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ovaryacted · 5 months

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FORGOTTEN DREAMS

PAIRING: DI!Leon x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: Coming back from his mission to Alcatraz, Leon wasn't expecting to have old desires from his past haunt him at his current age. Being his partner, you comfort him and try to fulfill his hidden wishes.

CONTENT/WARNINGS: 18+/MDNI. NSFW. Smut. Porn with some plot. Angsty at the beginning. Brief talks of trauma. Established relationship (Leon & Reader are engaged/married). Assumed ages (Leon is 38, Reader is an adult so 25+). Breeding Kink (reciprocated both ways). Mating Press. Creampie. Unprotected sex (p/v). Oral Sex (f receiving). Dirty Talk. Multiple Orgasms. Domesticity. Intimacy. Relationship conversations.

WC: 3.6k

NOTES: Hey, surprise surprise. I don't know where this came from, but I just started thinking about older Leon as a dad, and paired with me ovulating, I came up with this. Wanted to get something out before the end of the year, so I hope you like it. Happy New Year from wherever you are! Comments & reblogs are always appreciated!

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Leon always believed he couldn’t have the things he’s always wanted, that he was destined for a life of misery.

Ever since that night in September all those years ago, he’d lost hope of the idea of the American Dream, a fantasy that was destroyed by the horrors of the same country he was forced to serve and protect. He once imagined his life would be different, living in the suburbs in a house with a white picket fence. Perhaps he’d have a pretty spouse, a few kids, maybe even a dog, he was always fond of bloodhounds and golden retrievers.

But of course, that wasn’t his reality.

So he accepted his fate the moment he miraculously made it out alive from Raccoon City, letting go of any control he had to change his life. He didn’t expect to live this long in the first place, foregoing any extensive plans for a future that remained uncertain with every mission he was sent on. No matter what he did, he remained stuck in a never-ending loop of dread, constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop to be released from the torment of a life he did not choose to have.

That was, until he met you. He didn’t know how he managed to get so lucky to experience a sense of normalcy in his life, albeit it felt like he was always dreaming, waiting for the moment he’d wake up and see you slip away in his arms.

But you didn’t, you never left.

Leon wakes up every morning with the opportunity to take a glimpse at your sleeping face, taking every feature you had into memory. You granted him the chance to experience domesticity, something that was foreign to him at first, but he got adjusted to it and quickly began to crave it. You were what he wanted, a chance at peace in the hellscape that was his life. And over time, he didn’t have a doubt in his mind when he popped the question and happily slipped a ring on your finger when you told him yes.

Having someone waiting back at home was another added motivation for Leon to make it out alive, to return to you. All he ever wants is to be able to fall asleep in your arms after a long day, to have his head nuzzling into your neck and hear you giggling when his stubble tickled you too much. It was what he needed, and he silently thought that after all this time, as long as he had you he’d be happy.

That was why when he came back after his mission to Alcatraz, his new thoughts began to take him off guard. The same desires he had buried for so long slipped out of the crevices of his mind and began to plague him. The desire for more, for the things he never thought he could have. It was like his biological time clock was quickly turning into a ticking time bomb of anxiety ready to explode if it were suppressed any longer. He already had more than what he bargained for, he was alive, he had a home, and he had you. That should be enough, more than enough.

So why does he want more? Wanting anything else felt wrong and undeserving, so he never vocalized it. But you could tell something was on his mind and had been bothering him since he had returned.

It first started with the longing stares, where you’d often catch Leon looking your way a bit too fondly, as if he were taking you in for the last time before looking away. He was always an affectionate person, at least around you, but he was growing clingy. He was never that far away, usually holding your hand and caressing your fingers, cuddling up with you, and stroking your body whenever he could. Not to mention the sex, it was always passionate, always fun, and enjoyable, but recently it was as if Leon did it so frequently with so much vigor that you almost got worried.

No matter how calm he seemed, you knew him well enough to read him by now, and the small changes in his behavior showed you that something else was going on, that he was acting differently.

“You’re thinking again”, you stated matter-of-factly, watching Leon stare off in the distance as he rubbed his bottom lip over and over again. Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, bringing him back to the present as he glanced at you.

“I’m getting old”, he said with a sigh, rubbing your legs that were currently propped up on his thighs from where you lay on the bed with him.

“You’re not getting old, you’re getting older. Big difference”, you commented, hearing him chuckle under his breath. That wasn’t entirely what he meant, but he didn’t know how to say what he wanted without possibly scaring you away or jinxing himself.

“Are you happy? With me I mean?”, he asked you the question in a soft tone, not to signal that he was unhappy with your relationship, but rather he was thinking about something regarding you being together.

“Of course I am. You make me happy. I wouldn’t have said yes if that wasn’t the case”, you told him reassuringly, moving closer to him to hold him by the cheek.

“I guess what I’m asking is are you happy with just me, just us”, Leon said the question as if he were afraid, and you raised an eyebrow to gauge his reaction.

“Leon, if you want to get a pet or something we can. I think a cat would be kinda nice”, you said to him, and he looked at you with a wide grin before he laughed, actually laughed. For a second you’re assuming you said something wrong, but when he regains his bearings, he grabs a hold of your hand and runs his thumbs over your knuckles.

“Although a pet sounds good, that’s not exactly what I’m talking about”, he offered you a smile, giving you a second to think harder about his suggestion when he could see the lightbulb going off at the top of your head.

Kids?

“You’ve been thinking about kids?”

“Is it bad that I am?”

In a way, the revelation that Leon was thinking of having a family was surprising and took you off guard. When you met him, he initially struck you as a family man or someone who would want that down the line. So when he told you that wasn’t on his mind nor a goal of his, you took his word for it and stayed with him because that didn’t bother you, you loved him anyway. Now, it seems that he’s had a change of heart, and it sparked your interest.

“Well no…I don’t think it’s a bad thing. Thought you told me you never wanted them?”, you asked him, leaning into him closer and putting a warm hand on his chest.

“I said that because I didn’t think I could have them. But since coming back from Alcatraz…I don’t know, I keep thinking about it”, he shrugged under you, not meeting your gaze and looking down to the floor.

“I wanted a family when I was younger, but with all the shit I went through I just didn’t think it was possible, or that I could have it. So I simply forgot about it. But now..it popped back into my head and I’ve been thinking about it for a while”

Your eyes softened as you looked at him, seeing the gears turning in his mind.

“It’s probably the old man hormones or something, I must be having a mid-life crisis”, he was joking, trying to use his humor to downplay how he felt, the way he usually did when he was dealing with something that made him uneasy.

“Babe, if you’re thinking about having kids you should’ve told me. I don’t mind you know, I think it’s endearing”, you whispered to him, now holding his face in your hands and offering him your warm gaze.

“So you don’t think I’m crazy for wanting them? Now of all times? I don’t think I should be wanting more than I already have”, you shook your head at that, knowing that Leon would feel guilty for having desires, that he had no room to be selfish.

“I think you deserve to have everything you want, regardless of what they may be. And if kids are on the list, then that’s okay, it’s what you want”, you were speaking to him in a confident voice, the one you used when you were trying to gently knock some sense into him.

“I don’t even know if you want them, with me anyway”, his eyebrows furrowed, hellbent on the assumption that you wouldn’t think twice about avoiding having children, much less have them with him.

“You aren’t the only one who’s been thinking about them you know”, his eyes widened at your confession, and your smile turned a bit sheepish.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously. Guess the hormones are also working overtime for me”

Leon blinked once, then twice. You fixated on the way the blues of his irises shifted, reminiscent of the clear sky after a storm had passed. But in reality, what you were looking at was hope interwoven in his eyes, a rare emotion that you’ve only seen a handful of times.

“Is that a yes then?”, you could see the way his lips began to curl up, an optimistic grin plastered on his face now, looking for an answer that would calm the excited beating of his heart.

“If you want to try, then we can try. And whatever happens, happens”, you reassured him once more, feeling him sit up straighter on the bed to kiss you on the lips.

“I love you, you know that?”

“You’ve told me a few times, but I don’t mind reminders”, you grinned at him, finding yourself tackled to the bed the next moment with laughs filling the room.

The next few days felt like a blur, basking in the domestic bliss that otherwise would’ve been a rarity for Leon, he found ways to keep you occupied.

Just like he did now.

Currently with your back on the bed, Leon’s head was between your plush thighs, lapping away at your cunt sometime at noon. It was Sunday, a day of rest meant to hide away from all of your responsibilities and chores. But of course, Leon had different plans when it came to keeping you busy.

“Fuck Leon”, you said with a loud moan, a light layer of sweat covering your body as your fingers yanked at his head, bringing him closer to where you wanted him. Leon groaned against you, tongue curling around your pulsing clit and forcing an arch in your back.

He already pulled one release out of you earlier, right after he found you on the couch wearing nothing but a worn-out T-shirt of his you stole years ago. He couldn’t help but fall in between your legs, head against your chest so he could listen to your heart beating in his ear. The comforting rhythm put Leon at ease, his hands running down the length of your thighs and kneading at your skin while you watched whatever show was currently on the screen. You looked at him from the corner of your eye, already seeing the mischievousness he had written all over his face.

“What are you doing?”, your attention moved from the TV screen to the top of his head, focused on the movement of his hands on your body.

“Nothing”, he told you playfully, his hands were already slipping under the edge of where your shirt covered the top of your hips. He shifted higher up to place a kiss on your lips, moving to your neck and nipping at you gently.

“Just keep watching your show”

It was the last thing he told you before his fingers found refuge in the welcoming warmth of your pussy, rubbing at your clit as you quickly forgot about the plot twist happening in front of you. He was a distraction, as he always was, but you’d never turn him away, you couldn’t even if you tried. And now, you were willingly paying the price of his affection.

Heat started to build up in your lower spine the more you felt Leon’s mouth on you, his needy tongue flicking against every sensitive spot you had before burrowing inside you. It was muscle memory for him, knowing exactly what to do and how to make you fall apart with skill. With every moan you gave, every twitch and shake of your body, Leon drank it all, trying to drown himself in the intensity of your pleasure whenever he had you like this. In between your legs, sucking away at where you needed him most, it was where he belonged.

Your hips were against his face, grinding into him and having his nose press into your clit again, pulling another airy whimper out of you. His hair was wrapped around your fingers, trying to listen in to the shameless sounds Leon made when more of your slick entered his mouth. To him, you tasted like honey, sweet on his tongue like molasses. It was something that curbed his sweet tooth, completely addicted to a taste that only you created when he made you feel good.

“I’m gonna cum, fuck f-fuck”, you didn’t need to announce it, Leon already knew from the way your walls were pulsating around his tongue that you were getting close.

Slipping away from your clenching hole, his tongue went up to run circles against your nub, sucking at it in pulses and snapping the rope of tension in your gut. Your breathing remained stuck in your throat as your second release ran through you, your shaky thighs pinned to his broad shoulders and his mouth continued to prolong your climax. He didn’t stop until the waves of your orgasm calmed down and ebbed away, where only a light pleasurable numbness remained and a dumb smile was left on your face.

No longer feeling you convulsing around him, Leon gave your clit one last kiss before coming back up from between your legs, matching your smile with one of his own. Plush lips covered in your essence, his charm radiated off of him every time he achieved the feat of making you cum.

“Feel good?”, he said teasingly, meshing his lips with yours with a pleasant hum. His tongue curled around your own, giving you a taste of yourself that you graciously took and reveled in.

“I feel good, but I can feel better”, you drew away from his face, giving him a smirk and tugging him closer to you by the waistband of his briefs. With a sneaky hand, you slipped your fingers underneath the soft cotton, gripping his hard length to touch him properly. You heard him grunt again, his breath hitching when you took his earlobe between your teeth and whispered at him.

“I want you inside me already”, you practically purred at him, a shiver running through him followed by another chuckle. Your vulgarity wasn’t new, but it was always something Leon found amusing.

“Yeah? You need me to fuck you sweetheart?”, he wasn’t asking you necessarily, more so reiterating facts that didn’t need your confirmation. Because you did want him to fuck you, you needed it and he knew it. Your hazy eyes watched as he stripped off his briefs, instinctively opening your legs for him, a silent invitation that you craved more.

“Want you to fuck a baby into me”

For a second Leon froze, his eyes widening at your words as they rang in his head. The phrase alone did something to him, brought out a new primal instinct he didn’t know existed until now. It festered carnal lust deep in his gut that shot in two directions, up towards his chest with his heart beating rapidly, and in the opposite way where all of his blood began rushing down south. He blinked at you, the blues of his eyes darkening to a sharp cobalt, and in the next second, he was on you so quickly it almost gave you whiplash.

The tip of his cock teased your entrance with two rubs before being sheathed deep inside in one easy thrust. Your body gave no resistance, welcoming the feeling of Leon stretching you out just the way you liked. Strong hands digging into the back of your thighs, he pushed your knees down against the mattress and closer to your chest, letting him slip that much deeper into you and leaving you gasping underneath him.

Dragging his hips back once before slamming back into you with intention, Leon fucked you without restraint, pinning you down against the mattress and ruining you for any other person, past, present, and future. He didn’t change his pace, filling in every possible gap, his dick hitting your deepest spots and kissing your cervix with every push and pull of his body. You swear you could feel him trying to breach your womb, the thought alone turning your head to mush. The urge of wanting him to leave his mark inside you grew like never before, your eyes rolling to the back of your head with another broken sob coming from your lips.

“Gonna fill you up. Is that what you want?”, he muttered, huffing out a breath and pounding his hips into you harshly to where the room filled with an audible skin-slapping sound.

“Yes, yes, I need it so bad!”, you felt him shift, forcing your knees down until they were parallel to your ears and effectively putting you into a mating press. His torso leaned more into you, caging you in and taking in your fucked out face with pride.

“Need me to breed you? Fuck a baby into you, huh?”, letting go of one of your legs to press his thumb against your clit, he rubbed against it and felt you clench around his cock. Your grip on the bedsheets tightened, bleary eyes looking up into him as he fucked you with determination.

“Yeah, I’ll make you a momma don’t you worry”

He said it like it was a promise, a sacred vow he didn’t plan on breaking. It was harsh fucking that was usually reserved for whenever you were both stressed and pent up. But now he was on a mission, making it his personal goal to not stop until he gave you what you both desired.

In the back of his mind, he was imagining what you would look like pregnant. The soft expanse of your stretched-out tummy that continues to grow as your child develops along with you. He pictured the way your body will start to fill in a bit more, becoming more soft and curvy in spots you didn’t consider previously. The heaviness of your breasts and the changes in sensitivity when they filled up with milk, something that he can’t wait to see and taste for himself. Every image that filled his head only made his cock throb and his thrusting intensify.

“Gonna look so pretty, all round for me”, he was lost in his thoughts, mumbling to himself and driving into you so good he hit that soft spot tucked inside. Your mind had turned to static, his words only bringing you that much closer to the edge and your legs shaking from how they were bent.

“Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up, make sure it catches, right here”, he placed a finger right underneath your belly button and pressed into your skin, the friction of his touch rapidly sending you into your next orgasm unexpectedly.

Throwing your head back against the pillow, you couldn’t warn Leon when you felt yourself coming again for him, your walls flexing around him and a wail filling the room. His thumb continued to stroke tight circles on your clit as he fucked you through your release, thrusting sloppily against you before cumming inside with a resounding grumble of your name. His hips were flushed with yours, grinding into you until he had nothing left to give, panting against your neck and kissing your nape.

You felt Leon slip out of you, gently putting your legs down back on the bed and his spend starting to drip down your thighs. With two of his fingers, he collected some of his release that spilled out of you and pushed it back inside your body, plugging you up with his digits to make sure none of it would dribble out.

“Can’t waste it, hold it there for me”, he said, making you keen and grip him tighter. Drawing out his fingers, he brought them to your lips, grinning when you wrapped your tongue around them to lick off the remnants of his taste.

“You think this one did it?”, you asked him tiredly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to give him soft pecks, growing clingy and wanting more of his affection.

“Hopefully, but there’s nothing wrong with a little more practice”, Leon smirked at you, giving you a wet passionate kiss and rekindling the flame of desire once more.

You knew that he wasn’t going to stop until he gave you what you both wanted, a happy family in a happy home. Of course, you had zero complaints, you’d do anything to make him happy and give him what he deserves.

Maybe just maybe, Leon will get his dream after all.

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ladythornofrivia · 6 months

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Kingdom of Fire & Blood || (Part Five)—Revised

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summary: aemond spying on the reader as she meets the council. council meeting gone wrong.

pair: aemond x reader

warnings & disclaimer: smut, violence, p in v sex, sexual content, aemond being arrogant, modern reader doesn’t know how the world of GOT works but is a Aemond stan, praise kink, breeding kink, spitting kink, voice kink, fluff, angst—family drama, oral sex, hate sex, stalking, jealousy, virginity loss, obsession, reader being sassy and aroused, sweet moments with reader and aemond. Reader is a huge GOT & HOTD fan. Pro-Green, Reader is a green supporter. Aemond becomes king instead of Aegon. (P.S. Alys who? I only know Aemond x Reader)

Chapter Five: The Council

~Aemond's POV~

Hidden in the secret pathways, he was sure he was slowly losing his breath. Not because the profoundness of the Blacks and Greens have attended, or the conversation he has heard in countless times. Or the fact when Aegon volunteered himself to watch the council within to pass of as entertainment. Alicent insisted on her sons to stay put. As always, they behave. Especially the new encounter in King’s Landing.

As much as Aemond hated to admit, he couldn't abide anymore to what's in store for the council, especially to a certain name he expected to hear.

“I still don’t know what you find so special about this girl,” Aegon commented, peeping through the secret view from the secret tunnel.

Swallowing, Aemond paid him no mind as the meeting was about to commence.

“I thought you prefer to a company of older women,” Aegon added.

On his thirteenth nameday, Aegon has taken the young Aemond to Streets of Silk. His innocence is ruined by the time he returned back to the Red Keep.

“Quiet,” Aemond said, not facing his older and drunken brother, now that Aegon carried wine in a pouch. “We don’t want mother to scold us again, do we?”

“Daemon is here,” Aegon whispered in his ear with dismay.

With certain guests like Daemon came for one thing. To question.

“But our father isn’t present,” Aemond said. "Even if he is, I doubt he’ll live to see the forging tale before us.”

“Who cares about him? He’s in his bed, slowly dying away even when he’s already a rotten corpse.”

Aemond ignored him.

“This might be a chance for us to survive from the fate of our house,” Aemond whispered, but Aegon is unsure and oblivious to what Aemond meant.

The moment the doors droned a creaking sound, the council ceased their talk and focused on the main objective they have been longing to grasp.

You, appearing as miserable and beaten, limped legs dragged.

It was quite clear either Otto—or Daemon—ordered the guards to escort you.

Aemond held his breath. He has seen countless women in the Street of Silk, but has never seen like a strange aura exuding, something he can’t quite put. He has seen many women in tourneys and gatherings and ceremonies, he has seen them in training yards for a good long look of his training, and gardens and lavish gatherings and lessons with the septa—all are stiffened with false courtesies and sweet smiles. But the air of your presence filled him with conundrum, raw and ethereally indescribable he couldn’t pinpoint to how he reckoned you, regardless of exchanging words once.

His eye laid watching the soft sways on your locks and cinch of your waist clung tight nightwear. The suppleness on your skin somewhat bruised. Other than that, you’re in your broken state; bandaged and eyes averting to look below.

Watching you tossed your hair over after the guards pinned you down, the twinge in his chest lightened. As soon as he learns your name, he’ll endow you. But quickly faded when he spotted to how their mistreatment.

"What in Gods’ name happened to her?" Aemond muttered.

Aegon discerned Aemond’s eager impatience.

“Patience, Aemond,” Aegon said, eyes twinkled at your quiet presence. “You wouldn’t want your special lady to be feared by you if you show yourself again.”

Aemond leaned in back to mutter Aegon’s ear. “Perhaps it’s you who’s impatient.”

Only Aemond could watch afar, despite the distance is at its proximity between the secret walls. Soon, he abided, await for your lowering gaze to come alight and basked in glow.

~Your POV~

The guards released you after a sudden drag they put you from your deep sleep. Men in the council weren’t the only thing to watch out for; at the corner of your eyes, the guards were there, Daemon is also present in the council.

“At last,” Otto stated in quiet merry. “I was afraid you might not show.”

Still drowning under the influence of Milk of the Poppy, you said nothing but you head bobbed in sleepiness; shaking on the inside; your hands clamped in cold sweat, rubbing your palms altogether, gawking your lulled eye down on the ground.

You said nothing; eyes narrowed in drowsy exhaustion.

“We’d like to ask you a few questions regarding to your first arrival at the Red Keep,” Otto informed, wearing the sincerity of his smile. Daemon, on the other hand, observed you by the pillar; his posture was exteriorly calming in a calculating way. You’d think meeting with the cast is a good for setting up pranks, but turns out the meeting is set for an intimidation. In other words, King Viserys is nowhere to be seen.

“You’re well aware to why you’re summoned in the council,” Otto asked.

Without looking, you felt the eyes of the council members and the guards sent their pierced gazes at you before you responded, “I know.”

“The King wishes to acquire of your existence,” Otto resumed. "But he's ill, as of late. Would you kindly introduce yourself to the court of the small council?” he demanded.

The sky outside the Red Keep thundered.

Over your veiled face and bandage from your tousled hair, Steady, you eyed on each member, not knowing on who to look; you didn’t want to make a miscalculation that could lead your early demise.

Beside you, Alicent’s hues sparked with encourage; a tiny curved quirked upward upon her lips.

Behind the council walls, there was none other than green shadows of her sons. Although while Aegon peered with amusement as Aemond with intrigued notion. Darting your eyes at Aemond, the sensation in your body faltered with alerting thrill and admiration. Without realizing, corner of your melancholic lips twitched, one dimple dented, but reformed back to a scowl, bandaged hands, your back slouched as your hands folded and rubbed altogether.

Drowsy, your head threw back in lazy gesture, released a heavy sigh, your vision blurred.

Otto inclined back in his seat with his hands folded, attentive. “Might I acquire ask to where are you from?”

Your heart thumped.

“Based on your accent, you neither sound like one of us as Westerosi. Are you from Essos?”

Subtly, you shaken your head.

“Great Moraq? Leng? Quarth? Yiti?”

You licked your parched lips, eye frantic below your lap. “Where the fuck is my cigarette,” you hissed.

Startled, the council is confused with your question.

"I beg your pardon?" Otto spoke, stunned.

“I'm not going to give the answer you wanted unless I have my belongings,” you answered, your quiet voice deepened with loudness, lounging back against the chair frame as your arms resting on the armrest, you head tilted back against the frame. This time, your eyes pierced directly, knowing this information you’ll provide won’t take overnight.

Otto unyielding eyes shot back. “Whatever it is, you can retrieve your possessions back after you answer, my lady.”

You scoffed.

Meanwhile Alicent whispered—inquired Criston where your belongings are.

After a couple minutes passing, the knight returned with none other than your clutched purse.

Sweeping your hair back, huffing as you gave the council members the glare.

The council exchanged concerns.

Otto conceded. “I’d like to say my gratitude on saving my granddaughter. However, I would like to know how you got here into Westeros. More so in King’s Landing.”

You paused and adjusted yourself in the seat again, putting your folded hands on your lap. “Look, I don’t know how the fuck I got here. I went to a party, got drunk and then slept on my bed in my apartment. The next thing I knew that I was cold and wet, and someone pulled me over back to the shore from drowning at Blackwater Bay; I was unconscious for two days until the third day and then I was being chased by three men in armor.”

“Do you remember what house they’re from?”

You leaned your back and pondered. From what it appears, it’s all too hazy until it struck. “No. But this one knight saved me from them—Ser Remon Blackwood.”

“Must’ve been the Brackens chasing after her,” Daemon concluded. “Damn Brackens and Blackwoods never cease to shed grudge and the indulgence of their pettiness.” Daemon darted his unpredictable glare at you. “What I want to know is how in the Seven Hells did you survive? Or was it Ser Criston who murdered them in Kingswood?”

Some council members collectively gasp in silence, rather in a quiet outrage, anticipating.

Gritting your teeth, you explained, “For the record, I only saw Ser Criston when I woke up, when he took me to King’s Landing. Before Ser Criston found me, those three men were hunting me, saying that I should be bred with their children, called me a whore—one said he wanted to eat my flesh after done raping me and then other said whoever makes me scream the loudest wins and give birth,” you answered. “In return, I stabbed them in the knees, cut their cock off, then disfigured one man’s face with the knife. Is that good enough for you or should I spell it out for you?”

Each and every one of their faces blanched.

“Why aim for the knees?”

Your long locks shielded your good eye. “They exposed their weak spot.” The corners of your lips twitched.

“Is it true you found her in the forest, Ser Criston?” Otto asked.

Criston’s shoulders shrugged. “It’s true. She was lying on the ground when we reached to the exit, all smothered in bloodshed.”

The silence collectively ensued, replacing with coherent whispers.

“Knights often had armor on their knees, even their cocks.”

“I’m certain she’s a wildling.”

“For Gods’s sake, Wildlings would never set their foot here, not even King’s Landing!” Daemon is annoyed by the other council’s statement.

“You’ve never been into the Wall,” one council member said.

Daemon folded his arms. “No, but I heard stories of their customs—filthy animals they are as they come.”

“You mentioned Ser Remon Blackwood,” Otto said, facing you. “He managed to pull you back out on the shores from Blackwater Bay.”

Your voice lowered. “He did.”

“From what I’ve gathered, when Alicent and Rhaenyra saw you in the Maester’s room, your peculiar clothes and your hair are covered in dark sand, you were at Dragonstone while unconscious at the time?”

Everyone was looking at you intently.

“I was.”

“On that night, there was an occurrence that awoken the dragons—the whole Westeros. Nobles and common folk often talk for the past few weeks, regarding to the incident. The green star befell from the skies and plunged into waters of the Blackwater Bay—in Westeros. Have you heard of it?”

Confused, you didn’t answer.

“Daemon was there, that’s when he last met Ser Remon Blackwood—Ser Criston saw to it.” Otto then exchanged glances with Alicent. “We were…I hate to be the bearer of news or gaining the notions of accusing. But…we believed that you’re the green star that fell from the sky.”

At the very least, nothing surprises you anymore. You were drunk at someone’s birthday party, then off to sleep in your apartment, but off to sleep and find yourself awake in the middle of the forest, in Westeros, is utterly mind blowing, but soon accepted the fate that’s been thrust onto you until the reminder.

You scoffed, your hand gestured in. “Wait just a damn fucking minute,” you interfered. “Whatever you’re thinking, you—”

“So you’re the one who causes my Caraxes to nearly bitten my hand off in half. My dragon couldn’t sleep well for the last few days,” Daemon fumed as he went closer to you. Daemon clutched the side of your neck, fingertips pressured. But you were unfazed.

“Fuck off,” your voice raised, eyes hardened, shoving Daemon away, but he wouldn’t budge, his clutch tightened on you.

“Daemon, spare her—she did no such treason; she protected and defended your life with hers on the bridge and the life of children,” Otto said, but you detected his sarcasm. Otto never cared for the Blacks.

Behind you, you felt a heavy presence towering over you. But no one was there, as if someone’s watching over you.

Daemon studied your features. “I find it hard to believe that a young lady like you who could fend off your opponents with a blindfold. Tell me, how did you manage to strike under such vulnerable condition,” His fingertips caressed you on your cheekbone, leading down on the side of your throat, thumbing across the smooth flesh.

Your hand clutched his, nails deepened.

“None of your goddamn business,” you answered, cold expression in your good eye unwaver, shoving his touch back in lenient motion; your body leaned back. “A little “thank you” for saving your royal, arrogant ass would’ve been nice.”

Daemon clicked his tongue and stepped back, giving you the broken knife you once held underneath the folded handkerchief. “You attacked the men in armor with this. You stole this Ser Remon Blackwood, didn’t you? The sigil marked on his dagger,” he seethed.

Quietude engulfed the air.

“Think what you like, princeling. But Ser Remon Blackwood gave that to me for protection. I promised him that I’ll give the knife back the next time I see him…”

Daemon shaken his head. “His body has been found, buried. His family were in mourning. Seeing them would consider to be the worst idea.”

Hearing Remon Blackwood’s death, you carried no hope or peace of mind. Instead, you sulked, but insisted on not showing the upsetting factor invaded in you. When you veered Daemon’s eyes, he could offer nothing but sympathy, but molded to indifference. Somehow, it left you clouded in anger.

“This is certainly a waste for our time,” one maester said. “We’ll never get information out of her!”

“Filthy as her mouth, spiteful as a venomous beast.”

“Surely she’s a born Wilding.”

While the council spoke over, nose scrunching, you assumed, almost sinisterly ill from the flips and coils in your belly, watching the young knight carrying on what it seems to appear—your clutched purse.

Your eye fixed on the object, glaring at the young knight, who was taking his sweet time to chat another guard—a report, you assumed.

At your attentive gaze, Alicent ordered the young knight in order for you to retrieve your belongings—all which are intact due to the quality of your clutched bag.

The young knight handled your possession, but as he called you, you stare into space, contemplating. The world you admire was starting to piss you off. You understood that you’re the outsider. With your unhealed wounds, what can you do? In a world of Westeros, men and women died often.

You stared into space so much that you didn’t sense others watching you. All you wanted was a peaceful sleep, but the guards are strong, with your weakened health, you fought them off, but they got the upper hand.

But each time their discussion extended, you rarely responded; blanked expression, white noise ringing louder, and concentration in your head afloat elsewhere.

Until—

You gripped the young knight’s hand, without looking back over your shoulder and twisted his fingers; he yelped, his body collapsed as you twisted his hand and arm farther with your good hand, with your position changed—then with both hands, you shifted—slammed his weight against the marbled table, his arms twisted on the back, leaving everyone standing in shock. The council collectively had their breaths inhaled, paled at the sudden shift within you.

“I said, don’t touch me,” you reminded him, voice darkened.

Criston tried to hauled you, but you resisted.

“He has your possessions,” Alicent begged, motherly as she sounded, while the guards prowled at your direction to arrest you.

At once, you released the young knight and reclined back to your seat. From there, you opened your purse after retrieving it, inspecting all your items are intact. He hissed, appeasing the pain on his hand. The council members slowly arrived back into their seats.

“Seems you’re no ordinary maiden,” Otto said.

You ignored him. “I haven’t had a chance to get a fucking break. I think you got the answers by now that I’m not from here. I’m neither a prostitute nor a foreign bitch or a Wildling from those places you mentioned, one that you people are accusing me of.”

Nobody moved.

“I don’t think you understand the occurrence, my lady,” Jason Lannister barged in with soft voice. “In fact, you have no clue to why you’re graciously summoned.”

“I didn’t know being “graciously” summoned in the meeting by guards dragging me out of the blue.”

“You don’t know what it’s at stake. You have woken the whole seven kingdoms in Westeros! And the dragons barely slept—flying about the skies and roared as if they’re dying. I suggest you start acting like a noble maiden instead of being a foolish common whore in Street of Silk,” Jason Lannister suggested.

In paused silence, everyone was waiting for your answer.

Opening your clutched bag, you took out your dragon lighter and the pack of cigarettes; lighting up the cigarette and blew a smoke as you turned away.

The council watched in astonishment as you held a foreign object in your hand.

“Where I come from won’t matter, and as far as I’m concerned I would worry about something else more important, if I were you.” Your eyes narrowed it almost shadowed.

“Father, she’s in no better shape. It would be best if we leave her for a proper recovery to regain answers,” Alicent said, giving you sympathy. “Dragging her from her bedside while under the Milk of the Poppy won’t do much good.”

You looked at her with a smile in gratitude.

Shutting his eyes, Otto rubbed the bridge of nose. “We will continue this tomorrow. King Viserys would like to witness the accountability of the young woman.”

The council absconded the meeting, as you watched them up and left, you did the same, leaving to your quarters, but the Cargyll twins followed and escorted back.

~Aemond’s POV~

Under a stricken of nightly hour in King’s Landing, after a long watch in the secret pathway, Aemond’s internal aggravation simmered and worsened as time struck pass. Hands flexed and fingernail scratched against the palm, recalling on you exiting the council, despite the Cargyll brothers kindly escorted you back to a spare room that Aemond assigned since your first arrival. He could never undo the memory of you.

Soon, Aemond learned that Daemon ordered them to a quick way “summon” you. Ser Criston and Aemond abducted the men in armor who mistreated you, yanking the sleeping guards buried deep the underground of Red Keep, only for their tongues to be cut and their bones to be bloody and fractured.

He got up and under the lavish wooden box, it contained in miscellaneous items. But underneath, he had the possession of your clothes—all washed and dried. No blood stains or mud was to be seen.

Once he gathered the materials, Aemond lounged back on his velvet chair near at the great hearth, not averting from the bright fire, clenching your attire in his arms, and lifted to his nose; a fainted scent of vanilla and strawberry wafted, aroused his cock.

His heart aflame, determined and tribulation all at once. He must have you. He must claim you as his only lover. He must claim you and your smile alone. His white flower, his hope, his wandering light. He must succeed.

No matter what.

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Courting the MC more specifically with a music. Both or our beloved Slytherins helping each other out. Can we do a Hufflepuff character cause I love the challenge of it. Thank you and good luck!

harana - sebastian x hufflepuff!reader x ominis

definition: means to serenade. an old courtship tradition in the Philippines that men do to formally meet and court women. Usually done by singing.

summary: After seeing the sudden rise of suitors after saving Hogwarts, Sebastian and Ominis go out of their comfort zones to top the other men in courting you. Even if it means getting to sing a little.

note: ahhh tysm for requesting !! not sure if this is what you meant but i immediately thought of my culture's old courting tradition so why not <3 i also love writing ominis and seb as two idiots in love who love vying for ur attention. the song below sets the mood and its opm (filipino music) and its v good ahhhh its optional tho! the song's abt a person falling in love w someone and finding them as their muse.

tags: reader is gender neutral despite the definition, fluff fluff, seb and omi are jealous fucks and being the slytherins that they are they get competitive, the end slowly descends to a crack fic cause its 3 in the morning, mentions of breaking kneecaps and homicide but its just ominis joking around, reader acting like a slytherin for a few seconds, reader is hinted to grow up in filipino culture but its just mentioning harana, other than that everythings by ur choice, seb and ominis insulting gryffindors BUT ITS NOT SRS ,,, ily my gryffindor readers, i love writing imelda as a menace, seb and ominis duet, im so fucking in love w them.

"That's the twelfth fucking letter I've seen today." Imelda eyes the letter on your desk in transfiguration class as the three of you enter the room. Poppy sends a harsh glare at the Slytherin as you busy yourself with examining the letter.

Do you think that saving Hogwarts and the fate of the wizarding world would lead you to this type of situation? Not at all. Sure you expected some type of attention— If anything, you wish you didn't receive any unnecessary ones at all but certainly Merlin has other plans for you. The result of being in Hogwarts' main spotlight has caused numerous heads to turn. At first, it was out of respect but then that same respect suddenly turned into something more.

You could hear whispers of attraction from your yearmates and the giggles from 3rd years as you roam the halls of the castle. It felt good for the first few days but now with the number of gifts and letters you're receiving, you wished you were once the 5th year who people regarded as a late bloomer and not worthy of their time.

You sigh as you read the letter, raising your eyebrows in amusement as it contained quite explicit details regarding you. You close the letter fast before shoving it in your satchel. "Hopefully, that's the last one."

"Ha!" Imelda scoffs as she sits down beside you. Poppy sits on your other side. "After that whole fiasco at the Great Hall, you think their fragile egos would allow that to top their chance with you?"

You let out a groan at the mention. For some reason, one of your suitors decided to send a howler to top the other gifts sent to you. Apparently the thought was the louder it is, the more it'll get your attention. He took it quite literally and you spent most of your lunch wallowing in misery as Poppy comforted you.

"I just pray there wouldn't be any more howlers screaming at Y/N's face. A bit of an overreaction must I say. Who would want to date that?" Poppy sends you a pitiful look. You pinch her cheek at her concern.

"These things are overwhelming— You think if I asked Leander to drink a polyjuice potion of me in exchange for blackmail on Sebastian, would he agree?" You turn to Imelda with a hopeful gaze. The Slytherin girl chuckled.

"I'd drink a polyjuice potion of you if you gave me blackmail of Sebastian." Imelda leans close with a mischievous gaze before backtracking with hesitance. "On second thought, I might just be bombarded with love letters and that goo goo eyes from Sallow and Gaunt so no I take it back."

"Goo goo eyes?" You let out a confused laugh. "Since when do they do that?"

"All the time." Poppy chimes in as she watches students slowly pile in the classroom. "It's quite fun to watch actually."

"No, they don't?" You incredulously reply as you glance back and forth at your seatmates.

"Yes, they do." Imelda retorts

"No, they don't."

"Yes, they do." Poppy puts a hand on your shoulder, whispering it slowly. You playfully shove her hand away.

"On a third thought actually, let me drink the polyjuice potion. I'd like to mess with the two and see their fucking reactions when I tell them I'm in love with Garreth Weasley." Imelda jokes as she nudges you with her arm. It might've been the best time for the subjects of the conversation to enter. You stop yourself from laughing as Sebastian winks playfully at you, walking towards your table and propping a leg on the elevated platform. Ominis follows behind him, smiling at the sense of your presence.

"You're in love with Weasley?" Sebastian gasps dramatically. Imelda spins around in surprise before scowling at the entrance of Sebastian.

"As Y/N." Imelda responds. Sebastian turns now to you with a raised eyebrow.

"Y/N's in love with Weasley?" Ominis adds more to the confusion. You roll your eyes at them. Poppy watches as the two men tense at the thought, waiting for your explanation. She thinks Imelda is right. This is quite amusing.

"No, I'm not. Stop twisting things." You correct them. Ominis and Sebastian visibly relax and it almost makes Poppy cackle.

"Then who's in love with the Gryffindork?" Sebastian seats on the seat in front of you, Ominis sitting beside him. "Oh yeah, before I forgot."

Sebastian turns around to you, placing a bag of chocolate frogs on your desk. You fall silent at the gift before smiling at him. Sebastian nonchalantly licks his lips before continuing. "It's from both of us."

"Both of you?" Imelda leans over to send a knowing gaze at Sebastian who flips her off.

"Thank you. I was supposed to get some on my trip to Hogsmeade later. You're heaven-sent." You giggle as you lean forward to pinch Sebastian's cheeks before ruffling Ominis's hair. The two only grumble in thanks, ears flushed red. Of course, you wouldn't notice, Imelda thinks as she watches Ominis fix his hair without even snapping at you for ruining it.

"No one's in love with Garreth. Y/N was just asking Imelda if she'd drink a polyjuice potion of them in exchange for blackmail on Sebastian, would she agree." Poppy explains as she leans back against her chair. Sebastian turns with furrowed eyebrows.

"You'd offer me over that?" Sebastian gasps, betrayed. You chuckle at his expression before glancing at Ominis who shrugs at the thought.

"It's quite a tempting offer." Ominis jests before Sebastian smacks his arm in retaliation.

"I mean if you spend a day like Y/N, won't it be so entertaining with the number of love letters they're getting?" Imelda places an arm on your chair behind you, sighing as she drums her fingertips against the wooden surface of the back of the chair. This catches Sebastian and Ominis's attention.

"What letters?" Ominis's voice is quiet but firm. You sit up, tense as if you've been caught doing something you shouldn't be doing.

"You don't know?" Poppy unawarely responds. "Y/N's the center of attention. Tons of suitors are asking for their hand. The gifts are horrendous so far though. Especially, that howler."

"Is that the same fucking howler I heard people talking about in the greenhouse?" Sebastian looks at you for confirmation to which you sheepishly nod.

"That's quite aggressive." Ominis huffs in annoyance. "Can't believe they would resort to unnecessary means of conveying feelings rather than just doing it properly."

"It's fine guys." You try to reassure them. "It'll die down."

"Do you take that as proper?" Imelda raises her eyebrows, eyes subtly glancing down at the bag of chocolate frogs on your desk. Sebastian squints his eyes to a glare at her.

"You ought to learn how to keep your mouth shut, Reyes," Ominis replies as he pulls out his quill. Reyes leans back to catch Poppy's eye before quietly mocking Ominis, repeating his words. The Hufflepuff laughs at her antics before sitting up at the entrace of Professor Weasley.

You catch Sebastian's hand moving back up and resting on your desk, palm facing up. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion as he seems to focus on Professor Weasley's discussion but the twitch of his fingers as he motions for you to give him something says otherwise. You try to give an extra quill at first but he shakes it off, then the chocolates, then a handkerchief but none fits what he's blindly requesting. So as a joke, you place your hand in his palm and surprisingly he curls his fingers to hold yours. It was an odd position but you smile at his cheekiness. He tilts his head to the side, smirking at you from the side of his eye.

The moment was short-lived however.

"Mr. Sallow, I advise you to focus in class and have your hand hold your quill instead." Professor Weasley shoots a pointed look at Sebastian and then at you. You smile sheepishly, hesitantly pulling your hand away.

The Slytherin boy only smiles innocently. "Apologies, Professor."

Ominis grumbles beside him, hitting the side of his thigh with his knee. The Sallow boy makes a show of holding his quill toward Professor Weasley who shakes her head in amusement. His eyes then look up to assess the room, finding multiple stares at him. Most of them were filled with jealousy.

Definitely worth it.

"You're a moron. An idiot." Ominis hisses as he pinches Sebastian on the way out of class. Sebastian yelps in pain as they stop in a secluded corner to allow Ominis to chastise him for his little act back at class.

"What? It was worth it!" Sebastian reasons as he rubs his abused arm. "The look on their face was hilarious. You should've seen them."

Ominis raises an eyebrow at him to which he chuckles. Before the two could ask you to hang out with them in the Undercroft, Poppy had immediately whisked you away, claiming that you two had plans for something back at the Hufflepuff common room. If being nice was a person, Sebastian thinks it's you as you allow yourself to be dragged away by the energetic girl. Imelda however was a pain in the ass as she gives the both of them with a knowing look and a wiggle of her eyebrows before moving along to wherever she's going— probably to fly her stupid fucking broom.

"I didn't know we had competition." Sebastian says as he leans back against the stone walls. His head turns to Ominis who does the same as him, fiddling with his wand.

"I mean why wouldn't we." Ominis blows a raspberry. It almost makes Sebastian laugh at how uncharacteristic it is but he knows better. Ominis is worried. "It's more understandable that they'd have more admirers now."

Sebastian nods in understanding as he now turns to face the almost empty corridor. The soft breeze from outside blew softly against their robes, tousling Sebastian's curls.

"Doesn't change the fact we're first, though." He smiles, nudging Ominis's shoulder with his own. Anyone who probably wasn't Leander Prewett would immediately guess the budding attraction these two had for you. Samantha Dale was the first one to point it out, and if she weren't Sebastian's dearest friend, he probably would cast an oscausi on her for being so loud with her teasing. The two kept it from each other at first before they both noticed things at the same time. How different the other acted around you. All it took was a hushed conversation in the Undercroft and your sudden presence as you entered the secret room with an excited smile as you gushed about your adventure with Natty and the Hippogriffs, that the boys had a silent agreement.

That they'd pursue you together.

Of course, it didn't hinder the fact that you might choose only one of them. So they agreed to not disturb each other's alone time with you or their individual efforts in pursuing you. After all, they were best friends first before you.

It didn't also help the fact that they haven't formally courted you yet.

"I heard from Poppy someone had given them a bouquet of roses in their common room. It caused quite a commotion yesterday." Sebastian scoffs. "Why are we now only knowing this?"

Well it was probably because they were deemed to be the rivals to have the best chance on winning you over. They had been with you right from the start and we're considered to be your dearest friends. Of course people would keep things from them.

"Anyways, did you get the thing?" Ominis tilts his head toward Sebastian's direction. "I still can't believe this is how we'll do it."

"It's romantic! Also, yes." Sebastian grins as he leans his body against Ominis. The blonde stumbles a bit to the side at the sudden pressure on his side.

"Get off me."

"No."

"I'm sorry I wasn't able to agree to our hangout a while ago. Poppy insisted her situation was too dire to ignore." You smiled sheepishly as you open the doors to the room of requirement. Ominis smiles in understanding while Sebastian whistles as he admires the place.

"Will never get used to this at all." Sebastian sighs dreamily, tucking his hands in his pockets as he stands at the center of the room. You promised to make it up to them before Poppy rudely dragged you away to your common room and when Imelda grudgingly approached them in the Slytherin common room with a message from you, they were quite ecstatic. The two made haste in gathering their things to meet you at the assigned place (Ominis made sure that Sebastian had the thing they needed before leaving).

They had been here a couple of times before. Once after that whole scriptorium escapade, You had said that it was only fair that you show them your secret hideout after they had entrusted theirs with you. Ominis tried to argue that it wasn't necessary, not realizing that you were actually leading them to the place but you had already pulled them in and shown the wonders of your vivarium before they could even have the chance to say no.

"Same." You breathed out before turning to them with a smile. With a skip on your step, you grab Ominis first and guide him to suit down at the lounge area located at the center of the room. It faced the vivariums quite nicely, allowing a glimpse of the happy creatures fluttering around in their dens. You then moved to the brunette who lets himself be dragged to the chair beside Ominis. "Wait here, I'll just feed them. Highwing's got herself a new offspring and Godiva's handling triplets. I'll be right back."

You spoke of your Hippogriff and Niffler with love and affection that it almost makes Ominis jealous but he only nods in understanding. 'Really, over a niffler?' Ominis thinks, pinching himself on the thigh as he hears your footsteps fade away inside the vivarium.

There's a moment of silence before Sebastian reaches over to slap Ominis's arm. The blonde yelps in pain. "What the fuck?"

"Are we supposed to y'know..."

"What?"

"To..." Sebastian makes hand gestures to which Ominis makes a deadpan face.

"To?"

"Y'know..."

"You do know I can't see you right?" Ominis grunts, annoyed. He could just sense Sebastian making weird movements with his hands from the way his robes ruffled against each other.

"Right, forgot. Silly me!" Sebastian laughs. He's been trying to piss off Ominis since this morning from making tasteless pun jokes to borderline harassing the poor blonde. Ominis has only had enough before he decides to result to homicide (jokingly).

"Keep making jokes like that and I'll break your fucking kneecaps off."

"Damn, you don't have to go that far." Sebastian moves his chair slightly to the right in fear of what Ominis might do.

"Keep your eyes peeled, Sallow," Ominis threatens like a fucking menace in society. "Disability is never a choice unless I inflict it."

"I'm sorry."

"Got that right."

"I'll be there in a moment!" You had emerged from one of the vivariums on the second floor. Sebastian and Ominis awkwardly smile at you, the brunette going for a wave as well. You smile at them before heading back in. The room had given you a way to easily travel between vivariums, giving you fast access to tend to your beasts.

Sebastian turns to Ominis and huffs before a determined look flashes on his face. "It's now or never, Ominis."

"Now wait a fucking minute—"

"You can do it," Sebastian grumbles under his breath as he apparates a guitar in his lap. He adjusts the instrument as he glances up at where you had disappeared. "Any moment Y/N walks through those doors and we don't do this now, we lose to fucking Leander Prewett. Would you allow yourself to lose to a fucking Gryffindor of all people?"

"No," Ominis replies as he grips his knees in nervousness. "That would be degrading... I don't like being degraded... Actually.... I change my mind, it depends."

"Depends on what?"

"... Nothing, just forget about it. Anyways, I would rather be stomped on by a troll than let Leander Prewett get a chance."

"Exactly! It's like getting stupefied in the ass." He furrows his eyebrows in determination as he reaches one hand to grip Ominis on the shoulder.

"You speak as though you've experienced it."

"... Things are better left unsaid, my friend." Sebastian smiles before they hear your voice again, this time coming from left vivarium. Sebastian smacks Ominis's arm before placing his hands back on the guitar.

"On three." Sebastian whispers before counting down.

The soft strumming of the guitar catches your attention. You had been trying to get Neo, Highwing's son, to stop following you back into the room after you had tried to tend to your patient guests below but now, you just wanted to investigate the sudden music filling your ears. You quickly make your way out of the vivarium, stepping into their vision as you gasp in marvel at the sight of Sebastian playing the guitar beautifully. You lean against the balcony railing, biting your lip as you pointlessly fail to prevent a smile from coming out.

It's Ominis's voice that even shocks you further.

Georgia, wrap me up in all your

I want you in my arms

His voice is magical and melodious. Like raindrops softly tapping against the window or the sound of a piano on a sustain pedal. Continuous and ethereal. You stare at him in awe as he continues to sing.

Oh, let me hold you

I'll never let you go again like I did

Oh, I used to say

As Ominis sings, your eyes catch Sebastian's eyes, never leaving yours as he expertly plucks the strings of the guitar. Your breath hitches as his eye never seem to leave you as you descend the stairs, slowly making your way towards them before stopping a few meters away from where they're seated. Then you hear Sebastian's voice.

I would never fall in love again until I found them

I said, "I would never fall unless it's you I fall into"

It's beautiful. The way Ominis's ethereal voice blends with Sebastian's smooth one. While Ominis reminds you of magic itself, Sebastian gives you the feeling of reality. The concept of it all. It sounds quite ironic with two concepts unimaginably relating to one another but in your world, it coincides perfectly. Two unintangible concepts make sense together. Just like you three. Vast differences and yet you had formed a bond like no other.

Your smile reaches to your eyes as you listen to their song.

I was lost within the darkness, but then I found her

I found you.

The strumming softly ends as the both of them lick their lips in nervousness. There was a moment of pause before you let out a soft giggle and clap joyously at their performance.

"That was wonderful!" You walk towards them, sitting on the coffee table in front of their seats. Sebastian and Ominis blush at your compliments.

"Do— Do you know what it means?" Ominis hesitantly asks.

You stare softly at the two. "It's harana, isn't it? You're both serenading me?"

Sebastian breathes out a shaky breath before nodding. "We've felt for you for quite some time now. We decided to pursue you together. Apologies if that made you feel overwhelmed."

"No. No! It's quite alright." You reassure them. "I'm happy that you've resorted to this method. It certainly brings back a lot of memories from home. The streets are always filled with music because of it. I wondered if I would ever get to receive one."

You bite your lip as you reminisce, your hands fiddling with each other. You let out a sigh before reaching out to hold one of their hands in yours. "Thank you. I'm glad you did."

Sebastian eyes furrow in confusion. "Are— Are you allowing us to court you?"

"Mhm."

"Is it me or?"

"Together." You nod as you glance back and forth at their surprised faces.

"Together?" Ominis whispers.

"Together." You repeat.

It takes a moment to process before both of them surge from their seats to hug you. You almost fall off but the Ominis's hand on your waist catches you. The three of you laugh.

"Well I mean, three is better than two, right?" Sebastian giggles like a schoolgirl as both he and Ominis lean back enough to be close to you and not hog your space with his weight. "I can't fucking believe this."

"Well, you have to." You smile before you smugly cross your arms over your chest "I was gonna let you two court me either way, I was just waiting for you two to ask."

"What if we hadn't agreed to pursue you together?" Ominis raises his eyebrow in suspicion. Your eyes playfully look away as you purse your lips.

"You have to." You shrug with a smile. "I'll make you. Besides, it's no secret that you two like each other as well. I have eyes you know."

The two blush once again at your observation to which you two laugh.

"Well, green has always looked better with yellow." Sebastian coughs as an attempt to recollect himself before smugly smiling.

"Unfortunately, I have to disagree." You sadly smile. "Imelda says we'll look like puke together. She's decided to call us that if we do in fact get together."

"Well, fuck Imelda." Ominis snorts. You giggle at his reply as Sebastian nods, agreeing with him in badmouthing your friend.

"Fuck Imelda indeed."

You decide to let this pass and fly over your head. Surely Imelda won't mind.

She doesn't need to know.

A/N: This took quite long HAHAHA but I had fun hehe hope this satisfied you anon <3 will be editing this in the morning gnight

#ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy x reader #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #ominis gaunt x reader #imelda reyes #poppy sweeting

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cosmica-galaxy · 6 months

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Do the boys have friends? Who do they hang out with and talk to outside of the human? As cool and fabulous as they are, they can't spend all their time obsessing over the human; that's just plain unhealthy! You've got to have a healthy balance between all of your friend groups! ^v^

Yes, they do actually! All the alliance members have some units they talk to outside of the human's influence. Usually members of their own faction. Such as Vee talking to the tv woman and her bodyguards regularly or Camron talking to Malco or the newbie group he first arrived with. DJ has a whole battalion of friends and buddies he hangs out with regularly. Buddy has gotten to know a few units around the base. Primarily the main trio, like Camron. They hang out from time to time, but his priority is usually the human and the pack. But he's not glued to their side like I make him seem he is. He patrols the territory of the base and does routine checks for any mimic nests that get too close to the base border for comfort. He also oversees any other camera mimics that join the pack after all the main guys do. Pal visits his old pack regularly! He flies out from time to time to go visit them and check on how his older home is doing. It's natural for speaker mimics to visit old nesting grounds and it's akin to him visiting his childhood hometown before he moved away to join the human and the alliance. It brings peace of mind to him that his old friends and elders, as well as their new youngins, are okay and out of bombing range of the skibidis. His old home is also called "sanctuary" by the way! Fiend...doesn't really have many friends. It's mostly because he's pretty introverted and very intimidating to the units. Whom avoid him whenever they can. He's a lonely soul deep inside, but how he was raised combats the desire to reach out and befriend others. TV mimics are solitary and don't meet up or pair up with outsiders...well...typically. How he joined the human was because he grew tired of the lifestyle. TV mimics also don't visit their parents once they're older. They get pushed from the nest and they have to make a living for themselves and survive. It's a hard-knock life for TV mimics. But when the opportunity to change his desolate lifestyle came to him in the form of a strange group of mimics traveling with, and being LED by, a prey item...he decided to take the chance and change his fate. So now, he's friends with the human. Even if he won't admit it, he's friends with Buddy and Pal too. They all filled that deep cold hole in his heart and he would sooner die than admit it. But the human knows.

#gamie99 #haxorus imp #hax speaks #cosmica galaxy #cosmica-galaxy #skibidi tag #skibidi mimic #skibidi toilet mimic

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Bloom into You Analysis: Chapter 2

As many people know, chapter one of Bloom into You ends with Nanami confessing that she is falling in love with Yuu. This is obviously a shock to Yuu, who had the misconception that Nanami was like her -- unable to feel love. Through the use of symbolism and foreshadowing, chapter two pushes this moment from a simple proclamation of love to a situation neither of the main characters, and a few of the side characters, can ignore.

Here's my favorite panel from this chapter (it was an easy pick), followed by the analysis below the cut:

Chapter two starts quietly, with Yuu sitting in the tub wondering what the heck just happened:

This is, for her, a totally natural thing to do given the circumstances of the day. As she reflects on her conversation with Nanami, the audience sees of flashback that shows how the conversation ended: with Nanami realizing that she had done something weird and backtracking it. At first, this seems like an odd choice from a narrative perspective. At the end of the last chapter, the audience sees the inciting incident; Nanami confessing her love to Yuu. Then, at the beginning of this chapter, the narrative seems to be walking that inciting incident back, returning the story to the status quo (somewhat) from before the confession. This is not entirely the case. But, to understand what the narrative is doing, we first have to take a step back and give it a moment to establish what this new pseudo-normal looks like.

So, the next day (or maybe a couple days later, the manga is not really clear on the timeline), Yuu and the rest of the student council meet at the student council room to celebrate a successful year, and the upcoming departure of their president and the current officers of the student council. Then, through dialogue, the soon-to-be former president asks Nanami if she is planning to run for student council president, proclaiming that she will win by a landslide. Nanami confirms that she is running. Then, another member of the student council asks Sayaka if she is running, a question she answers with a resounding no, before saying, "Like always... I'm just happy to stay by [Nanami's] side and support her" (v.1, ch.2, pg 8; emphasis original). Long term yuri fans will immediately flag this comment as suspicious for reasons we will get into a moment. While all this is going down, Nanami has pulled Yuu aside to ask her to be her campaign manager, leading to this moment:

This page is incredibly interesting because it is foreshadowing on several different levels. It is setting up the first major arc of the story, which the next few chapters will on. It is also creating a pretense for Nanami to spend time with Yuu, signaling to the audience that their relationship is likely going to develop. And notice who beside the two leads is on this page: Sayaka. Look at the disappointment on her face. It is incredibly clear that Sayaka expected that she would be Nanami's campaign manager over anyone else. And now, this freshman who Nanami has only known for a few days is getting the job? This is goes beyond foreshadowing, because there is a bit of a twist involved. From the outside, it appears that Sayaka is getting jealous because she is getting ousted as Nanami's best friend. In fact, they even have a brief argument about this later:

But, Sayaka herself, as well as people who have already read the manga, knows the truth. She is in love with Nanami and is afraid Nanami is falling in love with Yuu. It has been long established, in Sayaka's mind, that Nanami cannot fall in love and she therefore has no chance to be with her. So, she has accepted her fate, and has decided to be as close to her as friends as she can, and that will be enough. But now, she is reading between the lines and is starting to worry that Nanami has fallen in love, but with someone else. In the scene prior to this one, Yuu is contemplating why Nanami would pick her over Sayaka, and she comes to a similar conclusion. Regardless, Sayaka acquiesces, telling Nanami that she better not lose and asking Yuu to take care of Nanami. And, with that, Yuu and Nanami walk home together, presumably to strategize, which leads us to the conclusion of this arc.

As the leads girls walk away from the school Yuu gets the courage to ask Nanami about the awkward moment from the other day, leading to my favorite panel, and two incredibly significant pages of the story:

And this moment is why the narrative seems to backtrack away from the confession at the beginning of the chapter, and it is full of symbolism. But, to fully explain the significance of this moment, we have to look at what happens right before the kiss, starting below:

As Yuu and Nanami are walking, they approach some train tracks, which they cross. But, right after they cross, the bars of the train crossing drop. Here:

And here:

Now, this story does not fit the archetype of the hero's journey, but I am going to borrow some terminology from that literary device. In this moment, Yuu and Nanami are crossing a symbolic threshold. Think of the train tracks as a door. Yuu and Nanami are walking through that door, and the train track barriers dropping for an oncoming train signifies that the door is about to close. In the moments that the train arrives, Nanami turns, and as it passes she kisses Yuu, before confessing love to her again.

This moment has a weight to it that Nanami's first confession did not have. Before, they were both standing in one world, where Nanami's confession could disappear and they could both pretend it never happened. Now, they have stepped through a door into another world, one where Nanami's feelings are tangible in a way they weren't before. And, the door to their prior world has shut. There is no going back. From here, the story starts in earnest, and we are left in a very different place than we were in the first chapter. Now, instead of Yuu figuring this out alone, Yuu and Nanami are standing in the aftermath of what happened, together, as they wonder what they should do.

See you on Friday, January 10th, for Chapter 3! ^-^

Here's the bonus image for this chapter, which is about the pre-written speech Sayaka gave Yuu to read:

#spoilers #i guess #bloom into you #yuri #yuri posting #girls love #analysis #manga #I really like the panels where the girls get all in each other's personal space I guess

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Some ML fans are hoping that Season 6 will make everything from the season 5 finale clearer, that the finale is supposed to set up the next season. Respectfully, I disagree. Setting up the next season should be a secondary purpose of the finale. The primary purpose should be resolving at least some of the previously-built-up plotlines. Especially when the finale is supposed to resolve a multi-season arc, particularly in defeating the overarching villain and dealing with all of the plot points that were directly tied to them, particularly when one of the main protagonists (the villain's son) is left out of the whole thing and never told the truth about both his father (who he's finally started to stand against) and the villain he's been fighting for five seasons. Doing a poor job of wrapping up those plot points should not mean that the next season is left to deal with what should have already been tidied up. Sequel baiting should not override finishing the story that was already being told. There is a reason why Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice and The Amazing Spider-Man 2 were criticized for putting too much focus on setting up sequels.

Compare this season finale to Kingdom Hearts III, another "end of an era" installment and the resolution to the Xehanort Saga. That game put a lot of focus on setting up the next saga, but it never forgot what its purpose was. Everyone who was lost and left to a bad fate in previous installments was rescued and made whole. Each villain was given a proper sendoff, even the ones who we would expect to see again. Everyone got to face their particular nemeses again and in some cases vanquish them personally. (Roxas, Axel and Xion fought Xemnas and made peace with Saïx; Aqua and Ventus faced Terranort and Vanitas again, and Terra reclaimed his body and eliminated that incarnation of Xehanort for good; Riku AND Riku Replica overcame the physical manifestation of their dark past selves and mistakes; Sora and Riku (as well as Mickey) defeated Ansem and Xemnas once and for all, and they also defeated Young Xehanort even though the earliest version of the villain was unconcerned; and Sora, Donald and Goofy fought and defeated Master Xehanort. Re:Mind even gave Kairi the chance to fight by Sora's side and defeat another incarnation/Replica of Xehanort.) Now let's talk about the final battle. Sora, Donald and Goofy, with all of their friends helping keep Kingdom Hearts stable, fought and defeated Master Xehanort. Despite being barely able to stand, Xehanort did not want to give up, before Sora and the heart ghost of Master Eraqus convinced him to let go. What did Xehanort do then? He entrusted the light to Sora and gave him the χ-blade, then faded away to enter the afterlife with his old friend. Then Sora fixed everything, and went off to recover Kairi while sacrificing himself.

Would you look at that? Kingdom Hearts III resolved all of its major plot points while still setting up future conflicts. No one kept secrets from their friends, everyone had their moments of catharsis, the villain was not vindicated even if the game turned around to try to make his goals sympathetic at the last minute, and the heroes. Actually. Won.

Oh, and while there are still mysteries and things left to interpretation, the game still made a point to clarify what was going on in front of us.

A later episode in a season can make earlier episodes make sense, but it shouldn't be left to the next season to explain things that the season finale refuses to resolve. If the next season is necessary to make this season good, this season was not and never will be good.

#ml rant #ml recreation #ml season finale #kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts iii #there are a lot of works that one could compare to this show and have them rank higher than this #ml writing salt #ml writing critical #ml fandom critical

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Read your ask about The Tower ending and how it's sad and kinda deserving for people who got it. I thought it'd be better to send you an ask than to reply there!

This is something similar to what I had in my mind for a long while, I mean, how could people expect the new ending to be something happier than other endings? I understand if people wanted 'the happy ending' for all these years or they wanted to try out the new ending out of curiosity. But the things you have to do to achieve that ending are the exact reason why it shouldn't be happy.

You have to betray So Mi back out of spite because she betrayed you first or refuse her when she begs you to kill her, while you're fully aware what it means to leave her to the hands of FIA. That's something really terrible to do and it only makes sense that ending also gives V an undeserving fate.

I know some people are upset and disappointed at The Tower, but I'm glad it isn't something happy. I honestly didn't want it to be something better than all the main game endings when I learned Phantom Liberty will add the new ending tbh. Having to buy the expansion for the best ending sounds just bad. When people already have had their favorite ending for the different message it presents. Also there has already been one ending that many people including myself find positive and hopeful, which is The Star.

Oops, this ask got really long :')

You're completely right. I'm also glad we didn't get a 'happy' ending. V knew the consequences, especially of cheating death and honestly? You can share the same fate as Arthur Morgan in a sort of parallel: you realize your mistakes and see things/the world for what it is, decide to do better/make better choices, find redemption by the end and save who you care most about before your illness brings you back to death's doorstep. Or blaze of glory! I think all of the endings we can get are interesting and equal parts heartbreaking.

I do love how The King of Wands can be a beautiful segue into The Star (or other base game endings!). V choosing So Mi's life over her own (when anyone else in Night City would have been rightfully angry and/or surrendered her) is something that always pulls at my heartstrings. Showing So Mi that not everyone is out for themselves and can care about her beyond what she can do for/give them. It shows humanity, love and even forgiveness—what Night City sadly lacks.

My V wasn't angry for even a moment at So Mi after the truth came out. Just... disappointed. She was hurt by it but she was more afraid of So Mi dying than losing her chance to be cured. I think after Firestarter, there was a shift. The situation became more dire and desperate. Poor So Mi was suffering, barely surviving. I don't know, it changed after that scene in the van for my V. It became clear: get So Mi to the moon no matter what. So Mi wasn't her 'ticket' to the cure but V sure as shit wanted to go with her.

Broke my heart, shattered it into pieces. The relationship between these two has ruined me. I think V will miss So Mi more than she can ever be mad at her. To the moon and back, little bird. :'(

#cybervalerie #songv

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@idolbound: "What the hell are you doing here?"

Hawke looks up from where they sit in Meredith’s chair, feet kicked up on her desk as though they own the place. “Waiting for you, obviously.”

#stop i'm cackling #they would do this and i hate them for it #answered.#idolbound #v; is it fate or chance. ( main )#arc; act iii.#.01; idolbound

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@starless-aria said: >Fate OC 👀 Ayo?

@everglow-synth said: I may not know shit about shit when it comes to Fate, but if you ever need to talk OC stuff, feel free to hmu :v

Meet Queen Elizabeth the 3rd! Kind of.

I know, I know, it sounds weird, hold your horses - or your Corgi's, for that matter - and pull up a seat and listen.

So, this Queen Elizabeth isn't actually the Queen of England. She's my very first OC from my very first visual novel, My Girlfriend is the President.

Yes, it's a funny title, but it's so good. Even to this day I shill it. Here's the intro, for those interested!

So, my Queen Elizabeth was a young girl in a Japanese hospital; born with a terminally-ill condition, she wasn't going to live past her mid-20's at absolute best. Even with the advancements in medical technology, all it'd do is delay the inevitable.

However, it seemed that delay was what she needed; when aliens crashed on Earth and froze all the world leaders in cryogenic storage to repair them. When the world needed new leaders, two were chosen; Nippon, and Russia.

Britain, however, was left leaderless, along with a myriad of other countries. Having only done very basic research into those that ruled the world, it went unnoticed... Until revolts started to occur.

Using their mind-changing beam, aliens managed to subdue the chaos, though it quickly became apparent that they needed a figurehead to keep people in check.

Thus, she were chosen; not long left to live, so if she died, it would truly be of little consequence. A chance to live a better life, free from the impending doom of certain death, granted. Quu would alter her mind and memories the same way she did for Irina and Yukino.

This young Nipponese woman became the leader of the United Kingdom; Queen Elizabeth the 3rd, to everyone, including herself.

Deep in her mind, though, she knew something wasn't right; even with all the mind-altering therapy that they put her through, her subconscious just couldn't shake the feeling something wasn't right.

When she died - of natural causes, of course, according to the press - Elizabeth was reincarnated as a Servant in the Throne of Hero's; split into a few different classes.

Saber, Rider, and Pretender.

The main Queen Elizabeth is a Saber, who's Nobel Phantasm is "Ultimate Lie"; it impacts only herself, however, anything she believes will become reality, no matter if it's absolute truth... Or an absolute lie.

She will believe in herself, no matter what, because that's what she was imprinted to know. Her personality reflects this, with her playful and joyful motions, yet never once letting a crack in her emotional defenses show.

#{Out of Coffee;; OOC}#{Queen of Britannia;; Elizabeth}#Starless-Aria #Evervlow-Synth

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A Little Piece of Heaven: Part 4

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader (Fluff/Smut)

Summary: A chance meeting at a karaoke bar brings Adrian Chase, and excitement you never thought possible, into your life. (Crossposted to AO3)

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only

Author Notes: We've reached the final chapter! This story was built around the chance meeting at karaoke from Part 1 and the thought of, "What would happen if Adrian went on a really long mission and someone tried to move in on his girl while he was gone?" The rest of the story has been a delightful surprise every step of the way. I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it! 💜🖤

CW : Afab reader, smut (p in v sex) with protection not mentioned due to established relationship, some minor violence on Adrian's part (subduing someone in a choke hold), cussing, using Amanda Waller as a threat.

Word Count: 4,534

After a short pause, the police style pounding at the front door started up a second time.

You and Adrian completely froze in place; him holding his arms up with his shirt pulled halfway up over his head and you straddling his lap while completely naked, pulling his shirt off of him. The two of you even stopped breathing.

Did someone see him climb in through the window and call the police?

Your first instinct was to ignore it. Later, you would realize how utterly ridiculously this idea was, but your first thought was that maybe if you ignored it and pretend you didn’t exist, whoever it was would forget why they were there and go away. So, you stayed frozen. Adrian seemed to be following the same line of logic and remained frozen as well. But a few seconds later, the pounding on the door started back up for a third time but going for longer this time.

Without a word, you jumped out of Adrian’s lap and started putting on your robe. Adrian immediately pulled his shirt off the rest of the way, then started to shove all of his armor and weapons under the bed. As you were tying your robe and heading for the door, he was frantically trying to finish undressing so he could hide the rest of his gear. With your robe in place, you rushed out of the bedroom, closing the door behind you.

The pounding started again when you were halfway to the door, but this time, the person on the other side called out.

“Y/N! It’s me! You’ve got to open the door!”

You stopped.

It was Mark.

Your worry faded and was replaced by annoyance. You debated again on just ignoring it, quickly decided that’s exactly what you were going to do and was turning to head back to the bedroom when Mark started pounding on your door hard enough to actually start rattling it in the frame.

“I know your home! Open the damn door!”

At least he chose tonight to escalate things. You knew it was going to happen eventually with how he had behaved recently. It was the next logical step. That was the main reason why you were so anxious for Adrian’s return. Mark waiting in the hallways for you had made living alone, even just temporarily, severely uncomfortable. You had planned to tell Adrian about all of this first thing tomorrow after reunion sex and sleep, but fate had other plans.

And you were seriously pissed about that because fate was literally cockblocking you right now.

You jerked the door open and glared at Mark.

“Just what in the hell is your- hey!”

Mark pushed you to the side to storm right past you and into your apartment.

“Call the police!” he hurriedly said, sounding out of breath as he headed straight towards your bedroom. “I was on my way home from work and saw Vigilante climbing into your window!”

Perfect. Just perfect. Of all the people to spot Adrian, why did it have to be this asshole?

Mark threw the bedroom door open, hard enough it slammed into the opposite wall, and you heard Adrian squawk in surprise immediately afterwards.

“Who the fuck are you?” you heard Mark, of all people, demand to know.

“What the fuck?” you said as you came up behind where he was standing in the bedroom doorway. “You can’t just fucking barge into people’s homes like this!”

“Vigilante is in here! I know what I saw-“ Mark said, then he broke off to hurry further into the bedroom.

You followed him in and saw Adrian sitting on the side of the bed, slightly out of breath and red faced, and also looking extremely confused. He was only wearing his boxers and glasses, with a pillow on his lap.

Meanwhile, Mark had gone to your closet and threw those doors open now too, causing one to slam into the wall and the other into the edge of your dresser.

“Ah ha- the hell?” Mark said, looking very surprised when all he found was some clothes.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” Adrian asked, looking from Mark to you, calm but confused. “Who is this guy?”

Mark had pushed the clothes in your closet to the side and was now pushing at the back wall of it, like he was looking for some kind of secret entrance.

“That’s our new neighbor,” you explained to Adrian, rubbing your temples. “He moved down the hall right around the time you went out of town. Apparently, he thought he saw Vigilante climb in through the window just now. ”

“Whoa, wait, he lives here?” Mark asked, turning back to you with a surprised expression, then he looked back to Adrian with suspicion. “How come I’ve never seen him around here before?”

Adrian’s confused expression smoothed a bit, and he slightly quirked an eyebrow at Mark. You noticed his eyes switch from confused to calculating. He seemed to have realized what Mark’s game was and was now thinking a few steps ahead just in case there were problems.

“As I said, he was out of town for work and you haven’t lived here for very long,” you replied. “I don’t know what you think you saw, but we’ve been in here this whole time, and no one tried to come in.”

“So would you mind leaving now?” Adrian asked, shifting his position a little where he sat.

Mark had turned from the closet at this point, looking extremely confused, but smirked when he saw Adrian shift around.

“What’s a matter?” he said, taking Adrian’s shifting as anxiety or nerves. “Real men make you nervous or something?”

You rolled your eyes hard and muttered, “Yeah, fucking, right.”

Neither of the men seemed to hear you though over the sound of Adrian laughing.

“Not in the slightest,” he said brightly once his laughter died down, then he moved the pillow off his lap, showing the full tent in his boxers. “But my cock is harder right now than it has ever been in my life and it’s mighty uncomfortable. So, unless you plan to stay to help her out with it for me, I’d say you should get the hell out of here so I can go back to fucking my girlfriend senseless.”

It took everything you had to keep a straight face. Mark stared at Adrian, stunned. Adrian stared right back, a bright smile on his face, eyes still cold and calculating.

Rather than leave, Mark started moving closer to the bed.

“And what are you going to do about it if I don-“

Mark’s words cut off as he tripped in mid-step. He stumbled, but recovered, then he looked down at the floor.

“The hell is this?” he said, bending over, then coming back up with something in his hand.

Your stomach sank as you realized what Mark was holding.

It was the Vigilante mask.

When you had tossed the mask away, it had landed the middle of the room and Adrian had missed it while hiding everything else.

Mark messed with the mask in his hands, trying to figure out what it was. You and Adrian exchanged a look, silently communicating a plan with just a couple of glances. Suddenly, Mark laughed gleefully and started making a big production of holding it up and looking at it from all sides.

“Is this some kind of weird sex mask or something?” Mark said, smirking, tone filled with malicious teasing, as if trying to embarrass you both. “That’s just sick and weird. What fucking freaky shit are you two in-“

His voice trailed off as he finally held the mask up properly, facing it towards him as if someone were actually wearing it. The light of the ceiling fan glinted off the red visor.

Slowly, Mark looked up from the mask to Adrian, his skin beginning to pale. He suddenly seemed to notice exactly how well built your man is and notice his various scars that indicated old stab wounds and old gunshot wounds. From your perspective, it looked like Mark’s gaze met Adrian’s for a moment.

Adrian grinned at him.

Mark dropped the mask.

All of the remaining color instantly drained from Mark’s face, and he bolted out the bedroom. He was a lot faster than you were expecting.

Adrian was faster though.

He leaped from the bed and took off after Mark. You waited in the bedroom through the sounds of a brief struggle, then once those had faded, made your way out to the living room.

The sight that greeted you was about what you expected to see. About halfway between the couch and the front door, Adrian had ahold of Mark from behind in a chokehold and had forced the man down onto his knees. He was trying to struggle, you could tell he was desperately trying to get up, but the angle Adrian was holding him at, plus Adrian’s hidden strength, made this impossible.

“Run!” Mark choked out as you causally walked around the two to stand in front of them, your hands in the pockets of your robe. “He’s Vigilante! Go hide in my apartment and call the police!”

You looked down at him with a raised brow. “And why would I do that, exactly?”

Mark blinked up at you. You were looking down at him with a stern expression, your arms then crossing over your chest.

“He’s going to kill us!” Mark managed to choke out, unable to talk louder than a strangled whisper. “Vigilante is a murderer! Run! Get help!”

You could tell Adrian was just keeping him quiet more so than actually trying to choke him. He wasn’t letting Mark get enough air to yell, but he was allowing him enough to breathe shallowly and talk quietly.

“Don’t be ridiculous. You’re not a criminal, he isn’t going to kill you,” you said, rolling your eyes again. Then the memory of meeting Waller’s people flashed in your mind, and you got an idea. You met Mark’s gaze with your own. “Now, the people he works for, on the other hand, are a different story. I can’t say for sure what they will do to you.”

You saw Adrian glance at you with a quirked brow.

Mark was staring at you in disbelief.

“People he works for?” came his strangled reply. “He’s a fucking maniac! He doesn’t work for anyone!”

“Remember that press conference about the butterfly aliens a few months back?” you asked.

It took a few seconds, Mark had to think it over for a moment, but he nodded.

“Now, remember how Vigilante was named as one of the undercover agents working for the top-secret government agency responsible for all that?”

He remembered. Mark stared at you with wide eyes.

“These aren’t the kind of people you can reason with,” you said, and you crouched down so you were eye level with Mark. “Hell, they were here in person just a couple of months ago to talk to him, and to threaten me. Told me it was in my best interest to keep my mouth shut about all of this. They could come back here and arrest him right now if they wanted to. And yet they don’t.” You quirked your head slightly to the side, holding his horrified gaze with yours. “So now, what I can’t help but wonder is, if they’ll threaten me, his girlfriend of many years, to keep quiet about all this when I already have been keeping quiet it…what will they do to some random person off the street who tries to blow the whistle on his identity?”

There was not a bit of color left on Mark’s face after you finished speaking. You actually didn’t know it was possible for a person still living to be that pale. The struggling had stopped, too.

“But,” you continued. “If you leave right now, forget you were ever here and agree to never come back, I don’t see any reason to call Amanda Waller and tell her that Vigilante’s identity is compromised. Sound reasonable to you, Vig?

You looked up at Adrian then and saw he was staring at you. His eyes were wide with his pupils blown, his cheeks had a little bit of red to them, and there was an expression you had never seen before on his face. This was one of those rare times you couldn’t identify his emotions or the thoughts in his head. He cleared his throat before he spoke.

“Totally,” Adrian said, his voice a bit higher pitched than normal, so he cleared his throat again. “No one needs to know about any of this at all.”

You smiled at him, then looked back at Mark.

“We’re both in agreement,” you said. “What say you, Mark?”

Adrian loosened his arm that was around the man’s neck slightly and Mark began nodding his head rapidly. He also started babbling. You didn’t catch most of it, but from what you gathered, he was promising he didn’t see anything, wouldn’t tell anyone ever, would leave and never come back, and so on.

You gave a slight nod of your head. Adrian let go of the man and took a step back, giving Mark a little room but staying within arm’s reach. But all Mark did was scramble to his feet and bolt for the door, not even bothering to close it behind him. You followed to shut the door and lock it back up.

Just as you were about to turn to go back to Adrian, he was suddenly behind you, pressing you forward against the door. His hands slid around your body to start undoing the knot holding your robe closed as his teeth sank onto your shoulder. The fabric of your robe did little to dull his bite, and making you cry out.

“That little fucker,” Adrian growled into your shoulder. “Really fucking thought you’d be so grateful that he was concerned for your safety that you’d fuck him?”

“Probably,” you panted, tilting your head to the side as you felt his lips move up your neck. “He’s been trying to get in here for weeks to ‘hang out.’ Wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

“Well then,” Adrian said, pulling your robe open finally and starting to yank it off you. “I’m done pretending anyway. You’re fucking MINE and it’s time the world knew it.”

Your heart jumped up into your throat. You’d never seen Adrian get possessive before, not even when that “date” went wrong. But, then again, no one had really hit on you around Adrian before, or, if they did, they didn’t make their intentions annoyingly obvious like Mark had. It was new, different, and very sexy.

Once your robe was off, you could feel that Adrian had shed his boxers before ambushing you. His hard cock was pressing directly against your ass. Gripping your hip tightly with one hand to pull you against him, he took a couple steps back to pull you away from the door. Then you felt his other hand in the middle of your back as he gently pushed you over, bending you over against the front door. While you felt him line the head of his cock against your entrance, he gave you a couple of seconds to brace yourself against the door with your arms before slamming into you as hard as he could.

“Fuck!” you screamed; his thrust so forceful that the top of your head accidently hit against the door.

“Shitfucksorry,” Adrian grunted, bringing one hand up to grip your shoulder before setting his pace. His grip on your shoulder allowed him to steady you so you wouldn’t get knocked forward into the door again. “That better?”

All you could do was nod, speechless now after he entered you.

Adrian, on the other hand, was not speechless. He was never speechless. Not even as he started fucking you at a fast pace.

“Fuck, you feel amazing. Missed you so fucking much. Missed fucking you so fucking much.”

His words always worked both of you up, and the fact you both had been getting close earlier right before you were interrupted didn’t help matters. Adrian already had you both right at that point of no return. But you had something you wanted to tell him first before you lost yourselves and this was the perfect time to do it.

“I gotta say,” you managed to say, then moaned loudly as he thrust into you harder as the words left your lips, but then he scaled back down so you could talk. “It was really fucking hot seeing that, how easily you can just take someone down and fucking dominate them.”

Adrian’s grip tightened on both your hip and shoulder. You felt his hips stutter a little, making him break his rhythm for a few thrusts before he got back into it.

“No, you were the fucking hot one,” he grunted, punctuating the “you” with a thrust so hard you saw stars, then he scaled back again. “So fucking hot. Just fucking came in here like a fucking boss bitch, fucking scared the shit out of him. I could’ve cum just from listening to you take charge like that.”

The memory alone was enough to send Adrian over that last edge. You felt the exact moment he lost all self-control with the first of three incredibly hard thrusts that had you screaming into your arm. He didn’t scale back down after that, setting a rough pace as he used his grip on your shoulder to pull you back into him in time with his hips, getting as deep into you as he could.

Suddenly, the hand on your hip slid down to between your legs. You gasped as his fingers went straight for your clit, making your hips jerk forward into his hand.

“Fuck, Adrian, going to cum!” you nearly screamed, your body trembling uncontrollably.

“Cum for me,” Adrian panted, adding more pressure to your clit as his fingers worked it in tiny circles. “Cum on my cock. Let me feel how much you missed me.”

With the next thrust, Adrian switched from rubbing around your clit to rubbing the tip of his finger directly on it. That’s all it took to push you over the edge. You cried out, your pussy clenching around Adrian’s cock, making a stream of curses and praise leave his mouth.

“That’s it, that’s my fucking good girl,” he grunted, his grip tightening on you as the thrusting became erratic. “Cum all over my fucking cock. Fuck, I love fucking you so. Fucking. Much.”

Adrian was close; his thrusting had become frenzied, almost painfully hard, but you didn’t care. The door was rattling in the frame again, but you also didn’t care about that. The only thing you cared about happened two seconds later when he pressed down again on your overly sensitive clit, which made you tighten around his cock again as your second orgasm hit. He was only a couple of seconds behind, his cum shooting all into your inner walls. His thrusting slowed, his grunts turning to whimpers as you both rode out the high.

And that was only the first of many rounds that night.

This reunion resulted in your final notice from your landlady about noise. One more time, and you’d need to find a new place to live. As understanding as the 76-year-old woman was about your situation since she frequently drooled over Adrian herself, rules were rules and she had other tenants to keep happy.

This minor problem was solved after you told Adrian about it, and he unexpectedly asked you to move in with him.

“I think it would be safer now than living apart,” he explained. “I can protect you better at my house, plus Waller has both of our places under twenty-four-hour surveillance already, so there’s really no point in not living together anymore.”

You hadn’t even noticed the people watching your place. Adrian took you out onto the fire escape and pointed them all out to you. Two different vehicles parked in the street, plus a few seemingly random people milling about. But once you saw them, they were obvious, and you couldn’t unsee them anymore. You paid close attention next time you left the apartment and, sure enough, at least two of them followed you everywhere. It didn’t matter if you left via the front door or fire escape, they saw everything. They always kept a respectable distance though. Sometimes you’d even lose sight of them. As long as they left you alone, you reasoned, it would be okay. It had to be, really. It’s not like there was anything you, or even Adrian, could do about it.

Your lease wasn’t up for another three months, but this was a good thing in your mind. It gave you time and made the entire process of moving a lot less stressful. You would pack a couple boxes after you got off work, then take them over on weekends. Adrian started staying at his place a lot more that last month to organize and get it ready. It was a weird shift after living in your old place for so long and him staying with you most nights. You brought your cats over the night before the big move. They weren’t happy about any of it but were milling about the bedroom when you two left them in there to finish moving you over.

Since Adrian was still hesitant for you to meet his best friend and coworkers (you knew they didn’t know about you yet), and your friends were either working or worked nights like you did, you both were on your own.

Neither of you had ever driven a moving truck before, but Adrian managed to get the one you rented to the complex in one piece. Luckily, most of your furniture was cheap and not heavy. The only thing you two really had issues with was navigating the couch down the stairs.

Your landlady stopped by just as you were finishing your final walkthrough to make sure you didn’t miss anything.

“Ah, I have good timing,” she said as she made her way in through the open door. She eyed up Adrian, which made him blush and you stifle a giggle, then smiled at the both of you. “How did the kids do last night?”

“Trinity bit Adrian’s foot while we were sleeping,” you said. “She’s never done that before. Gary didn’t care, he slept by my head like normal. Scorpius stayed under the bed last night, but she was exploring when we left, so I figure she’ll be okay soon.

Your landlady nodded. “That’s good. It shouldn’t take them too long to adjust then. But anyways, have you seen the guy living in 408 recently?”

That was the assholes apartment. You suddenly couldn’t think of his name, for some reason. But now that she mentioned it…

“No,” you said, blinking in surprise. “I don’t think I’ve seen him in quite a while, come to think of it.”

“I figured,” she sighed. “His neighbors haven’t heard a peep from his apartment in a long time either. Damnit, I knew I shouldn’t have accepted his application.”

“Why? What’s he doing?” Adrian asked, perking up at the idea that the man might be doing something illegal.

“He’s almost three months behind on rent,” she said. “I went in about a month and a half ago just to make sure he wasn’t in there dead. It looks like he just skipped out and left all his stuff behind, furniture and everything.”

You blinked and did a quick calculation in your head. It just so happened to be roughly three months ago that the guy had inadvertently discovered the identity of Vigilante and had what they call in the south a “Come to Jesus Moment.”

You glanced over at Adrian with a brow raised, but the look of surprised delight on his face told you he had nothing to do with Mark’s disappearance.

“Really???” he asked, then got the biggest grin on his face, looking at you with an excited expression. “Huh. How about that.”

Your landlady raised her brows at Adrian then glanced between the two of you. Then her face broke out in the playful smile she got whenever she started flirting with Adrian. Despite her age, your landlady was still quite the looker, and so Adrian always got tongue tied when she flirted with him.

“You wouldn’t happened to have seen him around, have you, Adrian dear?”

Oh no.

Oh, dear god, no.

“Not since a couple of months ago when that dickhead decided burst in here, almost broke down the door and I had to-“

Was what Adrian managed to get out before you got over to him and clapped your hand over his mouth. He looked at you with confusion, then his eyes got wide when he realized what he just said.

You both turned in unison to look at your landlady. She was staring at you both with wide eyes. Then a slow grin came to her face.

“Well then,” she said, giving a slight nod of approval. “I think it’s safe to go ahead and start eviction proceedings.” Then she looked Adrian in the eye with a knowing smile. “You, young man, certainly know how to mark your territory.”

Adrian turned bright red at that. You couldn’t hold back your giggles this time. Your landlady beamed at the both of you.

With everything ready to go, your landlady saw the two of you out for the last time and you gave her the keys to save you an extra trip. Once the two of you were in the truck, you both broke down laughing. It took several minutes before you could drive, taking over behind the wheel for this leg of the journey.

It felt like appropriate news to receive on this last day of your old, still halfway separate lives together. To you, it felt like the same luck of Adrian’s that had led you two to that bar all those years ago and that chance meeting that technically shouldn’t have happened. It felt like that luck was giving you both one final blessing. Tomorrow would be the official start of your new adventure.

Adrian laughed his ass off about it the entire drive to his house. Or, rather, the entire drive home.

“This is, like, seriously a match made in heaven,” he said at one point through his laughter, reaching over to give your thigh a squeeze. Considering just how high up on your high he squeezed, you knew what was going to happen once you reached your destination. It would be a while before the truck got unloaded. “Vigilante kills people, sure, but have you seen his girl? She’ll run them out of town with only the clothes on their backs!”

At that point, Adrian had to grab the wheel because you nearly drove off the road from laughter. The truck narrowly avoided a USPS mail drop and a couple of parking meters.

Give one more point to dumb luck.

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