#why must all my best ideas come when I'm about to fall asleep like you couldn’t have given me more than that brain???
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The Umbrella Academy ideas that are stuck in my head (part 2): Training
A fanfic idea where Klaus was involved in his siblings trainings cause Reginald saw he wasn't making enough progress in is own and "You must contribute somehow Number Four". But no one knew what each others individual training involved cause they hated taking about it. But one day after the not-apocalypse or whatever the conversation gets brought up and one of them mentions that Klaus was involved in the their trainings and they all are like....wait he was in mine too. And Klaus is like "yeah, I always preferred your trainings over mine" Then they ask Klaus what his training was and if anyone else was involved but he doesn't want to tell them about the mausoleum or how he later found out that Reginald used to kill him/let him die and time how long it took him to come back.
Luther (I'm not really sure how to include Klaus in training for him yet)
Diego's training included having him throw knives and things at various targets until his hands ached. Then Reginald wanting him to practice curving the projectiles so he made Klaus stand in front of a target (cause he knew Diego had a "weakness" for Klaus and also that Klaus couldn't die, not that he told anyone that) and made Diego throw knives at him. Later upgraded to Reginald throwing the knives and making Diego try to stop or repeal them. And he messed up sometimes and got so upset at hurting Klaus but Klaus is just like "Don't worry Di I trust you not to hurt me on purpose" and "It's okay Di, it's just a scratch". And Klaus just got used to the pain and build up a high pain tolerance.
Allison's training included rumoring over and over until her throat hurt. But she needed to rumor someone for Reginald to see the effects and how different wording and even languages changed the results. So Klaus got picked cause he was the best at/knew the most languages so he could understand (maybe because of the ghosts). And Allison kinda hated doing it to him but was afraid of Reginald and wanted to prove herself so she just made Klaus do a bunch of things. And Klaus got used to the idea and feeling of his body and mind not really being his own and kinda just dissociated after a while.
Five's training included practicing jumping until he felt like passing out. Then one day Reginald wanted him to practice with another person and chose Klaus. And Klaus got so dizzy and sick the first time he threw up so Reginald forbade him from eating on Five's training days cause "I will not stand you making a mess Number Four". Klaus didn't tell anyone and when asked why he doesn't eat sometimes he just said he wasn't hungry. Later Klaus thinks back on this when he is living on the streets and is already familiar with the feeling of hunger.
Ben's training didn't involve Klaus because it was too dangerous even for Reginald. But Klaus was always there when Ben was finished. And he would drag him to the bathroom and clean him up and then they would cuddle under blankets together in Ben's bed and Klaus would talk about anything and everything just to distract Ben from thinking too much about the Horror. And sometimes Ben hated when his stomach was touched cause it hurt or he was afraid that the Horror would just react without his control but other times when they would cuddle, Klaus would lay his hand or even his head again Ben's stomach and for a moment Ben knew how much Klaus trusted him and how much faith he had in him and in that moment it made Ben feel safe and in control.
Viktor obviously didn't have training like the others but he remembers when he would learn a new song and finally be able to play it through without messing up and wanting to show Reginald or his siblings but was afraid they wouldn't care. But Klaus would come into his room sometimes and listen to him play and he would sit on his bed and fall asleep. Viktor admits that at the time he thought Klaus was just bored and it hurt that he never listened to the whole song. But present Klaus says that he wasn't bored but that Viktor's room never had any ghost (unlike his other siblings who became murderers/haunted way to young) and his music was so beautiful and peaceful. That Viktor's room was safe, that Viktor was safe. And feeling safe was something Klaus rarely felt as a kid but in those moments with Viktor he was able to relax and actually sleep.
Anyway I just want a hurt/comfort fic with Klaus and his siblings.
#the umbrella academy#tua#the umbrella academy netflix#klaus hargreeves#luther hargreeves#diego hargreeves#allison hargreeves#five hargreeves#ben hargreeves#viktor hargreeves#fic rec#hurt/comfort
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Okay I have enough fics and shit to write right now as it is, I currently have 4 in the works 🙃, but last night while I was trying to sleep I had a thought. I think I came up with a very baseline very bare bones idea for a possible OUAD 2.
A possible title for which I came up with was Once Upon A Kingdom OUAK if you will. And literally as I typed this out, Once Upon A Winter OUAW akskskskk and it would take place months after the events of OUAD, Chazz and Atticus are officially a couple now, and Atty takes him on a trip to see the Northern Kingdom or the Crystal Kingdom if ur in with the OUAD deep lore 👀 where he and Lexi are from and with Jay, Sy, and Hassleberry in tow, winter wonderland hijinks and capers ensue 👀
Now I have no idea what the actual greater plot would be but I really like the idea of visiting another kingdom since in the 'deep lore' there are 5 kingdoms that exist in the world, but since the Kingdom of the East was canonically destroyed by Slade and Jagger before the events of OUAD, there's still 3 other kingdoms outside the Golden Kingdom. The northern, western, and southern kingdoms if you will. The Golden Kingdom is the central kingdom. So we get to see more of the world, and open the door for more of the ensemble cast to get involved, I fully intend to include Jesse and Bastion at the very minimum if I wrote this I fully imagined a whole conversation with Jaden and Jesse last night, immortal magical fairy Jay gets to flirt with the cute human boy 👀 so I have thoughts happening ☺
Like I said I have no idea what an actual greater plot would look like yet and I have way too much to work on right now to put too much thought into it right now, but I promise babes. OUAD 2 may be on the back burner right now, but it is also very firmly on the table 😉
#why must all my best ideas come when I'm about to fall asleep like you couldn’t have given me more than that brain???#no but fr I have so much to work on but I'm actively in the early staged of planning here#obviously Crowler will be in there somewhere too I'm not about to exclude my favorite dad 😤 but i dunno what's going on in it at all yet#maybe we'll even see more fairy society shit too cuz I love thinkin about it and I mean Hassleberry did kill Jagger with mega ancient magic#that he's supposed to be too weak magically to be able to do and the other fairies are canonically kinda mean to him for that#and because of his whole animal side thing that he was just born with in OUAD which yknow isn't normal even for magical beings#so when they find out he did that I mean that's gonna shake things up in their society man#plus I did establish that Zane canonically exists in OUAD because he's briefly mentioned in chapter 11#and K think it's fucking hilarious that he of all people is a fairy 😂 but Sy is so he kinda has to be lol#I already have so many thoughts but they're incoherent and make no sense still so we'll see what happens when things start coming together#but that'll be a while still. I probably won't really mess with it at least until after Chazzerella#because that one honestly shouldn't be all that long once I get started actually writing it. not a lot happens in that movie akskks#but for now I'll leave y'all with this mess I guess akskks whoops 😅#abby's just rambling don't mind her#abby fully admits she's an idiot#Once Upon A Duelist#yugioh gx#yugioh gx fanfiction#chazz princeton#atticus rhodes#stormshipping#syrus truesdale#jaden yuki#tyranno hassleberry#alexis rhodes
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Movie Magic
Crowley x Aziraphale x Reader comfort one-shot
Gender neutral reader (no pronouns used) : )
Requests are: OPEN
a/n: this is my first Gomens fic and first fic on my new writings blog! Lemme know what you think, and maybe feel free to send in some requests if you like my style
"Oh, what's wrong with this one, then?" Crowley nods his head in your direction.
Aziraphale throws a worried glance your way, fiddling with the brochure in his hands. "I must say I'm not entirely sure." He purses his lips in concern.
You hadn't had a particularly good day, and moping about the bookshop minding your own business had seemed like a good idea if only you hadn't forgotten how much Crowley and Aziraphale tended to worry over you. Or may that had been the point. You weren't really sure.
Crowley tuts, pats Aziraphale on the shoulder and mutters that he'll handle this.
"What's got you feeling up, buttercup?" He asks, plopping down on the arm of the chair you were currently slouched on. You almost scoffed at the inadvertent slight on Heaven.
"Nothing, just having an off day," you reply, moving your arm to give him some more space.
"Right, well. Not good that, is it?" Crowley cocks his head, thinks for a moment, and hops back up. "Up you get, come on."
You blink at him, watching as his arm swings in a vague get-up-then way before landing on his hip.
"Either- we go out drinking, or the Angel makes hot chocolate and we watch a movie. What will it be?"
You laugh, your first one in a fair few hours. In the corner, Aziraphale watches to see what you choose.
"Are there cuddles involved if we watch a movie?"
Crowley's eyes dart away for a moment, looking over at his favourite angel and back again at you. "Mm, yeah, right-o."
"Oh, perfect-" Aziraphale grins. He always had an appreciation for the art humanity made. "What're we watching, my dear?"
You think for a moment before replying with your favourite movie.
"In that case, why don't you go pop something comfortable on; I'll make us some tea, and Crowley- well, why don't you set up the film?"
Aziraphale nods, sets down his brochure and heads off to the kitchenette.
You look back to Crowley, who is still standing there with his hands on his hips, looking at you with squinted eyes as if he might be able to work out if there was anything else wrong just by looking hard enough.
"Well, go on then," he says. "Move so I can set all this up."
You comply, going upstairs to get changed. When you come back down, Crowley will have completed a perfectly wicked miracle to turn the bookshop into a cozy space for you to feel safe. You know by the smell wafting up the staircase that Aziraphale will have made up the best hot chocolate that you have ever tasted. If he may have put a little miracle spin on it himself, that's entirely between him and God.
And if you spend the next two hours cuddling up to your favourite Angel and Demon while they stroke your hair and ask ridiculous questions about your favourite movie, before falling asleep with your head in Crowley's lap, his sunglasses resting on the top of your head, then that's just how it is, isn't it?
#gomens#crowley x reader#aziraphale x reader#crowley x aziraphale x reader#comfort#crowley#aziraphale#good omens
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The loud mouse part 2
Guess who decided to finally write a part 2 ? :D Enjoy.
When you awoke, you blinked several times before getting used to the light and give a circular glance to your surroundings. You were in some barn and you no longer felt the burning sensation within your chest...Even though, the sickness remained. You could feel it.
You stood up slowly and yet, couldn't help but walk on wobbly legs to the door—only the will of reuniting with your beloved prince overruling all other thought. However, you frowned as you found the door locked. You remembered collapsing in the snow, but who had brought you here ? It couldn't be Aemond, as he had been waiting for you inside the castle. How many days had it been ?
Suddenly, the door opened and a little man with big red whiskers entered, who seemed surprised to find you awake. He was barefooted and you guessed the farm must belong to him. He sheepishly offered you a piece of bread with butter that you stared at cautiously for a moment before letting your hunger get the best of you. You snatched the piece of bread and devoured it like a little wildling. It seemed to make the little man happy as he sat down in front of you—a good distance as to not frighten you.
"Hey there. I'm Gavdiish." He greeted you.
After a few seconds, you smiled politely and replied.
"I'm Ethel. Tell me...How long was I asleep, Gavdiish ?" You asked and Gavdiish started fidgeting nervously before replying.
"I found you in the snow. A few weeks ago..."
You frowned at his unspecific answer and started being suspicious. Gavdiish seemed like a nice fellow, but your thoughts then returned to the lock on the door. Someone didn't want you to leave...
"And, were you the one who brought me here ?" You asked and Gavdiish's nice smile turned sour as the memory of who had decided to hide you in his farm.
"I..am not allowed to say. Not until she comes." You frowned a little and were about to ask who was she when a voice sounded behind you.
"It was me."
You both turned around to see queen Alicent standing there, her long red hair falling gracefully down her shoulders as her eyes were fixed on you. She seemed out of place, surrounded by hay and dirt. You bowed deeply before her and even though you had no idea why she had saved you, you intended to thank her.
"Thank you my...", you started.
"Save your breath." Your eyes widened at her harsh interruption before she continued. "You will come back with me. To the castle."
You frowned in incomprehension. Why would she want you back ? Surely, lady Alicent had more important things to take care of than to make sure a simple servant would come back to work.
But, her next words left you paralyzed.
"And you will break my son's heart.."
You snapped your head up at her with your eyes wide open in shock and your lower lip trembled...How did she know about you abs Aemond ? She seemed to understand your thoughts as she sighed and lightly shrugged.
"The castle doesn't have any secrets. I know what the servants whisper about and I am no fool. My son has never seemed so happy than when you were there. And it is the very reason I need you to come back and break his heart. For his own good."
You fell to the ground on your knees and begged her.
"Please. Do not ask such a sacrifice of me. I cannot hurt prince Aemond." Tears started streaming down your face and for the first time—you showed weakness. For a moment, you could see in her eyes that it was working—until her expression hardened and she leaned forward to inform you.
"Prince Aemond is getting married."
Your eyes widened at the news and you shook your head—not believing the queen's words. Prince Aemond wouldn't do this.
"No..It can't be. He would never.."
Queen Alicent seemed to take pity on you as she sighed and rested her hand upon your shoulder.
"Believe me, my dear. Men are not worth the trouble. Love is a plague." She claimed and your eyes watered. You remained silent and queen Alicent sighed once more before dropping her hand back to her side.
"Now, you will tell my son that you tried to escape, but didn't have enough money and decided to come back..You will tell him you had never intended to run away with him. That the only reason you even showed him any affection was because you wanted to use him."
Your eyes remained fixed to the ground as you asked—your voice strained with bitterness.
"And why would I ever do that ?"
Alicent stopped pacing around and it took a moment before she indulged you with an answer.
"Because you are a lost cause, my dear."
Your eyes widened at the queen's cruel placid smile. You didn't understand what she meant. She seemed to notice and scoffed.
"Think about it. You are sick. You are a servant. A nothing. A dying wrench. My Aemond is a fine young man who will soon marry and bring glory to house Targaryen. You wouldn't want to cause his downfall now, would you ?"
A chill ran through you at the sickly sweet voice of the woman and the venom hidden underneath—intertwined with this nauseous false sympathy.
"Besides, you wouldn't have to convince him much."
You frowned in confusion before the queen faced you and declared.
"You've been gone for 3 months, my dear. And Aegon already made sure to inform Aemond of your betrayal."
Your eyes widened and your breath hitched as tears gathered in your eyes. 3 months...You had left Aemond alone for 3 months..And the thought alone was enough to make you crumble in shame.
Aemond...Forgive me.
Queen Alicent left and was sure to have convinced you. She knew you loved her son, and it would be the very thing causing your downfall.
Flashback :
Prince Aemond had been searching for you ever since your disappearance three weeks ago and refused to give up on his research without proof that you were dead. Because, he wouldn't accept any other reason for your betrayal and the pain you had caused him.
He wanted to know you were safe—no matter the cost.
His mother had tried to dissuade him and his brother had insisted that you were lost or dead, but nothing would deter the young prince from his desperate seeking of the truth.
Finally, after another one of his dragon patrols, prince Aegon—who was growing tired of Aemond's stubbornness—caught his brother and tried to convince him of your treachery once more.
"Brother. It has been more than three weeks now. You have to let her go. She has betrayed you. She left you...Accept it."
But instead of heeding his brother's advice, it only fueled Aemond's determination and he didn't dignify his brother with an answer before pulling away from his grip to continue on his way. He wanted to know the truth. He wanted to hear it from your treacherous mouth, that mouth he had worshipped and made all his for better and worst. He loved you. Was it so hard to pretend to love him back that you had to go and hide ? He closed his eyes and clenched his fists.
Why ? Why spend all those days in bliss, only to take it all away like a vulgar thief ? No. There had to be a reason. An explanation.
However, Aegon's next words made him stop dead in his tracks.
"I didn't want to tell you..But, I know where she is."
Aemond turned around swiftly to take his brother by the collar before asking urgently—his voice a menacing howl.
"Where ?!"
Aegon sighed and sounded genuinely apologetic as he replied.
"One of our grandfather's sparrows spotted the wrench on the roads. She was attempting to escape. Mother has gone to retrieve her."
"LIES !", Aemond shouted at his brother's claim—his valid eye wide open in disbelief—and shook his head. You wouldn't do this. Not to him. He was convinced something must have happened. You couldn't have faked it. The day you met, the many secret glances and every loving touch you had shared...
"It is true. You must see it.", his brother insisted. "She has plotted against you since the beginning and only sought her own selfish benefit in gaining you and princess Helaena's trust. From the very moment she stumbled into your bedroom that very night and soothed poor sobbering Helaena. She is a fraud. And will be punished. I promise, brother."
Aemond shook his head before leaning so close that his brother saw the deadly fury in his eye.
"If what you say is true, brother ? Do not worry about punishment. I shall be the one to flay her bloody—as she deserves."
Aegon pressed his lips tightly together in discontent, but didn't dare voice his disapproval out loud. He only smiled and shrugged.
"As you wish, brother. But, remember...Don't let your little plaything trick you again."
Aemond glared at him and waited until Aegon was out of the room before letting his rage run unbridled. He unsheathed his sword and brought it down mercilessly on the furniture all around him. He didn't want to believe that you would abandon him, but it was hard to consider any other alternative as each day passed by. He fell to his knees and pulled out the sapphire necklace he had barely succeeded in saving from the fire. It shone brightly and filled his heart with hope. He refused to believe you would leave. He was convinced that he knew your heart and that it beat the same rythm as him.
"I still believe, my love. I'll find out the truth. I promise." He kissed the bright sapphire, imagining it was your lips he was devoting himself to rather than the jewel.
Back to the present :
Aemond had spent 3 whole months searching for you and it was on one faithful morning that he received a raven from King's Landing, putting an end to his misery.
You had been found.
There was no word to describe the shock and utter relief he felt at the news that you were alive. He ran to Vhagar and climbed on her back in one stride—eager to be reunited with you. He thought you would be able to explain your behavior and it would end up being a sort of misunderstanding. He was never prepared for the disappointment, as the first words he heard from you were a confession—but not the one he wanted.
"It is true. I have conspired against the crown. I had in the intention of tarnishing the prince's reputation and his family by seducing the prince and befriending the princess." It had the effect of a cold blade piercing through his heart and he couldn't utter a word as you confessed everything he had feared to be true. You even refused to look at him, your eyes fixed on the floor. Aegon smirked in satisfaction at your confession and didn't hesitate before sentencing.
"You ought to be flayed 30 times for such insolence and betrayal." You nodded submissively and thought you would at least be given the respite of being punished out of sight. But then, Aegon stood up and beckoned his personal guards in.
"GUARDS ! OPEN THE BACK OF THE TRAITOR'S DRESS !"
Your eyes widened as you realized what was about to happen. You opened your mouth to beg for mercy, but one of the guards suddenly pulled you up and brutally ripped the fabric of your dress without a second thought. The guard then carelessly threw your trembling body to the ground before the king—as you desperately tried to hide your modesty. Tears of rage and sorrow ran down your cheeks as you looked up at the people you were keeping quiet for.
Aemond remained motionless, so did princess Helaena. They were both devastated by the news of your betrayal and you knew there must be a great turmoil brewing inside them..You smiled weakly at them.
It wasn't their fault.
You knew you needed to be punished. You had fallen in love with the wrong person, and fate was cruel to those who diverged from their path...Princess Helaena did have the decency to look away to hide her sorrow from you—but Aemond didn't. His lonely eye didn't leave that bluish color on your shoulder—conjured by the brutish harshness of the guards. He thought about cutting their hands for daring manhandling you in such a way, but it was quickly dismissed at the reminder of your betrayal by the king and the feeling of his mother's hand on his shoulder. He had to stay, he had to endure the sight, even though it hurt him to see you in such a way.
When the first blow of the whip hit your skin—it didn't hurt as much as knowing you had broken the trust of the two Targaryens who mattered the most to you. You looked up and sought princess Helaena's eyes, but she still had her face turned away. Princess Helaena didn't want to look at you. She had the same expression she wore the time you had found her wandering in that corridor—broken to the point of complete numbness.
You then looked at Aemond—but you didn't see any emotion in his eye. There was nothing but contempt. The perfect picture of indifference on his face, as he didn't even turn his gaze away as you were being punished—surely enjoying the very object of all his pain being so severely reprimanded. He stared. He stared at you with such coldness, it froze you to your very core—making even the tears on your face turn to frozen lakes.
You wanted to scream and shout at them to look at you—really look at you. You wanted to tell them you loved them, that everything would be alright, that you understood their pain, that it killed you not to be able to embrace them...But, the next blow of the whip tear a gut-wrenching scream from your throat instead—one that rendered you silent as blood started rolling down your back. Princess Helaena's eyes filled with unshed tears as she forced herself to look away, even though your screams were torture for her. She had learnt to see you as a sister. Why did fate have to be so cruel ?
However, Aemond didn't turn away. He counted the 30 hits and with each one, his anger boiled wilder in his veins.
You had betrayed him.
You had dared seduce him and use him.
Use his sister.
You deserved to be punished. You deserved to suffer. He watched as drops of blood glistened down your back and—to your utter horror and mortification—commanded.
"Harder." His tone left no room for discussion—as even his own brother looked at him with a slight worried frown.
"Brother. She already received 30 blows. If we go on any further, she might..." He warned—but Aemond silenced him.
"HARDER !" He cut him off and his maddening eye turned towards Aegon with a challenging stance—daring him to defy him again. Bile rose up to your throat as the order was finally granted and another cough threatened to spill, but it didn't—only screams of pain and the sound of the whip being mercilessly used on you troubled the deafening silence of the throne room. However, Aemond—who was tired of being a mere bystander—walked down the stairs with a resolute stance and your eyes widened as he extended his hand forward to grip the guard's hand. You thought it was to stop him—you thought wrong.
He took the whip and the guard immediately stood aside as the prince took his place. He then leant forward to whisper in your ear—words that left you shivering in fear.
"You are going to accept everything I give you, little mouse. Every single blow. You'll take it all, and thank me for it. For that is what you deserve for all the suffering you caused to me and my sister." He spat venomously and you closed your eyes. You felt numb. His words left ice in their wake. Your lips trembled as you braced yourself to be punished by the man you loved. You thought the first few hits were the worst, but it wasn't true. The last hits were worse—so much worse. They left your body trembling in pain and whenever your consciousness threatened to slip away, you would be awoken by yet another blow. Your throat felt sore at the end—you didn't even have the strength to scream anymore. Finally, once his anger slightly reduced, Aemond released the whip that fell to the floor and walked away.
He didn't even remember his own command, not until you muttered weakly.
"Thank you...my prince."
He stilled and glanced back at you with his lips tightly sealed and saw the pain in your eyes—but decided to ignore it. You shakily tried to reach for his leg, but he pulled away from your grip and offered you a cruel sneer.
"Wrench." He spat cruelly and walked away—not sparing you a second glance. He took back his place beside his sister and then announced.
"I shall go back to the Free Cities and finalize our alliance to Lady Aslana of Mesclun."
Lady Alicent smiled—satisfied by her son's decision while you glared up at her. She had lied to you. Aemond hadn't married anyone yet.
She had tricked you.
But, you knew better than to open your mouth now.
Who would believe you ?
"Aemond. Since you are going away on your trip to the Free Cities. Indulge me in giving me that lovely servant of yours. I am sure she will be of great help to me." Aegon suggested and you could feel his eyes dig holes at the back of your neck. You shuddered at the prospect alone. You prayed the Seven to give you mercy, but the gods must have been inattentive that day—for the prince's next words left you paralyzed.
"Fine. But, her maidenhead is mine. A weak compensation for what she did to me..." Aemond declared and you closed your eyes. He was being so cruel. He wanted to take the thing you had only ever wanted to give him. When you raised your eyes, he met your gaze unashamedly with a large cold grin that didn't quite match his eyes. He was furious.
Outside of the throne room, you found Linda waiting for you and the moment her eyes settled on you and your hunched figure—she rushed by your side.
"My daughter. My darling one." She embraced you tightly and you sobbed.
"You were right, Linda. I'm so sorry. I should have listened to you. This family is cruel. They are all monsters. I should have remained a little mouse, nothing more..."
Linda tugged the top of your head under her chin and looked up at the sky—sending a silent prayer to the gods to protect you.
"Aww..My poor child. I am so sorry. I should have been more careful. But, nobody will ever hurt you again. I promise." She murmured and stroked your hair soothingly. You didn't even have the strength to protest, as you knew Linda had little power on how the Targaryens ruled. She was an old maiden who had surely seen her fair share of broken hearts and could recognize the symptoms at first sight. She shushed you softly before leaving a tender kiss on the crown of your hair.
"It will go away." She finally said assuredly on your way to the kitchen in an attempt to reassure you—but good Linda didn't know of the suffering you would go on to face. For Aemond was not done taking his revenge on you, and it wouldn't be the last time you would be reminded of the costly price of his loathing.
The very next day :
You had spent the day running around the city, Aegon relentlessly and purposefully asking you for the impossible and beyond, only to lose interest in a second when the task done. He was making your life hell, and you had no protection from Aemond anymore. But, you couldn't complain. It was the price to pay for his happiness. Let them all hate you, if only for Aemond and Helaena to find peace in your hours of torture under Aegon's intransigent and constant demands.
When Aegon beckoned you to the room where the family was supposed to share a meal, you had completely discarded the thought of your current state and only rushed in with the hopes you wouldn't be noticed. Luckily, Aemond was talking and your sudden appearance didn't disturb his speech as he declared.
"...Our alliance with the Free Cities is going to change the odds in our favor. I shall marry lady Aslana of Mesclun tomorrow and in a week's time, our victory will be assured. We will have our hand on the Free Cities and none shall contest our authority."
At the news, you closed your eyes and apologized to the Seven for the foolish thoughts running wild in your head. You wished you could be the one betrothed to Aemond and waiting for the moment your hearts would be linked forever...You failed to hear the end of Aemond's speech and as he raised his cup—you didn't fill his cup. Suddenly, all the family members' eyes seemed to converge towards you and even though it had only been a day since your flaying—you weren't about to tempt fate to give you another. You leaned forward and filled his cup—but too late.
Aemond's hand grabbed your arm and you met his gaze with big frightened eyes. He had never seen that look in your eyes before and it made him snicker.
"After all this time, I see you for what you truly are. Thank the gods I could come back to my senses before I was completely lost." He seethed and let go of your arm. But, it was only to publicly shame you even more.
"Well, if it isn't her ladyship the loud mouse herself ?!" He then noticed your dirty dress and gave you a disgusted expression, "Where were you all day ? The pig house ?"
His joke resulted in an irruption of laughter from the crowd while you glared at him. It hurt. He didn't know how much it hurt you. You had failed your heart—you had failed him.
"Don't worry, my lord. If it is my muddy dress that bothers you, I shall remedy to it at once." You quipped back and his smile immediately fell as you unashamedly tear the bottom part of your dress—your decision welcomed and whistled appreciatively by all the men present. You acted self-assured and even when you felt Aemond's disapproving look on you—you didn't return it. You were no longer afraid of him—and if he thought he could control you ? He was dead wrong.
"Of course not, brother. She must have been frolicking at the pleasure houses. It was high time she would find some other cock to hang onto, don't you think ?" Aegon mocked and it made you snap your eyes at him with so much loathing, if your eyes had been arrows, he would have been dead where he stood. Aegon's jeering had the effect of a knife being plunged deep within you chest—cutting your breath momentarily. He dared question your whereabouts—when he was the one making you run errands around town from the first glance of sunlight 'till dusk..
However, you did notice how Aemond's smile seemed to turn placid at his brother's nasty comment. It mended your heart a little to think he had not fallen so low as to agree with his majesty the Kingly prick..
"Prick..." You cursed under your breath—thinking no one would pick up on it. But, you were not so lucky. Aegon's expression crestfallen and you knew here and then that you had signed up for your own demise as Aegon stood up and seemed to lose all composure.
"YOU ARE TO RESPECT ME, OR DID YOU FORGET WHO IS YOUR KING ?!" He yelled and you flinched at his loud voice. He was being cruel and even though you had heard rumors, you had never been on the receiving end of his fury. You had always remained a mouse in the castle—until Aemond had decided to give you his cursed attention. You wondered which one was worse ? The petals suffocating you, or the indifference of your prince ? You looked up at Aemond and tears shone in your eyes as you smiled at him through your tears—not sparing a glance to Aegon that you felt seething beside you.
"You may be the king of this realm, but my heart only knows one true king..."
There was no doubt as to whom you were referring to and Aemond's valid eye widened for a second. Even after all this, you still wanted to show him your support. You may not stand next to him when he would finally reach the throne, but you would be there every step of the way until your own death...Aegon's face visibly whitened at the implication and even though you didn't care about anyone else knowing about your feelings, you could feel another set of eyes on you. Queen Alicent was looking at you in warning, not to say anything else if you still wanted to live and die on your own accord. You clasped both hands over your mouth, finally considering who you were speaking to, who was present. You had gone too far...
The whole room fell silent and you knew—you had opened your mouth wrongly so. Aemond had remained impassive all this time, why couldn't you have done the same ? You wanted to protect him, but found yourself the very reason for his misery. No matter if you were trying to stay away or remain unaffected, the mere thought of living in the same castle as him was enough for your heart to seek him out. However, you then felt a cough rising up your chest and when Aegon came close enough, you didn't hold back. You coughed and let all the black blood and flower petals splatter all over him. He wanted to have you ? Then, he would have it all. Aemond hadn't been repulsed by your sickness, but you knew all too well what the rest of the family's reactions would be. Queen Alicent screamed, Otto turned away in disgust and Aegon screeched.
"YOU B*TCH !"
You didn't mean to laugh. You swore you didn't. But, the mix of Queen Alicent's bewildered look, Otto's mortified expression and Aegon's twisted face of fury made it impossible not to. You guffawed. You had nothing left. No one. Aemond hated you. Helaena had excused herself—to cry her sorrow in her room no doubt—and you just knew you had to get everything you had to say out of your chest before the young king's sword was to pierce you through and through.
"Pitiful excuse for a family." You spat and your eyes then swept mercilessly over all of the people gathered around the table with a mocking sneer. "You know...I've served and watched every single one of you Targaryens for years. I always thought being a Targaryen was a blessing, but seeing you all—huddled up in your misery—I see now that it is as much a curse as mine ! And I rejoice the day there won't be a single one of you left ! For your curse lies even deeper than mine ! It lies in your blackened hearts devoured and putrified with greed and power !"
Now, it wasn't only Aegon who was seething—all the Targaryens seemed about to stand up and cut you in two. Good. Let them be angry. Only the truth hurts. But, none of them seemed willing to take a step towards you. You wondered why until you realized that the only person still seated was Aemond, staring at his own family in warning as to anyone would dare attempt to your life.
You smiled and found your affection grow tenthfold, as even after your so-called betrayal, he was ready to defend you. You turned around and stormed towards the door, but Aegon's voice still made its way to you.
"WHERE ARE YOU GOING ?! COME BACK HERE ! I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD FOR THIS !"
You huffed a laugh and didn't even turn around before shouting back.
"I SHALL BE WAITING, MY KING !"
If any of the Targaryens wanted to follow you and bring an end to your life, then so be it. You had nothing left to say. You then heard the king hit the table in his haste to come after you, but then recognized Queen Alicent's voice behind you.
"That's enough, Aegon."
The queen knew what you had sacrificed and it was in her best interest to keep you alive—for now. She would certainly let Aegon do whatever he wanted to you once Aemond would be married to lady Aslana. They had already punished you more than any other being could have handled—they had flayed you, disgraced you and made your life hell.
Your tears had run dry. Your punches would only accentuate Aemond's hatred for you. Words were the only thing you had left to throw at them. You turned a corner and suddenly stopped. You had arrived at the library...No matter where you wanted to go, your feet seemed to always end up in front of the majestic door. The very place you had first met the prince face to face. Did you love him ? Assuredly..No doubt about it.
You thought none of the Targaryens would follow you—you thought wrong.
Aemond had followed you and grabbed your arm to drag you inside the library without a word and once you were both inside, he closed the door behind you.
"Do you have a death wish ?" He hissed—his voice a mere whisper and you shrugged.
"I do not have an answer to give you, my prince.."
It was true. You had no answer to give him.
When he turned around, you could feel he was enraged and it did make your heart skip a beat at the pure hatred visible in his valid eye. He was angry, and you knew better than anyone why. He had every right to be. You had hurt him and even though involuntarily, had been confusing him. Even if you had shown up that faithful night, you would have stolen him away from a life with his family. A good life. Your eyes softened and your lips parted slightly as you thought of the millions of things you wished to tell him—but remained quiet.
He wouldn't understand.
He couldn't.
"Fine. You don't want to talk. I'll make you scream then..." Your brow furrowed in confusion until he pulled you towards him and sunk in to claim your lips. You let out a surprised squeal as you tried to push him away. He clasped his hands on either side of your face and devoured your mouth as if it was his to take. Your tears didn't help as his nails dug in the flesh of your cheeks. It wasn't what you wanted. You loved him. You wanted him to kiss you, but not like this—not out of hurt and hatred. You had sacrificed your own happiness for him to find his. You wished for him to find his place and forget about you, but you had failed it seemed.
"Treacherous mistress." He hissed spitefully and you closed your eyes at the hurtful words and gentle kisses. Aemond was still so gentle with you, even after everything. He didn't touch your back where he knew remained the pain of the whip and even traced circles on your skin while he hid his face in the crook of your neck.
He seemed so broken.
"Did you...Did you ever think of me during your time away ?" He asked—his voice shaky. He sounded as if he was about to break into tears.
'Every second of every minute of every day.'
You wanted to answer, but knew the repercussions of such admission. You closed your eyes and shook your head negatively. Aemond remained silent for a moment before laughing bitterly.
"Of course you didn't.."
When he pushed you back and you fell on the table behind you, he crawled on top of you and started leaving kisses on your face and neck. He made quick work of the top buttons of your dress and left a few hickeys on the exposed flesh.
"...I made things too complicated for myself. Thinking you were honorable. I should have simply taken you from day one and everything would have been settled. I should have heeded Aegon's warnings and play with you until you were no longer interesting. I get bored easily, you know."
Aemond single-handedly untied the laces of his breeches and his mouth curved into a cruel smirk as he felt the tears on your face. He pulled your skirts up and in a moment of self-awareness, you bit down hard on his hand. He hissed in pain and you sought to flee, but he grabbed your hair and yanked you back against him. However, instead of continuing his vile actions, he simply wrapped his arms around your waist and stilled.
"M...My prince ?" You frightfully asked—your whole body shaking as you perfectly knew what he wanted. You wanted to disappear. You had only thought about him for the past three months, only to come back and find out that your prince had been searching for you for so long that his heart had turned to stone.
"Oh. So, now I'm your prince ?" He replied with a small taunting smirk—his eye gleaming in the darkness of the library. Was it already so late ? You tried to dissociate your mind from your body in order to forget that it was the love of your life who was now threatening you. But, Aemond wouldn't let you. He grabbed your face and snapped it back so you may see the fury in his gaze.
"You know what you are, Ethel ? A vile temptress. Daughter of Despair. Cruel mistress of Deception; malicious beyond compare and terrible plague that has infested this household with the fleas of my own destruction...Shall I go on ?"
You gritted your teeth and couldn't hold back the tears from falling down your face—hot lava against your frozen cheeks.
"Are you going to beg me to let you go ? Or, not to taint what has been so far unspoiled ?" He inquired in a whisper—his fingertips leaving imprints on your skin. He wanted to mark you, carve his touch into your skin.
You clenched your fists and looked away—not dignifying him with an answer. But, Aemond wouldn't let you as he grabbed your jaw once more—making it pop as he dug his fingers in your cheeks to make you understand that you were to keep your attention on him.
"Answer me...whore." He seethed in a low and threatening tone.
You remained silent.
He then plunged his tongue down your throat and your eyes widened at the sudden intrusion. You tried to struggle against him, but his training had helped strengthening his body, while you had strengthened his mind. You cursed yourself at finding yourself in this situation and Aemond stopped instantly as soon as he noticed you were unresponsive.
"You...You were my everything" He whispered and took a shaky breath, his touch tightening on you as tears started dripping down his face onto yours.
"My heart. My soul. My very first love and you...you..." He glared at you with such intensity it paralyzed you. "You betrayed me."
Your eyes softened and you finally wrapped your arms around his neck. You didn't say anything, but you still wished your prince to feel better. There was nothing you could do that would make any of this okay, but it hurt you to see him in such a state.
"Get out..." He whispered—so low you thought you had imagined it. You remained frozen and Aemond clenched his hands into fists as he gritted his teeth. He wanted to make you suffer, just as much as he had. But, he couldn't deny that he still felt attached to you. So, he could only push you away before restraint would no longer be possible.
"GET OUT !" He shouted louder and you gathered your skirts to run away. Aemond watched you flee and once the door was shut, he covered his face with his hands and let out such an horrifying painful gut-wrenching scream, the whole castle heard it.
Why did love have to hurt so much ? He had tried to be happy. Just once. And it had turned out to be a mistake. Tomorrow, he would return to the Free Cities and remain there. He would forget about you—or at least he hoped.
The next day :
Aemond prepared his leave and settled on Vhagar, but then noticed someone hidden in the shadows. He rested his hand upon the hilt of his sword cautiously, but then the strange red-headed boy beckoned him forward. He hesitated before indulging, only to chase said boy all the way to the very werehouse you had been held by queen Alicent until your concession to her demands. He caught up with the boy and held him up by the collar with an unamused expression.
"If your plan was to waste my time, boy...You'll be hanging skinless from the Red Keep !" He threatened and the boy seemed on the verge of breaking into tears as he stammered back.
"N..No, my pr..prince ! I would never ! M..My name is Gavdiish and I..I came to you to get s..something out of my chest. I just heard Y/N was f..flayed and I..I'm sorry. I just..I was worried about her and..wanted to help her. Tell the truth. But, your m..mother wouldn't allow it."
Aemond frowned in incomprehension at the boy's words and tilted his head to scrutinize the boy further. He didn't seem to be a threat and if he was lying—or the whole things turned out to be a scam—he would simply put his earlier threat into execution. He let go of the boy and asked.
"Tell the truth ? What truth ?"
The boy gulped before pointing to the werehouse behind him and explained.
"Th..This werehouse has been in my f..family for years. Queen Alicent asked me to k..keep her there..Ethel. She had to t..tell you she b..betrayed you. But, she d..didn't."
Aemond looked at the werehouse and felt his heart ache at the idea you had spent 3 months in there.
"How can I be sure that you are telling the truth ? And why didn't you say anything before ?" He asked the young boy suspiciously who looked away guiltily.
"The q..queen told me not to and that pr..prince Aegon would p..punish me. Ethel coughed a lot of blood and flowers. I still have them in a bucket. Queen Alicent said she was c..cursed. B-But Ethel called for you. Every night. In her s..sleep. That's why I c..came to you." Gavdiish stammered back and Aemond's eyes widened at the realization. Suddenly, everything made sense. His mother knew that to win the war ahead and put Aegon on the throne, they needed a strong alliance. She was going to force him into a loveless marriage to keep the Targaryens on the throne and keep the legacy clean.
It was only at that moment that Aemond understood his mistake and ran back to the castle. His Ethel...You had never wished to deceive him—but save him. You had simply feared it would end in a war where he wouldn't have survived. He ran even faster and wished upon all the gods—the old and the new—that he wouldn't be too late.
His heart squeezed in his chest at the selflessness of the one he had dared called selfish.
"Hold on, my love. I'm coming."
Back at the castle :
You were walking around the castle and taking care of the walls—making sure to avoid any Targaryen family member on the way. You were almost finished with the dining room when you heard the door slam open. You froze and looked up—only to see Aegon standing there.
"Ah ! Here you are !"
You shivered at the notion that he was looking for you and cast your eyes downwards to avoid the prince's gaze. You had done everything they wanted. You had broken Helaena's and Aemond's trust. What more could he possibly want from you ?
"You were in my brother's company yesterday...He took your maidenhead, didn't he ?"
You didn't answer—but the prince was stubborn. He grabbed your wrist and made you look at him before giving you a malicious grin.
"Remember. My brother did promise I could do whatever I want to you once your virginity gone. And, now that it's out of the way ?" He slammed your head against the mahogany table and your air supply was cut off. "I can do what the f*ck I want with you..."
Tears brimmed in your eyes and you clutched your fingers tightly. He was a beast. It wasn't even a few hours after Aemond's leave, and Aegon hadn't wasted any time to put his threat into execution. He was going to have you. And the worst part was, you couldn't even protest.
"...Now, how about you apologize for your last night's behavior ? Or, do you value your life so little as to refuse ?", he taunted and you closed your eyes. You had been stripped out of all dignity and now, he wanted you to apologize.
You turned around to refuse, but before you could, prince Aegon had slammed your head against the hard surface of the mahogany table. You were so shocked—you didn't even think of resisting against his iron grip.
"APOLOGIZE !", he seethed and you closed your eyes before finally submitting.
"I..I apologize, my king." There was great shame in capitulating in front of Aegon Targaryen. He had beaten up Helaena, he had threatened you more times than you could count and the sole knowledge of his existence made you feel sick...
"Nah. I don't believe you. Maybe, you could do something else to show how sorry you really are ?" He emphasized his intentions by pressing his back against your rear and your eyes widened. You reached forward for a flower vase to smash it upon his head—but Aegon anticipated it. He grabbed your arm and no matter how much you cried or begged, he didn't let go. You wanted to turn around to slap him—but he held in a vicious grip. You wanted to scream and call for anyone to save you—but you knew nobody would. Aemond was gone. Helaena wouldn't help you, and Linda would only be executed for interfering.
You were alone.
Or, so you thought...
"UNHAND HER HIS INSTANT, YOU PIG !" When Aemond entered the room, his eye bulged out of its socket at the sight of his brother on top of you. He immediately pulled him off you and sent him flying against the nearest wall.
King Aegon seemed terrified now and Aemond barely had the time to make his way to you that you collapsed in his arms. He sat you down on a nearby chair before returning his hateful and merciless gaze on Aegon. He wanted to kill him. He had thought of it many times before..But, it was the first time he was actually considering giving in to his selfish desires. He wanted him to crawl for forgiveness. He had dared tried to convince him of your treachery—when he was the most treacherous of them all...
"Aemond ! What is the meaning of this ?!" Queen Alicent came in, having been alerted of the commotion—followed suit by Otto. Aemond was furious and could only see this room filled with traitors and sinners.
"Ah ! Mother. Grandfather. Welcome. You're just in time. I was about to call you to claim a felony. The worst kind. A conspiracy to get me away from Court."
Alicent's eyes widened and she tried to interject, but Otto stepped forward instead.
"Aemond...Why do you speak of treason ?" He asked—more intrigued than angry.Aemond sent a nasty glare at Aegon and jutted out his chin before seething through gritted teeth.
"King Aegon admitted being the active participant of a plot to get rid of me."
Aegon's eyes widened in shock and he shouted.
"LIES !"
Aemond huffed a bitter laugh, as this was the very word he had shouted the day he had announced him of your so-called betrayal. However, Aemond then added.
"He stole my heart and locked it away so I may never find it again. He spread lies about her and made me forsaken her when she was only trying to protect me...He wanted me to go. He wanted me out of the kingdom, and he wasn't the only one..." Aemond turned towards queen Alicent to glare at her with his teeth clenched together. "...Isn't that right, mother ?"
Aemond had only ever had love for his mother, but he was now seeing a part of her he had failed to notice. He had been blind...But, Alicent Hightower was as much a dragon as the rest of them. She just hid her scales and fangs better.
Queen Alicent didn't look away, she jutted out her chin and took a step forward—unashamedly admitting to her devious plot.
"Yes. I was made aware of your foolish plans to run away together. I had to act before you did, as it would have tarnished our reputation. A prince. My son. Running away with a servant. A nothing." She spat angrily—her true face being unveiled to her children who witnessed the monster behind the glamor. Aemond stared at the red-headed monster before him and took a step back in disbelief. So, it was true...All this time. All those secrets...You had been innocent from the start, and he had defiled you with his words and acts—when he should have showered you with love and affection.
Aemond didn't even realize when he drew out his dagger and let anger get control over him. His eye bulged out of his socket as he gave a circular glance around the room. None of them seemed surprised by the news. None of them were innocent...His mother. His brother. His grandfather...Liars. You woke up just as Aemond raised his dagger and was prepared to kill everyone in the room—starting with his mother. But, you suddenly lunged forward to stop him. You wouldn't let him kill his own mother to save you.
"NO ! DON'T !" Your words seemed to bring him back to reality as he felt your hand wrap around his wrist. You had awoken and had tears in his your eyes. Tears...Oh. Sweet Seven. He had brought tears to such lovely eyes, he had called you awful names, made you crawl on the floor...He had defiled you.
You loved him.
You always had. And he had dared punish you. He had dared taint your wings with blood and sorrow.
His dagger clattered to the floor as he wrapped his arms around you, shaking and out of breath. He had turned worse than his own brother—who was now standing near their seething mother with a self-satisfied smirk.
"So...Is that what you have been reduced to, Aemond ? Threatening your own family because of some girl ?"
Aemond glared up at him and his anger turned into venomous words that he hoped would choke his brother to death.
"It is no threat. I shall kill you, brother. You dared hurt and threaten to take something that was rightfully mine. We are far beyond threats now..."
Suddenly, his brother's smile faltered before he huffed a laugh of disbelief.
"You wouldn't..."
Aemond suddenly pulled away from your embrace and stood up before Aegon with a defying glimmer in his eye.
"I am a kinslayer. Remember. What is one more Targaryen out of this world, hmm ?"
Aegon was about to answer when Helaena entered, her brow furrowed as she saw her family reunited and yourself—your eyes puffy and red. She was about to ask what was going on when Aegon suddenly grabbed the dagger that had fallen earlier and pulled you against him to put the sharp end against your throat.
"Brother. Husband. What are you doing ?" Helaena gasped in horror.
"Shut it ! I do not owe you an explanation !" Aegon spat before turning towards Aemond. "I AM THE KING ! I WILL KILL HER ! I WILL SPILL THIS WHORE'S BLOOD ALL OVER THE FLOOR AND YOU WILL ALL BE A WITNESS TO WHAT HAPPENS TO PEOPLE WHO DEFY THE KING !"
He was guided by survival instinct and fear. He knew Aemond was strong and could easily kill him, but he would take the source of all his problems with him. He was tired of all this pretending. They weren't even a real family. He never even wanted the bloody throne. He had even offered it to Aemond, but the fool had refused. Too bad. He would have maybe done a much better job than him.
All of the other Targaryens were now focused on the both of you. You knew Otto and Alicent wanted him to put an end to this madness and kill you, but Aemond wouldn't let him live if he was to kill you. It would be a lose-lose situation for him—no matter the outcome.
"Aegon...Drop the knife." Aemond said sternly, but Aegon shook his head—his own eyes filling with tears.
"I am tired...brother. I am not as strong as you. I wanted what you had. I wanted someone to love me...Why is it that you always get the good things ? I am the king, am I not ?" His voice broke at the end. He had seen the joy in his brother's eyes, thought he could feel the same...But, all he felt was that same terrible feeling of emptiness inside.
"Why bother ? That's what you wanted, isn't it ? Well...Let me give it to you, brother. Let me give you my throne. My life. My CURSE ! IT IS ALL YOURS !" Aegon suddenly released you and, before anyone could stop him, slit his own throat. But, he didn't feel the pain. He only felt bliss. It was over...A blissful smile took over his features as he tumbled forward. It was over.
Alicent was the first to react as she let out a blood-curdling scream and cradled her boy's face in her hands.
"AEGON !"
Your eyes watered and your hand flew up to your mouth in horror as you slowly turned your face towards Aemond who was staring at his brother's body with a wide eye. When your eyes met, your whole body shook by the blank expression on his face. He was livid and you thought he was about to pass out at any moment. He hadn't meant to go this far.
You knew and both Helaena and yourself came to his aid as you kept him straight. For the first time, he didn't try to hide his emotions as a single tear rolled down his face.
"Gods...What have I done ?"
You and Helaena looked at each other and nodded in agreement before carrying him outside. But then, Alicent's wrathful gaze fell on you and she roared.
"YOU ! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT !"
She took the dagger from her son's hand and stood up—rage blinding her. Her eyes were glassy and seemed to gleam with insanity as she pointed the dagger at you. Her hands were strained with blood that she already wished to coat them with another. She was truly a formidable woman...But, you wouldn't let another person die tonight—that it'd be yours or any other.
You stood forward, but Otto who had stayed silent so far, spoke up.
"Daughter. Stop this instant."
Alicent's eyes didn't leave yours as she spat with a pain-filled voice.
"SHE DESERVES TO DIE !"
Otta sighed and—to everyone's surprise—took his daughter's wrist and forced her to drop the knife. She was about to protest when she saw the look Otto was giving her. It was one she hadn't seen in a long time...Since her mother's funeral.
It was one of defeat.
"It is over, Alicent."
There was a finality to his tone and finally, everything clicked. You now knew that all this hadn't been Alicent's doing, but Otto's. The puppet master. He had planned to get rid of you and had convinced the rest of the family to end your relationship with Aemond so he may become but another pawn to this sick game if thrones. Your fists clenched as you glared at him, but he only gave you a mild look of indifference in return. He wouldn't answer for his felony. You knew as much.
And now that Aemond may become king, he had to switch strategies. It was all just a game for him and when he suddenly bent the knee in front of Aemond—you could measure just how much the man's shadow seemed to extend, twice as big as him. Backstabber.
"Long live, king Aemond Targaryen."
Aemond's eyes widened at his grandfather's words and when he looked up at you, the smile you gave him didn't match your eyes. The bastard had won anyway. Now that Aemond would become king, there was nothing you could do...You would never be able to run away together.
Otto looked up and saw the silent exchange.
He smiled.
Long live the king indeed...
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I hope you don't mind multiple requests about prompts you've done before, but I'm making my way through these and they've been so enjoyable to read, they've given me several ideas. Please don't feel pressured to rush in replying, or to complete them at all!
I was thinking- Half dragon MC whose body is always pleasantly warm to the touch because of their internal fire, so the demon brothers use them as a heated/weighted blanket? MC sleeps in their bed and they wake up with it all cozy. Especially good in winter. Lucifer won't admit it but it's one of the best ways to get him tired enough to stop working.
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Belphegor is the number 1. MC snuggler. Like deadass. And he straight up uses them being a heater as an excuse as to why he keeps falling asleep. "Sorry Lucifer, I didn't do my chores because MC laid on me and they were too warm and comfy." He will sneak into MCs bed at random hours of the night because he wants to be next to his personal heater.
Mammon uses MC's heating capabilities to hide him being down bad. "No I'm not sleepin' with MC because I'm like 'em it's because it's always cold in my room!" When there's talks of getting someone in to install extra heating in his room, he is caught in his lie. He also sleeps pretty warm so the pair are just this warm cocoon of blanket and people.
"MC I'm coooold, come heat me up." Asmodeus is snuggling at every convenience - but unlike Mammon, he's not even hiding the fact that it isn't just about MC being a personal heater and how he just wants an excuse to curl up with them under the covers. Absolutely called them his favourite little heater.
Satan has a vision. Him. MC. And 37 cats that also enjoy MC being a personal heater and loafing everywhere. Lucifer, will not allow this vision to come into fruition, so he just settle for having MC to napping on top of him while he reads, or while he's watching the latest episodes of his detective show.
Leviathan is part snake. He looks at MC and subconsciously is drawn to lounging on them like a snake under a heat lamp. The worst thing is he doesn't even realise how much he likes their warmth until one morning he wakes up after an anime marathon and he is clinging to them tail and all. He comes to term with how comfortable he is after mentally screaming.
Beelzebub is another person who runs hot when he sleeps regardless, so he doesn't notice the cold as much when he's sleeping. But I just had this thought of him using MC like a heat pack when he has sore muscles. "MC can you lie on my lower back? My muscles are sore." The brothers had so many questions when the walked into the lounge and saw Beel lying face first on the floor and you sprawled on his back.
You are so right. Lucifer will be doing paperwork and then consider how warm and cozy the bed must be while MC is lying in it keeping it warm. He'll be tempted to finish up early but continue through, only for his will power to dwindle when the breathing heater in question is lingering at his back. Lucifer doesn't surrender. But he also doesn't pick fights he knows he won't win. He's following MC into bed within five minutes.
#daemonicdorset#my writing tag#obey me#obey me swd#obey me one master to rule them all#headcanons#lucifer#mammon#leviathan#satan#asmodeus#beelzebub#belphegor#om lucifer#om mammon#om leviathan#om beelzebub#om satan#om belphegor
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Ivy Chapter 8
DISCLAIMER: I just deepl and google translated my way through this because I wanted to know what’s going on, so there are definitely mistakes but I believe I managed the general gist of the story. Anyway, it’s just a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes. Morganatic Idol belongs to Cybird and ABC Frontier, Inc.
Rina: Good morning, Ivy-san.
Ivy: Good morning, Kawanaga-san. Good luck at work today.
Rina: Yesm good luck to you too, Ivy-san. I'm rooting for you.
Ivy: Thank you.
(I'm glad I got to talk to you this morning ...)
How much my casual conversation with him before work has helped me. I'm sure he has no idea.
Ever since I became aware of my feelings for him, my approach to work had changed.
Rina: Mori-san, please confirm this!
Mori Eiko: Already done? You're so fast ... Next, you can organize the data. Go ahead.
Rina: I understand. I will finish it right away.
Female Employee 1: ... I wonder if she cares that her contract is to be terminated?
Female Employee 2: Even it doesn't matter how hard she tries anymore.
(I don't care what they say anymore. I don't have time to be depressed.)
And in the housekeeping business ...
Rina: Ivy-san, I'm done cleaning up.
Ivy: Yeah, youcleaned up awfully well. Thanks for all your hard work.
Rina: Well then, I'll go back to my room and do my work.
Ivy: Oh. I know you must be tired, sorry. Take care of yourself.
Rina: I'll be fine. I'll take care of it.
At the end of the day, I go to my room to the computer and do research on Ivy-san's work.
(This level of business is nothing compared to Ivy-san's.)
Before, he was overstretched and spinning out of control, bur now he's able to focus on his respective tasks.
--flashback--
Ivy: Because I feel better when I pat you on the head.
Ivy: So I thought … you might feel better if you stroked my head …
--flashback end--
My heart tightens when I remember that shy face and the warmth of his embrace.
At the same time, I feel like power is coming up.
In order to support him and lighten his burden, I myself must be persistent.
(So now let's think about the job at hand rather than renewing my own contract.)
(Do the best you can to do what you have to do, whether at work or here.)
(That will surely lead to a successful presentation as well.)
With this in mind, I struggled.
And ... a few days later.
The opportunity has come to test my work ethic.
On this day, exe and Sakura-san gathered in the office for a meeting.
I was nervous as I helped prepare drinks for the members of the group.
(Finally ...)
Sakura Eito: Let's get started. We are here about a new job ...
Xeno: That's all well and good, but why are these three here?
Sakura Eito: They just happened to be at the office, and said they really wanted a tour.
Hitaki: I'm curious as how to exe who sells self-produced stuff decides what to do.
Finn: You're a sucker for things. What are you going to do when you see that?
Nagi: For Gem to surpass exe, we have to know how to work like exe.
Xeno: Gem and exe have very different ways of doing things. I don't see the logic behind this.
Jace: It's okay, right? It's not like it bothers me to be seen.
Miu: Oh yeah, that's fine. You don't say anything serious.
The members of Gem are unfazed by the bewilderment of exe.
(I can't believe you tried to force me to attend a senior team meeting.)
(The three members of Gem are very free-spirited, but Hitaki-san turned out to be a nice guy ...)
Hugh: Huh ... won't it start?
Ivy: Well, there's not much time left, so let's get started before Hugh will fall asleep.
Xeno: All right. We'll get right on it and check it out.
Sakura Eito: Okay. As usual, you have to choose which of the offers you're going to do ...
Ivy: Usually, I do the preliminary research, but this time Kawanaga-san did it for me.
All members except for Finn-san look at me in surprise.
Jace: Aegis-chan? I was wondering why you were here.
Hugh: ... Housekeeper-san, help?
Finn: Let's see if she can support Ivy properly.
Ivy: Then, Kawanaga-san. Can you do me a favor?
Rina: Yes! ... Now then, I will hand out the materials to you all.
(All right, I must do that properly.)
I handed out the documents I had prepared in advance and immediately began to explain.
Rina: I have compiled a survey of each of the offers that came to exe this time.
Rina: The first offer. It's a request for a PV collaboration with a world-renowned international artist, Armando-san.
Rina: The rewards are listed at an unbeatable price. AS for the contents ...
What kind of work is required? Is the schedule reasonable? Is there an approtiate balance between the fee and the work?
The client's reputation, the lineage of work they do elsewhere, the age group they support, the image they would give to exe and so on.
Every item is thoroughly researched and documented to the extent that it can be researched.
Finn: Maybe this one's not so good.
Jace: Yes. It's nothing for us.
(I was surprised at the difference in scale while researching because the offers that come to exe are all large projects.)
(But the method is basically the same. I was able to use the skills I had developed as an assistant at the company ...)
Hugh: This ... looks interesting ...
Xeno: THis promoter doesn't have a very good reputation.
Ivy: How about that, Kawanaga-san?
Rina: Here's a summary.
All were listening to my words with a serious expression on their faces.
Rina: ... I'd like to talk about the request to perform at the famous festival UMC in the UK.
Rina: This is probably the most important offer of all.
Xeno: One of the three biggest festivals in the world.
Hugh: ... Ah, I know this. Tried to dance.
Jace: But it seems to have oddly small paychecks.
Finn: It's not even half as good as some of the other festivals.
Rina: As you say, the disadvantages include low remuneration and the time commitment involved in overseas expeditions.
Rina: The advantage is that the festival itself has a high global profile, and the social contribution it makes is outstanding.
Rina: The festival operates under a unique philosophy.
Rina: They spend a lot of money on equipment and operations, and at the same time, they donate a lot of money to charity.
Ivy: I see. So that's why they pay their performers so little.
Rina: Yes. You can appeal to the world in terms of both musicality and social contribution, and you can expect to atrract more attention.
Rina: The performers are all well-known artists from the US and Europe every year. I think it will deepen your horizontial ties.
Sakura Eito: So it's a deal with both advantages and disadvantages.
... I ended my explanation with some other details.
Rina: ... Above are the results of the investigation.
(I did the best I could, but I don't know ...)
I nervously looked at all the members.
Ivy: Kawanaga-san, you're great. I can't believe you did such a thorough investigation!
It was Ivy-san who spoke up first.
Rina: R-really?
Jace: These materials are easy to read, too.
Hugh: Yeah ... easy to understand.
Xeno: The detailed examination of the client's philosophy is commendable. It made it easier for us to select the work.
Finn: Yeah, I guess so. You're pretty good, aren't you?
Sakura Eito: I was impressed, too. Kawanaga-chan seems to be suited for this kind of work.
Ivy: I'm glad I had your help!
Rina: Good ... I'm so relieved. I wanted to make you happy, Ivy-san.
Ivy: ... you worked so hard for me.
Ivy: Thank you so much, Kawanaga-san.
The smile on Ivy-san's face makes my heart beat with joy.
(I was able to be useful to this person ...!)
In addition, I hope that everyone from exe will recognize me and reward me for all the hard work I have put in.
Miu: Wow ... you're surprisingly good at your job.
At that moment, Miu-san and the others, who were watching the situation from the side, opened their mouths.
Miu: Hey, you can't just help exe, you have to help us with Gem.
Rina: Eh!?
(What are you talking about all of a sudden?)
Hitaki: I agree with Miu, Eito-san. Don't you think it's shame to let her use her power only for exe?
Hitaki: Her analytical and management skills will be of great help for Gem.
Nagi: Just be Gem's manager. We'll be bigger than exe someday. Can't hurt you, right?
Rina: W-well, if you put it that way ...
The members of exe didn't stay silent about this.
Finn: Hey, you guys, don't be selfish.
Jace: That's right. Aegis-chan belongs to us, so don't give up.
Hugh: I don't want Housekeeper-san ... to go away ...
Xeno: It's too much of stupidity to want this girl as soon as you find out she's capable.
Miu: It's the same for Xeno-san and the others.
(W-what should I do? Why is this happening!?)
Rina: Umm, I appreciate the sentiment, but ... I'm sorry. I decline.
Miu: Eh, why?
Nagi: Are you saying we're not satisfying?
Hitaki: I know you're in the position of wanting to make a successful presentation, so you'll have to stick to exe ...
Rina: I don't care about the presentation. I offered to help because I wanted to reduce the burden of Ivy-san.
(I want to help Ivy-san as much as I can. I can work as hard as I can for that.)
Rina: I want to continue to work for exe with Ivy-san.
Ivy: Kawanaga-san ...
Everyone in the room, not just Ivy-san, looked at me with surprised faces.
(Eh, why are you looking like that?)
Jace-san laughed amused.
Jace: You are very passionate. You two are in a relationship?
Rina: !
(Sheesh!)
Sakura Eito: Is that so? I don't want it to be scandalous, but ...
Rina: No, no, no, no, no. That's not what I meant ...!
(I don't know, Ivy-san might have thought I was weird ...)
I was so embarrassed and impatient that I couldn't think straight.
However, it was also Ivy-san who helped me out.
Ivy: We get along, sure, but it isn't like that.
Ivy: Kawanaga-san thinks of me like a big brother.
Ivy: For me, she's like a cute little sister.
Finn: Oh, that's what this is about?
Hugh: Ivy, onii-san ... understands.
Xeno: Don't do anything that could be detrimental to the team.
Ivy: I know. You don't have to worry about it. Right, Kawanaga-san?
Rina: Yes ...
(Good. He didn't think I was weird.)
I was relieved, but my heart ached a little in my chest.
(I'm completely treated like a little sister ...)
I knew that, but now that I'm aware of my feelings for him, it is a bit painful.
(... Enough. I can help the person I like.)
I suppress a prickling pain in my chest and tell myself so.
Miu: Hmmm ... that makes sense.
Hitaki: Fufu, this is interesting ...
... At that time, I was too busy dealing with my own emotions to notice their meaningful stares.
And I had no idea at the time that it would be the beginning of a major upheaval ...
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His promise
Warning: Cheating, Suggestive, ooc Neytiri(?).
Summary : He promise that he will leave her for you but things didn't go as planned…
Words count: 1.8k
Note: I do not romanticize cheating, and I do not condone cheating either, because that shit isn't cool.
Jake Sully He promised you that he would leave Neytiri for you, and yet you are standing there smiling while Jake is being so sweet with her. As much as you want to yell at him, you can't because she is the next Tsahik, and attacking her isn't the best idea. So you just stand there with nothing to do but clap your hands at the announcement until you hear that one specific announcement that makes your heart break into a million pieces, but you are still there clapping your hands like any normal Na'vi when they hear the information. You look at Jake, and he looks back at you, making eye contact. It seems that he knows what you are thinking because, after the announcement, he came down and searched for you, but sadly, you were nowhere to be seen. You are currently in your house, lying down, thinking about what you should be doing until you fall asleep. The next morning, you wake up to the sun shining through your window. You do your daily routine and go outside to help someone with their chores. After a while, you kind of forget that you have a problem with Jake until you two make eye contact, which makes you nervous. You walk away fast after all; you are not ready to talk to him after what you learned yesterday.
"Wait!" You heard him yell, but you just completely ignored him and continued your assigned task around the village. This daily routine of yours makes him irretated, because why? His lover just kept running away from him, like he was a wild animal or something. You did this for a week, and he had
Jake Sully He promised you that he would leave Neytiri for you, and yet you are standing there smiling while Jake is being so sweet with her. As much as you want to yell at him, you can't because she is the next Tsahik, and attacking her isn't the best idea. So you just stand there with nothing to do but clap your hands at the announcement until you hear that one specific announcement that makes your heart break into a million pieces, but you are still there clapping your hands like any normal Na'vi when they hear the information. You look at Jake, and he looks back at you, making eye contact. It seems that he knows what you are thinking because, after the announcement, he came down and searched for you, but sadly, you were nowhere to be seen. You are currently in your house, lying down, thinking about what you should be doing until you fall asleep. The next morning, you wake up to the sun shining through your window. You do your daily routine and go outside to help someone with their chores. After a while, you kind of forget that you have a problem with Jake until you two make eye contact, which makes you nervous. You walk away fast after all; you are not ready to talk to him after what you learned yesterday. enough. You have arrived at your humble and peaceful home until he walks in like he owns it.
"What are you doing here? You are not welcomed."
You spoke to him with a threatening voice, which he didn't seem to mind. He looked around the house before sitting down.
"Why? Is it so wrong for me to come here to see the love of my life?" He said it so casually, and this irritates you so much that you almost yell, but thank goodness you knew how to stop yourself.
"For goodness sake, Jake! "You have a child with her!" You whisper-yelled at him while doing the cross-arm while side-eying him.
"And?" While looking at you so plainly, he said, This worries you a lot.
"What do you mean, "And? "Jake Neytiri is bearing your child!" You hissed at him in anger.
"So you're jealous?" He said, chuckling at his own words, while you are silent. And it clicked—she must be really jealous after all; Neytiri was the first to get pregnant.
"No, I'm not. But I am saying that you didn't keep your promise!" You mentioned attempting to change the topic and having some success.
"Look, baby, I'm trying. I try to tell her, but she cuts me off by saying to me that she is pregnant, and I don't want to leave her while she is pregnant." He said this, sighing and also hoping that you would understand his situation. But thankfully, you understand him, but you are still pissed at him.
"Fine... I understand your situation, but you need to tell her eventually. If she finds out herself, imagine what she is going to do to you. She still has the support of our entire people, and maybe she will throw me out! I do not want that." You said it in a panicked tone, and because of that, you developed the habit of biting your nails when it came to dangerous situations. Jake holds your hand and gently kisses it, attempting to calm you down. It works. You calmed down and looked at him with teary eyes.
"Jake, as much as I love you, I think we should end this! This is too risky for me," you said to him in a serious tone. You'd be thinking, "That's the end of your precious life with him, and you'll move on just like that? But Jake didn't even take it seriously; he cupped both of your cheeks and looked at you with a soft expression.
"No," he said in a serious tone, and this caused you to panic as you tried to protest as he kissed you on the lips to shut you up.
"I don't want to end our relationship like this. I'm the Olo'eyktan; they won't stand in our way," he said as he caressed your cheek, which eased your nerves.
"I'm scared, Jake. What if they did?" You said this while looking at him.
"Then they will face the wrath of the Toruk Makto," he said as he kissed you again, but softer. You trust him with all of your heart that nothing bad will happen to you, and you wrap your arms around him as you continue kissing him deeper. The atmosphere changes with lust and love.
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You woke up in the morning in pain. Jake was rough with you last night. You turned around, hoping to meet his beautiful face, but alas, you didn't, and that made you frown. You did your daily routine and went outside, much to your surprise. Neytiri is there looking at you or glaring at you; if looks could kill, you would be dead, and it seems that she knows what that means. Jake told her! Neytiri She walks towards you, and you pretend that you didn't see her by looking at the ground, and all of a sudden she grabs you by the arms. It hurts because her grip is strong, like her intention is hurting you. You glare at her.
"I will never forgive you for what you did," Neytiri said as she forcefully Pushed, you lost your balance a little but quickly regained it. You were about to say something, but Jake yelled your name. You looked at him and had a big smile on your face. You ran to him and hugged him as he kissed your cheek, forehead, and, lastly, your soft lips.
"Everyone knows," Jake said, and you looked at him, shocked.
"What do you mean "everyone knows"?" You said that while looking at him, he smiled and kissed you.
"It means we won't keep our relationship a secret again." You look at him, shocked, and smile. You kiss him again, but this time more passionately.
"You really did keep your promise, Jake," you said while hugging him tightly, and he hugged you back smiling. In the background, Neytiri is watching you like a hawk and questioning herself: "What do you have that she doesn't?
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Everything went quickly. Neytiri is at my door again, but this time with some random women without my consent. She pushes through in my house, as I almost lost my balance a little but can still regain it quickly. I looked at her, angry, but then I remembered there were some women here, so I quickly turned my expression to a soft and uncomfortable one. Some women notice my uncomfortable state and speak about it. "I'm sorry, Neytiri, but isn't it a little rude to push the owner of this house? It's almost like you're pushing her out in order for you to get in. I know that you're pregnant, but at least be respectful. since you are like the former tsahik now." The woman said as she glared at Neytiri, and Neytiri looked at me and said in a soft tone, "I am sorry, _; I didn't mean to push, and as you may see, my belly has grown a little, and I didn't mean to push you; I thought you just moved!" She said this while looking at me and while the others were looking at me too, which made me uncomfortable, but I swallowed my pride and looked at her and smiled, "It is fine, Neytiri; you are pregnant. I shouldn't blame you for pushing me, but I do apologize for not knowing that you came to visit me!" I said it to her in the sweetest voice I have. Neytiri looked confused. "What do you mean?" I told you yesterday, remember? "Oh, I see. So she is trying to make herself a victim and make me a certain villain. "I see, I'm sorry that I have not remembered what you said because I was so busy with my assigned task here in the village," I said to her in my sweetest voice. I looked at her, frowning and acting ashamed of what I had done, and then someone touched my shoulder. I looked to see who it was, and it was that woman who was the shortest among the four women that Neytiri brought inside my home. It seems that she is comforting me. I smile, knowing that I might beat her at her own game. I look at Neytiri, and it seems that she is quite pissed that she is losing. "I see. Maybe next time we come to visit when you are not busy?" Neytiri said it in that fake sweet voice, and I nodded in agreement. "Yes, next time," I said to her, smiling and going to my door, signaling them to get out of my house. "Today is not the right time since I was so tired last night. I'll invite you all over when I am no longer busy. How does that sound?" They all looked at each other and nodded, and they kindly walked out of my house, saying goodbye to me, all except Neytiri. "This is going to be a long day."
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fanfic: ghost is your neighbor, part 1 (?)
[I've just started reading fanfics again last week and it has awakened something very deep from my teenage self that had been asleep for years. now I can't stop writing ideas, so I thought I'd post some. (still figuring out how the girlies make the posts look so nice).]
18+, nsfw (i guess), f! reader
cw: nothing so far, really
summary: you move to a new apartment and have simon as your neighbor. kind of a slow burn
not proofread, I literally should be studying for a test right now
It was the third time you were moving in less than a year, but you tried your best not to let it bring you down, trying to think of all nice things you liked about the new apartment: nice big windows, open kitchen, quick commute to the office and, most importantly, safe building.
The movers had already done most of the work, installed the heavy curtains and the TV on the wall, assembled shelves, carried your mattress, etc. Now, all that was still left were a few boxes of books and cutlery.
Every time you had to move you wondered why you owned so much stuff, you tried making your collection smaller and smaller with each move, but still cursed yourself over having kept so many miscellaneous items each time.
One downside of this new building was the lack of an elevator, so you had to carry your boxes for three flights of stairs. As you carried the last heavy box, you reached the fourth floor just in time to run into your new neighbor leaving his apartment, right across from yours. You were so distracted watching your steps not to fall over, that you were caught off guard when, in a slight glimpse at your neighbor, you were hit with the image of a big man wearing a black balaclava. Already thinking the worst, you gasped in absolute fear, you dropped your box, almost falling down the stairs you had just climbed and clenched the handrail.
He stood still for a moment in the hall, and put his arms up a little, in an attempt to demonstrate his innocence. He had his apartment keys still in his hand.
You took a deep breath and tried to recompose yourself, before you could reach the floor, he was already gathering the few books that had fallen from your box and put them back inside, handing you the box afterward.
"I'm sorry, sir" you said, unable to look at his eyes. "and thank you".
The truth is, Simon had just come home a few days ago and hadn't adjusted back to people's reactions to his habit of covering his face. He felt he was toning it down with the balaclava, really. He felt a bit bad for you, when he noticed your hands were shaking when he gave you your box back, but he didn't really say anything. Just nodded at your words and moved down the stairs quickly.
You opened your door as fast as you could, resting the box on the counter as soon as you stepped inside. You locked the door behind you and took another deep breath. You thought of calling a friend to talk, maybe call your mom or your sister, but ended up deciding you were ok and just served yourself a glass of white wine.
The next morning, after a few long minutes of hesitation, you confidently knocked on his door, praying that your grandma's cookie recipe was as good as you remembered it to be.
You heard him sigh a few seconds before opening the door. He must have seen you through the peephole, God, he already hates me, you thought, feeling your cheeks burn.
The door was opened to reveal his tall figure in front of you, only a black surgical mask this time. He looked bigger than you remembered, but a little less intimidating now that you could see his hair and eyes.
"Hey," you started with your best smile "I wanted to apologize for yesterday, it was really...impolite of me."
"It's alright" he shrugged, his voice made your legs a bit weak.
"I brought you some cookies" you felt pathetic handing him the tupperware "I've just moved in, you know?" of course he knew "and I don't really know anyone here, so..." you continued, but didn't really know where you were going with that, so you decided to just stop talking. It felt a bit unnecessary to confess that you'd enjoy having a good relationship with your neighbors, for some reason.
He seemed a bit confused, but accepted the gift, taking the cookies from your hands slowly, as if to make sure that you really meant it. "Thank you." he said, looking at it in his hands and then back at you "I'm Simon"
You introduced yourself, shaking his very firm hands before taking a step back and finding an excuse to go back to your apartment and hide your face on a pillow.
The next afternoon, just a few minutes after you came home from work, he knocked on your door. Two loud knocks.
You looked through the peephole and felt a little spasm in your stomach before unlocking the door. You greeted him with a smile and leaned at the door frame.
He wore the black surgical mask again, you noticed the tattoos on his arms now that he had a short-sleeved t-shirt on, and he smelled of nicotine and good shampoo. Does he live alone? you wondered.
"'wanted to return this" he said simply, offering you your now empty and cleaned tupperware back. "they were really good."
"Thank you." you grabbed it from his hands while your mind tried to look for new things you could say, but it wasn't necessary.
"Do you have more of them?" he asked bluntly, following up immediately with "Sorry to ask."
"It's ok!" you responded and said you could bake more but didn't have any at the moment, which wasn't entirely true but you kept the looped mantra in your head of not inviting strange men inside.
He insisted that it wasn't necessary, although his eyes seemed a bit disappointed. You guaranteed you'd make them anyway, cursing your people-pleasing tendencies in the back of your mind. You had the urge to invite him inside and keep talking to him, but you were able to be brave and not do it, having to watch him mumble an excuse to leave.
"See you later." he said, before walking back to his apartment and, although you didn't know when "later" was, something inside you hoped it'd be soon.
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You're the Only Thing That Makes Sense - Part 2
Bakugo x f!Reader
A/N: alright, I lied in the last one. There's only going to be 2 parts. I don't think this one was as good as my first but I hope ya'll enjoy it all the same. Feedback is welcome so lmk what u think. :)
Part 1
Warnings⚠️: 18+, smut, unprotected sex (no creampie tho), taking v-card, praise kink, dacryphilia (kinda) choking, biting, idk how to tag this but the hand cover mouth thing, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms. Nicknames: teddy bear, baby, and idiot (this is bakugo we're talking about, gotta throw an insult in somewhere)
Summary: you were separated from your childhood friends, just to be reunited with them again 11 years later. What was once an innocent childhood crush, resurfaced years later. You always knew that Katsuki treated you differently than everyone else, but what exactly did that mean?
Word Count: 6.2k
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The next morning you woke by the sun glaring thru the window. Still wrapped in Katsuki's arms. He was snoring quietly next to you and you thought it was cute. For just a second, the thought of kissing him invaded your brain. But you quickly waved away that ridiculous idea.
You'd never told Katsuki this, but when you were little kids, you used to have the biggest crush on him. That's why you followed him around with Izuku all the time. You'd thought that the years that had past would have been forgiving, but now you realized that the silly childhood crush still lingered.
You rolled over taking a look at the clock next to his bed. 7:13am it read. You immediately felt strong arms grip you by the waist, pulling you backwards. Katsuki was still sleeping, but even unconscious he wanted you close to him. Your back now flush with his chest, arm wrapped around your waist. Your face was dusted with a light shade of pink, not sure what to think about it. Nor what to do about it either. You felt his face nuzzle into the back of your neck, feeling the warmth coming from his nose on your skin. Still hearing his soft snores only inches away. You laid there, not daring to move out of his grip. Not that he'd let you even if you tried.
His alarm went off at exactly 7:45am. He reached over you to smack the clock and make it shut up before letting his arm fall back to your waist. He grunted in annoyance at having to wake up. You could tell he wasn't a morning person. He lifted himself up, putting his weight on his elbows. You didn't move just yet. You kept your eyes closed as he adjusted himself, not wanting him to see that you were still blushing from his unconscious actions. He must have thought you were still asleep, because the way he moved your hair to study your 'sleeping' face, was something you didn't think he'd ever do if you were conscious. You heard a deeply pained sigh come from him as he watched you. "I'm no good for you, teddy bear" he said in a whisper so quiet you almost didn't hear him. What was he saying? He surley wouldn't have said something like that if he knew you were listening. What did it mean?
It took everything in you not to react to his words. Instead, you decided to fake it. Pretend like you'd just woken up. Act like you didn't hear a thing. You stretched your arms and rolled over, turning to meet his gaze. "Morning." He said to you in the deepest tone you'd ever heard come out of him. His voice was dark and raspy. The sound sending goose bumps along your back. You did your best to hide your face with the blanket and the sleeves of your hoodie that you still wore. "morning" you replied. He reached to you, pushing the blanket and some of your hair out of the way as his eyes glazed over the still prominent bruise on your face, and then back to your eyes. "You wanna tell me who did this?" You looked away. You didn't want to tell him. But at the same time you wanted to tell him everything. He could tell you were conflicted on how to answer, so he asked you a simpler question. One that could be answered with just a yes or no. "Was it your dad?" He spoke softer. You hesitated, but then reluctantly nodded your head. Still avoiding his eyes. Rage filled him and his jaw clenched. "I'll kill that fucking bastard." He mumbled so quietly under his breath. It was silent for a moment, before you spoke. "Thank you for letting me stay last night. I feel a lot better." You commented nervously. All he could do was nod in reassurance.
There was a knock on the door, slight panic filled both you and Katsuki. Not wanting anyone to see you in bed together, knowing exactly how it looks. But before either of you said anything, the person spoke thru the door. It was Kirishima. "Bakugo, Mr. Aizawa said that we're training at ground beta today so we need to grab our hero suits and meet him there for class." You and Bakugo looked at each other. "Okay" he yelled back thru the door, leaving no further responses. You were relieved when you heard his footsteps fade. But knowing that other people were awake meant you had to figure out how to get to your room without being seen.
Without saying anything, Katsuki rolled himself out of bed. "I'll go out there and I'll let you know if it's clear." He spoke, slipping on a pair of grey house shoes. He opened his door and walked out into the hallway, a few seconds later he stuck his arm thru the the door and signaled a "come" motion. You knew it was safe to leave his room without being seen. Or at least you thought.
The second you stepped out into the hallway, shouji walked out of his room 2 doors over. You and Bakugo froze. Shoujis eyes darted between the two of you, and then you saw him do a zipper motion over his mouth before throwing his hands up in defense and walking away. You didn't realize you were holding your breath until you finally let it go.
You quickly made your way to your room, making sure that no one else could tell that you came from kacchan's, and hoping shouji would actually keep his mouth shut. You waited until all of the other girls were out of the washroom before taking your shower so you could avoid the questions about your bruises. And in that moment you were greatful that you designed your hero costume covering most of your body. You took your shower, brushed your teeth, and did your best to cover up the marks on your face with makeup. Everyone met in the common area before walking to school. Usually you walked with Izuku. Mostly to spend time catching up with him, but also because Kacchan always seemed to prefer being alone in the morning. He would put his ear buds in and ignore everyone, walking by himself. But today, he stayed close to you. You didn't mind, you were happy about it actually. You just weren't sure why his behavior changed. The two of you walked a few feet behind the rest of the group, and he handed you one of his ear buds. You silently accepted and stuck one in your ear. An older song by one of your favorite bands played. You didn't expect him to listen to music like this, but you were pleasantly surprised.
The two of you were silent the whole way to school, but it was a comfortable silence.
Once you got there, you handed Kacchan his ear bud and you parted directions. The group filed into the classroom, everyone grabbing their costumes from a numbered slot before changing into them and heading to ground beta. Mina and Uraraka were talking to you, saying they were excited to see your hero costume since this would be the first time you'd be using it since arriving at U.A.
It was a black skin tight body suit with thick curved purple lines tracing the sides. The suit came up to your neck like a halter top with a chest window and an open back. It cut off at your shoulders, but you had long purple gloves that reached to your under arm, exposing only the shoulders. The legs had slits running the outer sides of your thighs to your ankles, being held together by thick purple stitching, exposing little skin. You liked your hero suit. At first you weren't a fan of how tight it was, showing off the shape of your entire body. But you knew it was best for your agility so nothing would get in the way. And you'd grown accustomed to the tight fit over the past year. You slipped on your plain black boots with a slight heel, and the black mask that was molded to your face around your eyes. You'd added a support item to your boots that let you jump a lot higher then normal. Because your quirk wasn't the best for combat, you had to focus a lot on being fast and flexible.
You'd made your way to ground beta with the rest of the class, and it was your first time in one of U.A.'s training grounds. The group stood in front of Mr. Aizawa as he explained today's training activity. You could feel a few pairs of eyes on you. One was definitely Kaminari. You knew this because you heard kirishima smack him in the back of the head and told him to stop staring. but more importantly, Katsuki's eyes were on you too. His eyes glazed your tight fitted suit, the way it hugged your curves. Not leaving very much to the imagination. You'd definitely grown up, he thought to himself, feeling a lump in his throat. He forced himself to look away, doing his best to pay attention to Aizawa.
"Today I'll pair you up in brackets and we'll be doing some basic combat training. We've done this many times so you all should be familiar with how this works. But I'll explain it for our newest student" he motioned to you. "Essentially. You will be assigned to another student at random. The two of you will fight. Win by pinning down your partner for a total of 5 seconds, or render them immobile. Winners fight winners, losers fight losers. I'll be watching and taking notes. Afterwards I'll discuss with you all individually where you've improved from last time and what you still need to work on."
This seemed easy enough. It was just basic combat training which you'd gotten pretty good at. "The brackets are on that screen behind you and you can check there to see who you'll be fighting next." The whole class looked at the brackets to see who their first match would be. Yours was... Ugh, Mineta??
You didn't like him very much, but you were at least glad that it'd be pretty easy to take him.
A few other people went before you. Winners being Mina, Sero, Todoroki, and Jiro. You and Mineta we're up next. He started throwing his purple balls at you, trying to stick you to the floor. But you were too fast and doged them all. It took you only a minute to pin him down and win. Your name was moved up on the bracket. You sat back and watched the other matches play out. Kacchan was up against Tokoyami. You weren't sure how this would play out because dark shadow seemed very powerful. When the buzzer went off, dark shadow rose from Tokoyami's back, going in for an attack. Kacchan immediately fired off an explosion. Dark show shreeks backwards, and Bakugo just kept throwing more blows. Dark shadow seemed to be weekend by the bright light and you immediately saw how this fight would end. Bakugo was yelling and screaming the whole time. You heard "YOU COULD NEVER BEAT ME, BIRD BRAIN!" come from Kacchan as he pumbled dark shadow with light from his explosions. The fight was over pretty quickly, bakugo clearly coming out on top.
You checked the board, and realized Kacchan would be the person you fought next. Oh boy.
Everyone finished their first round of brackets, taking a break and getting some water.
When it was time for your fight with Kacchan, you felt a little nervous. Trying to strategize in your head.
If you get close enough to touch his gauntlets, you might be able to control their movements. The two of you stood in the ring, waiting for the start buzzer. "Don't worry teddy bear, I'll go easy on you" and with that, the buzzer went off. His words caught you off guard. That was the same thing he called you this morning. Did he know you were awake? Did he say that just now on purpose to distract you? And then you realized that you actually were infact distracted.
Once you came away from your thoughts, Katsuki was already running twords you. "Shit" you whispered to yourself. You quickly jumped right as he was about to make impact. Katsuki turned quickly to wear you'd landed. "So you have springs in those boots huh?" He said loud enough for you to hear, cockyness in his voice. "Just makes a better challenge for me." He wasn't yelling at you like he was tokoyami, but he had the same tone when he spoke. You could tell that he was really into fighting.
He blasted himself off the ground, doing a flip mid air to land a blow before you could get out of the way. The explosion blew you back a few feet, but you managed to keep your footing somehow. The two of you went back and forth for a few minutes, him trying to hit you with an explosion and you doing your best to dodge. He didn't seem to be as aggressive as he was in his last fight. Maybe he was going easy on you. But you had no time to think about it.
He did another flip to get close to you, landing on his feet right in front of you for a close combat blow. You managed to slip between his legs before the blast, touching the inside of one of his gauntlets on your way thru. "YES!" you yelled. You'd finally got close enough to use your quirk. Standing up a few feet away from him, you lifted him in the air with the gauntlet you'd touched. You slammed him on the ground a few time, and he tried his best to blast in your direction with his free arm. You'd left a few good scratches on him for sure. Then he managed to slip off the gauntlet that you'd touched, making him fall to the ground. The gauntlet still flouting above him. "Fuck!" You thought. You threw his gauntlet off to the side, it no longer being of any use to you. "That's a cute trick, but play time is over!" He spoke from a few feet away.
He charged at you again, making sure to hit you with consistent long distance blows so you couldn't get away. Before long you felt him tackle you, pinning your entire body to the concrete. You struggled and squirmed beneath him. You made eye contact and you stopped moving. His breathing was heavy and so was yours. He had positioned himself in such a fashion to have your arms pinned above your head, and his knees rested on your things to keep you in place. His entire body weight was on you and you definitely weren't going anywhere. His stare lingered for a few long seconds. Both of you breathing in each other's air because of how close you were. His eyes never leaving yours. It was an intense moment that felt like it lasted ages.
But soon, the ending buzzer went off and your attention on each other was broken. Kacchan climbed off of you, and held out his hand to help you up. It felt a little awkward and both of you avoided the other ones eyes. You walked off to the side to get some water and bandage up any scratches. At least now you had a believable excuse for the bruise on your body.
Eventually the brackets were finished and class was over. Kacchan came 1st which wasn't surprising to you. You ended up in 5th place which you thought was pretty good. You and Kacchan didn't speak, or even look at each other for the rest of the day. Everyone made their way back to the dorms and for most of the night you were in your room.
You'd decide not to go to Kacchan's room that night like you usually did. You were still thinking about the way he stared at you when being pinned to the ground. You thought it best to give it some time.
Around 10, you were coming back to your room from a shower. On your way to the elevator you passed the common area where you saw Izuku and Kacchan being scolded by Aizawa. Iida was coming from the boys showers too, the two of you met at the elevator, waiting for it to reach your floor. "What's going on over there?" You asked in a low whisper.
"I imagine the two of them were caught fighting on school grounds again. It's a common occurrence with those two." You glanced over in their direction. Your eyes happened to meet Kacchan's. He didn't seem to be in a good mood. "What do you think they were fighting about?" You turned back to Iida. "Knowing them? It could be any number of things." You signed, not having anything else to say.
You made it up to your room where you finished drying your hair and got into something comfortable. A pair of small shorts that barely covered much and a t-shirt that was much too big for you. You shut off your light and sat in your bed, scrolling thru your phone for maybe 20 minutes. The only light in your room coming from the moon shining thru the window. There was a knock on your door. "Coming." You set your phone on the night stand and stood from your bed.
You opened your door, and you saw Kacchan standing there with his hand stuffed in his pockets. It surprised you. You weren't expecting him to be at your door. His head lifted and your eyes met. "Kacchan, what are you-" he cut you off. "You didn't come to my room tonight." There wasn't much emotion on his face but he sounded... Upset? "Well I... figured you might want some space." You hesitated, fidgeting with the end of your shirt. "Why would I want space from you?" He let himself into the room, not needing your permission. "Well I'm...I... I don't know" you stuttered, closing the door.
He walked along the side of your dresser where you'd kept various little items that you've collected over the years. His eyes glazed over your belongings before one thing in particular caught his attention. He picked up a small grey rock. When he turned it over, he saw those familiar shiny purple crystals. A small smile grew on his face. "You still have this?" You switched on the lamp next to your bed and looked up to see what he was holding. The gift he'd given you as children. The last day you'd seen each other. "Of course I kept it. It's my favorite thing that I own."
"your favorite?" He raised an eyebrow. You nodded to him. "Why is it your favorite?" You walked closer to him, taking it out of his hand. "well, I learned that it's called an amethyst geode. They are apparently very valuable." You looked down at the object. "And I think it's beautiful when the light catches it just right." You turned the geode towards the light until the crystals inside reflected it, demonstrating what you meant. "But most importantly. My favorite person gave it to me as a gift. And for that, I've cherished it ever since." You placed the geode back where he had picked it up from.
His eyes went to the floor. You couldn't see it but his face turned pink. "Your favorite person, huh?" You stayed quiet and continued to fidget with your shirt. He sighed, and then he pulled something out of his pocket.
"I found this in your yard the same day I gave you that. I wanted to give it back to you, but I never got the chance." He handed you a tiny panda squishy toy. Your eyes widened. "Oh my God I thought I lost this, you had it this whole time?" You grabbed it out of his hands he nodded and moved his hand to the back of his neck nervously. "I've kept it in my pocket almost every day since then ya know" he laughed. "Really? Why did you keep it for so long?" He stuffed both his hands back in his pockets and shrugged. "I don't know. I guess... It just reminded me of when life was a lot simpler and everything made sense. being a kid was easy." He turned and leaned his back against the dresser. "Yeah, being a kid was definitely a lot easier." You sighed, taking the toy over to your desk and putting it in your drawer. Kacchan pushed himself up from his leaning position and followed you. You didn't notice him so close behind you until you turned around and he was only inches away. It made you flinch.
His expression looked pained. Like there were a million things he wanted to say, but couldn't find the right words to say it. You heard a deep sigh, and the next thing you knew, Kacchan was resting his head on your shoulder. Having to lean forward because of the height difference.
"are you okay, Kacchan?" His head turned into your neck, still resting on your shoulder. "No...I don't think so." His voice was soft. It made you worry. Your hand came up to rest on his hair, stroking it gently. "What's wrong?" He stayed silent. You didn't say anything for a few minutes either.
"was it your fight with Izuku?" He laughed. "Deku? No, it has nothing to do with that damn nerd." his comment made you laugh. "You still call him that?"
A few more moments of silence went by, him just leaning on you for comfort. "Talk to me, what is it?" He sighed again. "Everything just feels so...complicated, and confusing." He paused. You felt his hand grab your free one and lift it into his line of vision. He interlocked his fingers with yours and he spoke again. "You're the only thing that makes sense, y/n..." Your face turned red. "Me?" You questioned him. He fidgeted with the tips of your fingers. "You just have this kind of energy about you. I don't know what it is, but you make me feel calm. You make things feel easy. Even when we were kids. I didn't realize it until you came back." He paused, letting out a deep breath. "You keep me grounded, I guess."
It made sense to you now why he seemed so irritated and angry all the time around everyone else. But he was always calm and gentle with you. He never has been good at dealing with his emotions. His face nuzzled into your neck slightly. "I'm worried that I'll hurt you if I get too attached... I'm not good for you."
"Kacchan, i-" you paused trying to find the right words. You wanted to tell him how you felt, but you couldn't get it out. He lifted his head and your eyes met. It felt like the same level of intensity from earlier. Your words caught in your throat and you couldn't speak.
The two of you stood in silence for a few long seconds. Then suddenly he leaned in to kiss you. It was gentle.
You didn't know how to react. He pulled away from you, leaning his forehead against yours. You still couldn't speak. He thought this meant that he'd done something wrong. He stepped away from you. "I'm sorry y/n, I shouldn't have-" his words were cut off by you grabbing his face and kissing him the same way he kissed you. You pulled away from him, eyes meeting again. "You won't hurt me, Kacchan." He'd never opened up to you like that before, and you didn't want him to feel like it was wrong to do so.
Nothing else was said for a while. His expression was soft and he leaned in to hug you. His head was buried in your neck, arms around your waist. You petted his hair comfortingly and you stayed that way for a long time. You could feel the gentle hum of his heartbeat against your chest.
"you should stay." You whispered to him. He pulled away from the hug and smirked at you. "Do you really think that's a good idea, teddy bear?" You blushed at the nickname. "Why not?" You questioned. You stayed in his room the night before, so you didn't see a problem with it. "Yesterday we-" he interrupted you. "yesterday, you were upset" the back of his hand grazed your cheek the same way it did when he wiped away your tears.
He got closer to you. "We're not kids anymore y/n, there's no more innocent sleepovers." He leaned his head down to your ear, moving one hand to grip your waist. Pushing you a few inches to the wall behind you. "I'm not sure I could keep my hands to myself if I stayed the night with you again." Your breath hitched. His breath hovered over your ear and trailed your neck. Your body tensed up. His hand slipped under your shirt, still resting on your waist. "Relax" he whispered in your ear again. "If you want me to stop, I will." He kissed your jaw softly. His hand moving up a little, pressing his body a little closer to yours. "Do you want me to stop?" He said while laying a soft kiss on the skin of your neck. It made you melt and relax into his touch. "N-no" your face was bright red, and you hoped he couldn't see it in the dim lighting. He smirked into your neck and kissed it again.
"if I'm being honest y/n, I've been thinking about this for awhile since you came back." He spoke in-between kisses. His other hand trailed the outside of your thigh, playing with the waist band of your shorts. "You h-have?" You did your best to focus on his words but his hands and lips were making it difficult. "Mhm" he hummed, lifting his head to kiss your lips. His hand reached around and gripped your ass. It made you gasp into his mouth, and he used this opportunity to slip his tongue in.
His tongue swirled around yours, making them very familiar with one another. He pulled away, a trail of saliva connecting you two at the mouth. Your heart was racing, and your face was as red as a tomato.
There was a heat growing in your stomach and you squeezed your legs together. "Do you still want me to stay?" His face was only inches from yours. All you could do was nod in response, biting your lip in the process. He took a few short steps to your bedside, turning off the lamp. You followed close behind him. He turned and pulled you into a kiss once again, your legs against the edge of your bed. He wrapped his arm around your back and leaned forward, forcing you to fall into the mattress with him. He held himself above you, bracing his weight with his arms on either side of your head.
He started kissing your neck again, and his hands began to roam. "Kacchan, I've never-" you cut yourself off, not knowing how to word it. "I'll be gentle" he whispered, kissing your collarbone. His hands grazed your skin, lifting your shirt above your breasts, exposing them. He took one in his hand, squeezing it gently. And the other in his mouth, coating your nipple with his saliva. He traced circles with his tongue and sucked. Repeating this pattern a few times. Your legs tried to close but his body was in the way, making your knees squeeze his hips.
The hand that was on your breast traveled to the waistband of your shorts once again. He started to reach his hand inside but you grabbed his wrist and stopped him. He looked up at you. "What if somebody hears us?" He smirked. "I guess I'll just have to keep you quiet then." His voice was low. You let go of his hand and he slowly slipped it inside your shorts. His fingers settled into your wet folds, making you whimper quietly. "Can you do that for me baby? Can you stay quiet?" He whispered and started kissing your neck again. The words wouldn't come out of your mouth, but your hand ran thru his hair and the other gripped his upper arm. Feeling his muscles flex when he moved.
Two fingers went inside you without warning and you moaned into his ear. "shhhhh" he said comfortingly while slowly moving his fingers in and out of you. You tried your best to hold in your moans but it just felt so good.
He pulled his hand out of your shorts, sticking those same two fingers in his mouth so he could taste you. "You taste so good baby" he cooed in your ear. He wanted more. His lips trailed your neck, your collarbone, in-between your breasts, your stomach, and your pelvis. He grabbed your waist band and you lifted your hips, making it easier for him to take them off. He put his hands on your knees and spread them open, sinking his head between them. His tongue poked and prodded at your sensitive bud. You were making small noises, still trying desperately not to be too loud.
He ran circles around it, in and out of your folds, sucking on your clit like a pacifier. It was becoming too much. Any more of this and you wouldn't be able to hold back. You pulled your shirt up over your mouth and clenched your hand on top of it, trapping any possible noises inside. You grabbed a fist full of his hair, tugging on it. He grunted into your skin, one of his hands reached to grab your breast and squeeze it as he continued to eat you out. You were coming close to your climax and your legs started to close around his head but he forced them open with his hands, not letting them. A noise slipped thru your hand, a little louder then you wanted it to be but it didn't matter. You started squirming under him, your grip on his hair getting tighter. He let your legs close around him and squeeze his head but he didn't stop until you had calmed down. You removed your hand from covering your mouth, your breathing heavy. "Wow...you're r-really good at that" you said in between the deep breaths. He smirked and kissed you again, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
He grabbed your waist and flipped you over. You yelped at the sudden movement. He kissed the back of your shoulder and he grabbed your hips to lift them up. You heard the sound of his sweat pants being pulled down. "You'll go slow, right?" He kissed the edge of your ear. "Of course, teddy bear"
You felt the tip of his dick drag against your wet folds before he pushed it in slowly. You cried out at the feeling of your walls stretching for him. "Oh fuck-" he groaned. He pushed it as deep as he could, giving you the time to get used to it and adjust. "Are you okay?" He kissed your shoulder again. "Mhm" you whimpered. He slowly pulled out of you and then pushed it back in again. His hand grabbed yours, fingers interlocking and you both fisted the sheets together. He was stretching you out with his entire length, the pain causing tears to form in your eyes. "Kacchan it's t-too much" his arms wrapped around your torso and pulled you up so your shoulders were against his chest, your back still arched. "You can take it, you're doing so good" his hand wrapped around the front of your neck and squeezed while he kissed your shoulder. Moving in and out of u and at a medium tempo.
He started to speed up and your cries became a little louder. His hand covered your mouth, the other still choking you. "I know it feels good but you have to stay quiet, remember?" He bit down on the soft skin of your shoulder. Your moans were caught in his palm as he started to pound into you. "Fuck- you feel so good" he felt your walls tighten around him and he was getting close. He let go of your mouth and throat, making you fall forward, unable to hold yourself up. He had a tight grip on your hips now, pulling you back against him while he thrusted into you.
You buried your face in the mattress, trying to muffle the uncontrollable sounds. "Ugh fuck Kacchan" you let out in a whimper as you reached your high. The sound of your voice almost made him cum on the spot but he pulled out just in time, unloading himself on your back. "Holy fuck-" he breathed out, coming down from his own high. Both of you didn't move, trying desperately to catch your breath.
"I think I made a mess" he laughed. You giggled at his comment. "Use the towel over on the chair, I'll put it in the wash tomorrow." He stood from the bed, pulling his sweatpants back up and grabbing the towel, cleaning you up. "Okay, all done." You rolled over onto your back, pulling your shirt back down but not bothering to grab your shorts. Your bed was a lot bigger than his, plenty of room for two people. But when he climbed in he left just as much space as he did when you were in his. Absolutely none.
You felt his arm wrap around your waist and his other slip under your head, turning his bicep into your pillow. He pulled you as close to his body as possible, as if he were afraid to let you go. You could tell by the things he said earlier that he had a hard time trusting. Mostly himself, it seemed. Afraid of hurting people and losing them. Losing you. But u silently swore to yourself that no matter what happened, you'd stay. For him.
The next morning, you awoke to the sound of your phone. Two text notifications. Kacchan was still sound asleep, snoring into a bundle of your hair. You tried to reach behind him to grab your phone off the nightstand, struggling bc of the tight grip he still had on you. You somehow managed to get it, without waking him up. There was two texts from Mina, whose room was right next door to yours.
"ayo
Did you and Bakugo fuck last night?!?👀"
You panicked, someone did hear you. But maybe it was only Mina. You hoped to god it was.
"OMG MINA!😧
Please do not tell ANYONE😭"
You eagerly waited for her to reply.
"well........it might be a little late for that😬👉👈"
Your eyes went wide and you gasped. You felt Kacchan shift behind you but thankfully you didn't wake him up.
"omg Mina! WHO DID YOU TELL???"
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"I texted Uraraka and Momo...and I think she told hagakure.
And I also may have asked kirishima about it..."
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"YOU TOLD KIRISHIMA?!?"
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"He's bakugo's best friend I'd figured he'd know if there was something going on between the two of you...😶
But when I asked he had no idea
I don't think anyone else knows"
Oh if she knew how wrong she was.
Later that morning, when you and Kacchan went down to the common area, meeting everyone before class, the entire room stopped and stared at you. Both of you. You flushed under their gaze, feeling extremely embarrassed. Katsuki's eyes darted between a few of the students. He sighed. "I don't wanna hear a DAMN WORD from ANY OF YOU!" He yelled. And with that everyone's eyes went away from the two of you, probably scared of what Kacchan might do if they hassled either of you about it.
After that, Kacchan walked with you to school everyday, sharing his earbud with you. You spent most nights in each other's rooms, not all of them being very innocent. And he continued to yell at anyone who would bring it up or ask questions. Of course, you told your girls about it, but they were the only ones who really knew what was going on.
Over time Katsuki became more comfortable with affection outside of yours or his room. He'd hold your hand sometimes on the way to school and stopped yelling at people so much when you'd tell him "be nice."
You really did seem to calm the chaotic rage inside him and that made you happy.
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ATTENTION!!!
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Mama Lan
Oh now this is challenging and you are a fiend who will someday pay for your crimes.
a song that reminds me of them
Going to have to pass on this one, I can't think of anything really.
what they smell like
We know so little about her it's impossible to speculate pre-confinement, but post-confinement I presume it would be sandalwood like all the Lans. Let me take this opportunity to raise a point that has also bothered me for several years: unless someone knows more than me about this particular variety (entirely possible!), blue gentians have little if any scent. I believe the roots and other parts of the plant have a stronger scent when processed for extracts or similar, but a mass of blossoming gentians actually wouldn't smell that strongly.
an otp
N/A, we just don't know enough about her for me to have any shipping preferences in that regard.
a notp
While I know there is technically room to speculate that she did come to love QHJ, I don't think it's the most likely conclusion based on the information we have. The idea isn't something that charms and delights me either. I quite like not knowing the details because, although I'm not totally on board with LXC's desire not to know the truth, I think we know enough to be sure that it is not good. The world of MDZS is not a world where a woman who didn't return a man's love somehow conveniently came to fall for him during or after being consigned to solitary imprisonment for the rest of her life.
Reading between the lines I think the most likely sequence of events is that she chose this life over death and therefore her consent to things such as sexual activity is technical at best. I'm sure there's some good work out there around that, but it's not something I would read whether consensual or nonconsensual or ambiguous; the entire situation makes my skin crawl.
Gun to my head I find coercion less distasteful than a theoretical attempt to sell me on a genuine loving relationship existing between these two particular characters.
favorite platonic/familial relationships
Hands down LXC, mostly because this is another example of how LXC's needs are always treated as secondary to LWJ's. I'm fully aware that LXC tells the story of his mother's life and death to WWX specifically to try to communicate something to him about LWJ (I wonder what that could be), but it is still heartbreaking to me that this man describes his brother's grief in detail and doesn't spare a word for his own.
It's even worse to think of how traumatic it must have been to lose his mother, when he loved her just as much as LWJ did but had the additional burden of worrying about and caring for his didi. Both Twin Jades are raised under unfathomable pressure, but LXC's burden is still the greater and he bears it with such grace that no one ever even notices. This is why it's important to note the lengths JGY goes to in order to ensure LXC's comfort and remove as many burdens and stressors from his life as possible.
I also love the little touch that LXC often visits his mother's house—a thing that unless I've forgotten something is not mentioned in relation to LWJ, and that I therefore choose to read as being unique to him. It's nice to imagine that he has his own genuinely private space, even if being in that space is bittersweet. Clearly he feels closer to his mother there than at the family shrine, which is another nice touch emphasising how their love for each other had to exist outside orthodox spaces.
a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with
I am deeply weary of fandom's steadfast conviction that the yassification of any and all female characters is a powerful feminist statement. I think I will just leave this one here.
the position they sleep in
I hope she sprawls all over that damn bed every night, and I hope QHJ never stays long enough to fall asleep in it.
a crossover au i’d love to see them in
I'm not saying never, but my instinct is that I really prefer her to remain as mysterious as she is in canon and not feature directly. That doesn't really lend itself to crossovers.
my favorite outfit they’ve ever worn
The one covered in the blood of QHJ's teacher. I don't even care whether or not said teacher had it coming.
#ask#xiyao-feels#roquen meta#she functions quite well as a nebulous figure#it's funny because we know so much more about ms#despite ms also not featuring directly#and having died before the narrative proper begins#i realise there are explanations for all this#where qhj comes off slightly better#but not better enough for my money#it's just so damning that we know she didn't return his affections#with that as part of the puzzle#there are still multiple ways to fit the pieces together#but without exception all the resulting pictures make my skin crawl
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Pairing: Jungkook with Woman!Reader
Characters: Jung Jungkook, Woman Reader, Kim Taehyung, Park Jimin, (these two will only be moments)
Rating: 18*
Orientation: ⚤ Get
Tags: everyday life, male-female friendship, childhood friends, unrequited feelings (only the main character thinks so), alcohol, drunkenness, night club, Jungkook professional boxer, female journalist, virgin main character, first time, indecency, dirty talk , penetration, passionate kisses, drunken sex.
A/N : You and Jungkook were childhood friends. You studied at the same school and spent a lot of time together. But when you both entered university, you lost touch for a while. One day, eve of Choseok, Jungkook offers to meet. After that meeting, you realize that you have fallen in love with your best friend. Because after several years of not communicating, Jungkook changed and became very attractive in every sense. The story will tell about the case when Jungkook and his friends go to a night club to relax, he calls you drunk and offers to join them. This is a very tempting offer for you.
From the author: Hello everyone. I would like to say that this idea has been in my head for a very long time. The idea of Jungkook and Reeder being best friends where she becomes his sober driver one night. I tried to describe her in different situations, but the only thing I came up with is what is described in this story. I am very worried as my writing skill is not very good.
I decided to post a small part the story is for reading and if you like it, I will post the whole story in its entirety. I indicated all the marks, but there will be no smut in the excerpt of the story.
By the way, please note that English is not my native language. If there are any inaccuracies or grammatical errors, don't be too angry with me and give me a indulgence
Please let me know what part of my story you liked or should I continue?
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Thinking of your friend and your unrequited feelings, you didn't immediately hear a notification on your phone. When probably 5 messages arrived, you grabbed the gadget.
22.40. Jungkook-ah 🥊:
"Hello, My Heart one. You're awake?"
23.43. Jungkook-ah 🥊:
"Hey My Heart one, don't you want to join us? I saw that you were watching our stories with the boys 😉"
23.44. Jungkook-ah 🥊:
"Hey!! Why are you ignoring me? You couldn't fall asleep so quickly 😤"
23.45. Jungkook-ah 🥊:
"Dear!! Come to us with the boys. Jimin is really asking me to persuade you to come "
23.47. Jimin-shi😈:
“Actually Y/N I think you should come over because Jungkook is talking about you all night 😏🤫”
Your eyes will increase from the number of SMS from friends. Jungkook's "Heart ones" hit the very in youre heart, so you felt the butterflies in your stomach again. You opened Jungkook's message to reply as his name flashed on the screen.
23. 50. Jungkook-ah 🥊 (incoming call)
"Hello" - you picked up the phone. Your palms were instantly sweaty.
"Hello My Heart ones. You're awake?" - Jungkook's voice was deep and lazy. He chuckled lightly. It seems he was drunk.
"I'm not sleeping Jungkook" - you say kindly.
"You saw I wrote to you. Come to us. I miss you and we will have more fun."
"But aren't you already having fun without me?" - you asked with a smile. Jungkook sensed your sarcasm and laughed too.
"Hahaha, we're really having fun, but if you came, it was really merriment ." - in the background you could hear music and sounds of cars. Jungkook must have gone outside to call you.
"Merriment?!" - you repeated laughing. "I will never believe that you can't get gaiety without me? Jungkook, I already took a bath and in bed. Do you think I'll want to get out of it after a very hard day?"
“Oh Y/N did you have a bad day? Then you should definitely come to us!"
"Yes, but..."- you didn't have time to finish as Jeongguk suddenly asked.
"Hey wait did you say you're in bed now?" - you heard Jungkook's deep voice.
"Yes"
"How can you lie in bed alone?
"So what?"
"Wouldn't you like to have someone by your side?" - your eyes widened. Jungkook hasn't flirted with you this openly before.
"What do you mean dear?"- you tried to give confidence your voice.
“I mean you should come to our club and find a good candidate for the night. Come on, My Heart ones, you are already a grown-up girl. You and I talked about it a lot." - you forgot how to speak for a while. All the words seemed to fly out of your head. There was silence for a few seconds.
"I'm sorry, my friend, but for some reason I have absolutely no desire to find a boyfriend right now."
"I know you better than anyone and I feel you need to relax." - silence fell between the two of you. You tried to find an answer but Jungkook broke the silence.
"Come to me." - inside you, everything seems to have broken off. This request sounded so desperate.
"Did you miss me that much?" - you wanted to joke.
"Damm. I missed you to hell.” Jungkook said.
#bts jungkook#bts#jungkook x f!reader#jungkook#jungkook x reader#jungkook fanfic#jungkook imagine#jungkook boxer#jungkook non idol au
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'twas a night in eaden
hello! i am ur portal secret santa @actuallykiwi! im a massive chelley fan and also a girl with a poor immune system so this is coming to you a little later than it should, really sorry for that, but i hope u had a happy new year and you enjoy this little ficlet! merry holidays! (@portal-secret-santa)
The night before Christmas, all throughout the house, not a sound could be heard, not even from a mouse. Christmas was more of a gift-giving family thing in Eaden. Maybe when aliens invade the earth and live among us, it's difficult to get into organized religion.
But kids all throughout the town would be falling asleep in front of their couches, with plates of cookies for Santa and the headcrab bites for his Vortigaunt helpers. Stockings would be hung up on fireplaces, and trees would still be lit. And for Chell's case, her strong cactus with a ribbon tied around it would have a candle lit in front of it. Holidays, as good as they were for business, were never really Chell's thing. Her plan was to sleep off tonight, make something delicious tomorrow for them both and stay cozy inside.
And then something cursed in her front porch.
"Bloody- You don't have to lick me! I'm on your side!"
Chell bolts awake. She runs downstairs and checks the window.
Wheatley, bless his heart, has been trying his absolute best to assimilate now that he is just like everyone else. He's been off having mini-adventures with Garett for a month now and she had thought they were harmless. But it is harming her ability to sleep. Partly because he's shouting from the front porch, and also because she's gotten used to sleeping beside him, and it's harder to go back to sleep without him.
She looks out and there the tall man is. He's bundled in a big worn blue parka and he's talking to a man wearing a brown coat. The snow falls down softly on them, and the large red sack they seem to be lugging. She trusts Wheatley, life and soul, but. It's a really big bag.
She grabs her coat from the rack, a red number she thrifted and ties a ponytail. She breathes a little harder just to psych herself up. She creaks open the door and stiffens against the cold.
"I don't understand why you have to bring him, he's so big and loud, it isn't the most, what's the word, incognito, isn't he?" Wheatley says as the shaggy dog keeps rubbing its nose against his pant leg.
"I owe a favour, and Duke needs to walk." Garret's familiar voice stated. Chell always thought that despite Wheatley's height, Garret was always his older brother type.
"Yes, but." Duke started to circle a patch of snow. "What is he doing, is he contacting someone? Crop circles are real, aren't they?"
"Yeah, but maybe don't-"
"Something's coming out! What a-" The smell must hit him there because he has a full-body spasm trying to escape. "THAT IS HORRIBLE!"
"You are going to wake up the children!" Garret scolds, a plastic bag already covering his hand.
"This is a nightmare!" He drags the sack up her porch, walking backwards. His lean, beanpole figure cannot handle the heavy thing he seems to be carrying. She exits the door and puts her hands on his arms, helping him pull his bag.
"What the-" He turns around and his face breaks into a surprised smile. "You! You should be asleep, did I wake you? That is my fault, but it is also that dog's fault, more his honestly, but you know. Maybe we could share blame, a sixty forty.'
She places an ungloved hand on the sack and looks back at him.
"That was- you were supposed to be surprised! We had this idea, me and Garret, the one cleaning right now. He was telling me about this guy who used to give gifts to kids every Christmas, but he usually stops visiting when the kids get too old, which is a bummer, and he also uses aliens? Good man." Chell takes the sack, heavy thing it is, and Wheatley continues talking gesturing emphatically with his hand.
"So if he doesn't come by often, I decided to help the big man, and we've been making tiny little presents for the children! It's brilliant! It's a lot of work, and I think I've burnt myself making toys a lot but it's been pretty good and everything-"
"Wheatley!" Garret calls, poop cleaned and tied away in a bag.
"Right, one moment!" Wheatley looks adorable. The cold paints his cheeks a soft pink, and the fur from his collar tickles his cheek a little. His clothes, a sweater and basic pants were lightly covered with snow and dust in equal parts. His glasses were stationary on his face, while everything else seemed to be in constant motion. He smiled when he talked too, showing his enthusiasm in his teeth.
"I made something for you. Some cultures actually trade gifts on Christmas Eve, which is tonight, so let me just," he starts digging in the sack. "I thought you wouldn't want something festive and decorative, it had to be useful, but something you wouldn't already just buy, which makes you really tricky to buy things for but ah! I found it!" He pulls out two boxes, both horrendously wrapped.
"Haven't gotten the folding thing down just right, but open the big one and ta-da!" He shakes his hands in a facsimile of jazz hands.
They're cookie cutters for gingerbread. One could think they were bought, if it weren't for the wonkiness in the arms of the people, and how there was a dog cutter that looked just like the shaggy dog getting his butt wiped, or a satellite-looking cutter.
"This is lovely," she strokes his cheek. "Thank you, Wheatley."
"Wait! I have one more. It was my first try to do something with metal, so it's really simple, but you might like it and I want to give you something you might, I don't know, people said they give jewellery so I-"
She opened the second smaller box and pulled out a long gold chain, with a circle ring in the middle. It seemed to glint in the moon light,.
"He taught me how to make it gold with electricity! The human mind! It's-"
She pulls him in for a kiss. She can never get tired of kissing him. The second of surprise, and then enthusiastic reciprocation.
"Wonderful." He finishes when she pulls away.
"I have mistletoe at home," she says, and Wheatley's investigation into Christmas traditions seems to have informed him well because his ears turn pinker than they already are.
"Got to deliver those gifts tonight!" Garrett calls. Chell gives him one quick kiss on the cheek and helps him carry the gifts down.
"We can handle it from here. Happy Christmas, Chell!" Garret greets, as Duke starts pulling him away.
"And a good night!" Wheatley bids. Garret gave a whistle, and they walked away, ready to spread more holiday cheer.
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Hello. It's me. Comfy. I'm here to ruin your life.
Would you pretty plz do a prompt for the Bingo thing. Would you, so pretty please, do the (1) College with Zukka.
I'll come back for more ships that I want
Comfy, sweetheart, you ruin my life in the best way possible.
As a matter of fact, yes, I can do Zukka. Apparently. I've never written Zukka before and I really haven't written a lot of stuff from Sokka's POV, so...hopefully it was at least somewhat okay.
Written in honor of @avatar-pride-month day 1, for the prompt "First Kiss". @terracyte this one is for you, too - I know you're quite as actively into ATLA as you used to be, but I know you like Zukka.
@atla-multishipping-bingo
Modern AU Bingo I1 - College
“Sokka? Hey, idiot, wake up!”
Sokka slowly raises his head, blinking against the light.
“Huh?” he mumbles, rubbing a hand over his eyes.” ‘hat time i’it?”
“Uh…like…midnight,” Zuko says. Sokka groans, leans back in his chair. Damn - he must have fallen asleep. Not the first time he’s done that while studying.
(Why did engineering have to be so damn hard? It was just stupid - there was no reason his professors needed to do this.)
“Fuck this, I’m switching majors,” Sokka grumbles, reaching for his pencil.
Zuko chuckles, exhausted but somehow still warm - it makes his stomach flip, like it always does.” Bit late for that. Besides, you’d miss me.”
“Hah, miss you? In your dreams, grumpy,” Sokka laughs. He barely manages to hide the blush on his face as he closes one of the textbooks in front of him. The truth is yeah, he would miss Zuko. A lot. (Damn that man. Damn him, and damn his stupid crush.)
“We should get out of here,” Zuko suddenly says.” We need a break from studying for this damn final.”
Sokka raises an eyebrow. He’s right, they did need a break - but Zuko? Suggesting a break? Now that was strange.” And…go where?”
Zuko smirks, his smile tugging at the corner of his scar..
(Oh. Oh no.
It’s that smirk. The one that says,’ I have a terrible idea and you’re going to hate me for it at first.’
It’s the one that, for all his organization skills and his brains, for all his instincts that screamed to have plans, he never could resist that smirk.)
It’s all a blur but somehow they end up on the roof of the library, laying against each other as they stare up at the stars. Something, he thinks, seems to slide into place because this just feels right. He can’t pinpoint and that annoys him because there’s always an explanation for things - that was what science was for - but he feels it.
“Crazy to think you’re learning how to get people up there,” Zuko whispers in the gloom.
Sokka shrugs.” Not that complicated, really. Mix hydrogen and oxygen together in a tube, ignite them, and boom. Rocket.”
Zuko snorts.” You make it sound so simple.”
“It is! I don’t know what you find so complicated about it!”
“I don’t think it’s that complicated,” he whispers after a long moment.” I just like listening to you explain it.”
“...oh,” Sokka murmurs, glancing over at his friend. (Friend. Because that’s all they were. Just friends. Nevermind the late nights and the falling asleep back to back and stealing each other’s food and…a hundred other things besides.
Is it wrong for him to want more? No, it’s not, he knows that, he’s just being stupid. But how was he even supposed to start? He couldn’t even get himself to just go out and say he liked him.)
“You just get…really, really excited about it,” Zuko says, and almost as an afterthought, so quiet Sokka is barely able to hear it over the hum of the night, adds,” And you’re cute when you get excited.”
Cute. Zuko thought…he was cute? That…that was news. Very, very gratifying news. Sokka can’t help but roll over to look at Zuko, and sure there’s a pipe digging into his side and it’s cold enough that his breath is fogging up in the evening air and the breeze is cutting through his thin jacket, but in this second…there’s nowhere he’d rather be.
He acts, for once, on complete impulse.
He’ll try to remember, later, what makes him do it. Whether it’s the stars that seem to be in Zuko’s eyes, the way his little smirk tugs at the corners of his lips, or just pent-up frustration after a year of this damn crush, Sokka doesn’t know. And really, he doesn’t think he ever will. But what he does know is that one moment, he’s staring at Zuko, at his eyes, his hair, his scar, his lips, and wondering how a person can look that damn good, and the next, he’s kissing him.
(Cinnamon. He tastes like cinnamon. Probably his damn fire flakes.)
Sokka has to pull back a moment later because fuck fuck fuck his lips are burning. He gags, wipes at his lips and tongue.
“What the fuck have you been eating, man?” Sokka says.” Your lips are like a spirits-damned volcano!”
There’s a long, very long moment where Sokka wonders if he’s just a horrible mistake, if he’s just ruined everything, before Zuko starts laughing. Laughing, the bastard.“ You sat next to me the entire evening! You’re the one who kissed me when you knew I’d been eating fire flakes all night, you idiot.”
Sokka huffs.” You’re lucky I like you, dumbass.”
“I think we’re both lucky,” Zuko says, tugging him close. He leans up, lips puckered, and Sokka narrowly manages to shove his face to the side.
“Oh, no! Go wash your mouth first! I’m not kissing you when you’ve been eating your spicy Fire Nation nonsense.”
Zuko rolls his eyes.” You’re such a wimp, Sokka.”
“And you need to eat less spicy food. Food is supposed to taste good, not just burn the taste away!”
“...touché.”
#krast answers asks#@mycomfortblanket#zukka#sokka#zuko#sokka x zuko#atla fanfic#avatar the last airbender fanfiction#atla multishipping bingo#honestly never thought i would be writing zukka#but here we are#atla
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TAKE MY DHMIS AU (this time it is not a reblog)
its called the insanity/sleepless/savior au. (whatever you wanna call it) (mostly called insanity) (for now, until i find a different/better name. or it may never change, who knows.)
(i'm gonna format this in a funny way so people will read this.) (ill also edit this when i make more shit up)
a lot of this is kinda out of character, but its an au, tf did you expect?
now i'm gonna stop stalling
heres how this shit went down..
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Red is CONVINCED that something is up with the house.
so naturally, he locks himself in a room with a corkboard and some photos, and doesn't sleep for about 2 weeks straight. (as any sane person would do.) so yes he is very insane also duck and yellow are very much unaware of this
*side note: you know how in the movies, people use red string to connect the clues up? yeah so red was like "yo i need something to tie this all together." so he looked over at a table and he saw some scissors and he um
he cut some of his hair off
besides that, he's perfectly fine.
anyways, after days (and nights) of research and theorizing like motherfucking Matpat Game Theory,
he figures it out.
(or at least, he thinks he does.)
First off; he realizes that the days are looping. he has suspected it before, but he has finally confirmed it.
but red wants out. so he's all like "man fuck this shit., when can i leave?"
and then he comes up with the 'best idea ever.'
"what if we DIE?"
"if we all die forever, then maybe we'll leave this hellish loop!"
So he leaves the room and sees the light of day (he only had one light on in that little room.)
since the room is connected to the kitchen, yellow and duck are in the kitchen talking.
duck spots red first and is all like "WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU?!?!? WE'VE BEEN LOOKING EVERYWHERE"
Red doesnt respond.
so ducks just like "anyways come sit down we got food"
THIS IS WHERE IT GETS WEIRD.
since red is now kind of on this i guess- elevated?? mindset, he subconsciously starts committing acts of.. violence.
it starts off small, with things like pushing stuff off tables, occasional throwing of objects, glaring at people menacingly
then the physical violence kicks in. (swatting away peoples hands, actively ignoring people, making intense efforts to be away from everyone and everything)
finally, red snaps
whilst yellows back is turned one day in the kitchen,
red draws a knife and stabs him. he stabs him 11 times
just as he does this, duck comes in and is like "WHAT THE FUCK"
he's pissed, he's sad, he's angry
he yells at red and is like "WHY DID YOU DO THIS"
and red starts villain monologuing about his theories and research. (also like matpat)
meanwhile duck wants out, so hes slowly backing away. red is turned around so he cant see duck backing away, but duck hits the kitchen counter, and red wheels around and give duck this stare
this stare where you know he is completely gone.
where you know he is lost in Insanity™️
woah that was edgy. anyways red continues. he ends his speech with something like "and now, you must die. for the sake of us" or something
so duck just books it
red follows
theres a bit where duck looks up the stairs and contemplates if he should go up them. he looks up them, then behind him, and then he just- runs left and doesnt go up the stairs.
anwyas in the end red ends up killing him
and hes like "finally, i freed them! my friends are saved" and he thinks of himself as this amazing savior. so then he waits to see if he was right. he sits in his chair and stares out the window for hours.
in his theories, he thinks that in the next day his friends will be gone and safe.
he ends up falling asleep while looking out the window.
now if this was in an episodal format, the next episode would begin.
the intro plays.
duck and yellow are there, and just fine. they didnt remember that they died. (this is including my headcanon that the characters only remember the good parts or "lessons" of each episode and barely any of the traumatizing shit) (okay sometimes they randomly remember the traumatizing things but ypu get what i mean)
but red is just fuckin confused
hes all like
"guys??? i killed you??? waht the fuck?!?!?@?"
and then for the next episode he is just super paranoid
and thats all i have
maybe red dies of stress/suicide??? then comes back the next episode? and forgets?!?!? idk?
but thats it for now
tag me if you make any content about my au btw because i wanna see cool art 👍
#dhmis#dhmis au#red guy dhmis#dhmis yellow guy#yellow guy dhmis#yellow guy#red guy#dont hug me im scared#dhmis insanity au#insanity au
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🎰!
@arcxnumvitae | It's the crackship roulette baybeeeee! | Accepting!
Nirbhi & Somnio (Both of them would probably feel some kind of kinship or understanding with each other in that both of them were "trapped" for a long time; albeit in different ways. They can bond over talking about some of the different places that they've traveled to!)
"Oh! I hardly ever meet aaaanybody that's been there before! What did you think about it? What time of year did you go?" Nirbhi knew that she was asking a lot of questions of the demon, but she couldn't help it. She was the type who could talk to just about anyone in general. So when it came to something like this, that she really loved? It was even worse than usual. "I ask, because if you go toward the end of fall, there's a phenomenon that sometimes occurs where the snow will start to glow at night, like an aurora! I missed it myself when I went, and now I just have to go back, one day!"
Baphomet & Huaxiu (...Wait, why another god? Are the dragons collecting gods?? I don't know how much Huaxiu would like Baet, if I'm being honest. Then again, Baet has an energy that somehow makes people that typically shouldn't like him, like him anyway...so I could be wrong?)
"Well, well. I came to talk to Aro about something, but I didn't expect a dragon to answer his door. If that's the case...I would imagine he's still asleep-- actually, wait...let's not get ahead of ourselves, hmm? Not every day you meet one of the esteemed Red Eyes of the Dragon God, after all." A smile curves at Baphomet's lips, and he offers his hand to Huaxiu in greeting. From what he could sense, there were five, no...six other dragons inside, as well the Inari that he had come to speak with. They must have come for Ativere's festival. "My name is Baphomet. And you are?"
Melchior & Eilidh (Immediately, I know that Io would love Eilidh. Not even in that way necessarily, but...she has that type of energy that he tends to gravitate toward in people he likes to hang around with)
"I don't mean to bother you, but would you be willing to help me out with somethin'? It won't take long, I promise." The demon was on a job, and the person he was tailing seemed to have started getting suspicious that they were being followed. Rather than jump in, and potentially see bystanders caught in the fighting that would no doubt come from it, Io decided that it would be best to just blend in for a bit, instead. "Pretend that you know me? Talk about something, walk with me a little...we could sit down at that cafe, if you wanted. I'll even order you something. What do ya say?"
Enoch & Aur (You know the "I'm in danger!" meme? That. That's the feeling I get from this. For various reasons. That aside though, I feel like they would probably get along pretty well with each other? The dragons are out here collecting deities, and Aur is collecting Questionable Company lmao)
"King Camhlaidh. My most humble apologies if I was in your way. Please, go ahead." Of course Enoch had noticed Seelie's ruler approaching already, and had positioned himself in such a manner that they would cross paths. Cloudy wings give a little billow as he bows deep, straightening again soon after to follow leisurely alongside Aur. "It would seem that we both had a similar idea, in taking a small respite from the crowd. Between the toasts and such, things are getting to be rather boisterous in there, aren't they? Even more-so for you, I would imagine-- and while that tends to mean the party is going rather successfully-- a break would be more than well-deserved."
Callan & Amara (I could at least see them being friends! From what I can tell, Amara has a somewhat similar personality type to Callie's best friend...though hopefully a little less energetic? Not to mention, one of the familiars that Callan's mom is bound to, takes the shape of a phoenix, so he would love to meet a real one!)
"He's usually a little better behaved than this...I guess he really likes you, though. It's okay if you pet him; he won't bite or anything." Pale blonde locks swish back and forth with the shaking of Callan's head. The Cephlani's arms crossing over his chest as he regards the odd looking raven that had settled on Amara's shoulder. Though it didn't seem to have any eyes (or any evident facial features at all, really), the bird seemed to be intently watching the food that the phoenix had in his hand. Giving a little purr, followed by a few noises that sounded like kisses, like it was trying to butter Amara up.
"Oh, he wants your food! I'll get him, sorry. Thistle, come on, you can't just fly up to someone and demand that they give you their stuff. Talk about rude..."
#arcxnumvitae#[Callan -threads-]#[Enoch -threads-]#[Io -threads-]#[Baphomet -threads-]#[Nirbhi -threads-]#the more I thought about it the more I realized#the dragons REALLY are collecting gods at this point#Aro. Now Baet. Nirbhi with Qingshan.#is this the Dragon god's master plan Kris#to gather up a bunch of gods for nefarious purposes#or for friendship#either one#alternatively the Dragon god is now in their home trying not to pull their hair out because#'*why are there so many gods around my Red Eyes suddenly what is going ON--*'
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4 for strike dear mistress, 12, 17, 22 for fowd, and 46!
4. What detail in strike, dear mistress are you really proud of?
oh jeez. there are a fair amount in there tbh, since it was me trying to cram all of my headcanons about JC pertinent to foowd that couldn't come across naturally via NHS POV into one piece of PWP, but i liked getting to dwell a bit on JC's whole concept of marriage and how miserable he imagines it must be if it's not with someone he's already actively in love with… If he did put effort into looking for candidates, he can’t imagine anyone angling their daughters at him for any reason besides his name and position. Not with his reputation. He’s not compelled by the prospect of being politely—or impolitely—tolerated under his own fucking roof. He remembers his parents. How difficult it is to share a life. he's not even really wrong because i can't imagine that marrying some random 20 year old at this point in time would be emotionally fulfilling for him lol. he's framing it in this scene as being about his Perverse Sexual Desires but that's not really the issue… tfw you got promoted to authority figure as a teen but you're a baby brother to the core :( and you just want someone to genuinely like you for you, not just respect and defer to you out of social obligation :(
12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?
i think the opposite experience is more common for me lmao but i'm sure this has happened before. let me think. hnmmmmm i'm still very picky about amnesia fics but kitsch's bingqiu amnesia fic you are who you love outsold!
17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?
[shaky deep breath] Beefleaf. Madoka Magica. Fusion,
i litchjerally don't have more details about this concept than a very vague moodboard about um. girls who become witches (who pretend they're girls). cosmic entropy. does this make shi wudu kyubey or is kyubey jun wu? who can say. this is all part of my compulsion to assign all of my faves with "homura akemi vibes" regardless of if this is a real thing that they have
22. Who is your favorite character in flight of a one-winged dove and why?
[rihanna mario tweet voice] nie huaisang baby! nie fucking huaisang!!!!!
the reasons i love nhs (and foowd nhs specifically) are manifold so i shant elaborate on them here besides to say that for me personally, the characters i feel the most affection for are the ones who have a lot of problems that they didn't create but then who go on to create a bunch more problems for themselves and others, and you understand why they did so and they probably think they had no choice but it's like hmmmmmmmmm girl but did you really. did you really,
i like to pity my favs. just a bit. but also i want them to be happy whether or not they deserve it. you know how it is
46. Do you prefer writing on your phone or on a computer (or something else)? Do you think where you write affects the way you write?
i hate writing on my phone because it's so un-ergonomic and i have an on-and-off repetitive stress injury so i try to minimize the amount of typing i do on there BUT i do find that i often make different connections or get different ideas about how to write things when i'm on a phone, just because you're physically looking at the words in a different way, they end up arranged on the screen differently, etc… the "shape" changes… you can see much less words at a time vs. opening up a page on a computer screen… so i often do nitpicky little line edits on my phone, especially if i'm just reading a draft/wip file over idly on the train or before falling asleep etc (both of which i do a lot.)
my desktop computer in my room is where i do either my best or my worst writing, because i either get super in the zone or i'm sitting there totally distracted by everything else i can do on my computer/in my bedroom and have no sense of the external accountability that i'd have in a public place, or even out at the desk in the living room where my roommates can pass back and forth (i'm pretty good at writing deranged stuff in a small font stonefacedly which is the only way this is able to work)
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