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his-angell · 19 days

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"breathe for me." (l.mh)

plot; Stray Kids was doing an interview, promoting their new album. A loud noise causes Y/ns anxiety to spike. She does her best to keep calm, but she was showing signs of a panic attack coming on. Minho took notice immediately. He did his best to reassure her till the cameras shut off. The moment they did, he was quick to help calm her down through a panic attack.

paring; fem!9th!member!reader x BestFriend!Lee Minho

genre; angst, comfort

word count; 2.0k

warnings; anxiety, unhealthy habits (scratching, biting/picking lips, pinking skin, holding breath), dissociation, descriptive panic attack, 9th member reader, third person

request?; no

The interview was going fine. In fact, it was going rather smooth. Too smooth. (y/n) was always nervous during interviews, but this one seemed to tweak her in the wrong way. She had been picking at her fingers, one of the first tells that she was nervous. She didn't really like this interviewer. They were getting oddly personal. She was sure they didn't mean to, but something about them just threw her off.

Minho took a deep breath. He gently nudged her ankle with his foot, trying to get her to stop picking. She kinda just gave a closed lipped smile to him and looked back forward. She hadn't gotten the memo.. She continued to pick at her fingertips.

"So, (y/n)! How did you like this new concept? You seemed to really enjoy the outfits this comeback." The man read from his card before placing it his lap. (y/n) gave a small smile, nodding. "I loved this new concept! I think it brought a-" She was cut off as a loud crash interrupted her. She was quick to cover her ears.

Small pants shook her body as she looked down. One of the studio lights had fallen over. The other members were startled, but (y/n) was thrown off completely. Minho was quick to gently place a hand on her knee, trying to comfort her the best he could. He looked up to the staff, about to ask for a break, but they were told to keep going with the interview. They had fixed the light, and readjusted the cameras so they could continue.

(y/n) let out a shaky breath as she looked back up. Luckily, her question was sort of glanced over now. The focus was moved to Felix, who beamed as he spoke about the fun filming process. (y/n) was fidgeting worse than she had been before. She was scratching at the back of her hand. She was chewing at her lip. Her eyes flickered back and forth between her members and the staff. She just wanted to be done already. She was about to snap.

Minho could tell. He knew that she had issues with interviews in the first place, but the loud noise did not help. He could see it. In the way she rocked back and forth, or the way she scratched and bit at her skin. He was trying to get her to stop the best he could without drawing attention to her.

It felt like ages before the interview finally ended. (y/n) had never gotten up faster. She didn't even allow staff to take off her mic. She rushed away from the others and into a secluded part of the studio. She couldn't breathe. She was hot. Her vision was growing fuzzy. She crouched down, hugging her head to her knees as she tried to calm down. "Not now.. Not here.." She trembled quietly to herself.

Minho tried to rush after her but was stopped by staff. "I have to help her," He tried, but he was waved off. "She just needs air. I need your equipment." The staff said, moving behind him to start unhooking the microphone from his belt. Minho shrugged him off. "You can get it in a second! There's others you can tend to!" He said harshly, rushing over to where he saw (y/n) rush off too.

Minho crouched down to her, gently pulling her hands away from her head. He hated the way she would always tug at her beautiful hair.. He held her wrists in one hand and gently grabbed her chin with the other. "(y/n), I need you to look at me." He said. He already knew what was happening. The first few times this happened, he was clueless on what to do. But after a few times, he learned what she needed and what she didn't. He knew how to take care of her, and he would in every way he could.

(y/n) slowly looked up. her eyes were fuzzy, her head was heavy. her lips were numb from hyperventilating. "Min-Min- I ca-can't brea-breathe!" She sobbed. She tugged her hands away from his grip and gripped onto her chest, as if trying to pull away the burning that consumed her lungs. "It hurts!" She cried. She was tugging at her top, the long sleeve no help to her right now.

Minho took a deep breath, glancing back to where the other members were. He noticed a few of them looking over with concerning glances. He made a motion for drinking, hoping they would get the hint and bring him water. He turned back to (y/n), gently grabbing her hands again. "I need you to breathe with me, okay?" He tried. The woman shook her head. "I can't! It-It's- I'm too hot-!" She sobbed.

Minho shook his head. He hated being stern with her, but he knew that that's what she needed right now. "(y/n), yes you can. In, hold it, out. In, hold it, out." He said. "Do it with me, okay?" He nodded, slowly starting to do the breathing with her. (y/n) stared at him through her teary eyes. She again tried tugging her hands away, but this time, Minho knew better and held them slightly tighter. He rubbed his thumbs over her knuckles. Jisung rushed over with two bottles of water. Minho thanked him quietly, motioning for him to set them down.

Jisung did as he was instructed. "Can I help at all?" He mumbled quietly. (y/n) hung her head low, holding her breath. She trusted the others, sure, but not enough to be this close to her while shes like this. She trusted Minho with this stuff only. She held her breath in attempts to try and act like she was calm. Minho was quick to shake his head. "No, sorry, Ji." He mumbled. Jisung waved a gentle hand before he walked away quickly. (y/n) gasped for air, sobbing out.

She yanked her hands away and started scratching at her thighs. "Minho- I-I can't do-do this-" She shook her head, refusing to make eye contact with him. Minho took a deep breath. He figure that this was one of her times where she didn't wanna be touched. He nodded a little. "Yes, you can, jagi." He whispered. "I need you to stop scratching." He said sternly. "Sit on your hands, remember?" He said, slipping his own hands bellow his thighs and holding them down.

(y/n) looked at him nervously. She stared at his hands bellow his thighs. She clenched her jaw. She slowly moved to sit on top of her hands. She sobbed out, the uncomfortable feeling of needing to do something with her hands unbearable. "You're doing so good, jagi. Now keep breathing for me." Minho said, starting her with a few breaths. While she breathed, he moved to open one of the water bottles. He held it forward, helping her drink. She hummed once she was done, and he pulled the water away.

(y/n)'s body still trembled. Tears were dried to her cheeks, her makeup smeared and ruined. Her body was still hot and tingly. Now was just the uncomfortable stage.. Cooling down after working herself up. She looked at Minho with timid eyes. "It hurts," She whimpered. Minho nodded softly. "I know, I know." He hushed. He made no move to touch her yet, in case she wasn't ready.

After a few minutes she was. She slowly uncurled from herself and hid herself in Minhos chest. Minho wrapped his arms around her and gently rubbed her back. "You did so good, jagiya." He praised quietly. (y/n) closed her eyes, shaking her head softly. "I was so.. So dramatic." She hiccupped. She had those small hiccups you get after working yourself up so much. She held her hands tightly together, trying to keep from ringing her fingers together. She let out a shaky breath.

Minho hummed and shook his head. "You weren't dramatic at all, (y/n)." He said. "You know better than to say stuff like that after you have a moment like that." He added. He was trying to get her to be better about not criticizing herself after having a panic attack or anything of the sorts. He gently moved to look at her. "Can we talk about what set you off?" He asked. "Can we get home first?" The woman asked quietly. Minho nodded. "Of course. Lets get your equipment off and lets get you home." He said, kissing her head softly.

So thats what they did. He helped her over to the staff, helping keep her stable, since her legs were still jelly. He helped get her makeup off, having stolen a few makeup wipes from the stylists. He gathered his stuff as well as hers, carrying it out to the cars that would be taking them home. (y/n) ended up falling asleep against the window. Minho let her sleep, knowing how exhausted she got.

Once they got to the dorms, he woke her gently, helping her out of the car and walking with her up to the dorms, which luckily they shared. She was so tired. She trudged to bed after kicking off her shoes. She had changed into some comfortable clothes, sitting slumped in her bed. She was always so tired and done after a panic attack. It took so much out of her, all she wanted to do was sink into her bed and never wake up.

Minho had told her to give him a second while he made her tea and changed his clothes. He at least got his clothes changed.. By time he went in to check on her to see what tea she wanted, she was falling asleep sitting up. He sighed. He was glad he didn't turn the kettle on.. He went around, turning off the lights before heading to her room. "Jagiya, hey," He gently rubbed her shoulder.

(y/n) jumped a little bit, whining as she looked up at Minho. She frowned and rubbed her eyes. "Sorry.. I was trying not to fall asleep.." She grumbled. She yawned softly, covering her mouth. "You're okay, (y/n). I know you're tired." Minho said. "Before you sleep though.. I do wanna talk about what set you off today." He took a deep breath, sitting next to her. The woman whined and covered her face with the paws of her hoodie sleeves. "I don't want to! I'm tired, and it was stupid!" She whined into her hands.

Minho pried her hands away from her face and held them gently. "You know you'll feel better if you talk about it." He said with a small shrug. She squinted at him, knowing that he was right. She sighed. "I've just been off all month.. There were too many people in that studio. it was cramped." She shrugged. "Then the freaking light, it pushed me over the edge. I really thought I was gonna be able to go a day without freaking otu, Min." She frowned, looking down. Minho hummed. "But that doesn't mean theres not other days you can't beat, jagiya." He said, giving her a small smile.

"This is just one bad day. Tomorrow will be better." He gently tucked her messy hair behind her ear. "Its okay to have a bad day." He said softly. (y/n) slowly nodded. She let out a shaky breath. "Thanks, Min." She said quietly. Another yawn slipped past her lips. "Will you sleep with me tonight?" She asked sheepishly. Minho chuckled softly. "You mean like I have been for the past week?" He teased. (y/n) rolled her eyes jokingly, a small smile cracking her lips. "Yes, like you have for the past week." She giggled softly.

Minho hummed and nodded softly. "Yeah, sure, jagi," He chuckled. He laid down, gently getting under her blankets and opening them for her. (y/n) cuddled under the sheets, cuddling into Minhos chest. "Thank you, Min." She whispered. "Mm, no need to thank me." Minho said as he reached over to turn her lamp off. "I love you.." She mumbled sleepily. Minho chuckled softly and kissed her head. "I love you too, jagi." He yawned as he wrapped his arms around her, soon falling asleep after her.

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shidouswhore · 3 months

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“ NEEDY GIRL ” f!reader

SUMMARY: shidou stuffs a vibrator in ur needy pussy before u guys go out. you get ur revenge by riding him in the backseat of his fancy car (ᗒᗣᗕ)

warnings: f!reader, basically public masturbation and public sex, usage of vibrator, p in v, dickriding, finger sucking, slight nipple play, car sex, spanking, cumming in! (don’t be stupid!), unprotected sex, dirty talk mm!

“you’re so fine.” you smile at your boyfriend, eyeing his tall figure in the tall mirror as he tightened his tie.

“oh yeah?” he smirked, looking back at you through the reflection, his veiny hands adjusting his tie, before dropping to his sides. he turned his head back to you, relishing in the way your eyes dropped slightly, your breath growing shallow.

he raked his gaze over your body, from the roots of your pretty hair to the shiny heels you were wearing. he couldn’t help but place his hands onto your hips, tugging you closer to him.

“oh yeah.” you answer him, looking up at him through your cured lashes with a sultry gaze. your glossed lips kissed softly at his neck, and your freshly manicured nails snaked their way to shidou’s neck.

“mmh, baby.” shidou’s head tilted back, eyes almost rolling into his skull at the feeling, before fluttering shut as a sigh left his lips.

he hesitantly pulled away from you, a frown finding it’s way upon his lips as he saw the pouty expression on your face.

“what?” you say, the disappointment evident on your pretty features as your hands placed themselves on his chest. “did i do something wrong?”

he quickly shook his head, a large hand already planted on your rear, where he rubbed gently. “no, not at all. we just have to go soon, so you have to behave.” he whispered, before kissing the soft spot of skin beneath your ear.

“come on, please? you never say no to—“ your plea is cut off by a slap to your ass, and a sharp glare from your boyfriend.

you look up at him, hands beginning to tremble as tears pooled in your eyes, threatening to ruin the makeup you had spent so long doing.

shidou’s eyes widened, before narrowing once again. he’d usually never decline a chance to fuck you, but he couldn’t help but feel bad for his sweet baby.

“wait here,” he mumbled, almost like a promise, as he gently kissed your forehead. he then turned around, opening the drawer to his side table.

he quickly returned, a small vibrator in his palm as he grinned mischievously down at you.

he dropped to the floor, big hands pulling your dress up as he kissed up your plush thighs. he smiled at the way you moaned, your eyes fluttering closed; completely oblivious to his little scheme.

he hooked two thick fingers around your panties, before stuffing the vibrator into your little hole. “my good, needy girl.” he’d coo, a finger fidgeting with your clit before he fixed your panties.

you whined, confused as your eyes opened once again, looking down at your boyfriend who was busy pulling your dress down. he stood up once again, planting a sweet kiss to your cheek before turning around.

“cmon, bae. we’re late.” he hummed cheekily, a grin on his face as he strolled towards the door.

☆ ☆ ☆

the room buzzed with joyful chatter and laughs, various famous footballers and their wive’s drinking together and other things.

…that wasn’t the only thing buzzing.

you tried to stand still, you really did try. but with the continuous vibrating straight on your neglected clit, you couldn’t help but steer the conversation you and one of shidou’s teammates were having towards the couches.

you sat down, ignoring the way the little device hummed just into your sweet spot. you clenched your thighs together, leaning back against the cushiony plush of the couch. a soft, unnoticeable moan spilled off of your tongue as your eyes fluttered shut.

“so, as i was saying—“ who was it? oh, aiku continued his speech about…

“i’m sorry, what were we talking about?” you say, a polite smile on your plump lips as you looked over to the dual haired man, eyes opened once again.

“oh, i was just thinking.. does your boyfriend treat you well?” he lowers his voice, body leaning a little closer to his as he narrowed his eyes slightly. “i haven’t seen you with him the whole evening.”

“oh, haha..” you’d laugh awkwardly, unsure how to even react at his words. “no, he treats me…”

you feel a jolt against your clit, the buzzing intensifying significantly as shidou eyed you from across the room.

his pink eyes sharpened as he watched his teammate lean closer to you, his thumb already unlocking his phone where he increased the level of the vibrator snug in your— no, his pretty little pussy.

he wasn’t one to get jealous, not ever… it just irked him to watch you get so close to his teammate with a vibrator so far into your hole.

were you really that mad about earlier?

“name?” aiku’s voice snapped you out of your small moment of pleasure, your eyes flicking back towards him as a soft, shaky sigh slipped from your glossy lips.

“my boyfriend treats my perfectly fine.” you say, sitting up straight, thighs pressed tightly together in some sort of desperate attempt to relieve the growing heat caused by the stupidly pleasing vibrator.

“oh.. that’s good.” aiku scoffed, a smirk on his face as he looked away from you, eyes focused on shidou, who’s back was turned to the two of you as he chatted up Itoshi Sae. oliver looked back towards you, shuffling slightly closer to your body.

you eyed him, raising an arched brow in question. “do you need something?” you ask, tone slightly sharp as a frown finds it’s way onto your (lip gloss/skin colour) lips.

“no, just wanted to move closer— couldn’t hear you that well.” he chuckled, a muscular arm draping over the couch behind you and you groaned. just what did this manwhore want with you?

“i need to go.” you state, standing up from the couch, before waving him goodbye and taking your leave.

each step you took was almost painful, with the way your pussy was being vibrated against ruthlessly. the click of your heels was silent against the floor as the party’s music and chatter of the people in the room drowned it out.

after what felt like years of painful buzzing and uncomfortable small-talk, you found yourself back at shidou’s side, your manicured nails trailing down his arm.

“babeee..” you whine softly, staring up at him through the layers mascara painted onto your pretty lashes. “can we go now?” you plead, thighs rubbing together slightly, begging for release.

you’d gone through about an hour of almost cumming, only for your ‘loving’ boyfriend to set the level down to 0 once again. “please?”

he eventually caved in, unable to deny the pleading expression on your face as you practically rubbed yourself onto him.

☆ ☆ ☆

the car door slammed shut, with shidou giggling in the front seat at the angry pout on your features.

“that wasn’t funny.” you huff, eyebrows furrowed together as you leaned over the divider, face moving closer to your boyfriend’s.

“it definitely was, sweets.” he’d chuckle, pecking your lips slightly.

you frowned, before pushing the car seat back, straddling your boyfriend’s lap as your pretty nails dug into his shoulders.

his eyebrow raised, a grin forming on his face as he registered your actions. “aw, is my little baby feeling pent up? well, let’s get you to the back shall we?” he hummed, shuffling over to the backseat where he adjusting your position on his lap, so the forming bulge in his dresspants rubbed perfectly against your clothed cunt.

he let out a moan at the sensation of your nails fidgeting with his hair, your free hand trailing down his body and towards his belt, where both your hands met to quickly unbuckle him, shuffling his pants off with a little help from shidou.

soon enough, his pants and boxers were pooled on the car floor, your panties already in shidou’s big hand as the other pulled your dress up to your waist.

you positioned yourself ontop of his unfairly massive dick, ignoring the chuckle leaving his lips. “you sure you can take me, baby? you haven’t been prepped yet~”

he knew you could take him, with the amount of wetness almost dripping out of your poor little cunt.

“such a needy girl.” he chuckled, warm hands placed on your hips as he helped you sink down onto him, lips kissing at your neck. “how are you feeling?” he’d him against a forming hickey he had just created, tongue licking the bruise gently.

you shuddered, moaning out an “okay” as you blinked away the tears forming on the corner of your eyes.

you lifted yourself slightly, before slamming back down onto his cock, the two of you moaning together at the delicious feeling.

the vibrator had been long gone, with you bouncing fervently bouncing on his large dick, pornographic moans leaving your lips. the straps of your dress fell against your shoulder, and your boyfriend wasted no time in pulling them down, lifting your arm up as he pulled the chest of your dress down.

he stared down at your chest for a moment, before a moan spilled from his lips as you slammed down rather roughly onto him— he ultimately chose to simply rip your dress off, fingers hooking around your bra where he ripped that off too, ignoring your frustrated moans at his actions.

he flicked a finger against your nipple, groaning at the loud moan escaping your lips. “you like that, huh baby?” he’d hum, rolling your erect nipple with his thumb and pointer finger.

he loved this— he loved you. the way you so eagerly engulfed his dick, tits bouncing right in front of his face as the loudest moans you’ve ever spilled from your lips rang against his ears.

your thighs began to tremble as a coil tightened in your tummy, the movement of your hips quickening and the moans leaving your mouth increasing in volume.

“that’s it baby- mmh! ride me just like that!” shidou moaned with you, a hand reaching down to spank your bubbly ass. “you’re doin’ so good!”

you whined in response to his words, before gushing over his fat cock, body falling limp as your boyfriend pounded up into your pussy, his hands finding refuge in the fat of your hips as he chased his high.

soon enough, he found himself cumming straight into your pussy, not bothering to pull out as he moaned out loudly. “suucchhh a good pussy, isn’t she?” he chuckled out gruffly, hand rubbing your sore hip comfortably as he leaned back against the headrest.

both of your soft and tired pants were the only thing you could hear at that moment, head practically spinning from pleasure.

“my needy girl.”

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rubyarrows · 6 months

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He Knows

YN sat at her desk, nervously fidgeting with a pen. She watched as Tony DiNozzo, her field partner and friend-with-benefit for some time now, strolled off the elevator with his trademark smirk plastered on his face as he walked over to his desk. She took a deep breath, deciding that it was better to get this off her chest before anything else was to happen today. YNN was beyond nervous, but she knew if anyone was going to be able to get through something like this it would be Tony.

"DiNozzo!" she called out, motioning for him to join her. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

Tony raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Sure thing, YN. What's up?"

The YHC haired girl gestured toward the empty conference room nearby. "Let's step into the conference room. It's a bit more private."

Intrigued by her serious tone, Tony followed her, shutting the door behind them. "Alright, YNN, spill the beans. What's going on?" He questioned her and crossed his arms. “And why are you being so secretive?”

YN bit her lip, searching for the right words. "Tony, I'm pregnant. And it's yours."

Tony froze, his eyes widening in shock. "You're... you're pregnant? Are you completely sure?"

YN nodded, tears welling up in her eyes which at this point not even she could tell if they were happy or sad tears, and neither could DiNozzo. "I couldn’t be surer than I am at this moment. After the four different tests I took within the last twenty-four hours and the random fits of morning sickness I've had to fight off the past few weeks, I promise you, I'm sure."

Tony's initial surprise quickly melted into a mix of emotions. He ran a hand through his hair, struggling to find his voice. "Wow. I... I don't know what to say."

YN wiped away a tear, her voice trembling. "You don't have to say anything if you don’t want to. I just thought you should know. It's your decision what to do next."

Tony took a step closer, reaching out to gently touch her arm. "YNN, you have no idea what this means. This... this changes everything. Not just on an aspect of me and you because God knows I will never let you go through this alone. Especially not when it's my child you’re carrying. But you can’t go out into the field, not pregnant anyway, there’s too many dangers in it. That’s a no from me and when Gibbs finds out it’ll be a hell no from him."

YN sniffled, mustering a weak smile. "I know. But we’ll get through it."

Tony nodded, his expression filled with a mix of concern and determination. "Of course, we will." He said and leaned forward and placed a sweet and gentle kiss upon her lips. As they exited the conference room, Tony couldn't help but wonder who else knew about their situation. "Speaking of Gibbs, does he know? Have you told anyone else?"

YN shook her head, her gaze fixed on the floor. "Not yet. I wanted to tell you first. I thought we should face this together before involving anyone else. But it wouldn’t surprise me if the Gibbs senses were already in of this information before either of us."

Tony placed a comforting hand on her back as they walked back to their desks. "That's probably for the best. We'll share the news when we're ready, when we've figured things out."

YN nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. "Yeah, whenever that maybe. Though I'm half expecting to be barred from any of the fun stuff for the time being."

As she sat down at her desk, McGee and Ziva looked at the two of them curiously. “There anything the two of you want to share?” Agent David asked, looking specifically at YNN with eyebrows raised.

McGee was quick to put in his input. “Yeah, you guys did disappear in quite a hurry.”

Agents YLN and DiNozzo looked over at each other and shook their heads. “No. Can’t say that there is.” Tony says and YNN gave a small nod in agreement. “Just had a quick little chat is all.”

Just like being saved by the bell, in walked Gibbs. “Gear up. Sailor found dead just outside of Norfolk.” Everyone rose from their seats and headed towards the elevator. Well, that was till Gibbs stopped two of them before they made it out of the bullpen. “YN. DiNozzo.”

Just by the tone in his voice when he said her name, YN knew that her boss knew. She looked at Tony with a I told you so look and then back at Agent Gibbs who was already staring her down despite the gentle expression on his face.

“Yes, boss.” Tony said as he turned to face the older man.

Gibbs looked from YN to Tony back to YN. “You know,” YN stated and looked back at Gibbs who nodded.

“Be keeping an eye on you the past few weeks. You good to go today?” he questioned.

YN nodded. “I’m good. I’ll let you know if that changes.”

“Do that. And DiNozzo,” he said and turning to Tony. “Keep an eye on her. Letting YN out of your site is not an option going forward.”

“Didn’t plan on it,” Tony said and looked over at the girl to his right with a small smile, knowing he would do absolutely anything to keep her and their little one safe. “To be honest if I had the authority to bench her right now, I would.” YNN turned to her partner and gave him a cold look. “Don’t look at me in that tone, it would give me peace of mind.”

“Good thing it’s not your call then.” she said and turned back to Gibbs. “I’ll promise to always stay within reach of somebody, if that’ll help Mr. Paranoid over here calm his nerves.”

Gibbs nodded. “Good. We got questions that need answers and a body waiting for us.”

As the three of them got into the elevator, Gibbs leaned over and whispered, “By the way, congratulations.”

YN smiled. “Thank you.”

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abellmunsonmovie · 2 months

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"I Wouldn't Ever Hurt You"

Wordcount: 1,254 words

Warning: No mention of race/gender, swearing, death, Eddie is Ghostface, use of Y/N, pet names (baby)

It’s a Friday night and you get a call from Eddie, “Hey Eddie spaghetti” you say giggling, he laughs softly, “Hey um-…can I come over…gotta tell you something”, you smile to yourself, “Uh yeah, sure!…You alright?”, you ask since Eddie sounds a little off, “Yeah, yeah I’m fine, just need to see you…okay um, I’ll be over in 10”, starts fixing your hair, “Alrighty, bye” you say hanging up.

10 minutes later Eddie is knocking on your door, you run to the door and see Eddie holding his side with his leather jacket zipped up, which is unusual due to the fact he never wears it zipped up, Eddie barges in through your door, “Shit, Y/N I’m sorry, I need help” he says unzipping his jacket revealing the large bloodstain on his Hellfire tee. You rush over to Eddie, “Shit!” you say grabbing a towel and lifting his shirt up to see the slash on his side over his scars, you put a towel against the wound, “Baby what happened?!” you ask, shaking slightly, starting to tear up seeing the love of your life in pain, “It’s- shit! It’s a long story baby, just please help me” Eddie says between his teeth.

You take Eddie to the bathroom, where you keep your First Aid kit, and you are getting it out so frantically stuff falls which pisses you off, “Shit! Fuck!” you say angrily, “Baby! Baby…Baby…calm down okay…it’s okay, I’m gonna be okay, alright?” Eddie says caressing your face to calm you down, you take a breath and nod picking up the things that fell. You grab the ends of Eddie’s tee, “Arms up, baby”, Eddie does as you say as you pull his shirt off he hisses, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry”, you say and he shakes his head, “it’s okay, baby, it’s okay”, you discard the shirt on the floor and you put stuff that cleans wounds on a rag, “This is gonna sting…”, Eddie mutters “fuck” before leaning against the sink grabbing onto the counter, you start cleaning the wound and Eddie groans and grips on to the counter like his life depends on it, you quickly clean the area and wrap it with a bandage going around his ribs and waist.

After you bandage him up Eddie notices you have tears in your eyes, and he grabs your face gently, “Hey, hey, hey…it’s okay, everythings fine, alright?”, you look into Eddie’s eyes, “Eddie…you barged into my home, bleeding, everything is not fine, what happened?” you say, your voice shaking, he sighs and rubs his face, “I uh-…”, he stops rubbing his face and says, “I’m gonna need you to sit down”, you give him a confused look but you still do what he says, you and Eddie walk to the living room and sit down.

Eddie is clearly nervous, he’s fidgeting with his rings, his watch, his knee is bouncing, you notice this and you put your hand on his knee to give him some comfort, “Just tell me, baby”, you say in a soothing voice, Eddie sighs and his lip starts to tremble, “I don’t wanna lose you, Y/N…I can’t lose you”, he says tearing up a bit, you shake your head, “You could never lose me…just tell me what happened”, he sighs, “You’ll think I’m crazy”, you shake your head, “Eddie your not crazy…please tell me what's going on…please?”, Eddie nods, closing his eyes tight, “Have-…have you seen those um….“Ghostface Killers” in the news?”, you nod still with a confused look on your face, “Well um-…and you know how Tommy H, and Jason got-…got killed”, you pull away slightly and nod, “Yes…”, Eddie’s face goes a light shade of pink and tears fall down his face and he just blurts it out, “It’s me, I-I killed them, I’m ghostface” he rambles, your eyes go wide and you scoot back into the couch, you feel a sudden change in the air. Eddie looks you in your eyes noticing you feel scared, he shakes his head, “No baby, baby please-”, you interrupt him, “Who did you kill tonight then?”, you say tearing up, he sighs, “Y’know that one bitch who’s always giving you a hard time?”, you know who he’s talking about, she’s always doing anything to make your life harder, she is always saying backhanded insults about your looks, your clothes, your laugh, everything, and you’d always vent to Eddie about it, never thinking he’d murder her. “Yeah…” you mumble, he nods, “Her! She’s always making you feel like shit! And I decided to just…get rid of her! I’m tired of everyone treating us like shit Y/N!”, he says yelling, which makes you even more scared, tears fall down your face and Eddie gets closer to you, making you get off the couch and walk to the other side of the room, Eddie’s voice tremble, “Baby…no, come here please?”, you shake your head, a tear falls down Eddie’s cheek, “C’mere baby”, you shake your head again this time saying, “You’re scaring me…”, he shakes his head getting closer to you, “No, baby, don’t be scared, you don’t have to be scared”, you back up more as he gets closer, Eddie looks you in your eyes, “I wouldn’t ever hurt you…I couldn’t hurt you, I would never be able to live with myself”, your heart breaks even more, into a million little pieces, “Y/N…I love you so much…I’m just-…I’m just tired of getting treated like we’re nothing…you have to understand that?”, you begin to cry softly and you run into Eddie’s arms, he rubs you back and shushs you, “It’s okay, it’s okay…you’re safe…I’m not gonna hurt you, I love you, ‘kay?”, you nod and continue to cry, “I-I love you…”, Eddie wraps his arms around you tighter and rocks you slightly, “Everythings okay” he rubs your head, you start to regulate your breathing and calming down, Eddie brings his hands out to your face and moves your head to face him, he looks into your eyes with his pretty baby doe eyes and he wipes your tears off with his thumbs, “I promise your safe”, you nod knowing Eddie could never hurt you but…what about Eddie? What if the cops figure out it’s him, they already don’t like him, “W-what if the c-cops-” he cuts you off, “I’ll. be. fine…I promise…they haven’t caught me yet right?”, you sniffle and nod, “They aren’t gonna get me, baby…I’ll always be here”, you nod, snuggling your face back into Eddie’s neck. Eddie kisses the shell of your ear, “Let's lay down, ‘kay?”, you hum and Eddie picks you up around your waist, and your legs wrap around his hips.

Once he gets to your bedroom, he lays you down on the bed and kisses your cheek, he slides into bed with you and holds you close, “Thank you…” he says shyly, “Hm?” you hum, “For…for not leaving me…understanding me…cause I-…I wouldn’t know what to do with myself without you…”, you smile softly and kiss his lips, “I couldn’t leave you Eddie…I care about you too much”, Eddie’s eyes tear up some and he smiles warmly, “I love you, Y/N” Eddie mumbled, you caress the side of his face, pushing his hair back, “I love you too, Ghostie”, Eddie laughs at the name, which makes you giggle as well, “Ghostie?” he says smiling, you nod as you laugh, “Cute”, he confessed, you kiss his soft lips, “Now…I have to ask you something” Eddie says nervously, “What’s that?” you question, “How do you feel about going to California?”.

Safe to say...California sounds like a good idea.

@ali-r3n I hope you like it!

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copias-fluffy-asscheeks · 6 months

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Proposal In The Pumpkins

PapaIVxReader

2000 words | No warnings

He was nervous. Oh, so nervous. His hands trembled as he fidgeted with the gloves that adorned them. The entire day had been filled with mutters to himself, deep breaths and shuddered sighs, even an anxiety attack in a dingy broom closet.

He’d laid beside you as you slept, looking at you for most of the night, the hearts forming in his eyes and he was sure if you woke up you’d even see ones floating around his head. You were so pretty, so beautiful, and he wanted to enjoy this night especially; just in case it was the last he shared with you in his bed.

Today was the big day.

The day he’d looked forward to for months, the day he’d feared as well as dreamed off every night he’d fall asleep next to you. And now, as his time arrived, painfully slowly, he wondered if he would even manage. The longest three minutes of his life, he noted, checking the slow ticking clock for the 20th time this past minute. Another ‘last’ checkover in the mirror, scanning his paints, the rat bitten trousers he knew you loved on him and his frilly black dress shirt tucked neatly tucked in them. He’d had his dress shoes cleaned especially for this, he even wore new gloves.

Copia straightened his back, smoothing his palms over the nonexistent wrinkles in his shirt and running a hand over his hair to smooth back strands the air had ruffled when he’d paced around for a good couple of minutes. He wasn’t too scared you’d say no… Well, that's what he’d like to believe, anyway. Deep down though he knew that was the source of his fears. He could almost hear your voice ringing in his head; ‘’I- No.‘’ It was a terrible mixture of shock, awkwardness and disgust. Disgusted with him, disgusted with the idea he thought he had a chance.

What if you did say no? What would his life be without you?

He pushed it down, his chest heaving with a deep breath.

You weren’t like that, he knew. You were polite, no. That wasn’t correct. You were lovely, perfect even. In his eyes you were. You were the one who supported him through his times as cardinal, his facial surgery, his ascension to papa, the fuckload of paperwork that only ever seemed to grow. You were there, and you were here now.

And he loved you.

He loved you more than anything in this world. More than performing, more than the whole ministry, more than his religion, more than life itself. He’d drop anything and everything if it meant spending forever with you, both here, in life, and in whatever you’d face together afterward.

Copia pushed the door to the hall open, shooting a glance around to check for any siblings; usually, not many walked the hall near the papal chamber, but he just wanted to be sure, an interaction about work in the possibly final moments of happiness and light in his life was the last thing he needed.

The door to the front steps of the Abbey came into view soon, and as he pushed open the heavy doors he let out a sigh of relief to see you weren’t waiting for him yet - even if he was at least fifteen minutes early. He fixed his gloves, reaching into his pocket to fish out his phone, checking frantically for any text that you might cancel, that you might-

A pair of hands snaked onto his broad shoulders from behind him and he jerked, his phone plummeting to the ground when he stiffened. Relaxation was almost immediate as soon as he heard your endearing giggle, the same giggle that never failed to bring a stupid blush to his face, even now, even though he’s heard it countless times. ‘’Scared ya?’’ You hummed, moving your way to stand in front of him. Instinctively he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer and nuzzling the tip of your nose to his. ’’Dolcezza! You’re early.’’

‘’So are you.’’ You beamed, pecking a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth, then his cheek, then the tip of his nose. He wore the biggest, silliest grin ever, his worries quickly forgotten with you around. ‘’Well, I couldn’t wait. I have been looking forward to this evening all day, Tesoro.’’ He explained, his eyes closing and his body melting into your kisses.’’nervous or something?’’ you teased, raising your hands to smooth again over his shoulders before running one through his thick, soft hair. He squinted a playful challenge at you.‘’Not at all. Shall we head off, then?’’ You nodded, and Copia offered you his arm to walk you toward his car. He had specifically not wanted a ghoul to drive you both; he wanted this to be special, something separate from the ministry. He wasn’t Papa with you, he was Copia, just Copia; the love of your life and your best friend.

Placing your hand in the crook of his arm, you gave him a small grin. ‘’Lead the way, good sir.’’

He walked you to his car, parked somewhere further down the large parking lot, sharing words about the day you’d had. His hand came to cover yours folded in his elbow. Quickly enough the white LeSabre came into view, and as soon as you reached it Copia pranced with you to the passenger side to hold the door for you with an over dramatic bow, lifting his head to flash you that winning smile of his. There were a couple of siblings nearby, along with a ghoul who must have driven them into town. They shot you both glances, giggling at their papas theatrics.

Your door shut and Copia pranced around to the drivers side of the car, hopping in and starting it up. He rummaged through his glove box for a brief moment to find a nice CD to play, and settled on some old Italian love songs. He was humming along by the time the car hit the main road; you always loved how he looked so attentive when he drove, checking his mirrors, eyes wide yet so calm, a couple of stray strands of hair flailing around with the wind.

You both settled on a comfortable silence after a while of driving till his hand came to rest on your thigh, thumb tracing over the material that covered it. His hand moved up and down, caressing the flesh there. The CD played a steady tune still, and, one hand on the wheel, Copia looked over to you. You could see the hearts dancing in his eyes as his adoring gaze swept over your seemingly perfect features, your nose, your beautiful eyes, your soft lips.. He had to pry his gaze away from you with quite a lot of effort to look back at the road, a dumb little grin pulled at his lips. ‘’Almost there, Amore.’’ He hummed, giving the plush of your thigh a gentle squeeze, followed by some endearing little pats. He slowly moved his hand back to the wheel, eyes switching in favor of glancing at you every now and again. He had to focus or he might crash the car.

He parked the car into a small lot at the side of an empty road, the place you had settled for your date; a small pumpkin patch. Copia knew you loved October. The rain, the sun finally setting a bit later, the pretty orange hued leaves where they slowly drifted to cover the grounds, and most of all Halloween. You loved seeing the kids in the ministry dress up as ghouls and get their faces painted like their papas, you loved the nice atmosphere and of course the scary movies. Fall was your favorite season, and he wanted to make this as special for you as he could.

The sky was mostly dark and cloudy, but there were a few narrow holes that allowed the sun to shine through, giving the dark clouds pretty shades of yellow and orange. His fingers trailed down your arm to find your hand, twining your fingers together and leading you into the patch, watching you as you giggled and picked up little pumpkins, declaring you’d name this one some name he couldn’t remember, saying that one could look cute on his desk for company. He just trailed next to you like a lost puppy, mindlessly agreeing with what you were saying.

His heart was pounding as you walked and walked you unknowingly let him to the place he’d planned this all to happen.

Surely enough, as you walked the broad path you came to a little clearing, a neat line of carved pumpkins to the left of you. You were amazed for a moment by a large pumpkin in the complete opposite direction until you spotted the row of four, nearly identical ones that looked to be carved with much care. The carving wasn’t perfect, but you could see someone tried their absolute best. It was only when you read what was carved, one word per pumpkin, that you let out a giggle. How cute!

You heard shuffling behind you, and you turned to face Copia. You looked straight over his head, confused until your eyes flicked downward. What was he doing down there? It clicked as soon as you saw him opening a small, black box, his eyes nervously flicking all over your face. You looked back over your shoulder at the message written out over the pumpkins.

Will You Marry Me?

You looked back at Copia, back at the message, then back to Copia. A hand covered your mouth, tears pricking at your eyes as you looked at the small Silver ring and the little Diamond fancily secured in the middle. All you could do was nod your head yes frantically, and he took the ring out of the box, still down on one knee, and slid it onto your finger gently. You met his eyes just as he was getting up, glistening with his own tears, too, and you wrapped your arms around him. Maybe a little too hard.. You both tumbled to the ground, Copia landing with a painful ‘’Uff!’’ on his back, you following suit right on top of him. It wasn’t the most comfortable position to lay in, especially on the hardened dirt but you didn’t care. Your hair curtained around your face, arms wrapped around his waist and your legs between his. He looked at you, doe eyed and dazed from his fall and the mere situation playing out right now. You surged forward and kissed him, urgent but slow and it took him a moment to regain control over his body. He propped himself up heavily on his elbows to support the both of you, one hand moving your hair out of your face and cupping your cheek as he moved his lips against yours. His chest felt warm and there were butterflies fluttering around in his belly like he was some lovesick fool. Perhaps he was.

Finally breaking the kiss for air, you rested your forehead to his, the biggest beaming smile playing at both your and his kiss-swollen lips. ‘’Well?’’ he squeaked, still lost for air.

‘’Absolutely yes, Copia. Yes, yes, yes!’’ you giggled, sitting up and straddling his hips so he could sit up too. Once he straightened he kissed you again, and you looped your arms around his shoulders. He deepened the kiss, his tongue urgently prodding at you for entrance, his hands caressing wherever he could.

‘’Ti amo, Cara mia.’’ he mumbled against your lips before pulling back farther. ‘’I always thought Fiancé sounded better than girlfriend, anyway.’’ He pecked the corner of your mouth again before shooting you a wink. ‘’Or should I say Fearancé..’’

You couldn’t help rolling your eyes at his stupid pun, lightly smacking his chest. ‘’Shut up and kiss me again, idiot.’’

A/N: I loved this request! Working on the other ones I got sent in as we speak, they'll be shorter but I'll try to get them finished in the coming days.

Crediting: @ramblingoak for the great title & @delullu for the amazing 'Fearance' pun!

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coffeemakerwriter · 2 months

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Look alike

Angst

Word count 1k

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When Johnny stepped into his room he didn’t expect Simon to be sitting there. Hunched over with his head in his hands or his shoulders shaking. He didn’t expect to see his lieutenant in his room of all places. Taking a soft tentative towards him, dropping his gym bag by the door, cringing at the thud it made as it made contact with the wooden floor. He stopped in front of him, crouching to look at him better but never actually looking at his face, a feeling of worry and anxiety gnawing at his throat, he’s not entirely sure if it’s because his lieutenant is sat on his bed or the fact his balaclava is beside him.

“Lieutenant? Are you alright?” Johnny asked, his brows creased in worry.

He didn’t get much of a response other than a sharp intake of oxygen, his lieutenant’s body going still.

“M’ fine Johnny.” is how he responded after a moment, his voice raw and hoarse but not in the way of his usual gruffness.

“Don’t think ye’d be here on my bed if you were LT” he huffed, eyes more focused on the tactical vest that clung firmly to his chest.

Johnny watched his hands flex as he waited for a response , partially opening and closing in a rigid but repetitive motion. He hesitated for a moment before reaching to grab at his wrist, his hand resting on it in a way that Simon could shove it off if he wanted.

When he didn’t give him one he tried again “C’mon LT need ye’ to tell me what’s going on, yeah? Never in here if it’s not for a reason.” Johnny tried to urge him into explaining why he was here. Simon was never in his room unless it was important, much less without him in there. The last time he was there he had given Johnny his balaclava that had been ripped during a mission, asking him to fix it while he refused to look at him. Johnny had made sure he took care of the balaclava with extra care that night.

Simon shook his head, pulling his hand out from under Johnny’s, moving to cover his face for a minute before dragging his hand through the short and choppy blonde hair on his head, his fingers tugging on longer parts, “don’t fuckin’ know Johnny. Fuck. Fuck i don’t know” his words held a bite to them, along with a breathy undertone that had a certain tremble to them when he responded to him.

Johnny paused when he responded, not used to the way his lieutenant sounded. This didn’t sound like the lieutenant he knew. His lieutenant was strong, confident (albeit cocky may be a better fit at times), and hard. But the man in front of him was none of those things. More of a shell that’s his lieutenant.

He shifted in his spot, his already tired legs burning from his uncomfortable position in front of Simon as he replied “LT- is- did something happen?”

Johnny found the way Simon acted unsettling. He’s never seen his lieutenant act like this. He’s never heard him sound so distraught.

“This kid- he couldn’t-“ Simon paused, nearly choking on his words as a lump formed in his throat as he continued, “he looked like you Johnny. Thought it was you. Saw this fuckin’ kid with a stupid Mohawk looked *just* like you. He-“ he stopped again, his voice didn’t stop shaking, his breathing quickened, and it became clear just how rattled he was.

Johnny finally stood, his knees aching in pain, cracking at the movement and years of missions he’s been on. He tried to stand as close to him as he could, his thigh pressed into Simon’s knee as he reached to put his hand on his head, his fingers scratching and fidgeting with his hair as he spoke, “but it wasn’t me. I’m Here, with ye’ , we’re not on a mission. Ye’ aren’t there anymore. We’re in my room. On the bed.” He wasn’t sure what to do in this situation. But he knew one thing for certain.

The thought of him dead rattled his lieutenant, and he didn’t like that.

Simon’s head dropped onto his stomach, his forehead pressing into it and he could feel the heat through his top, he could feel his arms moving to wrap around his hips, he felt them pull him closer, feeling the way his head pushed more into his stomach.

Johnny moved his right hand through Simon’s hair, his left resting on his shoulder, making small circular motions with his thumb in an attempt to soothe him.

“I’m still here.” He supplied quietly.

“Didn’t feel like it.” Simon mumbled, his voice muffled from the fabric of Johnny’s shirt. “For a second. I thought I was back in that train station.”

“But ye’ weren’t. And I’m not. That bullet fuckin’ missed Si’. Grazed me.”

Simon shook his head slightly, as If trying to shake the memory away as he spoke. “But what if it wasn't johnny?” Simon moved away, tilting his head up to look at him for the first time since the start, “what if it didn’t?” He repeated.

Johnny paused. His hands went still as he looked at his face, looking at the way his eyes were red and puffy, the scars littering across his face, the way his skin looked red and blotchy like he’d been crying for hours before.

“I don’t know Si’. But I know ye’ would’ve been okay” he tried gently.

“Fuckin’ he’ll Johnny.” Simon scowled, pulling his hands away from Johnny's waist, crossing them over his chest instead. “I would’ve been shattered.” He scoffed.

Johnny blinked. The words caught him off guard. He never thought him dying was this upsetting for him. He found it discomforting how his stomach churned at the thought of his LT so distraught over his death.

“LT-“ he couldn’t think of a response. He couldn’t think of a way to word the thoughts swirling in his head or how to articulate them in a way that would make sense.

“Why? Simon I don’t- why is this so- why are you so upset about this?” He finally asked.

“Because I fucking love you.” Is all he said before he shot up from his seat on the bed, shouldering past Johnny and right out his bedroom door.

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wonie-not-wony · 4 months

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confession.

pairing. student council president!soobin x gn!reader synopsis. admitting your feelings to the student council president wasn't on your bucket list, but you mustered the courage and thought, "Why not? We only live once." warning. kisses genre. fluff a/n. beomgyu version

With the window open, a pleasant breeze blows in, and you sit next to Soobin, watching him organize school documents. Within the empty classroom, it's just the two of you.

"You don't have to wait for me to finish; it'll take a while to organize all this." Soobin glances at you with a sweet smile.

You pull your chair closer to Soobin, resting your head on his shoulder, feeling down and exhausted.

Soobin's heart skips a beat, and he blushes faintly, his eyes fixed on your face while you look up at him with a tired smile. The warm rays of the sun filter through the window, adding to the comforting atmosphere.

"Have you been having trouble sleeping?" Soobin asks softly, showing genuine concern.

"A little," you murmur, snuggling your head into his neck and letting out a contented sigh.

Soobin smiles down at you and gently lifts your head, placing it on his lap. He starts tracing patterns on your head with his hand, his eyes locked on your face.

"You look really tired," he whispers in the gentlest and softest tone you've ever heard, patting your head and rubbing away the stress.

"Kinda had trouble sleeping last night," you say, with a hint of nervousness, your words turning quiet and mumbling as your finger traces circles on his knees.

Soobin continues to rub your hair, his gaze focused on your lips. He senses the nervousness in your voice as you mumble. His eyes wander from your lips to your neck and collarbone.

"Is there something worrying you?" Soobin's gentle voice brings your attention back to him. His eyes meet yours, innocent and looking for an answer.

"There is... I want to tell you and get it off my chest, but I'm scared it might ruin our friendship," you admit, avoiding eye contact and fidgeting with your fingers anxiously.

Soobin's hand stops caressing your hair. He leans in closer, shifting his body towards you.

"Look at me," he whispers. Despite your hesitation, his soft voice draws you in, and your eyes meet his. Soobin smiles genuinely at you, a smile reserved only for you.

"You won't ruin anything. Nothing will change between us," he says, holding your hand to keep it from fidgeting.

"Promise?" you ask with a worried expression, your voice soft and quiet, gently tugging on his shirt anxiously.

Soobin leans in, his face inches away from yours. He cups your cheeks, his eyes still sincere.

"I promise. You trust me, right?" he asks, his voice laced with sincerity.

His warm breath tickles your skin, sending goosebumps over your body. Despite the fear in your heart, you nod in agreement.

With your eyes closed, you gather the courage to confess your feelings to him, feeling the warmth spreading to your cheeks. "What if I want to be more than just a friend to you, Soobin?"

Your hands tremble, eyebrows furrowed, as you anxiously await his response.

Soobin's gaze remains locked on yours. He smiles, his breath growing heavier as he takes in your words. His mind races with thoughts and ideas. Soobin's heart flutters at your sweet words, like a dream or a scene from a romance novel. He can't help but be mesmerized by your beauty, just a few inches away.

"And what will that make us?" he whispers, his voice soft. Soobin's heart races, his fists clenched tightly as he waits for you to respond.

"Mine," you whisper back, feeling warmth spread through your body. Your heartbeat quickens.

Soobin leans closer, his lips almost touching yours.

"Just mine?" he whispers.

"All yours," you reply.

Soobin pulls you in closer, as if you've given him the signal he's been waiting for. He presses his lips against yours, the world around you fading away as you melt into the kiss. Time stands still in that moment, leaving you both breathless. As he pulls away, he gives you another kiss on your forehead. With his arms snugly wrapped around you, he puts his head on yours.

The sun has set, and your lips still tingle from the sweetness of the kiss.

"I'm yours," he whispers again, softly.

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books-and-catears · 2 years

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Hey uh sry to bother you but can you do a Mc who is TERRIFIED of the demons and every time they are threated, put in danger, attacked and killed, they don’t forgive and avoid them even more. They run away from them, in constant fear and paranoia and they hide in their room and barricades the door. They now carry a weapon like a knife or something and stay up with it because they are paranoid that they will break in and kill them. How are the bros gonna fix this?

Oh I'm gonna love figuring this one out. Let's see how far these demons will really go to fix this one. God I can feel this MC's fear and anger in my heart.

Edit: This became so long I had to divide it into two parts. The Headcanons or reactions of individual characters will be in the next part.

Also I'm so sorry for all the delays in answering asks btw. Its been super busy and overwhelming to write like I used to. I get so many lovely asks but I delay writing them or sometimes can't even write them at all. I'm genuinely so sorry.

Love and Consequences

(Pt. 1) || (Pt. 2) ->

Alone. You're all alone here. This was the one lesson that night taught you. Not the angels, nor the human is on your side.

They are all age old immortals who've known each other for centuries. And you are just human who tried to their very best. You risked your life each day for monsters who would watch you die without batting an eye.

If the whole realm wasn't crawling with demons, you'd have run away without a second thought . But the best you could do now was hide, keep yourself safe and locked in your room, clutching a knife in your trembling hand.

"Oh, you dumb little human..."

Your blood still ran cold at his words, at his eyes. Noone had ever looked as terrifying as he did last night. It wasn't him that scared you, though, not at all.

It was how easy it was for the rest of them to not care. To move on, to watch you be betrayed and welcome the traitor with open arms. No you couldn't stay here any longer.

There was the dull knocking on the door again. You prepared yourself.

"MC, please, you haven't had food for days, please open up and eat some-"

"Why? So you can poison me this time? Watch me struggle to hold onto dear life again?" You screamed. "Get away from my door!"

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Asmo backed away from the door, flinching as if you'd slapped him across the face with all your strength. He went back to the dinner table, dejected.

"They refuse to come out. Screamed at me to get away again."

"MC is going to fall seriously ill at this rate. They haven't eaten in days." Satan ran his hands through his messy hair as he dropped a stack of books to the floor. Human Anatomy and more, they were called.

"Luke tried calling them last night. MC didn't pick up his call either." Beel said, fidgeting with the food on his plate.

Lucifer's eyes widened at the news. Then he glanced up the stairs and let out a deep sigh. If the baby angel wasn't acknowledged, the rest of them were definitely done for.

"Mammon you can't keep doing this too! Lucifer, look!" Levi pointed. His eyes were puffy, nose bright red. How long had he been crying?

Mammon wordlessly tilted his plate, all his food falling on Beel's plate. "I'm just not hungry. I'm leaving now."

"You said that yesterday too. Just listen to me. Sit down and eat, Mammon." Lucifer was too tired to be stern anymore.

"Listen to you? A whole lot of good that did to us." Mammon chuckled dryly as he got up and left without another word. Lucifer closed his eyes and leaned back.

"MC really hates me now huh?" Asmo sniffled. "I'm not used to being hated. I didn't know it hurts this much..."

"Ha. Welcome to my world." Levi let out a sardonic laugh. "Have fun, it keeps getting worse."

"Can we keep some food for MC in the fridge? Just in case they sneak out of their room to eat once we're all asleep?" Beel suggested.

Satan agreed, "I don't think we have another optio-"

"MC'S NOT IN THEIR ROOM!" Mammon screamed as he stumbled down the stairs.

"W-what?!"

"The windows were open, there's a rope made of the bedsheets attached to something, everything's a mess, they're GONE!"

"They escaped through the window?!"

"THIS LATE AT NIGHT?!"

"But when did- how- but MC- all alone-"

"There's no time. Everyone get your coats, we're leaving. I'll inform Diavolo and the others. We'll split into two groups and search for MC." Lucifer stood up, rushing to grab his things. Everyone else followed suit.

"I'm guessing that doesn't include me." Belphie said bitterly, still seated while everyone else was up and rushing about.

Mammon glared red at him. "Don't you dare follow us." He was the first one out the door.

"Considering what you did to the last person who tried to include you," Satan said, putting on his jacket, "it'd be better to leave you locked back in the attic."

Belphie looked at Beel. The sight of the rest of his brothers sickened him. But Beel only said, "On their very first month here, MC risked their life to save me from one of Lucifer's deadly attacks. If you were there, they would have saved you too."

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"I thought I'd find you here."

Solomon's voice almost startled you off the tree branch you sat on. He was inches away, simply leaning against the trunk, sitting on the branch under yours.

You readied your weapon. "If you dare tell the demons, I'll-"

"I have no such intention. I simply came here at Luke and Simeon's request. They've been worried sick. And believe it or not...so have I." He gave you a pained smile.

You simply exhaled and rested your head back against the trunk too. "How did you find me?"

"You brought me here once. Told me this tree reminded you of one from your backyard and that me and this tree were your little piece of home in this hellhole." He answered.

"My mistake. You're more part of this world than you ever were part of mine." You cradled the knife in your hand.

He turned quiet, staring ahead, desolate.

"You should run soon. They're almost here." It was the last thing he said, before getting off the tree. But on the road back, he kept glancing back at you.

You sat up, alert. You could see Asmo's pale pink hair and Diavolo's panicked face in spaces between the fluttering leaves.

"MC! Is that you?! MC, wait!" Someone spotted you as dropped. You dived headfirst into some dread rose bushes.

Damn your eyes, Satan.

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"Surely you knew this would happen." Simeon's voice was low but held repressed anger, about to overflow.

Barabatos sighed and shook his head. "I assure you, I did not. I donot look through the time portals as often as you think."

"Could you not look to see where MC is right now?" Luke shouted, turning around. He was running far ahead than anyone else.

"I did try looking, Luke. I'm afraid it showed me nothing. Someone is obscuring MC's presence with powerful magic." The butler replied.

There was a crease of worry on his usually calm face,that refused to go away.

"Magic powerful enough to obscure your portal? There's only one person strong enough to do that and he's been gone for the past hour." Lucifer grabbed a fistful of his hair and groaned.

"Hey look! Isn't that Solomon? And he's carrying something?" Luke pointed ahead, as the white haired sorcerer walked through some bushes with a solemn face.

"He's.. he's carrying MC! MC's unconscious!" Beel exclaimed before lunging forward at break neck speed.

"I'm taking MC home. They're too weak to spend another day here. You can meet us there, once MC's condition improves." Solomon said, coldly.

"What happened? Where did you find them?" Lucifer demanded to know.

"MC was trying to escape through the bush maze because Satan spotted them in the trees. I was waiting near the exit." He answered.

"By that time, MC looked exhausted, using the last of their strength to hold the knife close. I bent down to help them up, "Don't let them find me again. Please, Solomon." That's the last thing they said, before collapsing on me."

Silent tears spilled out of Luke's eyes. His entire body trembled with worry. Simeon put a hand on his shoulder, barely keeping it together himself.

Lucifer stared at your closed eyes and the knife you still held onto. He lowered his gaze and moved out of Solomon's way. "Get home safe, MC."

Barbatos summoned a portal without any prompting. "I humbly request you'll let us know when MC gains conciousness."

"No promises." Solomon said, before walking through and disappearing.

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star2fishmeg · 7 months

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Pairing: Takajo Tsukasa x afab!reader

Summary: Tsukasa gets the life sucked outta him

Warnings: 18+ smut, oral sex (male receiving), swearing, established relationship, petnames (princess, baby), reader has an oral fixation

Authors note: man, I really wanted to post some fluff but the intrusive thoughts won

Request: none!

Lulling his head back onto the sofa cushions, Tsukasa shamelessly let his groans slip through his lips, eyes fluttering between open and closed as his brain failed to concentrate on one thing at a time. Hand barely holding her head as her tongue swiped and swirled his tip, hand squeezing the base and teasing him to hear him cry. He accepted that he was at her mercy, and her lips treating his cock like a king was nothing he’d oppose to.

She lifted her head and released his dick with a pop, “You taste so fucking good.” Fingers barely even touched his balls and he huffed.

“You feel so fucking good, don’t stop.” Y/n smiled before leaving wet kisses along the prominent vein, kissing to his tip, and swallowing him again, saliva building in the corner of her lips. If there was one thing she’d learnt over the period of dating the blond, it was that he couldn’t say no to blowjobs, he was a sucker for them. Something about the way she gave them made him ascend, her tongue, her pace, the fact she’d offer without hesitation knowing he’d accept – his weakness. That’s how it started, he’d gotten home from school, thrown himself on the sofa and when he opened his eyes, she was on her knees between his legs as an offering.

His reactions kept her going, his whimpering when she teased, his fidgeting when she squeezed his balls and his grunting when she would lick his tip mercilessly. She picked up his fidgeting, almost giggling to herself and swallowed more of his cock with vulgar moans rattling through her throat.

“Fuck, princess!” his hand unconsciously gripped her hair tighter, “you treat me so well.”

She looked up at him through her eyelashes, catching his pleading gaze and watching him run his other hand through his hair, chest heaving when his cock hit the back of her throat. Groans reverberated through him, grip on his hair tightened, and he instinctively pushed her head. He could’ve cum right then and there feeling how she stretched around his girth, breath hitting his skin and surprising him. He averted his sight to her head buried between his legs, watching how his thighs tensed as she bobbed her head viciously over his cock and feeling every single nerve pick up the slither of her tongue. God forbid if his friends knew about his kryptonite, and he prayed Fujio didn’t randomly show up either, he didn’t want to leave the heaven that sucked him off stupid.

“M'gonna cu-cum.” He rasped, barely able to form a sentence that didn’t include the most vulgar moan that had ever been ripped from his throat. He threw his head back again, running both his hands over his face and bucking his hips into her slobbering mouth. Hot flushes surged to his face, whimpers cut off by more whimpers, oh how he was a weak, weak man. Y/n’s hand moved from his sack and caressed his thigh, a tease if you asked him, gently rubbing his trembling leg while sucking his cock in his living room.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum-“ Tsukasa panted, eyes practically rolling back as she deepthroated the life out of him, the thick ropes slipping down her throat.

When she released his poor, abused dick from her mouth, she gave the tip a final peck before wiping her mouth with her fingers, licking up the last drops and giving him a cheeky smile. Tsukasa chuckled, chest rising and falling deeply while fixing his trousers.

“How was that?” she simply asked, enthralled by his dishevelled state.

“Baby, you ruin me,” he held his arms out, “c’mere. When I can breathe again, it’s your turn.”

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mintsbubbletea · 5 months

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𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚 - 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬

a/n: This is my very first fanfic for MHA and i just started watching the show a few days ago (i mostly play my hero ultra rumble) so please bare with me and let me know if i should fix or improve any thing

What the story includes: Gender neutral reader, kissing, and some fluff

You stared at the boy with vibrant green hair, your eyes widening slightly as you took in his presence. Clad in your pajamas, you couldn't help but feel a mix of surprise and curiosity. Deku, sensing the awkward silence, turned his crimson face away from you. "Well, will you?" he asked, shifting his weight nervously. You were at a loss for words, unsure of how to respond to Deku's unexpected question.

After a few moments of standing at the door, you finally found your voice. " You want me to show you how to kiss?" you asked, your heart pounding in your chest. Deku nodded softly, his apprehension evident. "It's okay if you don't want to. It was a weird question to ask, anyways. Why did I ask you? You're such a good friend," he muttered, his words filled with self-doubt. Quickly, you interrupted his self-deprecating thoughts. "Izuku, I never said no, but why?" you asked, genuinely curious about his reasoning.

He sighed, his gaze returning to your half-asleep figure. "Kacchan and the others found out that I haven't kissed anyone. They assumed I lack experience because I haven't had my first kiss," he explained, trailing off. "It made me feel bad, so I asked you, knowing you're one of my closest friends, to help me out."

You sighed, stepping aside to let Deku into your room. "I don't mind helping, but couldn't it have waited until morning?" you asked, rubbing your tired eyes. "I couldn't sleep because of it," he mumbled, taking a seat on your bed. Understanding his restlessness, you nodded and joined him, noticing his hands fidgeting with his shorts.

Observing his nervousness, the blush on his face, and the slight trembling of his hands, it was clear that the idea of not having kissed anyone before weighed heavily on him. "Izuku, how am I going to teach you if you're not looking at me?" you gently prodded, hoping to ease his anxiety. Slowly, his eyes shifted to meet yours. "Good. Well, kissing should come naturally. There are no rules or guidelines. If you're with the right person, it shouldn't feel so strange," you reassured him with a small smile.

"You know," you said with a small smile, reassuring him, "sometimes you just have to go for it and see where the kiss takes you. Give it a try." You watched as he gulped nervously before leaning in, connecting your lips briefly before pulling away. "Like that?" he asked, his voice filled with uncertainty. Unable to contain your laughter, you giggled and replied, "Sure, if you're kissing your grandma." His eyes widened in shock, and he stammered, "Wha-"

"Joking, Izuku," you quickly reassured him. "Try to keep the kiss going and don't be afraid to touch the person you're kissing." Deku looked down, unable to meet your gaze. "I was joking! I didn't mean to make you feel bad-" Before you could finish your sentence, Deku's hand grabbed your chin, crashing his lips onto yours. His other hand gripped your side as his lips moved flawlessly against yours. Closing your eyes, you gave in to the kiss, your hand resting on the side of his neck. After a good five minutes, you both pulled away, the silence hanging in the air. A red blush formed on your cheeks as you tried to find the right words. "Y/n? Why are you so red? Did I do something wrong?" Deku asked, concern evident in his voice. Shaking your head quickly, you felt flustered. "No, I just wasn't expecting that. And you said you had no experience, right?"

"Nope, you're my first kiss," he chuckled nervously, scratching his head. "I really don't believe you. You kissed better than anyone else I've kissed," you said, your voice filled with surprise. "Even Bakugo," you muttered to yourself, but Deku caught on. "You kissed Kacchan?!" he exclaimed.

"No?" you smiled nervously. "Well, it was only one time. We were dared when we hung out with Denki and Eijiro. We might have been drunk, but that's not the point," you realized you were muttering and noticed a confused Deku staring at you. "Anyway, you shouldn't care what they say. You've already kissed someone, and you're pretty darn good at it."

"Thank you, Y/N, I truly appreciate it. He chuckles before rising to leave. Pausing for a moment, he appears lost in thought. "We should definitely do that again sometime," he suggests before exiting your dorm, leaving you feeling flustered.

#deku x reader #mha deku #mha #mha fanfiction #mha x reader #boku no hero academia #midoriya izuku #my fanfiction #mintsbubbletea

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charliedawn · 1 month

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The loud mouse part 2

Guess who decided to finally write a part 2 ? :D Enjoy.

When you awoke, you blinked several times before getting used to the light and give a circular glance to your surroundings. You were in some barn and you no longer felt the burning sensation within your chest...Even though, the sickness remained. You could feel it.

You stood up slowly and yet, couldn't help but walk on wobbly legs to the door—only the will of reuniting with your beloved prince overruling all other thought. However, you frowned as you found the door locked. You remembered collapsing in the snow, but who had brought you here ? It couldn't be Aemond, as he had been waiting for you inside the castle. How many days had it been ?

Suddenly, the door opened and a little man with big red whiskers entered, who seemed surprised to find you awake. He was barefooted and you guessed the farm must belong to him. He sheepishly offered you a piece of bread with butter that you stared at cautiously for a moment before letting your hunger get the best of you. You snatched the piece of bread and devoured it like a little wildling. It seemed to make the little man happy as he sat down in front of you—a good distance as to not frighten you.

"Hey there. I'm Gavdiish." He greeted you.

After a few seconds, you smiled politely and replied.

"I'm Ethel. Tell me...How long was I asleep, Gavdiish ?" You asked and Gavdiish started fidgeting nervously before replying.

"I found you in the snow. A few weeks ago..."

You frowned at his unspecific answer and started being suspicious. Gavdiish seemed like a nice fellow, but your thoughts then returned to the lock on the door. Someone didn't want you to leave...

"And, were you the one who brought me here ?" You asked and Gavdiish's nice smile turned sour as the memory of who had decided to hide you in his farm.

"I..am not allowed to say. Not until she comes." You frowned a little and were about to ask who was she when a voice sounded behind you.

"It was me."

You both turned around to see queen Alicent standing there, her long red hair falling gracefully down her shoulders as her eyes were fixed on you. She seemed out of place, surrounded by hay and dirt. You bowed deeply before her and even though you had no idea why she had saved you, you intended to thank her.

"Thank you my...", you started.

"Save your breath." Your eyes widened at her harsh interruption before she continued. "You will come back with me. To the castle."

You frowned in incomprehension. Why would she want you back ? Surely, lady Alicent had more important things to take care of than to make sure a simple servant would come back to work.

But, her next words left you paralyzed.

"And you will break my son's heart.."

You snapped your head up at her with your eyes wide open in shock and your lower lip trembled...How did she know about you abs Aemond ? She seemed to understand your thoughts as she sighed and lightly shrugged.

"The castle doesn't have any secrets. I know what the servants whisper about and I am no fool. My son has never seemed so happy than when you were there. And it is the very reason I need you to come back and break his heart. For his own good."

You fell to the ground on your knees and begged her.

"Please. Do not ask such a sacrifice of me. I cannot hurt prince Aemond." Tears started streaming down your face and for the first time—you showed weakness. For a moment, you could see in her eyes that it was working—until her expression hardened and she leaned forward to inform you.

"Prince Aemond is getting married."

Your eyes widened at the news and you shook your head—not believing the queen's words. Prince Aemond wouldn't do this.

"No..It can't be. He would never.."

Queen Alicent seemed to take pity on you as she sighed and rested her hand upon your shoulder.

"Believe me, my dear. Men are not worth the trouble. Love is a plague." She claimed and your eyes watered. You remained silent and queen Alicent sighed once more before dropping her hand back to her side.

"Now, you will tell my son that you tried to escape, but didn't have enough money and decided to come back..You will tell him you had never intended to run away with him. That the only reason you even showed him any affection was because you wanted to use him."

Your eyes remained fixed to the ground as you asked—your voice strained with bitterness.

"And why would I ever do that ?"

Alicent stopped pacing around and it took a moment before she indulged you with an answer.

"Because you are a lost cause, my dear."

Your eyes widened at the queen's cruel placid smile. You didn't understand what she meant. She seemed to notice and scoffed.

"Think about it. You are sick. You are a servant. A nothing. A dying wrench. My Aemond is a fine young man who will soon marry and bring glory to house Targaryen. You wouldn't want to cause his downfall now, would you ?"

A chill ran through you at the sickly sweet voice of the woman and the venom hidden underneath—intertwined with this nauseous false sympathy.

"Besides, you wouldn't have to convince him much."

You frowned in confusion before the queen faced you and declared.

"You've been gone for 3 months, my dear. And Aegon already made sure to inform Aemond of your betrayal."

Your eyes widened and your breath hitched as tears gathered in your eyes. 3 months...You had left Aemond alone for 3 months..And the thought alone was enough to make you crumble in shame.

Aemond...Forgive me.

Queen Alicent left and was sure to have convinced you. She knew you loved her son, and it would be the very thing causing your downfall.

Flashback :

Prince Aemond had been searching for you ever since your disappearance three weeks ago and refused to give up on his research without proof that you were dead. Because, he wouldn't accept any other reason for your betrayal and the pain you had caused him.

He wanted to know you were safe—no matter the cost.

His mother had tried to dissuade him and his brother had insisted that you were lost or dead, but nothing would deter the young prince from his desperate seeking of the truth.

Finally, after another one of his dragon patrols, prince Aegon—who was growing tired of Aemond's stubbornness—caught his brother and tried to convince him of your treachery once more.

"Brother. It has been more than three weeks now. You have to let her go. She has betrayed you. She left you...Accept it."

But instead of heeding his brother's advice, it only fueled Aemond's determination and he didn't dignify his brother with an answer before pulling away from his grip to continue on his way. He wanted to know the truth. He wanted to hear it from your treacherous mouth, that mouth he had worshipped and made all his for better and worst. He loved you. Was it so hard to pretend to love him back that you had to go and hide ? He closed his eyes and clenched his fists.

Why ? Why spend all those days in bliss, only to take it all away like a vulgar thief ? No. There had to be a reason. An explanation.

However, Aegon's next words made him stop dead in his tracks.

"I didn't want to tell you..But, I know where she is."

Aemond turned around swiftly to take his brother by the collar before asking urgently—his voice a menacing howl.

"Where ?!"

Aegon sighed and sounded genuinely apologetic as he replied.

"One of our grandfather's sparrows spotted the wrench on the roads. She was attempting to escape. Mother has gone to retrieve her."

"LIES !", Aemond shouted at his brother's claim—his valid eye wide open in disbelief—and shook his head. You wouldn't do this. Not to him. He was convinced something must have happened. You couldn't have faked it. The day you met, the many secret glances and every loving touch you had shared...

"It is true. You must see it.", his brother insisted. "She has plotted against you since the beginning and only sought her own selfish benefit in gaining you and princess Helaena's trust. From the very moment she stumbled into your bedroom that very night and soothed poor sobbering Helaena. She is a fraud. And will be punished. I promise, brother."

Aemond shook his head before leaning so close that his brother saw the deadly fury in his eye.

"If what you say is true, brother ? Do not worry about punishment. I shall be the one to flay her bloody—as she deserves."

Aegon pressed his lips tightly together in discontent, but didn't dare voice his disapproval out loud. He only smiled and shrugged.

"As you wish, brother. But, remember...Don't let your little plaything trick you again."

Aemond glared at him and waited until Aegon was out of the room before letting his rage run unbridled. He unsheathed his sword and brought it down mercilessly on the furniture all around him. He didn't want to believe that you would abandon him, but it was hard to consider any other alternative as each day passed by. He fell to his knees and pulled out the sapphire necklace he had barely succeeded in saving from the fire. It shone brightly and filled his heart with hope. He refused to believe you would leave. He was convinced that he knew your heart and that it beat the same rythm as him.

"I still believe, my love. I'll find out the truth. I promise." He kissed the bright sapphire, imagining it was your lips he was devoting himself to rather than the jewel.

Back to the present :

Aemond had spent 3 whole months searching for you and it was on one faithful morning that he received a raven from King's Landing, putting an end to his misery.

You had been found.

There was no word to describe the shock and utter relief he felt at the news that you were alive. He ran to Vhagar and climbed on her back in one stride—eager to be reunited with you. He thought you would be able to explain your behavior and it would end up being a sort of misunderstanding. He was never prepared for the disappointment, as the first words he heard from you were a confession—but not the one he wanted.

"It is true. I have conspired against the crown. I had in the intention of tarnishing the prince's reputation and his family by seducing the prince and befriending the princess." It had the effect of a cold blade piercing through his heart and he couldn't utter a word as you confessed everything he had feared to be true. You even refused to look at him, your eyes fixed on the floor. Aegon smirked in satisfaction at your confession and didn't hesitate before sentencing.

"You ought to be flayed 30 times for such insolence and betrayal." You nodded submissively and thought you would at least be given the respite of being punished out of sight. But then, Aegon stood up and beckoned his personal guards in.

"GUARDS ! OPEN THE BACK OF THE TRAITOR'S DRESS !"

Your eyes widened as you realized what was about to happen. You opened your mouth to beg for mercy, but one of the guards suddenly pulled you up and brutally ripped the fabric of your dress without a second thought. The guard then carelessly threw your trembling body to the ground before the king—as you desperately tried to hide your modesty. Tears of rage and sorrow ran down your cheeks as you looked up at the people you were keeping quiet for.

Aemond remained motionless, so did princess Helaena. They were both devastated by the news of your betrayal and you knew there must be a great turmoil brewing inside them..You smiled weakly at them.

It wasn't their fault.

You knew you needed to be punished. You had fallen in love with the wrong person, and fate was cruel to those who diverged from their path...Princess Helaena did have the decency to look away to hide her sorrow from you—but Aemond didn't. His lonely eye didn't leave that bluish color on your shoulder—conjured by the brutish harshness of the guards. He thought about cutting their hands for daring manhandling you in such a way, but it was quickly dismissed at the reminder of your betrayal by the king and the feeling of his mother's hand on his shoulder. He had to stay, he had to endure the sight, even though it hurt him to see you in such a way.

When the first blow of the whip hit your skin—it didn't hurt as much as knowing you had broken the trust of the two Targaryens who mattered the most to you. You looked up and sought princess Helaena's eyes, but she still had her face turned away. Princess Helaena didn't want to look at you. She had the same expression she wore the time you had found her wandering in that corridor—broken to the point of complete numbness.

You then looked at Aemond—but you didn't see any emotion in his eye. There was nothing but contempt. The perfect picture of indifference on his face, as he didn't even turn his gaze away as you were being punished—surely enjoying the very object of all his pain being so severely reprimanded. He stared. He stared at you with such coldness, it froze you to your very core—making even the tears on your face turn to frozen lakes.

You wanted to scream and shout at them to look at you—really look at you. You wanted to tell them you loved them, that everything would be alright, that you understood their pain, that it killed you not to be able to embrace them...But, the next blow of the whip tear a gut-wrenching scream from your throat instead—one that rendered you silent as blood started rolling down your back. Princess Helaena's eyes filled with unshed tears as she forced herself to look away, even though your screams were torture for her. She had learnt to see you as a sister. Why did fate have to be so cruel ?

However, Aemond didn't turn away. He counted the 30 hits and with each one, his anger boiled wilder in his veins.

You had betrayed him.

You had dared seduce him and use him.

Use his sister.

You deserved to be punished. You deserved to suffer. He watched as drops of blood glistened down your back and—to your utter horror and mortification—commanded.

"Harder." His tone left no room for discussion—as even his own brother looked at him with a slight worried frown.

"Brother. She already received 30 blows. If we go on any further, she might..." He warned—but Aemond silenced him.

"HARDER !" He cut him off and his maddening eye turned towards Aegon with a challenging stance—daring him to defy him again. Bile rose up to your throat as the order was finally granted and another cough threatened to spill, but it didn't—only screams of pain and the sound of the whip being mercilessly used on you troubled the deafening silence of the throne room. However, Aemond—who was tired of being a mere bystander—walked down the stairs with a resolute stance and your eyes widened as he extended his hand forward to grip the guard's hand. You thought it was to stop him—you thought wrong.

He took the whip and the guard immediately stood aside as the prince took his place. He then leant forward to whisper in your ear—words that left you shivering in fear.

"You are going to accept everything I give you, little mouse. Every single blow. You'll take it all, and thank me for it. For that is what you deserve for all the suffering you caused to me and my sister." He spat venomously and you closed your eyes. You felt numb. His words left ice in their wake. Your lips trembled as you braced yourself to be punished by the man you loved. You thought the first few hits were the worst, but it wasn't true. The last hits were worse—so much worse. They left your body trembling in pain and whenever your consciousness threatened to slip away, you would be awoken by yet another blow. Your throat felt sore at the end—you didn't even have the strength to scream anymore. Finally, once his anger slightly reduced, Aemond released the whip that fell to the floor and walked away.

He didn't even remember his own command, not until you muttered weakly.

"Thank you...my prince."

He stilled and glanced back at you with his lips tightly sealed and saw the pain in your eyes—but decided to ignore it. You shakily tried to reach for his leg, but he pulled away from your grip and offered you a cruel sneer.

"Wrench." He spat cruelly and walked away—not sparing you a second glance. He took back his place beside his sister and then announced.

"I shall go back to the Free Cities and finalize our alliance to Lady Aslana of Mesclun."

Lady Alicent smiled—satisfied by her son's decision while you glared up at her. She had lied to you. Aemond hadn't married anyone yet.

She had tricked you.

But, you knew better than to open your mouth now.

Who would believe you ?

"Aemond. Since you are going away on your trip to the Free Cities. Indulge me in giving me that lovely servant of yours. I am sure she will be of great help to me." Aegon suggested and you could feel his eyes dig holes at the back of your neck. You shuddered at the prospect alone. You prayed the Seven to give you mercy, but the gods must have been inattentive that day—for the prince's next words left you paralyzed.

"Fine. But, her maidenhead is mine. A weak compensation for what she did to me..." Aemond declared and you closed your eyes. He was being so cruel. He wanted to take the thing you had only ever wanted to give him. When you raised your eyes, he met your gaze unashamedly with a large cold grin that didn't quite match his eyes. He was furious.

Outside of the throne room, you found Linda waiting for you and the moment her eyes settled on you and your hunched figure—she rushed by your side.

"My daughter. My darling one." She embraced you tightly and you sobbed.

"You were right, Linda. I'm so sorry. I should have listened to you. This family is cruel. They are all monsters. I should have remained a little mouse, nothing more..."

Linda tugged the top of your head under her chin and looked up at the sky—sending a silent prayer to the gods to protect you.

"Aww..My poor child. I am so sorry. I should have been more careful. But, nobody will ever hurt you again. I promise." She murmured and stroked your hair soothingly. You didn't even have the strength to protest, as you knew Linda had little power on how the Targaryens ruled. She was an old maiden who had surely seen her fair share of broken hearts and could recognize the symptoms at first sight. She shushed you softly before leaving a tender kiss on the crown of your hair.

"It will go away." She finally said assuredly on your way to the kitchen in an attempt to reassure you—but good Linda didn't know of the suffering you would go on to face. For Aemond was not done taking his revenge on you, and it wouldn't be the last time you would be reminded of the costly price of his loathing.

The very next day :

You had spent the day running around the city, Aegon relentlessly and purposefully asking you for the impossible and beyond, only to lose interest in a second when the task done. He was making your life hell, and you had no protection from Aemond anymore. But, you couldn't complain. It was the price to pay for his happiness. Let them all hate you, if only for Aemond and Helaena to find peace in your hours of torture under Aegon's intransigent and constant demands.

When Aegon beckoned you to the room where the family was supposed to share a meal, you had completely discarded the thought of your current state and only rushed in with the hopes you wouldn't be noticed. Luckily, Aemond was talking and your sudden appearance didn't disturb his speech as he declared.

"...Our alliance with the Free Cities is going to change the odds in our favor. I shall marry lady Aslana of Mesclun tomorrow and in a week's time, our victory will be assured. We will have our hand on the Free Cities and none shall contest our authority."

At the news, you closed your eyes and apologized to the Seven for the foolish thoughts running wild in your head. You wished you could be the one betrothed to Aemond and waiting for the moment your hearts would be linked forever...You failed to hear the end of Aemond's speech and as he raised his cup—you didn't fill his cup. Suddenly, all the family members' eyes seemed to converge towards you and even though it had only been a day since your flaying—you weren't about to tempt fate to give you another. You leaned forward and filled his cup—but too late.

Aemond's hand grabbed your arm and you met his gaze with big frightened eyes. He had never seen that look in your eyes before and it made him snicker.

"After all this time, I see you for what you truly are. Thank the gods I could come back to my senses before I was completely lost." He seethed and let go of your arm. But, it was only to publicly shame you even more.

"Well, if it isn't her ladyship the loud mouse herself ?!" He then noticed your dirty dress and gave you a disgusted expression, "Where were you all day ? The pig house ?"

His joke resulted in an irruption of laughter from the crowd while you glared at him. It hurt. He didn't know how much it hurt you. You had failed your heart—you had failed him.

"Don't worry, my lord. If it is my muddy dress that bothers you, I shall remedy to it at once." You quipped back and his smile immediately fell as you unashamedly tear the bottom part of your dress—your decision welcomed and whistled appreciatively by all the men present. You acted self-assured and even when you felt Aemond's disapproving look on you—you didn't return it. You were no longer afraid of him—and if he thought he could control you ? He was dead wrong.

"Of course not, brother. She must have been frolicking at the pleasure houses. It was high time she would find some other cock to hang onto, don't you think ?" Aegon mocked and it made you snap your eyes at him with so much loathing, if your eyes had been arrows, he would have been dead where he stood. Aegon's jeering had the effect of a knife being plunged deep within you chest—cutting your breath momentarily. He dared question your whereabouts—when he was the one making you run errands around town from the first glance of sunlight 'till dusk..

However, you did notice how Aemond's smile seemed to turn placid at his brother's nasty comment. It mended your heart a little to think he had not fallen so low as to agree with his majesty the Kingly prick..

"Prick..." You cursed under your breath—thinking no one would pick up on it. But, you were not so lucky. Aegon's expression crestfallen and you knew here and then that you had signed up for your own demise as Aegon stood up and seemed to lose all composure.

"YOU ARE TO RESPECT ME, OR DID YOU FORGET WHO IS YOUR KING ?!" He yelled and you flinched at his loud voice. He was being cruel and even though you had heard rumors, you had never been on the receiving end of his fury. You had always remained a mouse in the castle—until Aemond had decided to give you his cursed attention. You wondered which one was worse ? The petals suffocating you, or the indifference of your prince ? You looked up at Aemond and tears shone in your eyes as you smiled at him through your tears—not sparing a glance to Aegon that you felt seething beside you.

"You may be the king of this realm, but my heart only knows one true king..."

There was no doubt as to whom you were referring to and Aemond's valid eye widened for a second. Even after all this, you still wanted to show him your support. You may not stand next to him when he would finally reach the throne, but you would be there every step of the way until your own death...Aegon's face visibly whitened at the implication and even though you didn't care about anyone else knowing about your feelings, you could feel another set of eyes on you. Queen Alicent was looking at you in warning, not to say anything else if you still wanted to live and die on your own accord. You clasped both hands over your mouth, finally considering who you were speaking to, who was present. You had gone too far...

The whole room fell silent and you knew—you had opened your mouth wrongly so. Aemond had remained impassive all this time, why couldn't you have done the same ? You wanted to protect him, but found yourself the very reason for his misery. No matter if you were trying to stay away or remain unaffected, the mere thought of living in the same castle as him was enough for your heart to seek him out. However, you then felt a cough rising up your chest and when Aegon came close enough, you didn't hold back. You coughed and let all the black blood and flower petals splatter all over him. He wanted to have you ? Then, he would have it all. Aemond hadn't been repulsed by your sickness, but you knew all too well what the rest of the family's reactions would be. Queen Alicent screamed, Otto turned away in disgust and Aegon screeched.

"YOU B*TCH !"

You didn't mean to laugh. You swore you didn't. But, the mix of Queen Alicent's bewildered look, Otto's mortified expression and Aegon's twisted face of fury made it impossible not to. You guffawed. You had nothing left. No one. Aemond hated you. Helaena had excused herself—to cry her sorrow in her room no doubt—and you just knew you had to get everything you had to say out of your chest before the young king's sword was to pierce you through and through.

"Pitiful excuse for a family." You spat and your eyes then swept mercilessly over all of the people gathered around the table with a mocking sneer. "You know...I've served and watched every single one of you Targaryens for years. I always thought being a Targaryen was a blessing, but seeing you all—huddled up in your misery—I see now that it is as much a curse as mine ! And I rejoice the day there won't be a single one of you left ! For your curse lies even deeper than mine ! It lies in your blackened hearts devoured and putrified with greed and power !"

Now, it wasn't only Aegon who was seething—all the Targaryens seemed about to stand up and cut you in two. Good. Let them be angry. Only the truth hurts. But, none of them seemed willing to take a step towards you. You wondered why until you realized that the only person still seated was Aemond, staring at his own family in warning as to anyone would dare attempt to your life.

You smiled and found your affection grow tenthfold, as even after your so-called betrayal, he was ready to defend you. You turned around and stormed towards the door, but Aegon's voice still made its way to you.

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING ?! COME BACK HERE ! I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD FOR THIS !"

You huffed a laugh and didn't even turn around before shouting back.

"I SHALL BE WAITING, MY KING !"

If any of the Targaryens wanted to follow you and bring an end to your life, then so be it. You had nothing left to say. You then heard the king hit the table in his haste to come after you, but then recognized Queen Alicent's voice behind you.

"That's enough, Aegon."

The queen knew what you had sacrificed and it was in her best interest to keep you alive—for now. She would certainly let Aegon do whatever he wanted to you once Aemond would be married to lady Aslana. They had already punished you more than any other being could have handled—they had flayed you, disgraced you and made your life hell.

Your tears had run dry. Your punches would only accentuate Aemond's hatred for you. Words were the only thing you had left to throw at them. You turned a corner and suddenly stopped. You had arrived at the library...No matter where you wanted to go, your feet seemed to always end up in front of the majestic door. The very place you had first met the prince face to face. Did you love him ? Assuredly..No doubt about it.

You thought none of the Targaryens would follow you—you thought wrong.

Aemond had followed you and grabbed your arm to drag you inside the library without a word and once you were both inside, he closed the door behind you.

"Do you have a death wish ?" He hissed—his voice a mere whisper and you shrugged.

"I do not have an answer to give you, my prince.."

It was true. You had no answer to give him.

When he turned around, you could feel he was enraged and it did make your heart skip a beat at the pure hatred visible in his valid eye. He was angry, and you knew better than anyone why. He had every right to be. You had hurt him and even though involuntarily, had been confusing him. Even if you had shown up that faithful night, you would have stolen him away from a life with his family. A good life. Your eyes softened and your lips parted slightly as you thought of the millions of things you wished to tell him—but remained quiet.

He wouldn't understand.

He couldn't.

"Fine. You don't want to talk. I'll make you scream then..." Your brow furrowed in confusion until he pulled you towards him and sunk in to claim your lips. You let out a surprised squeal as you tried to push him away. He clasped his hands on either side of your face and devoured your mouth as if it was his to take. Your tears didn't help as his nails dug in the flesh of your cheeks. It wasn't what you wanted. You loved him. You wanted him to kiss you, but not like this—not out of hurt and hatred. You had sacrificed your own happiness for him to find his. You wished for him to find his place and forget about you, but you had failed it seemed.

"Treacherous mistress." He hissed spitefully and you closed your eyes at the hurtful words and gentle kisses. Aemond was still so gentle with you, even after everything. He didn't touch your back where he knew remained the pain of the whip and even traced circles on your skin while he hid his face in the crook of your neck.

He seemed so broken.

"Did you...Did you ever think of me during your time away ?" He asked—his voice shaky. He sounded as if he was about to break into tears.

'Every second of every minute of every day.'

You wanted to answer, but knew the repercussions of such admission. You closed your eyes and shook your head negatively. Aemond remained silent for a moment before laughing bitterly.

"Of course you didn't.."

When he pushed you back and you fell on the table behind you, he crawled on top of you and started leaving kisses on your face and neck. He made quick work of the top buttons of your dress and left a few hickeys on the exposed flesh.

"...I made things too complicated for myself. Thinking you were honorable. I should have simply taken you from day one and everything would have been settled. I should have heeded Aegon's warnings and play with you until you were no longer interesting. I get bored easily, you know."

Aemond single-handedly untied the laces of his breeches and his mouth curved into a cruel smirk as he felt the tears on your face. He pulled your skirts up and in a moment of self-awareness, you bit down hard on his hand. He hissed in pain and you sought to flee, but he grabbed your hair and yanked you back against him. However, instead of continuing his vile actions, he simply wrapped his arms around your waist and stilled.

"M...My prince ?" You frightfully asked—your whole body shaking as you perfectly knew what he wanted. You wanted to disappear. You had only thought about him for the past three months, only to come back and find out that your prince had been searching for you for so long that his heart had turned to stone.

"Oh. So, now I'm your prince ?" He replied with a small taunting smirk—his eye gleaming in the darkness of the library. Was it already so late ? You tried to dissociate your mind from your body in order to forget that it was the love of your life who was now threatening you. But, Aemond wouldn't let you. He grabbed your face and snapped it back so you may see the fury in his gaze.

"You know what you are, Ethel ? A vile temptress. Daughter of Despair. Cruel mistress of Deception; malicious beyond compare and terrible plague that has infested this household with the fleas of my own destruction...Shall I go on ?"

You gritted your teeth and couldn't hold back the tears from falling down your face—hot lava against your frozen cheeks.

"Are you going to beg me to let you go ? Or, not to taint what has been so far unspoiled ?" He inquired in a whisper—his fingertips leaving imprints on your skin. He wanted to mark you, carve his touch into your skin.

You clenched your fists and looked away—not dignifying him with an answer. But, Aemond wouldn't let you as he grabbed your jaw once more—making it pop as he dug his fingers in your cheeks to make you understand that you were to keep your attention on him.

"Answer me...whore." He seethed in a low and threatening tone.

You remained silent.

He then plunged his tongue down your throat and your eyes widened at the sudden intrusion. You tried to struggle against him, but his training had helped strengthening his body, while you had strengthened his mind. You cursed yourself at finding yourself in this situation and Aemond stopped instantly as soon as he noticed you were unresponsive.

"You...You were my everything" He whispered and took a shaky breath, his touch tightening on you as tears started dripping down his face onto yours.

"My heart. My soul. My very first love and you...you..." He glared at you with such intensity it paralyzed you. "You betrayed me."

Your eyes softened and you finally wrapped your arms around his neck. You didn't say anything, but you still wished your prince to feel better. There was nothing you could do that would make any of this okay, but it hurt you to see him in such a state.

"Get out..." He whispered—so low you thought you had imagined it. You remained frozen and Aemond clenched his hands into fists as he gritted his teeth. He wanted to make you suffer, just as much as he had. But, he couldn't deny that he still felt attached to you. So, he could only push you away before restraint would no longer be possible.

"GET OUT !" He shouted louder and you gathered your skirts to run away. Aemond watched you flee and once the door was shut, he covered his face with his hands and let out such an horrifying painful gut-wrenching scream, the whole castle heard it.

Why did love have to hurt so much ? He had tried to be happy. Just once. And it had turned out to be a mistake. Tomorrow, he would return to the Free Cities and remain there. He would forget about you—or at least he hoped.

The next day :

Aemond prepared his leave and settled on Vhagar, but then noticed someone hidden in the shadows. He rested his hand upon the hilt of his sword cautiously, but then the strange red-headed boy beckoned him forward. He hesitated before indulging, only to chase said boy all the way to the very werehouse you had been held by queen Alicent until your concession to her demands. He caught up with the boy and held him up by the collar with an unamused expression.

"If your plan was to waste my time, boy...You'll be hanging skinless from the Red Keep !" He threatened and the boy seemed on the verge of breaking into tears as he stammered back.

"N..No, my pr..prince ! I would never ! M..My name is Gavdiish and I..I came to you to get s..something out of my chest. I just heard Y/N was f..flayed and I..I'm sorry. I just..I was worried about her and..wanted to help her. Tell the truth. But, your m..mother wouldn't allow it."

Aemond frowned in incomprehension at the boy's words and tilted his head to scrutinize the boy further. He didn't seem to be a threat and if he was lying—or the whole things turned out to be a scam—he would simply put his earlier threat into execution. He let go of the boy and asked.

"Tell the truth ? What truth ?"

The boy gulped before pointing to the werehouse behind him and explained.

"Th..This werehouse has been in my f..family for years. Queen Alicent asked me to k..keep her there..Ethel. She had to t..tell you she b..betrayed you. But, she d..didn't."

Aemond looked at the werehouse and felt his heart ache at the idea you had spent 3 months in there.

"How can I be sure that you are telling the truth ? And why didn't you say anything before ?" He asked the young boy suspiciously who looked away guiltily.

"The q..queen told me not to and that pr..prince Aegon would p..punish me. Ethel coughed a lot of blood and flowers. I still have them in a bucket. Queen Alicent said she was c..cursed. B-But Ethel called for you. Every night. In her s..sleep. That's why I c..came to you." Gavdiish stammered back and Aemond's eyes widened at the realization. Suddenly, everything made sense. His mother knew that to win the war ahead and put Aegon on the throne, they needed a strong alliance. She was going to force him into a loveless marriage to keep the Targaryens on the throne and keep the legacy clean.

It was only at that moment that Aemond understood his mistake and ran back to the castle. His Ethel...You had never wished to deceive him—but save him. You had simply feared it would end in a war where he wouldn't have survived. He ran even faster and wished upon all the gods—the old and the new—that he wouldn't be too late.

His heart squeezed in his chest at the selflessness of the one he had dared called selfish.

"Hold on, my love. I'm coming."

Back at the castle :

You were walking around the castle and taking care of the walls—making sure to avoid any Targaryen family member on the way. You were almost finished with the dining room when you heard the door slam open. You froze and looked up—only to see Aegon standing there.

"Ah ! Here you are !"

You shivered at the notion that he was looking for you and cast your eyes downwards to avoid the prince's gaze. You had done everything they wanted. You had broken Helaena's and Aemond's trust. What more could he possibly want from you ?

"You were in my brother's company yesterday...He took your maidenhead, didn't he ?"

You didn't answer—but the prince was stubborn. He grabbed your wrist and made you look at him before giving you a malicious grin.

"Remember. My brother did promise I could do whatever I want to you once your virginity gone. And, now that it's out of the way ?" He slammed your head against the mahogany table and your air supply was cut off. "I can do what the f*ck I want with you..."

Tears brimmed in your eyes and you clutched your fingers tightly. He was a beast. It wasn't even a few hours after Aemond's leave, and Aegon hadn't wasted any time to put his threat into execution. He was going to have you. And the worst part was, you couldn't even protest.

"...Now, how about you apologize for your last night's behavior ? Or, do you value your life so little as to refuse ?", he taunted and you closed your eyes. You had been stripped out of all dignity and now, he wanted you to apologize.

You turned around to refuse, but before you could, prince Aegon had slammed your head against the hard surface of the mahogany table. You were so shocked—you didn't even think of resisting against his iron grip.

"APOLOGIZE !", he seethed and you closed your eyes before finally submitting.

"I..I apologize, my king." There was great shame in capitulating in front of Aegon Targaryen. He had beaten up Helaena, he had threatened you more times than you could count and the sole knowledge of his existence made you feel sick...

"Nah. I don't believe you. Maybe, you could do something else to show how sorry you really are ?" He emphasized his intentions by pressing his back against your rear and your eyes widened. You reached forward for a flower vase to smash it upon his head—but Aegon anticipated it. He grabbed your arm and no matter how much you cried or begged, he didn't let go. You wanted to turn around to slap him—but he held in a vicious grip. You wanted to scream and call for anyone to save you—but you knew nobody would. Aemond was gone. Helaena wouldn't help you, and Linda would only be executed for interfering.

You were alone.

Or, so you thought...

"UNHAND HER HIS INSTANT, YOU PIG !" When Aemond entered the room, his eye bulged out of its socket at the sight of his brother on top of you. He immediately pulled him off you and sent him flying against the nearest wall.

King Aegon seemed terrified now and Aemond barely had the time to make his way to you that you collapsed in his arms. He sat you down on a nearby chair before returning his hateful and merciless gaze on Aegon. He wanted to kill him. He had thought of it many times before..But, it was the first time he was actually considering giving in to his selfish desires. He wanted him to crawl for forgiveness. He had dared tried to convince him of your treachery—when he was the most treacherous of them all...

"Aemond ! What is the meaning of this ?!" Queen Alicent came in, having been alerted of the commotion—followed suit by Otto. Aemond was furious and could only see this room filled with traitors and sinners.

"Ah ! Mother. Grandfather. Welcome. You're just in time. I was about to call you to claim a felony. The worst kind. A conspiracy to get me away from Court."

Alicent's eyes widened and she tried to interject, but Otto stepped forward instead.

"Aemond...Why do you speak of treason ?" He asked—more intrigued than angry.Aemond sent a nasty glare at Aegon and jutted out his chin before seething through gritted teeth.

"King Aegon admitted being the active participant of a plot to get rid of me."

Aegon's eyes widened in shock and he shouted.

"LIES !"

Aemond huffed a bitter laugh, as this was the very word he had shouted the day he had announced him of your so-called betrayal. However, Aemond then added.

"He stole my heart and locked it away so I may never find it again. He spread lies about her and made me forsaken her when she was only trying to protect me...He wanted me to go. He wanted me out of the kingdom, and he wasn't the only one..." Aemond turned towards queen Alicent to glare at her with his teeth clenched together. "...Isn't that right, mother ?"

Aemond had only ever had love for his mother, but he was now seeing a part of her he had failed to notice. He had been blind...But, Alicent Hightower was as much a dragon as the rest of them. She just hid her scales and fangs better.

Queen Alicent didn't look away, she jutted out her chin and took a step forward—unashamedly admitting to her devious plot.

"Yes. I was made aware of your foolish plans to run away together. I had to act before you did, as it would have tarnished our reputation. A prince. My son. Running away with a servant. A nothing." She spat angrily—her true face being unveiled to her children who witnessed the monster behind the glamor. Aemond stared at the red-headed monster before him and took a step back in disbelief. So, it was true...All this time. All those secrets...You had been innocent from the start, and he had defiled you with his words and acts—when he should have showered you with love and affection.

Aemond didn't even realize when he drew out his dagger and let anger get control over him. His eye bulged out of his socket as he gave a circular glance around the room. None of them seemed surprised by the news. None of them were innocent...His mother. His brother. His grandfather...Liars. You woke up just as Aemond raised his dagger and was prepared to kill everyone in the room—starting with his mother. But, you suddenly lunged forward to stop him. You wouldn't let him kill his own mother to save you.

"NO ! DON'T !" Your words seemed to bring him back to reality as he felt your hand wrap around his wrist. You had awoken and had tears in his your eyes. Tears...Oh. Sweet Seven. He had brought tears to such lovely eyes, he had called you awful names, made you crawl on the floor...He had defiled you.

You loved him.

You always had. And he had dared punish you. He had dared taint your wings with blood and sorrow.

His dagger clattered to the floor as he wrapped his arms around you, shaking and out of breath. He had turned worse than his own brother—who was now standing near their seething mother with a self-satisfied smirk.

"So...Is that what you have been reduced to, Aemond ? Threatening your own family because of some girl ?"

Aemond glared up at him and his anger turned into venomous words that he hoped would choke his brother to death.

"It is no threat. I shall kill you, brother. You dared hurt and threaten to take something that was rightfully mine. We are far beyond threats now..."

Suddenly, his brother's smile faltered before he huffed a laugh of disbelief.

"You wouldn't..."

Aemond suddenly pulled away from your embrace and stood up before Aegon with a defying glimmer in his eye.

"I am a kinslayer. Remember. What is one more Targaryen out of this world, hmm ?"

Aegon was about to answer when Helaena entered, her brow furrowed as she saw her family reunited and yourself—your eyes puffy and red. She was about to ask what was going on when Aegon suddenly grabbed the dagger that had fallen earlier and pulled you against him to put the sharp end against your throat.

"Brother. Husband. What are you doing ?" Helaena gasped in horror.

"Shut it ! I do not owe you an explanation !" Aegon spat before turning towards Aemond. "I AM THE KING ! I WILL KILL HER ! I WILL SPILL THIS WHORE'S BLOOD ALL OVER THE FLOOR AND YOU WILL ALL BE A WITNESS TO WHAT HAPPENS TO PEOPLE WHO DEFY THE KING !"

He was guided by survival instinct and fear. He knew Aemond was strong and could easily kill him, but he would take the source of all his problems with him. He was tired of all this pretending. They weren't even a real family. He never even wanted the bloody throne. He had even offered it to Aemond, but the fool had refused. Too bad. He would have maybe done a much better job than him.

All of the other Targaryens were now focused on the both of you. You knew Otto and Alicent wanted him to put an end to this madness and kill you, but Aemond wouldn't let him live if he was to kill you. It would be a lose-lose situation for him—no matter the outcome.

"Aegon...Drop the knife." Aemond said sternly, but Aegon shook his head—his own eyes filling with tears.

"I am tired...brother. I am not as strong as you. I wanted what you had. I wanted someone to love me...Why is it that you always get the good things ? I am the king, am I not ?" His voice broke at the end. He had seen the joy in his brother's eyes, thought he could feel the same...But, all he felt was that same terrible feeling of emptiness inside.

"Why bother ? That's what you wanted, isn't it ? Well...Let me give it to you, brother. Let me give you my throne. My life. My CURSE ! IT IS ALL YOURS !" Aegon suddenly released you and, before anyone could stop him, slit his own throat. But, he didn't feel the pain. He only felt bliss. It was over...A blissful smile took over his features as he tumbled forward. It was over.

Alicent was the first to react as she let out a blood-curdling scream and cradled her boy's face in her hands.

"AEGON !"

Your eyes watered and your hand flew up to your mouth in horror as you slowly turned your face towards Aemond who was staring at his brother's body with a wide eye. When your eyes met, your whole body shook by the blank expression on his face. He was livid and you thought he was about to pass out at any moment. He hadn't meant to go this far.

You knew and both Helaena and yourself came to his aid as you kept him straight. For the first time, he didn't try to hide his emotions as a single tear rolled down his face.

"Gods...What have I done ?"

You and Helaena looked at each other and nodded in agreement before carrying him outside. But then, Alicent's wrathful gaze fell on you and she roared.

"YOU ! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT !"

She took the dagger from her son's hand and stood up—rage blinding her. Her eyes were glassy and seemed to gleam with insanity as she pointed the dagger at you. Her hands were strained with blood that she already wished to coat them with another. She was truly a formidable woman...But, you wouldn't let another person die tonight—that it'd be yours or any other.

You stood forward, but Otto who had stayed silent so far, spoke up.

"Daughter. Stop this instant."

Alicent's eyes didn't leave yours as she spat with a pain-filled voice.

"SHE DESERVES TO DIE !"

Otta sighed and—to everyone's surprise—took his daughter's wrist and forced her to drop the knife. She was about to protest when she saw the look Otto was giving her. It was one she hadn't seen in a long time...Since her mother's funeral.

It was one of defeat.

"It is over, Alicent."

There was a finality to his tone and finally, everything clicked. You now knew that all this hadn't been Alicent's doing, but Otto's. The puppet master. He had planned to get rid of you and had convinced the rest of the family to end your relationship with Aemond so he may become but another pawn to this sick game if thrones. Your fists clenched as you glared at him, but he only gave you a mild look of indifference in return. He wouldn't answer for his felony. You knew as much.

And now that Aemond may become king, he had to switch strategies. It was all just a game for him and when he suddenly bent the knee in front of Aemond—you could measure just how much the man's shadow seemed to extend, twice as big as him. Backstabber.

"Long live, king Aemond Targaryen."

Aemond's eyes widened at his grandfather's words and when he looked up at you, the smile you gave him didn't match your eyes. The bastard had won anyway. Now that Aemond would become king, there was nothing you could do...You would never be able to run away together.

Otto looked up and saw the silent exchange.

He smiled.

Long live the king indeed...

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Feline Instinct

Miguel O'Hara x Reader (Catman Miggy)

A gift for @miguel-ohara-lover , hope you enjoy. Red eyes blinked awake at the alarm, Miguel turned over in his bed, sighing in annoyance. ‘Mm… Lyla, turn it off… Off, Lyla.. ‘m awake….’ The alarm silenced itself, the covers stirred and Miguel dragged himself from beneath them. Rising up to his full height, he stretched with a low groan of exertion, claws clicking out as his fingers stretched and toes curled into the soft carpet. Still half in the world of dreams, Miguel sauntered into the bathroom, lights unneeded, his sensitive crimson eyes saw well enough. He rubbed his tired eyes and yawned again, staring at his reflection in the mirror; sharp fangs, red eyes, handsome features, messy hair- ‘Aaa-uhhh?!’ He blinked at his reflection, hands tenderly reaching up to run through his hair, assuming it was just the illusion of a tired mind. They did not flatten, they merely twitched at his touch. Miguel watched his expression turn into a look of confusion, then to mortified horror as fingers explored them. ‘… I must be dreaming. I’m still dreaming…’ He shut his eyes, counted to ten and opened them again. The dream did not end, he was still very much awake. Then caught a glimpse of the soft sway from behind him. He reached back, hand tracing along bare skin, then catching along something else, running along the length of silky softness. ‘What the shock…?’ He swallowed, the horror of it all still settling in his chest. Cat ears and a tail. ‘… Great.’

It wasn’t unusual for Miguel to be up and about long before you. You felt the bed beside you; still faintly warm with his presence and snuggled up to his pillow, the familiar, comforting scent of him. Finally dragging yourself out of bed, you found Miguel in the lounge, sat on the sofa. It was, however, unusual to see the look of unease in his eyes, and, despite how it was the height of summer, he was wrapped up in his familiar white hoodie, the hood pulled up and low over his face. Red eyes looking at you in silent worry. ‘Morning, Miggy- what’s wrong?’ ‘Nothing’s wrong.’ He answered almost immediately, fidgeting on the sofa, fangs nipping on his lower lip. His discomfort only became more apparent with each passing moment, and peaked as you perched yourself in his lap, pulling him into a gentle hug that he reciprocated. ‘Mm, something’s bothering you... I can read you like an open book. Why are you keeping you hood up…? I’ve seen your bed hair before.’ You reached up, and his hands trembled at your wrists, put did not stop you. Eyes closing in reluctance as you pulled the hood back, revealing his mess of hair and your eyes widened at the fact that his ears had moved, and were now atop his head, pointy and fluffy. You stared for a time, then the tiny, excited squeal escaped you and his ears perked up sharply at the noise. ‘Oh my god…!’ You laughed, thrilled at the sight, Miguel blinked up at you with self-pity evident in his gaze. ‘Miggy, you have cat ears!’ ‘… Well spotted.’ He grunted, shifting in his seat once again and leaving you scrambling to grab onto his shoulders as he threatened to unbalance you from your place on his lap. Finally, he sighed in relief as his silken tail escaped from where it had been trapped between the sofa cushions, swaying softly against the backrest. ‘Y-you have a tail too?! Mig, you’re literally a big kitty!’ At your excited exclamation, he looked away sharply, cheeks tinging pink. ‘Ay, cállate!’ He grumbled, the polar opposite of your thrilled delight.

He had not moved, sulking on the sofa, head in his hands, his ear occasionally twitched at every little noise you made as you paced around with joy in your heart. ‘I… don’t know how this happened, I don’t know how to fix this… I need to do DNA tests, I need to check what’s been meddled with and… go forwards from there… One step at a time…’ The coffee table clinked as you finished your work. Miguel’s red eyes peered up from between his fingers, curious. ‘There you are.’ ‘You’ve got to be shockin’ kidding me.’ Both your eyes and his looked at the small bowl filled with soft white. ‘What? You don’t want a saucer of cream? For a good kitty?’ ‘No.’ His response was immediate. Somehow you managed to keep a straight face with the look Miguel gave you; bitter, annoyed, eyes narrowed. Moments passed in silence; Miguel’s eyes glanced to the cream before him, then back at you then. Then his tongue flitted to wet his lips briefly. Miguel composed himself a second after, sitting up straight, giving you a very serious glare, he likely reserved for whatever his day job actually entailed. How ever could a man be so mysterious…? ‘I want it in a glass.’ You smiled and picked it up, ready to agree to his demand.

‘Can I touch your ears?’ ‘No.’ ‘Please, Miggy? Please? Please, please…?’ You watched him inhale deeply, and exhale a slow calming breath, red eyes looking at you with a maelstrom of emotions swirling inside his gaze. He blinked, then his head slumped forwards as he relented. ‘… Fine- Fine! Briefly. Very briefly.’ Elated, you reached out and let your fingers brush across his fluffy ears, feeling them twitch at your touch. They were very real, warm and soft. You followed them down to where they reached his base of his head. The thought swirled into action and you began to scratch gently at the base of his ears. Immediately Miguel tensed, eyes blown wide and he swallowed, hand trembling as he seemed to be in two minds as if he actually wanted you to stop. ‘N-No…! Stop… Stop… Mmngh-!’ You gasped as he leaned into your touch, his ear twitched, tail swished, and a low, rumbling purring began to escape from his broad chest. ‘Literally purring… A-adorable…’ His claws clicked out, fingers raking holes in the cushion covers, and his left leg began to twitch, foot thumping against the floor. ‘Hnnnnghh… Don’t you…. Shockin’ stop… S-so good….’ Indeed, you did not stop; enraptured by his reaction, the purring that rumbled in his chest, even as he began to claw deeper holes in the cushions, lost in some strange, feline bliss. It was only when Lyla popped into existence, standing on the coffee table with hands on hips and pouting, were you finally distracted enough to stop. ‘As delightful as this is- and as much as I’m going to play all this back to him when Miguel thinks you’ve forgotten all about it- I’m afraid Mr O’Hara is now running behind schedule. Kindly stop scratching his ears and stop him ruining the furniture. Miggy, you’re late for work.’

It had taken quite some time, scouring the unfamiliar streets of Nueva York to locate a shop that could sell catnip. It was more of a cursory curiosity than an actual interest; what would your feline boyfriend be like when exposed to catnip. Would it have any effect at all, or would he be rendered completely out of his mind for hours after? Did it count as drugging your boyfriend? It was probably for the best that your mission had been entirely unsuccessful. Downtown was not the safest place to be, even in the daylight hours. Fortunately, you had a saviour watching over you, a guardian angel all your own. You had only turned the corner, determined to leave the gloom of downtown behind, and looked up to the roof of a nearby building; there he was, clad in red and black, hands on hips, masked face staring down at you. Spider-Man. ‘My hero…!’ You called up at him, arms spread out in greeting. Spider-Man adjusted his weight from one foot to the other, impressive chest puffed out, arms tensed. Muscles straining against his skintight suit. He always was one to show off for you. If you weren’t already deeply in love with a devoted man… Oh, how you’d spend a very, very long time showing your appreciation of his majestic physique. “Hey, I’m open to receiving thanks. Just remember; the mask stays on.” That had been his response at the last flirtatious compliment you had passed to him, fully expecting him to gently reject you, and since then he had become something of a guilty pleasure of yours; nothing had come of it, but fantasies were fantasies.

He leapt down to you with that familiar, inhuman grace, leaping off walls, scraping gouges in the walls as he went before landing effortlessly and stretched up to his towering height once again. ‘Come to pay more personal compliments to your hero? I’m right here…. Go ahead.’ He spread his arms out, welcoming you to approach his embrace, voice low, smoky, for your ears only. ‘My hero, you’re wonderful…’ You murmured into his chest as he pulled you close, huge hands spread across your back as he rumbled in delight. Almost like a purr. You looked up, seeing that masked visage looking back down at you, crescent eyes narrowed. He was different today; his mask was distorted, stretched into twin peaks at either side of his head. Like something… ‘Hmm?’ Those red crescents widened in concern. ‘What’s wrong?’ Like…. Cat ears. ‘… Miguel?’ You heard his breath hitch, felt his entire body go tense. Your hands wandered down his broad back, to that sinfully narrow waist and then you feel the brush of his silken tail against your touch. ‘… Miguel. It’s you.’ ‘I… I, uh, think you’ve got the wrong impression.’ At his attempt at deflection, your eyes narrowed, tone serious. ‘Miguel, unless we’re having an outbreak of catmen, I know it’s you.’ He sighed in irritation, one hand leaving your back to pull off his mask, confirming your suspicion. ‘Shock these shocking ears!’ He growled, lifting you with effortless ease to pin you against the nearest wall and press close, leaving you pinned between two very places as your scrambled to wrap your legs around his waist. He gave you one last piercing glare before leaning into kiss you deeply. Still, at least you didn’t have to feel guilty about the fantasies anymore.

You blinked awake, finding yourself bundled back in that familiar soft bed in Miguel’s apartment, uptown Nueva York. The sheets were tangled around your legs, and beside you, half-lidded red eyes watched you. ‘… Good dream?’ Miguel rumbled, voice husky with sleep, he blinked as the little smile crossed his features. Your eyes ran over his face, his hair, the wild locks, almost untameable. Yet there were no cat ears to be found upon his head, only his very human ones in their proper place. ‘…. Mm… Had a dream you were a catman… You had some lovely ears and a nice, fluffy tail…’ ‘Oh, well… That explains why you were purring in your sleep.’ He laughed softly, smirking just enough for his fangs to peep out. ‘.. ‘n you were Spider-Man, Mig… I found you out because of the ears.’ Miguel scoffed in amusement, one strong arm moving over you and softly pulling you closer against his body. You snuggled into his embrace with a delighted sigh. ‘Go back to sleep…’ He murmured, watching you for a time, before looking up, eyes flitting back and forth but settling on nothing in particular. Miguel O’Hara considered it strange, how dreams could touch on truths yet unrevealed. He would have to chase the notion of his identity from your mind as nothing but the fancy of a dream. Flirting with you behind the mask was just too much fun.

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