by yourself

“he’s name is Aoki” you say as you brush your son’s hair away from his face which made him scrunch his face

adorable. Nanami says inside his head

“your husband must be lucky” he can’t help but blurt out

you smiled sadly “if he was so lucky he wouldn’t die so early”

Nanami looks at you and mumbles a small “sorry”

you wave your hand and smile at him “don’t worry, I’ve actually been wanting to talk to you sir”

it’s embarrassing but Nanami can’t help but feel a little joy hearing those words coming out of your mouth

“about what? and please do call me Nanami” he says

you offered to make him coffee and serve him bread as you sat down on one of the tables of your café, after all, you were the only person there anyway

“my husband died two years ago, Aoki was just a month old...” you started and Nanami looks at you intently

“he... he was different... like you, he was a Jujutsu Sorcerer”

Nanami was shocked, you knew he was a Jujutsu Sorcerer all along?

“I- I only figured out that you were one when I recalled the time you fixed my shoulder problem at the bakery and compared it to my husband’s ability” you explained

“my husband died a tragic death, but I am worried for my son, I don’t-, I don’t know how to deal with him if he is bound to have the same abilities as his father” the distress in your voice was clear and it was understandable

Nanami looked at you with the same stoic eyes, but it was a sympathetic one

Nanami did not what to feel, he walks in and found the woman he loved for eight years with a son, but later founds out she was widowed, and her son has the possibility of having cursed energy

Nanami was confused as to how he felt at the moment, his emotions were changing the whole time, but if there was one feeling that stuck to him the whole time, it was the loud pounding of his heart against his ribs, the tingling in his stomach, and the immense joy of seeing you after a long time

Nanami wasn’t going to waste this time again, he was going to win you over, he was going to do it slowly but surely

he looks at the toddler on your lap and he takes him from you, he could feel the subtle cursed energy radiating off his tiny body, and just like that, Nanami knew that Aoki was set to live in a world where hideous monsters are seen through his eyes, he wasn’t blessed with the ignorance majority of the people get to experience

right at that moment when Nanami felt Aoki in his chest, he promised himself that he was going to protect him and you at all costs

Nanami has always been living for the sake of other people, for people who need him, for his dead best friend, but today, he finally found a reason to live for himself

he wanted to have you, he wanted to protect you, he wanted to protect the ray of sunshine he was holding right now, he wanted to protect his happiness

he was greedy. the bliss he feels right now? he’d want to experience it forever if he could

and he’ll start by winning you over first, so please expect a handsome Jujutsu Sorcerer to visit your little café probably more often than he should

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader

334 notes · View notes

mightymizora · 4 months

Text

Answering my own reading questions!

because I can! feel free to do these as asks or just fill them out I'm a nosy bitch.

How many BG3 fics did you subscribe to or bookmark on A03 in 2023?

22 bookmarks and 9 new authors subbed to! There's been so much great stuff out there.

Did you have a favourite canon character to read?

I love a good Gale fic, but actually it's default Durge, if that counts. If not, Gortash.

Do you have a favourite OC of somebody else's that you fell in love with this year?

Oof, a tough one but I've gotta say that I love @mordymord's Labrys and @popiellart's Wormwood like AIR. Both have some similar traits in a lot of ways, being lean, clever demigods, but both are also so distinct. I don't think I've read any other characters like them. There's SO many good Durges but I fell for both of these fic-first.

Which fic that you've read has been the most popular?

Probably @aliquistis' excellent Gale/Tav fic Witch Ways, which has one of my other favourite OCs. Echo is excellent, and the fic is SO well done. No wonder it has 25k hits!

Which fic has been your hidden gem that you think deserves a wider readership?

I can't choose one, so have three: I'm coming around all of your houses with print outs of Intimate Connection by @plethomacademia because it deserves a HUGE readership. I think Concentration (a moment's silence) by @smoreofbabylon (and all of 'smore's fics) are just excellent. And please, read @des-no9 the one who bleeds, it's fucking beautiful.

Was there a fic you read that was completely out of your comfort zone, but you absolutely loved?

Loook I'm not a monsterfucker but. Also! I'd say that Subjugation by @say-lene is not my usual dynamic but I ADORED it. And I loved Voyeur which again was not something I'd ordinarily reach for but I think @rowanisawriter is SUCH a talented writer, I gobble up everything.

Is there a piece of description from a fic that you particularly loved?

this from FIRE WALK WITH ME by @todderwodders

Enver suspects his parents do not fully appreciate that she is a middleman. Her eyes, wine dark as they were, and her fine, perfectly kept curls may be charming, but there is an air of servant that comes clear as she speaks in winding language that seems intent on sewing confusion. No patriar or lord would sit down to a cobbler’s dinner. No patriar or lord would deny themselves a drink, or read paperwork aloud to lay people. This wine dark woman is a warlock, and he roughly knows the vague mechanics of warlocks in the makings of a deal with someone of more importance and as a result benefiting in magic and boons. That she should be as she is makes a kind of sense, then. That interests him, draws him in, even as his mother has that glazed look she always gets when she only half cares to listen to what people say to her. She has counted and recounted coin, measuring and remeasuring where it is all meant to go on her abacus. Sometimes he suspects her mind wanders without permission if she is not kept busy. Often, she comes back to the present sharply, eager to needle endlessly over past slights or gossip, over the current conversation. He wants to explain things to her in a clearer way that she will listen to, to ask questions of this dedicated warlock where she numbly nods along.

Is there a piece of dialogue from a fic that has stayed with you?

Listen I sometimes find myself doing everyday life things and stopping and thinking about this exchange from The Dark Urge sleeps alone by @popiellart

"You remind me of my sister."

"What's a sister?" Lae'zel demands breathily, and drops her hips down, spearing herself on him without hesitation, drawing a desirous, possessive growl from his draconic muzzle.

His eyes, half-lidded with hunger, have that foggy, far-away look that vexes others, but she doesn't mind.

He is living, yawning death on the battlefield, his scales turning regal crimson whenever he's bathed in blood, and when he violently grips her and slams her down on the crumbling altar, bruising her back and cracking this font of worship to some dusty, dead god with the roaring fire of their living, he is a dragon red enough for her.

"I don't know," he admits, finally. "Something sharp, I think."

What was your overall most read type of fic in 2023? Were there tropes you particularly loved? A pairing that you adored?

Dark as shit Dark Urge fic. GOD the fandom has just taken all of the little strands given by Larian and run with them. The endless invention, expression, interpretation of the fans has been extraordinary. I love you guys. Never change. Keep weird.

What would you like to read in 2024 if you could wave a wand and get exactly what you wanted?

More Jaheira/Halsin. Just ANYTHING I am desperate for more of this.

Something with Wyll/Karlach which is very, very sexy and very queer. Top Karlach! More t4t!

More Gale/Lae'zel that reaaaally leans into her alien qualities honestly. I love this ship and might start writing it.

Filthy, filthy Ketheric stuff. FUCK THAT MAN TO DUST.

#writing tag #answering my own asks!!!

13 notes · View notes

reunionatdawn · 2 months

Text

My Analysis of the Best Paired Endings in 3H (Part 11: Flayn/Seteth)

Flayn: Even if it cannot last, I want to live among my peers as one of them—as an ordinary person. Similar to how you and Mother coexisted with your own comrades back then, fighting side by side. Seteth: Quite right. I know you must leave the nest someday. No matter how many ages our lives may span, I know that's the way of it.

The Crest of Cethleann is associated with The Lovers arcana. Flayn was Seteth's entire reason for living. But she wanted to grow up and gain more independence after living in isolation for so long. She was interested in boys and didn't want her father constantly interfering.

Manuela: Say, Seteth. Have you ever considered remarrying? You know, just so you're not alone? Seteth: It is not a thought that has ever crossed my mind. I have been too preoccupied with fatherhood. Manuela: It's been a long time since your wife passed, right? You should start thinking about it. There could be someone who finds you handsome. Someone close by. Maybe even right in front of you. Seteth: Whatever you said just now, I didn't quite hear. But to remarry—I'd never even considered it an option until you brought it up just now.

While finding Seteth a wife might seem like a good solution, he only considered remarrying when Manuela suggested it. And he only considered it because Flayn would not be by his side forever.

Seteth: It reminds me how deeply I appreciate those years… and how I wish I could return to them. Flayn: We cannot turn back the clock, Father. We must live our lives fully, in the present moment. Seteth: You're right. That is what she always said, isn't it? Dwell too much on the past, and you may be unable to move forward.

While I do think he needed to give Flayn more independence, I think it is better that he takes more time to move on from his wife's death instead of rushing into a relationship just to not be alone. I don't think he was ready to remarry anyone for a long time yet.

Byleth & Seteth Byleth took on the role of archbishop of the Church of Seiros, and Seteth continued in his position of adviser. As they set about the grand task of restoring Fódlan and the church, Seteth's strictness combined with the archbishop's magnanimity won the faithful over easily. Their personalities complemented one another perfectly in keeping church operations smooth. When Fódlan returned to stability, they finally announced their marriage, to the shock and delight of the people. The faithful considered themselves truly blessed to be guided by such a pair.

In most of Seteth's paired endings, he will dedicate himself to the restoration of the church and its authority. His paired ending with Byleth even mentions his strictness in his leadership position.

Seteth (Solo) Seteth remained at the monastery and worked to restore the authority of the Church of Seiros. Doing away with his old strictness, he adopted a tolerant stance toward all. His encouragement of believers to respect those of other faiths helped the people of Fódlan to find common ground with others.

However, his solo ending describes him as doing away with his old strictness and adopting a tolerant stance towards all and encouraging his followers to respect other faiths.

Flayn: Father, I have been wondering something. Is it truly so difficult for the people of Fódlan to live in peace? The world would be a much happier place if everyone could live in harmony with each other... Seteth: I know. I feel the same. But so do the majority of those risking their lives in this war. That is why I believe a peaceful future awaits us, beyond this dreadful conflict. That is the reason I fight. And so you do not have to. Flayn: Father… Seteth: If I lose you, I would lose the very meaning of my life. And so, we will always be together. Flayn: Come now, Father… Please try to understand that I cannot stay with you forever. I will grow up eventually. Though I do promise to refrain from any unnecessary recklessness. And until that day comes, I will always be with you. Besides which, I am certain Mother would be cross with me if I left you all alone. Seteth: I understand. Thank you…Flayn.

From the very beginning, Seteth's purpose was to create a peaceful world, particularly for his daughter. In their paired ending, Flayn leaves the monastery, and he stays behind at first to finish his work before eventually leaving to join her. So even if he isn't ready for her to leave his side for good, he has at least decided to give her more independence. Which shows the growth of their relationship, as well as significant character development on his part.

Hubert: Those with power must use it wisely. Is that not a teaching of the Church of Seiros? It's absurd to preach to others what you cannot practice yourself. Byleth: You're absolutely right. Hubert: Yes. It is our humanity that pushes us to step up and take the lead should the need arise. That is not the case for inhuman creatures with lifespans well beyond our own. We must fight to preserve what makes us human.

I do agree with Edelgard and Hubert that it was better for Rhea and Seteth to step down from a position of authority. They did not always use their power wisely. But I disagree that it was because Rhea, Seteth, and Flayn lacked "humanity".

A recurring theme in 3H was that humanity is based on behavior, not species. Byleth's arc was about regaining their humanity. They used to cut people down without emotion until they spent time with the students. They did not lose their humanity when they merged with Sothis. Dimitri's arc was about reclaiming his humanity by becoming a person who can reach out his hand rather than kill. And Claude's arc was about how people often dehumanize those of other races.

Seteth: If something were to happen to you, it would utterly destroy me. You are my reason for breathing. Do you understand? Flayn: I…I understand. If something were to happen to you, it would break my heart. I could not go on either.

Despite their long lifespans, the Nabateans were just as capable of empathy and grieving loss as any human.

I am sorry, Rhea. I fear we must return to a life in hiding. I detest that person with all my heart. However, Flayn's life is more important to me than all else. I pray that you will one day be free from the burden of your work…

It was Seteth's humanity—his fear of losing his daughter—that led him to step down and begrudgingly leave Fódlan in Byleth's hands.

Scholar: It's normal for history to be revised in favor of those who hold the power. The documents in this library are no exception. It's perfectly possible for someone to have made edits to them. But it's my belief that no one has the power to blot out the truth entirely. I like to read the same texts over and over again. That way, I can spot some of the truths hidden between the lines…

I've seen many fans claim that every route in FE3H leads to a golden age. But I'm not so sure that's actually true. There is a certain scholar who appears in the library and only says the above quote in CF. He points out how history is revised by those who hold power, and you have to look for the truth hidden between the lines.

Narrator: Embracing her newfound power, Edelgard could at last set about destroying Fodlan's entrenched system of nobility and rebuild a world free from the tyranny of Crests and status.

I'm not so sure that CF's ending text was something the player was supposed to simply take at face value. Especially when you consider the authoritarian imagery that accompanies the narration, the fact that nobility still exists in the other endings, as well as the director's interview stressing how "history is at the end of the day the victor's privilege and nothing else".

Mila: Edelgard, your strength and resolve will surely bear you fruit in a world reborn by your hand. But I can't help but wonder what kind of world will grow from the ruin of what came before. I only hope you do not regret your world once you've built it...

Because Seteth and Flayn are banished/killed in CF, I couldn't get their paired ending and had no way of knowing whether Edelgard really brought lasting peace or if she just used her power as supreme ruler to alter history in her favor.

Seteth & Flayn Flayn disappeared shortly after the war, but Seteth remained at the monastery as the Archbishop's assistant, working towards restoring the authority of the Church. The former strictness gave way to a more lenient approach in all matters, as the management policy shifted. Seteth relentlessly pursued reforms in doctrine that were in line with the times, ensuring clarity for the faithful before leaving the monastery. Centuries later, in a completely transformed Fódlan, a couple dressed in old-fashioned attire appeared. The woman asked the man beside her, "In this era, is it acceptable to address you as 'father'?" The man replied, "Wouldn't 'brother and sister' be more natural after all?"

Seteth's ending with Flayn is similar to his solo ending, but it goes a step further. It says he left the monastery when he was satisfied his message of tolerance had been received. And unlike in CF, he chooses to leave of his own free will. That's why it's the best ending for his character arc. He no longer feels the need to stay in a position of authority over humanity. He has completed his purpose and created a safe world for his daughter.

This ending might be the best ending in the whole game for Fódlan. It is the ONLY ending that states that it is a drastically different place several centuries in the future. It is significant that the Flayn/Seteth ending is not written from a historian's perspective, like most endings. Because they apparently went into hiding once again, their ending is from the perspective of living eyewitnesses.

#fe3h #fe3h meta #seteth #flayn #rhea fire emblem

9 notes · View notes

thefloatingpickle · 1 year

Text

All Shook Up

A bored, lonely librarian gets a break from the mundane when a night out leads to a meeting with Tom Bennett. Tom!FemOC Older woman (not by much)

Please excuse errors I have no one checking this for me

Triggers for a bit of a tough spot towards the end

_____________________

London was nothing like what Adaline Harper imagined it would be. Back home in Chicago she had dreamed it into a mythical world of fairytales and gentlemen. In reality she had seen very little in the way of magical thinking and even less of a gentleman since coming over at twenty two to finish her masters in Library Sciences. Don’t get it wrong, she was glad she had come, spending the rest of her life toiling away on the north side of the city with her alcoholic father and useless brother was her worst nightmare. Losing her mother so young from cancer after watching her waste away at the service of her cold hearted, often cruel father only fueled her need to escape. Originally she had only planned to go as far as maybe the east coast, but when she was presented the opportunity to study abroad by her favorite English professor she jumped at the chance.

Unfortunately for Adaline she had not been swept off her feet by a strapping young brit like she had imagined. Much to the contrary she went on several dates with mostly what would be considered posh type men she met attending classes, and all of them were only interested in the rumors that American girls were quick to the sheets. So she had quit trying and dedicated herself to her studies. When she finished she was quickly awarded a position at Central Library in Manchester.

She liked it well enough, the head librarian was a stout cold woman, but she often brought in food for the girls who worked the stacks and had even brought Adaline a gift of a beautiful sterling silver necklace with a small pendant in the shape of a book for starting in her new position. She worked the main desk in non fiction. It was mostly long boring days, academics and curious minds coming to find this book or that, but on slow days she could go into the shelves and find herself something interesting to keep her mind busy, history had always been a favorite subject.

It was in the middle of one of these slow days that the slightly younger girls who worked reshelving the checked in books in her section approached her for what may be the hundredth time about going out with them for a drink after work. “You can’t spend every night curled up in your flat reading romance novels, can ya Addie?” Tilly, the louder of the two girls with her beautiful blonde hair and lean features announced too loud for the surroundings. “It was one romance novel Tilly, ONE!” Addie spit back in a harsh whisper. “One or ten it’s still a sad sight. You being only what Twenty-Five and all? Come out with us, you’d have a blast. None of those uptight wankers you’ve talked about dating at Uni, our mates are fun!” Becky, the sweeter of the two, pleaded with you. Her brown hair stopping just above her shoulders showed off her sharp jawline, which seemed unusual given the softness of the rest of her features. “I have letters to write. My aunt has been bombarding me with posts for the last two months and I haven’t gotten back to her or my nieces.”

They rolled their eyes in unison, “You could write during work you know. We all do. Besides it is my BIRTHDAY” “I like to write in the privacy of my home thank you.” “Ugghhh,” “Quiet!” The head librarian had heard the noise from the main lobby and made her way in to announce that you were bothering the small smattering of patronage the building had pulled in on the clear spring day. “Sorry Ma’am.” Addie whispered. “Get back to your shelving girls, I appreciate the invite but going drinking with a bunch of twenty year olds isn’t my idea of a good time.”

With a chuff and a turn they were back to work and you were grateful for the silence until he walked in. “Addie girl, you look dashing as ever.” “Hello Greg, how are you today?” You couldn’t stand Greg, he had seemed nice at first but after the fourth time he asked you to dinner you started running out of good excuses. Not that he wasn’t handsome, but his parents were on the board for the library and he strutted around the place like it made him a prince. “You know they’ve just opened a lovely new cafe down off of Pike street, a beautiful view of the Medlock from the outside seating.” Her stomach turned as she felt the question coming, “Oh yea? Sounds lovely.” “It is, and I was just thinking how lovely you would look sitting there.” “That’s kind of you to say.” “Isn’t it? How about tonight?” She wracked her brain for an excuse, any excuse, just then she caught the sight of Tilly watching her interaction with a satisfied smirk. “I can’t, you see I already have plans.” He lifted a brow in surprise, “Plans? You, to do what?” “Well you see it’s Tilly’s birthday and I’ve promised to get a drink with the girls down at a pub later.” He didn’t believe you for a second. “You… are going to a pub with Tilly and Becky?” Like a saving angel Becky popped up from behind you. “Oh yes, she is. We had to practically beg. But you know even Adaline isn’t monster enough to miss out on Tilly’s celebrations.” I let out a sigh of relief as he walked away seeming flabbergasted. “Thank you Becky, I owe you one.” “Don’t be thanking her too fast now Addie, you’re coming to the pub tonight or I’m going to run right behind the good lad and tell him you’ve played him a fool.” Tilly said head peeking out from the stacks with a grin on her face.

_____________________

“I cannot believe I roped myself into this”, Addie thought as she made her way down the cobblestone path, her mary janes clicking loudly off the road at every step. She had agreed to meet the girls at McDuff’s, a known hang out for the sort of kids Tilly and Becky liked to spend their time around. Petty criminals who were just as likely to walk out on a tab as they were to start a street fight just in the name of a couple minutes entertainment.

She’d gone home from Central and put on one of the few dresses she had that were more suited for a night out than a day at work, the deep green dress went perfectly with her pale skin, and auburn hair. She had had to dig through half of her vanity drawers to find the one shade of lipstick she had that wasn’t just a pale nude, but the red went well with the dress and for once she felt a bit pretty.

She heard the place before she saw it, rumpus laughter and loud music pouring out the door as she rounded the corner.``You actually came!” A shout rose out over the noise. “Hello, Tilly. Happy birthday.” Was all she got out as she led you into the small but jovial building. “Everyone, THIS is Adaline! She came!!” Adaline almost felt bad, she didn't realize it would make such a difference to Tilly whether she had come or not. “You must meet everyone.” The young woman exclaimed as she led her over to a section of standing tables swarming with people. “Obviously you know Becky, then this is Adam, Luke, Nathaniel, Jackie, Devlen, and Peter.” You couldn’t help but notice how intensely male company outweighed the female. “Hello, nice to meet everyone.” “And what about me then?” A voice came from behind, it was pleasant with a sort of smugness that suggested confidence. “Oh yes we can’t forget you can we,” Tilly said, turning her to meet the newcomer, “this is Tom.” He had a wide smile on his face that was friendly in a cocky way, but damn if he wasn’t handsome. “Hello, luv.” He reached out his hand to her expectantly. “Hi” Addie took his hand and was surprised by how tightly he gripped the shake. “Always a pleasure meet’in a lass lovely as yourself.” She couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “I’m sure it is.” Her quick remark gained her another wide grin. “Drinks all around then?” He put the question to the group but never broke eye contact. “Yes please!” Tilly said in reply, as he turned to leave she leaned in and whispered in Addie’s ear, “Careful with that one, he fancies himself a heartbreaker but has about as much game as a sailor in the desert.” The girls laughed at the joke and shortly after Addie found herself with a drink in hand enjoying the night more than she had expected.

The music was almost too loud for conversation but the girls' friends were funny, and light hearted. Addie felt almost guilty for avoiding them for so long, but often also felt the distinct gap in age as one would make a comment about being nineteen or twenty and at that she would take another large gulp of her drink, which seemed to always be magically replenished when she would finish. Everything was going well, except that every so often she would feel a set of eyes on her and when she turned to see who it was it was always Tom. He was quieter than she had expected, choosing more to watch and listen than to speak up and join the cycle of storytelling, but his presence loomed over her in a way that made her unsure of herself. She often found herself checking her compact to make sure her lipstick was in place, or pulling at the hem of her dress to check it was sitting right, and every time she did she would look over to find another too confident smirk across his face. After a couple hours she decided she needed a smoke and stepped outside, though as soon as she had her cigarette between her lips she realized she couldn’t find her lighter in her small handbag. “Dammit.” A quiet laugh came from behind her, “Trade you a smoke for a light?” She knew who it was before turning her head. “Alright Tom.” She agreed, handing him her smokes. He took one and placed it between his long thin lips, then held up his lighter in front of her smoke. “Pretty ladies shouldn’t be lighin’ their own sticks.” She couldn’t help the smile, or the blush that came over her cheeks, “Thank you.” “Thank you.” He replied and then they stood mostly in silence smoking. “How do you know Tilly then?” The question had almost startled her out of her own wandering train of thought, “Oh, uh, we work together at the library.” He smiled, “A jumpy bit you are eh? You can’t be a cart girl though can you?” She felt the flush of embarrassment come over her. “Why is that?” “Well, not for nothing but you look a touch grown to be reshelving books.” “So I look too old then? Well no I’m not a cart girl, I’m a librarian. I work the non fiction desk.” There was a bite to her tone that he seemed to catch quickly. “Now hold on lovely, wasn’t calling you old. I said grown. You’re clearly not some twenty year old girly.” “And what about you Tom? A ripe old, what eighteen?” He grimaced at that. “I’m twenty years old, I’ll have you know, a grown man. And I promise that means in every way that counts.” He gave another confident smirk. “Well twenty is still awfully young for me, being twenty five and all.” “Five years aint much unless you make something.” At that he leaned closer, tossing the burned end of his smoke to the side. “Bet I could make you feel twenty again.” He pressed himself closer to her, coming around to face her directly and Addie was suddenly very aware of not only the brick wall behind them but the years past since a man had been this close. “I’m sure it would be a valiant effort Tom but unfortunately I’m not interested.” She couldn’t meet his eyes because she knew he would find the lie in them. “Are you not, weren’t you in there fixing your lips, and touching up your skirts every time you looked at me.” “You were the one starring Tom, it made me…” Her voice trailed off, not waiting to admit he had any affect. “Nervous?” He finished for her a glint of pride in his eye that now drove her to annoyance. “I’d like to go back in now please.” She was stern in her tone. His smile dropped and he stepped out of the way. “Alright love, no harm intended.” He stayed behind as she walked back in and she didn’t see him again for the next hour she stayed. Finally ready to go home she went looking for Tilly to say good night, when she found her she was outside in the alley smoking, with Tom leaned against her side. Addie didn’t know why the sight bugged her but it did. So instead of approaching to say goodbye she simply yelled over her shoulder as she walked away. “Happy birthday Tilly, thanks for the invite.” “Bye Addie!” She heard her yell, a small giggle escaping her.

Adaline didn’t hear the footsteps behind her until they were almost on top of her. “Well Ello’ there pretty lady.” The first man said, “Too late to be walking home alone isn’t it.” The second followed. Addie was panicked, she was too far from the bar to turn around, but still several blocks from home. “I’m actually just walking to meet a friend. They don’t live too far off from here.” She prayed they would care, they didn’t. The first one reached forward and grabbed her wrist as the other came around behind her. “I don’t think you know anyone from round these parts miss.” One said. “Please just let me go home.” She had never been more afraid in her life. “Oh we will, right when we’re done with you.” Bile rose in Addie’s throat as she realized she was trapped. “Oi, you there. Watcha on about then?” The shout came from about a block behind, and sounded familiar. “None of your business lad so piss off.” “Is that you Erik? And Shawn then is it? I know you too, work over at the butchers driving the truck. Doubt Mr. Ebbes would be thrilled to hear what you’re getting up to here?” Tom came into sight and was as much of a relief as Addie had ever felt. “We weren’t up to nothin Tom, no need to be gossiping about. Just wanted to see the lady safely home is all.” “Well I’ll take her off your hands boys, no worries there.” The two men disappeared down a side road and Addie turned to face Tom again.

“Oh god, thank you.” She couldn’t help the red hot tears as they slipped down her face. “Hey there, we’ll have none of that.” He said reaching up to wipe them away with a gentle touch from the back of his knuckle. “Nothing bad happened, you’re alright.” “Because of you.” She said, voice shaky. “What were you doing anyway?” “Walking home, I live just round this corner here, didn’t see much point in sticking around…” He looked at her, a small soft smile on his lips, “after you left that is.” Addie stood straightening her dress and hair, “And what about Tilly?” “What about her?” His brows rose in realization, “You mean in the alley? Us being close? Wasn’t anything meant by it, I’ve known her since we were kids.” They had started walking in the direction of home as he spoke. “Tilly may be my oldest mate, we’re just familiar like that. Wasn’t trying to make a move on her.” “Oh.” Addie’s voice was soft in reply, then she caught herself, “Not that it matters if you were, she’s more appropriate for you anyway.” “Appropriate?!” He nearly cackled, “What are you my babysitter now? Five years isn’t a leap you know, if I was the girl, and you were me no one would so much as blink. You’ve got yourself in your head over nothing.” “You're the same age as my baby brother Tom.” “Yea, well that is unfortunate but doesn’t make a lick of difference to my point.” The two of them walked in comfortable quiet the next few blocks until she realized they had come up on her place. “This is me.” “Right then.” He smiled at her again, “You work tomorrow?” “No, it’s Saturday, I have things to get done around though.” “Alright, well when do you work next?” “Why?” “Thought I may stop in and get a library card is all.” “Tom it wouldn’t be…” “Appropriate?” He cut her off. “Yes.” Before she could say anything else he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. He was sure of himself, working open her lips and slipping in his tongue before she could catch herself. He tasted like cigarettes and beer, but god did he feel good. Slim body pressing against her as he wrapped his arms around her waist, her hands went to his chest before she could stop herself. He pressed the kiss deeper, pulling her tongue to his mouth as he backed them to the doorway, one hand coming to rest on her neck. Then her senses came back to her and she pulled away. “Mhmm.” Was all he said as she pushed against him where her hands rested. “Thank you for walking me home Tom… I… I need to get to bed.” He backed up with no resistance. “Alright.” He seemed unaffected by her abruptly ending their contact as he turned to go. “See you soon Adaline.” He said in a sing-song tone as he walked down the road, whistling to himself as he went.

#ewan mitchell #tom bennett #world on fire

113 notes · View notes

greypetrel · 2 months

Note

8 for Alyra

5 for Raina

7 for Radha

4 for Aisling

Happy writing, friend! 💗

Hi Mo! <3 Thank you very much!

I went in numerical order, and I'll admit, I was going to post them all together, but then you posted the first of yours and… Yeah, maybe you're right in posting them little by little. xD I turned around the first a little, I thought and thought, but the more I did the less I could picture Aisling agreeing on having a statue of her somewhere, if not on one specific place. (and yes she definitely told the Red Jennies and Alyra to get rid of that -very unofficial- book)

Tis the prompt list

4. something written on a statue dedicated to your OC - Aisling

An excerpt of Mother Seline's treatise on Inquisitor Lavellan, published in the Academy of Val Royeaux in 9:53 Dragon. The book is known not only for having been written years after the Inquisition got disbanded, and without having actually found or spoken with Lavellan herself, but most of all for being cursed. The copies get stolen from bookstores or not taken back to libraries with more frequency than any other title, any copy left in the open and not watched for more than five minutes may accidentally fall into the nearest body of water, casually hitten so it fell into the fireplace, a clumsy waiter may pour something on it. Some swear that their copy was hitten by an arrow. Weirder still, in Ferelden there are very few copies to begin with, and the rumour has it that it's the King himself that doesn't want that book to be kept in libraries or academies, or sold in stores. The rumours has it that it's because there was bad blood between the King and the Inquisitor. So, everyone suspected pettiness, not how the Inquisitor called for a personal favour. One of the surviving copies says -and the person who may have actually known the Inquisitor may find the narration overtly glorified and prone to wild embellishment to the point of lies- on the matter of honorifics.

The Lady Inquisitor never was fond of honorifics. Throughout her mandate, she strongly refused any statue to be built in her honour. She accepted plaques to be left in places, and strictly cared for the wording of each. A list and a transcription of the few she left can be found at page 367. Notoriously, she had but one portrait commissioned, very early on in her career, which some says is now kept by her Tevinter lover in Minrathous, others says that was left in Skyhold's great hall. We have no way of verifying either suppositions, and all the depictions of her are unofficial ones. Loose sketches traced in her public appearances and reported in newspapers, and reproductions of that one portrait. The mistery surrounding Aisling Lavellan here thickens, and it seems to the researcher that the Inquisitor did her best to be forgotten by history, something this book aims at not let happen. There's one notorious exception to the lack of statues, which we could personally confirm. I personally travelled south to the Frostback Basin, and visited Stone-Bear Hold, which some witnesses say the Inquisitor was greatly fond of, but we have doubts that a refined lady such as her could ever have appreciated more than for the polite courtesy she was renowned for. To the bravest of travellers, little distant from the Keep, even if the path is rough and we highly suggest not to go alone, lest meeting with some foul beasts, a swamp keeps a secret. Walking in its darkest recesses, amongst other mysterious statues, one seems newer than the others. Its details are rough and rudely sculpted, clearly by a hand that saw not the light of Orlais Academies. But, forgiving the simplicity of the locals, there's a certain grace in the sculpture, an expressivity that can help us defining who the subject was. The figure is an elf, examining it thoroughly, and she holds one staff in her hand, a sword in the other. Her face is smiling, and there's a kindness to it which I'm sure must mean it's Lavellan. There are no more hints about it. The pedestall has an inscription, which my guide told me means "First-Thaw, she who freed Hakkon Wintersbreath.". When I tried to ask the Avvars whom this First-Thaw elf was, tho, no one answered me, and the atmosphere became quite unfriendly. I couldn't discover more, but I think it must be a sign of her passage. I will without a doubt adjourn the next edition of this book with further informations.

The rumour has it that there was no second edition to the book. A Friend made a visit to Sister Seline, for someone. For others, it was Divine Victoria herself. Sister Seline never went back to Stone-Bear Hold again, but asking the Avvar about her always brings the whole of the Keep to tell of some funny tale of a sister sliding the whole way from the Keep to the Swamp on her butt, and ended up all covered in mud. And still acting like she was better than anyone else. She's known, in the Keep, as Sister Mud-Butt, and quickly became a folkloristic figure mothers used to convince their children to take a bath. A certain mom in a certain farm in South Reach, apparently, can be heard to yelling "Niamh Jessica Rutherford, you won't become Sister Mud-Butt on my watch!" every now and then. The identity of First-Thaw is still unknown by the majority of Orlais.

#oc codex prompts #aisling lavellan #inquisitor lavellan #sister mud-butt #(she deserves her own tag!)#stone-bear hold #writing petrel

3 notes · View notes