#i haven’t read much past chapter 2 of “I can see you’’ but believe me I’ve heard of it 😭

[walking-dead-girrl]

i call her the pocket chanfic guide because i had time to kill and it seemed like a fun idea

bonus

selfie 🎀

#heathers #chansaw #talkingdeadgirl #i haven’t read much past chapter 2 of “I can see you’’ but believe me I’ve heard of it 😭

[proxima-writes]

Title: cruel summer | chapter 6

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

Pairing: No outbreak!Joel Miller/Female Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ MDNI)

Chapters: 6/6

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Summary: Joel takes a contracting job renovating a master bedroom and bathroom while the homeowners are away for the summer on a cruise.

He wasn’t expecting their twenty-three year old daughter and the thoughts he’d have about her.

Author’s Note: This is the end! Thank you all so much for enjoying this little fic that I have loved writing. Requests are open if you have anything you wanna see in the future 🥰

Additional Tags/Warnings: explicit sexual content (18+ MDNI), age gap (23F and 38M), mild/moderate angst (resolved!), alcohol consumption, discussions of family dynamics, semi-public sex, unprotected p in v, oral sex (f receiving), slight fem dom?, dirty talk, pet names. Let me know if any are missing!

You don’t hear from Joel the next two days, save for the text he’d sent the night he dropped you off at your apartment with a broken heart. He said he’d fix this and god, you want to believe him. But silence doesn’t feel promising.

Your dad has called no less than twenty times since that night. You’ve let them all rot away in your voicemail graveyard. You don’t have the motivation to do much besides sit on the couch for your daytime crying and move back to your bed for your nighttime crying before exhaustion finally wins and you fall asleep.

There’s a knock at your door on the third day, but you don’t make any move to answer it. You hear the key turn in the lock and your mom enters the apartment.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she says gently, setting down an armful of groceries in the kitchen before sitting beside you on the couch, smoothing your unwashed hair from your face with a gentle hand. “I’d ask how you’re doing, but I think I know the answer.”

Tears prick at your eyes. “It hurts, mama.”

“I know, baby,” she murmurs. She pulls your head to her chest. “Have you heard from Joel? Or your daddy?”

“No, I haven’t heard anything from Joel. Dad’s called a bunch, but I…I don’t wanna talk to him, mama. He was so mean.”

“You gotta think about where he’s coming from. You’re his only baby, his little girl. He’s having a hard time separating the baby he used to rock to sleep from the woman who can make her own choices. And he reacted with the heart of a dad, not the brain of a logical man.”

You sniff. “That doesn’t make it any better.”

“I know. You don’t have to forgive him. I’m spittin’ mad at the man myself. But I just wanted you to know.” She presses a kiss to your head. “Now, help me put those groceries away. I have somewhere I gotta be in an hour.”

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Joel nervously scrapes at the paper label on his beer bottle as he waits for his lunch guest to arrive. He’s been a wreck the past couple of days, trying to keep it together in front of Sarah while his mind wanders to you, your last words to him ringing in his ears.

I love you, Joel Miller. I hope you find it in you to not be a coward and love me back.

That’s exactly what he intends to do. He just needs someone on his side.

Which is why he texted your mom a few nights ago, asking if he could talk to her.

The woman in question approaches the table and Joel stands to greet her, holding an arm out for a handshake. She only rolls her eyes, pulling him into a hug that surprises him. When she seats herself, the waiter swings by and takes her order for a glass of Chardonnay before leaving the two of them to stare at each other.

“So. Joel Miller. You love my daughter, huh?” She asks. He swallows nervously.

“Yes, m’am.”

“And my husband was an asshole to you about it?”

He considers his response. “It..uh..could have gone better.”

She nods. The waiter drops off her wine glass and she takes a dainty sip. “Well. Tell me the whole story.”

So he does. He leaves out the more salacious bits, because your mom doesn’t need to know about what happened in her kitchen, instead focusing on how you drew him in with your sweet disposition and he was helpless to avoid falling in love with you. He tells her about bringing Sarah over and how you played with his little girl like she was the only thing that mattered in that moment. He talks about the trip to the aquarium. He mentions his stupid attempt at pushing you away.

“And I can’t do that again, m’am. I don’t want to. I told your husband that she’s the best thing that’s happened to me since Sarah was born, and I meant every word.”

The whole time, she stays quiet, sipping her wine. Occasionally, a small smile will pass across her lips.

“You know, my own daddy didn’t like my husband when he first met him. Thought he was a no good troublemaker. I think my husband forgets that he’s just as in love with someone’s daughter as you are with mine. And one day someone will love your little girl, and you’ll think they’re not good enough for her, too. It’s the curse of being a father.”

Joel nods, unsure of what to say. Your mom finishes her glass of wine before continuing.

“I think you should join us for dinner tonight, Joel. And I promise to change the gun safe code before you get there.”

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Joel shows up at your parents house with a bottle of wine and enough nervous energy to power a small city. He feels like he might throw up as he waits for someone to answer the door.

Thankfully, it’s your mom. He hands over the bottle of Chardonnay he brought and she gives him a kiss on the cheek.

“Chin up. You got this,” she says, patting him on the shoulder and guiding him to the living room.

Your dad is sitting on the couch, a glass of whiskey in hand as he staunchly refuses to meet Joel’s eyes. He takes a seat in one of the accent chairs.

“My wife says I owe you an apology,” your dad says. “And that I need to get my head out of my ass before I lose it up there for good.”

Joel has to fight back his laugh, biting his lip hard.

“I just want my daughter to be happy. And she’s right, she’s an adult now. I forget, sometimes,” he continues. “She used to ask me to check for monsters under her bed and in her closet. Hard to believe that same girl is about to graduate college. Become a doctor. Save the world. All the best things I always wished for her. And I also used to wish she’d find someone to love her. And I can’t begrudge you for being that person. So, I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?” Your mom shouts from the kitchen. Your dad rolls his eyes.

“For being an asshole. And ruining your date,” he grumbles. He drains the rest of his drink.

“Thank you, sir,” Joel replies. Your mom enters the living room.

“Excellent. Now, come on, Joel. Let’s talk New Year’s Eve plans.”

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It’s New Year's Eve and your mom showed up at your apartment just after dinner with a garment bag and a stern expression.

“You are coming to the party, young lady,” she insists. “Now get in the shower.”

You do what she asks with heavy limbs. You still haven’t heard from Joel. Your dad’s phone calls have stopped. You’re not exactly looking forward to seeing him tonight.

When you get out of the shower, your mom is wielding your blow dryer like a weapon. You sit at your desk while she styles your hair for you. You do your makeup under her watchful eye, then slip into the shiny silver dress she brought for you.

“Gorgeous. Come on. Let’s go.”

She hustles you into the passenger seat of her car and drives to her house. There’s a whole line of cars parked along the curb, and you groan at the idea of having to mingle with their friends.

“Alright, in you go, chop chop,” your mom says, shooing you from the vehicle. You enter the bustling house, forcing a smile as some of your dad’s business colleagues and your mom’s friends say hello, pulling you into hugs and cheek kisses.

Your mom brings you a glass of champagne, pulling you along at her side as she talks with her guests. When the doorbell rings, your mom politely asks you to answer the door.

When you do, you feel like you’re hallucinating. Standing on the front porch is Joel, dressed in a suit, his wild curly hair slicked back and his face clean shaven.

Christ, the man can wear a suit.

“Hey, baby,” he says.

Seemingly out of nowhere, your dad appears beside you. “Hey, Joel! Come on in, can I get you anything to drink?”

You look between the two men, feeling like you’ve stepped into the Twilight Zone. Have you missed something?

Your dad shakes Joel’s hand, all smiles, and your questions only multiply. Joel squeezes your hip as he passes by, following your dad to the kitchen for a drink. You trail behind them, confused as hell as you watch them chat like they’re old friends and your dad pours him a glass of whiskey.

“Uh, Joel?” You ask. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Sure, sweetheart,” he replies. He excused himself with your dad and you lead him upstairs to your childhood bedroom, his palm hot on your lower back.

In your room, you shut the door and take a deep breath. “Joel, what’s happening?”

“I fixed it,” he says, setting his glass down on your old dresser.

“You fixed it,” you repeat incredulously. “What does that mean?”

“It means,” he says, stepping closer and slipping an arm around your waist, “I’m all in. No more runnin’. No more secrets. No more bein’ a coward. It means I’m yours, and you’re mine, and nothin’ is gonna change that.”

You blink at him. “But…my dad—“

“Met with him and your mom. Had some good talks. He just wants you to be happy, baby. He did threaten that he knew a good place to hide a body if I hurt you, though.”

“Why didn’t you call me? Or text me?”

“Because when I came back to you on my knees beggin’ for forgiveness, I wanted to have everythin’ squared away.” He drops down to one knee, then the other, looking up at you with those big brown eyes of his as his hands grip your hips. “So, can you forgive me, baby?”

You smirk. “I could probably be persuaded.”

“Naughty girl,” he murmurs, trailing a hand up your calf. “You want me to earn it?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, voice already breathy and your core clenching in anticipation. “I think you owe me a real thorough apology, Joel.”

He grins at you as his fingers reach the hem of your dress, urging it up your thighs until it’s bunched around your waist, exposing your panties underneath. He gently pulls them down your legs, eyes glued to your face as he does. He urges you to step out of them once they’re around your ankles.

Tossing them to the side, he lifts one of your legs and situates it on his shoulder, opening you up to his hungry gaze.

“Missed you so much, sweetheart,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to the inside of your thigh. “Was goin’ crazy without you.”

“Less talking, more apologizing,” you demand, breathing already labored.

He huffs a laugh against your skin before angling his face toward your center, his nose brushing your needy clit as he licks a broad stripe through your folds, his tongue dipping into your entrance. Your head drops back against the door with a groan.

“You gotta be quiet, can’t have all those nice people downstairs knowin’ you’re gettin’ your pussy devoured, huh, baby?”

You bite your lip to hold your noises as he returns to his apology, licking and sucking and biting at you until you’re a writhing mess.

“Joel!” You whisper-shout, tugging on his hair. “Want your cock, baby, please?”

His lips are shiny with your essence as he stands, hands working his belt and fly open in quick succession. He presses a messy kiss to your lips as he frees his cock, an arm wrapping around your waist to lift you up, your legs automatically circling his hips. His hot length slides against your clit and you moan into his mouth, the sound swallowed in his kiss.

He presses you against the wall so that he can use one hand to position his cock at your dripping entrance, pressing his hips forward to drive himself inside you. Your arms cling to his shoulders as you gasp at the stretch.

“Christ, darlin’,” he whispers against your neck. “I’m not gonna last long like this.”

“Don’t care,” you reply, swiveling your hips in an attempt to get him to move. “Come on, baby, you’re not gonna make me cum standing still.”

Joel chuckles darkly, drawing back and slamming harshly up into you, the power of it knocking the breath from your lungs. He pounds into you harshly, his hands sure to leave fingertip shaped bruises on the skin of your hips and ass where he holds you to drag you over his length.

“Touch yourself, pretty girl, I need you to cum with me,” he demands. You slip a hand between your bodies, fingers circling your clit with little finesse as you work in tandem with Joel to reach your release.

It shatters over you in a consuming wave, your legs going tight around his waist as you lean forward to bite your scream into his shoulder. You feel his cock pulse inside of you as he presses in deep, his release warm as it fills you to the brim.

You slump against him, boneless in the aftermath. He presses a sweet kiss to your shoulder before gently lowering you to the ground, an arm looped around your waist to support you as you try to stand on shaky legs.

He tucks his softening cock away into his boxers, pulling his pants up. He locates your panties on the brown and kneels down to help you step back into them.

“Not gonna steal this pair?” You tease. He nips the inside of your knee in retaliation.

“Only because I’m not about to send you out in your parents house with my cum dripping down your thighs,” he replies, situating the fabric on your hips before pulling your dress back down over your thighs. When he stands, he pulls you into a deep kiss, his palms framing your cheeks. “I love you,” he says as he pulls back.

You grin at him, smoothing your fingers through his mussed hair. “I love you, too.”

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You rejoin the party, your hand in Joel’s as he leads you to the kitchen for a drink refill. It’s nearing midnight, and your dad has turned on the TV in the living room to the ball drop in anticipation.

The man in question is in the kitchen with your mom, the two of them flushed from their drinks and the heat of the full house. Your dad gives you a tentative smile.

“Hi,” he says as the two of you approach. You release Joel’s hand to pull him into a hug, his arms wrapping around you tightly.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispers.

“I know. Thank you, dad,” you reply. You don’t miss the shine in his eyes when you pull back and kiss him on the cheek. “I love you.”

“Love you, too,” he tells you.

The noise in the house starts to grow as the ball begins to drop, the countdown echoed in chorus by the party goers. Joel hands you a glass of champagne, pulling you into his side as he starts to join in.

“3…2…1! Happy New Year!!”

Joel tilts your face to his, planting a kiss to your lips, in front of everyone. When you pull away, your mom tugs you into a hug and your dad shakes Joel’s hand, both men smiling.

And you can’t help but think how amazing it is that one summer can change your whole world.

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[lunamochii]

NYCTM: Years of yearning || part III

Synopsis; Back to where you were born, you discover things that are new to you. Meeting people who look so much different. As the new olo’eyktan, Neteyam have bigger duties now but there you are, standing before him.

content warning; fluff(?), slight angst, pieces of reader’s past coming back, first italic paragrahp is Neteyam’s rest are readers flashback. Nate is a character made up of me

🎐2.2k words

a/n; this is still not the last part so yeah don’t worry hehehe, also I would like to see what you guys can say about for this chapter. Happy reading everyone! Reblogs are okay!🤍

part 1, part 2

“I miss you… it’s been 5 years now, when will you be back? Father and mother have been telling me to move on and find a mate already but I just know you’ll be back… come back to my arms, Y/N”

“Y/N wake up, we’re here”

Your eyes squinted as you slowly got up from the pod that you laid on, Max told you that in order to get on Pandora it will take 6 years but something is telling you that you guys got here earlier than expected

“Was it 6 years already?”

You said while stretching your body, it took you 1 more year to recover fully and now you can say that you’re body is already healed up. You got some bubblegum to chew with as you grab your bag getting ready to get off from the spacecraft

“We got here 4 years earlier”

“Well, would you look at that!”

You clap and the door opened, grabbing the mask as you embrace yourself on what you were about to see

The moment you got out, you couldn’t believe your eyes. The beauty this place holds are ethereal, plants that you never saw on Earth, animals you haven’t seen, the noise they make, the glowing lights on the ground

“This is freaking amazing!”

You scream nearly choking at the bubblegum and raise your arms up, Max just laugh and told you to come inside first to the lab not far away where the ship landed as he wants to introduce you to the people who were left in here. Removing the mask once you’re in, you spit the gum on a piece of paper and throw it on the nearby trash can

Your eyes went wide when you saw man so tall that your neck almost broke looking up

“Hey there kiddo! I see you’ve grown to a such fine young woman!”

“Y-You’re…”

“Norm Spellman!”

You squeal and hug him even though you were practically hugging half of his leg, you walk around him getting more curious as seconds passes by, observing how his tail moved and how his ears perk

“You’re like a kitten”

You said making the man laugh as he excuse himself as he have to do some data collection although he told you that he got so many stories to tell

You heard the door that you just came in and you turn around to see who went in, your eyebrows arch up seeing another boy who is just around your age

“Ah right, this is Spider. You guys grew up together”

The boy look at Max with questioning eyes and Max lean in to him and whispered something, Spider then look at you as his lips curve into a warm smile

“Welcome back Y/N. I’m Spider.”

“Weird name but since we grew up together. You’re my brother then!”

Spider broke into a laughter and Max left you with him since he have to arrange the things you guys brought together with you

“Hey Max! Where am I gonna put this?!”

Spider was curious as to who is this another man. Norm told him that you’re coming back but he didn’t know that another one will be coming with you

“Oh! Max told me that you need to put those on the storage room”

“Thanks pretty”

Spider saw him wink at your direction and he immediately whipped his head to you and saw your eyes roll but your lips were curve into a smile

“Who was that?“

“That’s Nate, Max manage to recruite him to join him here. Plus he doesn’t have any family back in earth so he just kind of agree”

Spider just hopes that this Nate person won’t be a bitch and be the cause of Neteyam’s rage.

Night came and you laid down comfortably on your bed, you saw some photos and all of it are just pictures you have taken of different flowers, animals, sceneries and many other things. When a photo fell off you reach for it and when you flip it, you saw a man

Similar to what Norm looks like hours ago but his wearing garments that doesn’t look like clothes. His hair are tied up on a braid, you stared at it for 2 minutes when someone knock at your door

“Sleep early Y/N! We got some things to do early in the morning!”

You sigh and put back the pictures but left that one photo above your desk

“Yes yes dad!”

You replied in a joking way as you wrap the blankets around you, you haven’t felt this comfortable for a very long time.

“Smile ‘Teyam! You’re too pretty not to be captured by camera”

Together with Max, Norm, Spider and Nate. All of you sat on the table as you guys eat the breakfast Nate made. Max told you that he wants you to meet the people who took good care of you when you were a kid

“Although let’s not push you on remembering all at once. It might cause some complications”

Max reminded you once again and you just nod it off, you were also told that you guys will be going on the Omaticaya’s clan home, so you have to be at your best attitude as years ago, a war broke out causing for them to hate the race of humans

After the breakfast you took a quick bath and change into a cargo pants and tank top, pairing it with combat boots. You slip your camera at one of the pockets wanting to take pictures

The ride to where the people reside wasn’t that long in just 25 minutes you guys arrived and you couldn’t help admire them. Taller than you, they stood firm. Some of them doing a gesture where they touch their forehead and points it at you. Remembering Max’s words you just did the same to them, making the people smile

“Come”

Max instructed and you look at Nate and you both nodded following him. You also noticed that when you were done, Spider wasn’t there but you were told that he is close the family that took you in

A few more walk and you arrive infront of a hut, you can hear chatters inside but you’re curiousity got better of you as you look at Max with a ‘hurry up and get inside’ look

With a cough Max called out a somewhat familiar name and a man with a muscular body, his hair is tied up at the back, his ears perk up the moment he saw you

“Y/N!”

He beam and went to you as he hug you and spin you around, you can only let out a laugh and when he put you down. He look at you with so much emotions that you couldn’t help notice the tear trail down from his eyes

“Jeez Jake! You could have atleast greeted me first!”

Max whine and the man name Jake who just greeted you broke out into a laughter and went to Max

“Are you okay?” Nate ask as he got closer to you

“Yeah”

You replied in a jolly tone, Jake turn to you again and open the curtain that serves as a door

“Come on in! My family have been waiting for you!”

You didn’t waste time and got inside, they were a big family but all their eyes are on you. You couldn’t help but scoot closer to Nate and you let out a nervous laughter

“H-Hello… I’m Y/N L/N. Nice to meet you— oof!”

Before you can finish your sentence two girls ran to you and tackle you down with a hug. You can tell they are crying since you feel your top getting drench

“Y/N! Is it really you?! I’m not dreaming right?! Right?!”

“Calm down Tuk!”

“You aren’t even calm sister!”

You look at them as they move away from you but still sat closer to you. You sat up and blink twice before giggling

“We must have been really good friends! I’m sorry if I can’t remember you though..”

When you woke up, Max was the first person you met and he was also the first person to ever inform you that you were sick and is in recovery. As time goes by he told you piece by piece that you weren’t born from Earth, that your parents died on a war that broke out on a another planet. By then he have told you that you have forgotten your memories since he notice that you kept asking on the things he told you that you were fond of

“My child..”

A woman lean down before you and she’s wearing the same garment same to the man you saw in the photo. They even have the same features!

“Neteyam?”

The woman look at you with wide eyes and immediately look at Max with questioning eyes

“Haha sorry! I don’t know where did that come from. Anyways, I’m Y/N! Nice meeting you!”

You offered your hand as if nothing happened and Neytiri felt her heart ache for his son, Jake have inform her in advance that you lost your memories and Max hoped that they can offer some help on helping you remember

“I’m Neytiri. Jake’s mate. It’s nice seeing you again”

Neytiri did the same gesture to you just like how the people have greeted you before you got here, you smiled and did the same. She offered you her hand helping you stand up, then another two came up doing the same so you did so too

“Name is Lo’ak, hope we get along”

“Welcome home Y/N. I’m Kiri”

He have a cheeky smile plastered on his face, you can already tell that you guys will surely get along. Your eyes scan your surroundings

“Nice to meet you all”

You smile at them and since that day you have been hanging out a lot with Sully kids together with Spider, you always ask Nate to join but he refuse reasoning he just want to stay back on the lab in which you call home now

Today, under the shining sun you are playing at a river with them. Laughing at Lo’ak’s mischiefs as he shares his stories. They have also told you that back when you guys were young, you rarely hang out with them and that you just hang out with their eldest

“Where is he now? When I first saw you guys, he wasn’t there”

You said making them look at each other then it was Lo’ak who spoke up

“Well his the clan’s leader so his busy always! Don’t worry I think you’ll meet him tonight”

“Tonight?”

“Mhm since there will be a feast to celebrate his birthday”

You were about to say something when something cross your mind

“Happy Birthday!”

You got out of your hiding spot scaring the boy, he fell off first in his butt making you laugh

“Y/N! You scared me!”

“S-Sorry! You should have seen your face”

You manage to blurt out in between your laugh and the boy grin and tickled you down, trying your best to push him away

“Stop it! Hahaha Neteyam!”

You groan and that’s when you notice that all of them are already at your side with Kiri on your side. You assured them that you’re alright then you excuse yourself. You immediately ran to where your home is, ignoring the people inside as you went straight to your room. Throwing the mask you were wearing, you plop down to your bed and a another cross your mind

“You shouldn’t joke about that”

You look at him and just laid down your head on his arms

“Sorry, it’s just we don’t belong to the same race… a human can only live up to 90 years if I’m that lucky”

You felt him shift and now your head is laying on his chest, his arms wrap around your shoulder. You felt him kiss the crown of your head

“I will die if you aren’t by my side, my Y/N”

You clasp his larger hands and close your eyes

“I love you, Neteyam”

[ you can play the song since I was listening to this on this part haha ]

Your face says it all that you aren’t in the mood but you did your best on hiding it as you want to be on your best behavior. Everyone are gathered by the entrance waiting for something, no, someone. You heard something up above and saw a large bird descending, you covered your view as a strong wind past, if you didn’t stand on your ground strong enough, you would be rolling now on the floor

“Big brother!”

You saw Tuk ran past by you and went to the man who just came down from the bird, you squinted your eyes to see better and when he step more forward your eyes went wide

“Neteyam! My son!”

You felt your world stop, your hands going cold, sweat dripping down from your forehead. Remembering the night you once stared at that photo, the man in the photo is now standing infront of you. Broader shoulders, hair that isn’t tied up on a braid

Finally, his gaze meets yours and he have the same reaction to yours.

After all these years of yearning, you’re here. Standing before him, your beauty never failed to snatch all the air in his lungs. He have been dreaming of this, for you to be back. He slowly walk towards you by the time his in front of you. Neteyam notices how your breath hitch with his hand touching the corner of your face. He smiled, finally… you’re here

“I see you, Y/N”

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part 4, part 5

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[atrwriting]

control -- aemond x highborn!fem!reader

ok a few NOTES because im feral 

1) i literally called the last chapter “chapter nine” when this is chapter nine everywhere i posted it and im too lazy to change it but im so embarrassed

2) this is slowly turning into a porn with plot story but honestly the world is bleak and if this brings me joy to write and this bring you joy to read so be it

3) this is barely edited we die like men

as always, warnings, because we don’t fuck around:  SMUT!, dubcon because no one can actually consent in this universe, anal, fingering, dirty talk, possessive aemond, aemond is a toxic fuck, talk of rape/assault/sexual harassment, domestic violence

and now, the actual chapter nine: 

when the prince had said you two were going for a ride, you thought he meant his dragon. to your surprise, he meant horseback.

“my wedding gift to you, wife,” he stated, holding the reins to a beautiful dark black mare.

the excitement of the sight before you took over as you sent your husband the biggest smile and immediately approached the mare. you had ridden before, sure, but you had never had your own horse like your brothers had. this horse, your horse, was soft to the touch, but you could feel her muscles ripple underneath her coat. she was sturdy, and you knew you would feel safe.

“thank you, husband,” you replied, grinning at him. “she’s beautiful.”

“don’t let her fool you, wife,” your husband warned. “i picked her because she has a fire in her eyes that rival yours.”

you smirked. “i see you enjoy many things under your palm that wield such flames, my prince.”

aemond smacked an open palm onto your clothed backside. you yelped before he pulled you in by the hip and slammed your mouths together. he shoved his tongue past your lips and danced with your own tongue. there was passion in each movement of his, but he was gone shortly after he began and left you feeling empty.

aemond, in turn, smacked the backside of your horse. she did not like it as much as you had when he had done it to you. aemond didn’t care, though, he just walked towards his own horse.

you, however, couldn’t help but stare as your horse flung herself back onto her back legs. she stood sturdy, and began to flail her front legs in the air as she let out a loud cry. the sun had caught her beautiful dark color as her hair flowed in the light breeze, and she came down back to the ground with a loud thump. she was silent then, save for a few frustrated grunts, but then she eyed you.

sizing you up.

“he can be big and mean, can’t he, girl?” you smiled, avoiding eye contact with your husband.

she whinied.

“you’ve handled worse, though, haven’t you?”

she said nothing.

you laughed. “i as well.”

you hopped on, and rode with your husband. there was nothing like the same wind flowing through your long brown locks like the ones that you had seen swoosh through your horse’s. she was sturdy, and road hard and as fast as she could. her strength tested yours, and it would be naive to claim it was easy to let her know you were a match made for her. you would have to earn her, and you knew she was right to treat you as such.

her ride was difficult as she swung you from side to side, and you heard aemond’s laughs over the galloping of the multiple hooves. he saw her rejecting you, and he was laughing at you for it. you sent him a sneer.

asshole.

you’d show him.

you took off then.

you found it easier to have her weight distributed evenly when she was galloping quicker and harder. your shoulders were tense and your thighs were tight around the saddle, a good foundation to fight on when you need to prove those around you wrong. you didn’t need to prove your enemies wrong, or anyone for that matter, but gods be damned if you would also let a creature such as the one beneath you believe that you were not a match for her.

you may not be able to show the men around you what exactly you were capable of, but at least you would know that your own strength would not be trifled with.

your focus was only the view before you, a path of dirt, greenery, and several trees before it had shifted. a glare of blinding white hair was beginning to sneak its way into your peripheral vision, but you paid it no mind. you tried to ignore it and focus on the beauty before you and the promise that it was for strength and freedom. that was until it had found its way past your peripheral, and into your direct line of sight… in front of you, only yards away.

you yanked on your mare’s reins. “my prince!”

the prince dropped from his horse and began to stomp towards you. he only had one eye, and therefore when it glared it should not have been as intimidating as if he had two, but gods be damned if it wasn’t the most threatening thing you had ever seen. what were you to do? nothing. he was your husband. he was not another woman. you had to address him. you had to respect him… if you wished to breathe.

you dismounted your house and held your chin up high.

he yanked you by the upper arm.

“how dare you!”

your brow furrowed. “how dare i?”

“granting you a horse was not a grant of pure freedom, wife,” he spat, eye wild. 

it was the first time you ever bared your teeth at your husband. you could not help the way no amount of oxygen in your lungs would suffice as the breath that left your lips was red and hot. pouring onto his face, you scorned him, because the man refused to give you any personal space as he forced himself so close your body.

“i have never asked you for a thing, but i have given you everything i could and more,” you spat. “and yet you spite me by believing that i would attempt to run away, with you next to me? do you think I am a fool?”

“i do,” he spat. “i fucking do, you insolent witch-“

“i would not leave you!” you snarled with wild eyes. “i am your wife!”

he wrenched you harder then. he tore you from whatever foundation you stood on before and forced you into his close proximity with his hot and heavy breath fanning across your face. his eye, consumed with emotion, was wild as it glared upon you. however, it was not filled with rage as you suspected… but fear.

“escape?” he spat in disbelief. “you think i fear your escape?”

you crunched your eyebrows in confusion at the man before you.

through gritted teeth, he spat once more, “i dare you to find a man that could make you feel more like a woman than I could, my lady wife. i find you absolutely insolent and irrevocably fucking small-minded because you ran from my protection!”

you did not answer. you could not find it in yourself to respond as you could not put your pretty finger on the true meaning of his words. when realization did not show on your face, that made your husband angry. so angry. so angry that the dragon before you flared his nostrils  and grabbed for your throat, wrenching you towards him.

“i lost my beloved boy, and you dare taunt me with the possibility that the one thing i have found even the smallest amount of peace, your company, will be taken by the same men that took my boy? how dare you?!”

your lips parted in realization as your eyes melted before him.

“don’t you fucking dare give me that fucking look, witch!”

you raised a small, shaking hand to cup the wrist that belonged to the hand that held your delicate, soft neck. his grip did not waver, but the side of his upper lip did quirk in anger. you shifted uncomfortably in his grasp, hoping to draw some space between his fingers.

“you’re hurting me, my prince,” you struggled to gasp out, reaching for his forearm. 

“i’m hurting you?” he asked sarcastically, slightly tightening his grip. 

“please,” you gasped once. 

“you resort to begging now?” again, his grip tightened. “how fucking pathetic.”

“my prince-“ you breath was running so short you could barely fight the cough that was threatening to squeeze through his grasp. “my prince, please-“ 

“do you think those men cared when my son begged for his life?” he asked, anger dripping from bud words. “do you think they would care if you would beg for your life?” 

tears were slipping from your eyes as you struggled in his grasp. your voice could no longer utter pleads for mercy, so your eyes did their best. however… there would be no mercy from him. 

“they wouldn’t!” he roared. “they’d cut off your head after they raped your barely breathing body! do you still wish to run from me, princess? aye? from the man that would tear out throats for his kin?” you were not only struggling to keep breathing, but now your wits about you. “for you, my sweet, fucking stupid wife?” 

you beat at his chest at this, but to no avail. 

“shall i show you, here, on the forest floor, what they might do to a pretty face and body like yours?” he spat. “my own brother would not be able to harm a weak body like this because those men would leave you unrecognizable for even wild animals like him.” 

he threw you to the ground then. your mare had kicked at the dirt, and moved towards your husband’s horse who was nibbling on a nearby bush. your husband wasted no time in barreling towards you, an expert at intimidation tactics it seemed. small gasps we’re leaving your lips as you tried to regain your breathe and prepare for more blows to your body and to your ego. 

“i know you feel it, too,” you gushed, as he bent down to hover over you. his knees were planted on either side of you, as were his hands on the sides of your head. 

he spat, “what nonsense are you speaking of, woman?” 

“how crushing the feeling of duty can feel,” you spoke. “to the point where you only see relief in small moments. like on vhagar.”

he clenched his jaw, but his eye did not soften. “duty? what duty do you feel the need to flee from, wife?” 

“i am not fleeing your side, that i am certain of,” you spat. “however, it is crushing to be a woman at times. i receive tastes of strength and vitality that men beneath me are welcome to. i enjoyed the feeling of adrenaline while riding the mare because i was not a small woman, but someone with focus and speed.” 

he lifted his chin at you then, staring down at you from his nose. 

“you are not the only one that has found peace in this union.” you reached up to cup one side of his jaw in your hands, letting a thumb ghost over his cheekbone. “i was not running from you. i wanted us to ride together.” 

his voice was low as he spoke, still eyeing you. “admit it was wrong to wrong from my side.” 

you laughed at that. “please. you could find a new wife if i was cast down.” 

he smacked your hand away at that. he grabbed your wrist in one hand and held it between the two of you. he bared his teeth, like the animal he was, standing over his prey, and you sucked in a sharp breath at this action. “you infuriate me, do you know that?” he seethed. “i have held your company for almost a moon cycle’s time and you make it your duty to find a way to settle under my skin with an unpredictable action. you can play the part in public, but in private, hmm? you curse me, threaten me, fight and ride better than some men and all women i know, and now flee? without realizing the distress it may cause? and then scoff at me, as you lay defenseless on the floor of the forest?” 

he stood then, leaving you on the ground. your husband’s height loomed over you as he blocked the sun’s rays from above. he spat, “find your own way back then. or don’t.” 

he was quick to stand up and begin his walk from you, but you were quicker. you whirled around him to stop him in his tracks. standing before him, you grabbed both of his sleeves to hold him in place. not that it would do much good — if aemond targaryen wanted to move you, he’d just fucking move you. but he stayed in place.

“i could find my way back with little issue, my prince,” you stated. this wasn’t to say you were an excellent tracker, you just noticed he basically took you in a straight line from the castle stables and into the woods. “but i would rather do it at your side, like how i wished we could have rode hard and fast together.” 

he pushed out a huff from his nostrils. “you took off like a wild animal.” he sucked his teeth. “you are supposed to be a princess.” 

you raised an eyebrow at him. “obedient women do not satisfy you, husband. this i know.” 

“this you know?” he remarked. “how do you know i don’t have a thousand women sucking my cock, or bent over tables, when you’re too preoccupied in that little head of yours, hmm?” 

you narrowed your eyes at him. “because you would find more pleasure in your brother’s company if that were true.” he pulled his wrists from you and stepped closer. before he could respond, you kept going. “and i find pleasure in your company because i think you are a good companion, husband,” you gushed, pleading with your eyes and your words. “i meant it when i said you are not the only one who has known peace from our marriage. i… i was so afraid of the idea of you… but then i met you…” 

he laughed, loud and dark. “you were worried the kinslayer would rip you in two, aye?” 

it was the first time you two had ever spoken of it that plainly. you tried to find the words, but it was so hard to think about something that traumatic happening at the hands of your husband. he glared at you, but his eyes awaited a response. when you had no words to say, only a stupid looking open-mouth and watery eyes, the prince almost turned to leave. you grasped his arm once more, and pulled him towards you. 

“stop walking from me!” you attempted to seethe, but it came out more as a cry. “i waited until i had spent enough time with you to drum up my own conclusion of what i think of you, and while you can be a royal asshole, i like being your wife, aemond! please, please don’t walk away…” 

“and yet you run from me,” he remarked with little hesitation, and no concern for your pleading. 

“you’re the only person who’s ever given me agency, aemond,” you replied. “i am an outsider, and yet you gave me responsibility, a dagger, a mare… i wouldn’t run from you. not every woman is like your half-sister and believes that they can just-just… make their own way, as if they wouldn’t need permission from a man to do so.” 

he narrowed his eyes at your statement then. “a woman as insolent as yourself does not believe a woman should rule?” 

you scrunched your eyebrows at him. “husband — i have never believed rhaenyra targaryen should rule.” 

there it was. the truth. the first time you had ever been asked your honest opinion about the subject matter by someone who genuinely wanted to know what you would say. 

“why is that?” he asked, evil playing from his tongue. “she should be your hero.” 

you scoffed before you eyed him. “you know it is not fitting of a woman of my station to speak ill of a member of the royal family.” 

“you husband is asking you why,” he spat. “your lord husband, the prince, is asking you why. answer me.” 

you hesitated as you stared at him. dragon fire danced in his pupil, and you weren’t sure if it was safe to bait him. “her bastards and her lovers are of no consequence to me, husband. i could not care less.” 

he narrowed his eyes at you and stepped closer. “tread carefully when i ask you why, wife. now elaborate.” 

you huffed. “my father used to tell me stories of when he was asked to sponsor her betrothal tours, nameday celebrations… i found her actions prideful. she is prideful, husband, but lacks the intelligence needed not to hurt herself and the ones she loves when she is acting selfishly.” 

aemond let out a hardy laugh at that. “that pride was what caused the riff between her children and i.” 

you looked away from his face at that and hit your lip. what were you supposed to say? oh, is that why you killed your nephew? instead, you ventured, “i suppose that means they were not very nice to you as children.” 

“boys cannot be blamed for the sins of their parents.” he thickly swallowed. “however, the sins they commit as men are their own. i am no exception.” 

you could not tear your eyes away from his then. with your brow furrowed, you searched his face for the correct response to his heavy statement. while he held your gaze, he was not concentrated on the fact that you were struggling to figure out what to say. no… he was tossing and turning words of his own on his tongue. 

“i was wrong to believe that i could completely control and wield the power and strength of a being like vhagar,” he stated. “my mistake has lead to so many losses for my family. for me.” 

“how did it…” you began. “how did… you find each other that day?” 

he swallowed. “i was… i was pledging a betrothal to unite our house with the baratheon’s. i was to marry one of his daughters in exchange for their support. the young prince, lucerys had ventured to lord borros as well. however, he came empty handed-“ 

you laughed at that. you couldn’t help it. aemond raised an eyebrow at your interruption. “the black pride,” you laughed. “asking for the support with nothing to offer? husband, i beg of you — do not jest — they must have tried to offer something —“ 

“i do no such thing, wife,” your husband stated, no humor in his tone. 

“my prince,” you began. “you honestly believe that it was your fault?” 

he narrowed his eye at you, not amused in the slightest. he looked ready to pounce, but you would not give him the chance. 

“gods damn me to each of the seven hells if you dare insult me by believing that you are solely at fault for that,” you spat. “rhaenyra targaryen sent her young son, with no protector, empty handed when she is asking for support? from a high lord, that your family would be asking for as well? husband — vhagar may have been the killing strike, but rhaenyra targaryen’s pride is the reason her son is dead.” 

the attempt was meant to quell whatever guilt he felt, presumably for having a hand in killing his son, but it did not appear to provide comfort to aemond. in fact, he raised his chin at you and looked down his nose at you. you had to act quick. 

“that’s why i do not support her claim as queen,” you stated. “she’s a fucking idiot.” 

your husband allowed a small smirk to tug at the corners of his mouth. “what do you think about a woman ruling on the iron throne?” 

now that was a question. you pondered your many possible answers as there was no doubt your words would have an effect on aemond. you wrestled with the idea of stating what he possibly wanted to hear, or an answer that his family would find fitting, but in the end you decided on the truth. “i was not raised to be a member of the royal family, husband, so i am not sure i am fit to speak on such matters,” you began, “but if i were to give my honest answer, i would have to say i admire women like visenya targaryen. a conqueror and protector in her own right, and for that she earned the title as queen, in my opinion.” 

“would your answer have anything to do with the fact that i ride her mighty dragon, lady wife?” he smiled devilishly. “is this your attempt at bootlicking? i enjoy you low on your knees, wife, but not as pathetically as that.” 

you narrowed your eyes at him as a smirk played at your lips. “i prefer riding leathers to dresses, daggers to knitting needles, and i much rather be on my knees for my dearest husband rather than listen to you insult me. however, if you’re just going to insult me--” you began to walk towards your horse. “i guess i’ll take my leave--”

he grasped your wrist and spun you to face him. with both hands on your upper body, the prince pressed your back into a nearby tree. you sucked in a sharp breath as you stared at his face, clutching at his elbows with your shaking hands. 

“a simple ‘no’ would have sufficed, aemond,” you huffed. 

he pressed you harder into the tree. you winced before realizing it was your cue to shut your mouth. you were ready to fight back, but you obliged. you glanced back at your husband and waited for him to respond. 

“the next time you threaten to walk away from me, i will send you back to your father,” he mused. before you could retort, he continued, “you are the smallest glimmer of peace i have seen in some years, but the headaches you cause me distract me. you are my wife, but i am a prince.” 

“i do not feel at peace when you ask for timidity from me when we are in private,” you spoke. “i have proven i can take care of myself, husband. i promise i will not stray far from you, but i refuse to let you believe i need to be attached at your hip like a babe. you will drive yourself mad believing that will provide you peace, or what you think you really want... control.” 

“do not presume--” 

“husband,” you spoke softly, reaching to hold the side of his face. “let me show you peace. let me be your peace in the small moments like this we have together.” 

you suddenly palmed your husband through his leathers.  

while you did want to please him, part of you also wanted to distract him from being so cross with you. sexually manipulation did not make you a good person, but good people rarely lived. you wanted to survive. 

you made quick work at his breeches. you went to drop to your knees, but your husband had other plans. he pushed your front against the same tree as before and pressed his chest to your back. after ripping the fabric from your body, aemond shoved his entire length into your cunt. 

you gasped in pain as you attempted to grab at the bark to steady yourself. you were not prepared for his size. aemond snaked an arm around your neck, placing your throat in a loose headlock. with the side of his face pressed to yours, he began his murder with words. 

“i am the prince aemond targaryen, rider of the great and mighty vhagar, and father to the rightful heir of the throne, and the last thing that will make me forget that is your pathetic tongue, you witch,” he growled in your ear. “i do have control over you, but not because i have taken it -- because you willfully give it to me, lady wife.” 

his fingertips found your clit. he rubbed rigorous circles onto the sensitive bud as tears began to leak from your eyes. aemond nibbled at the skin of your jaw as he fucked into your cunt relentlessly. the bark of the tree was scraping your skin, but there was nothing in the world that felt better than aemond playing with your sensitive cunt. 

“i hate you,” you cried. “fuck, it feels so good...” 

“go on,” he urged. “give in, wife. admit it was wrong to leave my side, and i’ll fuck an heir into this cunt.” 

“i won’t...” you whined. “i hate you so--”

the prince laughed in your ear. “i beg to differ, wife. the walls of your cunt are clenching around my cock. it seems you want my heir more than I do.” 

“fuck you, aemond,” you spat helplessly, hips already beginning to stir. you tried to fight the overwhelming sense of pleasure, but it was already causing your muscles to tighten in the lower half of your body. “i fucking hate you...”

he ripped his fingers from your clit and began to fuck your cunt in a shallow manner. you began to push back against his hips, hoping to draw more from him, but he wouldn’t give in. you began to reach for his hips to pull you closer, but he held you against the tree. you cried out in frustration. 

“i consider myself merciful, wife, but not today,” he snickered in your ear. “such unbecoming words you have thrown at me...” 

the prince slipped his cock from your folds. you could not see from your spot against the tree, but you could hear the the delicious sounds of your husband stroking his wet cock that was soaked with your juices. as a reflex, your hand found its way between your legs and began to rub circles on your sensitive nub. 

a hard smack came down on the flesh of your ass. 

“ungrateful, taking whatever you please,” he spoke, now holding one ass cheek in each of his hands. grasping at the flesh and pushing to either side, you were fully exposed to him now. you sucked in a sharp breath when you felt a warm, wet thumb prod at your asshole. “i might as well follow your example, wife.” 

“aemond,” you whimpered, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. 

he spat on his thumb once more, and began to fuck your hole with it. the sensation put your nerves on high alert, so intense it was difficult to decipher whether it was painful or pleasurable. 

“so tight for me,” he groaned. “are you going to stop me?” 

“n-no...” you whined once more. “i want... to feel you there.” 

you could feel the tip of his cock poke at your entrance before he began to slide it in ever so slowly. your hole was tighter than your cunt, and had seen even less preparation. every nerve in the lower half of your body was jumping at the sensation of aemond and his large cock, but you didn’t want it to stop. you were hurt, mentally and physically, but this new pain felt so good. so, so good. especially when aemond replaced his fingers with your own. 

“i hate to waste my seed, but to make you cum and have your walls clench around nothing is what i want. i want you to hate the feeling of being empty without me,” he spat. “I want you to feel worse than i did when i thought you left.” 

you whimpered at his words. his fingers were slipping back and forth between your nub and dripping cunt, rubbing the juices all over your clit that created the most delicious combination of friction and pleasure. 

“and i want to make you cry out like a whore when i make you cum from my cock so deep inside your ass,” he groaned. “can you do that for me, doll? can you be a good princess for your prince?”

“anything,” you pathetically whimpered. “i’ll do anything, aemond, just make me feel good...” 

he groaned at your words. “i always win, doll.” 

he was true to his word. aemond targaryen was not merciful. 

everything was more sensitive when aemond had collected your juices from your lonely cunt and used them to lubricate the intense motions he drew on your cunt. the bark scratched against the skin of your face, neck, and palms, but nothing was rougher than the way that aemond’s calloused fingers forced you to take every bit of their pleasure they could offer. 

“fuck, aemond, i’m going... i’m going...” 

“go on,” he grunted, slamming his hips into yours. you could feel his cock in your guts, twitching with every thrust. “give it to me. that’s it, pretty. give in to me.” 

“fuck, fuck, fuck...!” 

he was right. you could feel it. 

warmth had spread throughout the lower half of your body and your mind was sent reeling, yes, and tears had sprung from your eyes from how intense it felt to have so much pain mixed with pleasure, yes, but you never thought aemond would be right about how painful it was to feel your cunt clench around nothing but its own walls. your pussy throbbed continuously with nothing inside of it, forcing a whimper to leave your lips. 

“i will take all of you, as you have taken all of me,” aemond seethed before spilling his hot seed into you. 

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this is so dirty im ashamed ... don’t ever let me out of the house again

- A

#Aegon Targaryen #aemond fic #Aemond x Reader #Aemond the Kinslayer #aemond imagine #hotd aemond #aemond smut #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen x reader

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Fic Recs #4

Hello and welcome back to the fourth instalment of my fic rec posts! Check out #1 here, #2 here, and #3 here. All of these can also be found in my #fic rec tag!

This post (well, these fics) are brought to you thanks to the work of the wondrous mods over at @aziraphales-library! Check them out if you haven’t already, and give them a big thank you :)

Please do recommend stuff to me! (See at the end for what I like, and of course, I wouldn’t rec these if I hadn’t liked them, so they’re also an indicator of my tastes!)

This post has four long fics and two short fics, with varying tropes and styles!

The Ghost of Husbands Past (E)

by A_N_D (@madenthusiasms)

Az always knew that he’d be thrown out the moment his father found out he was gay. He hadn’t expected to be declared dead though - or for his husband to believe it!

But their marriage had been a foolish teenage impulse (not to mention invalid in America), so when Az moved to a small town far upstate New York to start his new life, he moved alone. The kindest thing he could do was let Crowley mourn and move on, not be shackled for life to a now disabled partner.

Tony Crowley never recovered from losing his best friend, his childhood sweetheart, his better half. He’d been drifting ever since; no plans, no hope, no money - and now, just before Thanksgiving, no job either. 

Given the stark choice of freezing to death or accepting his sister’s invitation to join her upstate, Tony reluctantly lives out the Hallmark cliche of Recently Unemployed Person Moves to Small Town for Christmas.

It’s a time of hope, love, and family.

It’s time for Az and Tony to find each other again.

Words: 94042 (Complete)

If you like fics that don’t hesitate before punching you in the gut, this is one of them. From the very first chapter, one is intrigued by the mystery of the whole story, and the events are so unpredictable that I can guarantee you’re in for an eventful ride.

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Talk about the weather (M)

by nightbloomingcereus (@moondawntreader)

Television meteorologist Aziraphale Fell and Youtube storm chaser A. J. Crowley have nothing in common aside from a purely professional interest in the weather and a mutually beneficial arrangement to lend a hand when needed. So what if they bicker and flirt more than your typical professional acquaintances, or if their arrangement inevitably veers into more personal territory? It's not as if they're in love or anything. Absolutely not.

Words: 81582 (Complete)

I binged this fic in one evening and it was wonderful. It’s very fluffy, and the whole thing feels like it falls into place naturally. The banter is wonderful, and I’d associate this fic with the word “happy” because that’s what I felt when I was reading it. It’s so nice, and I love human AUs and social media ones - this is a great mix of the two!

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The Plantom Menace (G)

by theinkwell33 (@splitting-infinities)

There is an urban legend well known in this area regarding The Plant Man. Footage exists, blurry and ill-lit, of the trespassing fiend, but it never provides a good look at his face. He exists only as a rumor; a giggled whisper in someone’s ear at the pub, an inside joke at uni, and a viral sensation. None of these things mean he is not real. That being said, the only person who can corroborate the truth about the Plant Man is the man himself. And unfortunately, Anthony J. Crowley has no idea that it’s him.

Words: 3608 (Complete)

Short, sweet, and hilariously funny, this fic is a lovely outsider POV one shot featuring mundane events in the ineffable pair’s lives. I’d already read this a long time ago and it cracked me up as much now as it did back then. Filled with funny meta jokes and real humour, this is golden.

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An Educator’s Guide to Latin and Lobsters (G)

by theinkwell33 (tagged above)

Aziraphale's been saddled with chaperone duty on a school field trip to the aquarium, even though he's a Latin professor who knows absolutely nothing about fish. One would think it'd be his downfall, but it turns out the only one it slays is one Anthony Crowley, marine biologist and harried aquarium employee.

Words: 3729 (Complete)

Another short story by the same author, with a delightfully harried Mr. Fell and just-socially-awkward-enough Crowley. If you know nothing about fish, like mermaids, or want to read a short and sweet meeting fic, this is for you (no one needs to know which).

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Across the Line (T)

by hope_in_the_dark (@hope-inthedark)

Ezra is a student in his final year at University College London, and he’s in love with a man he’s never spoken to. For months, Ezra has been tipping (and pining after) a musician named Crowley every time he sees him. He thinks that Crowley hasn’t noticed him, but Crowley has.  A love story that begins with, of all things, the saving and handing over of a book.  (Written for the Good Omens Mini Bang. Multi-chapter human AU - updates every week until completion!)

Words: 31006 (Complete)

This story is just… fluff. Pure fluff. Tooth-rotting fluff. No conflicts. It’s great! It’s a very cute story featuring a beautiful tale of falling in love, but with some stuff that makes it extra special. It feels real, in a way, unlike many of the stories told in fan fiction (this isn’t a problem, just a statement of fact), and there are small things that make it mean the world to me. Gender non-conforming Crowley, neurodivergent Aziraphale, plus some extra bonus tropes, AND it’s ace… this is sweet and lovely :)

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And to finish off this list…

Thieves of Mercy (T)

by Fyre (@amuseoffyre)

The Serpent has a reputation in the art world. A master thief who can wriggle into the tightest spots and extract the most well-protected paintings from the richest people in the world. He’s never even come close to being caught. Except just now. For a crime he didn’t commit. In a museum where he was scoping out his next job. Crowley’s not one to be petty but he’s not about to let anyone frame him, even if the person in question seems to be nothing more than an innocent, wide-eyed art restorer who works in the museum… _________________________________

When Good Omens meets art thievery and heist shenanigans

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HEIST FIC! HEIST FIC!

This story is seriously amazing, and I love it to bits. It has art history, found family, snarky jokes, mistaken identity, and everything that comes with the pair being (thick as) thieves! I could rant about this for ages. Don’t test me. (Or please do.) It’s just amazing and unexpected and a nice breath of fresh air after reading so many tropes! (And I like those! But after staying cosy in bed for the whole day, you do have to let some fresh air in, and that’s exactly what this is!) There are twists and turns and plot turnarounds that will leave you dumbfounded, and things don’t necessarily turn out how you’d expect.

This also reminds me of wasteland, baby which I previously recced - it has the same basic atmosphere, but a very different structure!

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Please recommend fics! I’ll admit I haven’t had time to read many in a few months, but here are my tastes:

I am a VERY BIG FAN of AUs (usually human ones). Give me them!! Coffee shop, fake relationships, social media, soulmates, anything! Of course I like other stuff - and I do have some particular soft spots, notably for the Bentley - so please do recommend anything that you liked, it doesn’t matter whether it’s short and complete, or long and ongoing, or any combination! I’m always on the lookout for recommendations of any sort, so I’ll take most anything (and if you have a doubt, rec it anyway!)

You can also check out my Good Omens bookmarks here on AO3 :)

#Me #fic rec #fic #fr4 #it’s complete this time!

[anderscim]

Big fan !!! I have been reading. A lot of your things they make me smile.

may I ask for your thoughts on rose and eden because I think they’re the top sanest despair time characters . which is. which is pretty fucked up considering eden’s has at least two girls she had crushes on DIE and rose is. i can talk about rose for hours. love her but also she suffers from nightmares and is constantly haunted because she never ever forgets. but like also those two are probably the most normal characters despite that because everyone else minus whit has at least one fucked up little sprite… and I know the definition of normal is vague I do think they’ve got something going on but also they haven’t totally lost their marbles with a breakdown sprite yet so that’s something .

first of all, thank you so much for the compliment! i’m honored that you enjoy my miscellaneous musings (^^)

and thank you so much for the ask! i’m writing this as i’m on a road trip, so this may be a bit disorganized—sorry about that. i might add specific details in a future reblog.

either way, let’s just get right to it!

//spoilers for drdt up to chapter 2 part 1

okay, let’s talk about eden first:

first off, eden is a fantastic character and i really like the direction the dev is taking with her. there’s just so many components that develop eden past the “naive and optimistic” trope i see very often in many series—for example, like the fact that she specifically chooses to be kind, despite everything that occurs.

i think we all know that eden’s been getting the short end of the stick in terms of her relationships with others. arei and min both died, two people she was incredibly close to, and we see in the series that she is still very affected by this. and yet, she still decides to open up and trust others even if it means experiencing grief because of it.

and this may be me reading too much into this quote, but i find it interesting how she doesn’t seem to assume that the killings will stop immediately—rather, i think she is aware that people will still die despite her efforts (which is honestly what happened in the first chapter), and that the world isn’t as forgiving as to just make everyone get together and live in peace in a situation like this. but yet, through expressing the grief that comes through that loss and opening up with their emotions, she believes that they can work things out over time.

this is partly why she’s so open and willing to trust other people, despite the consequences that it may bring in a setting like this.

what i find the most interesting though, is eden’s narrative role as a direct foil to teruko.  as we already know, teruko was essentially backstabbed by xander, min, and everyone else in the cast during chapter 1–which is exactly what caused her to close up and decide not to trust anyone anymore.

however, that’s not the only thing there is to it. the other main reason that teruko blocks herself from developing a good relationship with anyone else in the cast is not just because she doesn’t want to be betrayed, but also because she doesn’t want to deal with the grief of having someone she’s close to die in front of her eyes.

i personally think that’s what makes eden a powerful foil to teruko. she trusts and stays by teruko the entire time, even when she’s being accused during the trial—but not only that, eden is willing to open up and clearly express her grief and other emotions to those around her.

so yeah, despite the number of scarily convincing ch2 culprit theories about eden, i personally don’t see her dying until very late into the series (and likely after teruko goes through significant character development). eden is almost like the “opposing message” to teruko’s self-destructive thought process and behaviors, so i feel like it would only go downhill if she dies at this point. (sorry this is somewhat short. i will likely add more to this later)

okay, now for rose:

i know i literally never talk about her, but rose is actually my favorite character. i feel like her overall concept is really interesting—she’s literally a criminal (/lh), has photographic memory (which is both a strength and a source of trauma for her), has a wide range of knowledge, but is also absentminded and always sleepy (just like me fr). (her backstory is also very sad—and what would basically be one of my biggest nightmares, to be honest. her conversation with teruko when she was talking about that… ough.) rose’s personality combines many different factors together, but in a way that makes a lot of sense when you look at her from an outside perspective.

i’ve always personally seen her absent-mindedness as a way of coping—especially with her photographic memory. she essentially can’t forget anything, even if she wants to; which obviously, includes the memories of her classmates’ deaths.

which is why i personally feel this cutscene shows a lot about her character:

her body language is closed off and she’s burying her head in her knees, so she can’t see anything—which on its own is a very nice detail. rose has said before that she only remembers memories and information if she sees them (i think? sorry if she didn’t say this), so by blocking her vision and preventing herself from seeing the corpse and any part of the investigation, it really goes to show that rose doesn’t want to remember what happened. after all, if she doesn’t see anything, it makes it easier for her to forget. this matches up perfectly with her dialogue here. her photographic memory haunts her in some ways, and she would really not want to remember arei’s death in the way she remembered xander’s and min’s.

but at the same time, rose’s way of coping through absent-mindedness, as well as her general behavior, could potentially lead to her downfall. after all, that’s exactly what allowed nico to steal the turpentine from her (given that it actually happened). for rose, her lack of attentiveness is almost a coping mechanism for her inability to forget—and even though she doesn’t want to remember and keep everything in her mind forever, doing the exact opposite of that led her to a situation she probably regrets. and, though rose likely doesn’t remember nico stealing the turpentine from her, she sure as hell remembers teruko telling her about it.

i feel like a lot of other things—such as her extensive knowledge and attention to detail—can be attributed to her photographic memory, but her absent-mindedness despite that is what really makes her character come full circle. rose is attentive and is actually a great source to rely on when it comes to information and certain details—as long as she remembers them. however, her memory could also prove to be a downfall, as she remembers everything—including things that would traumatize her and continue to haunt her. but in trying to cope by staying inattentive, she ended up being exploited—which makes me wonder how she’ll act after this trial. she might try to remember and see herself stuck in the same loop again. or do something entirely different. it’s a very interesting cycle, all things considered.

sorry this took so long. m(_ _)m this is pretty disorganized so i might have to adjust some parts of it later, but for now, this is all i have.

thank you again for the ask!

#bagel’s asks #bagel’s train of thought #drdt #danganronpa despair time #despair time #fangan #fanganronpa #eden tobisa #teruko tawaki #(brief mention) #rose lacroix

[sailforvalinor]

Joker and Ace: Jester's Privilege

Chapter 2

“Remind me,” the girl whispered as the music struck up and he led her onto the floor, “what dance is this again?”

He glanced down at her, mildly alarmed. “It’s a waltz, Miss,” he said, more bluntly than he intended. “Don’t you have a dance card?” Did she even know how to dance? Some of his sisters’ speculations about who she might be sprung into his head unbidden. 

She gave him a wry look. “A waltz?” she repeated, ignoring the question. “In a ballroom in Bath in 183-? That doesn’t seem exactly…proper.”

Theodore didn’t see what the year had to do with anything--but at least she sounded like she knew what she was talking about. “My father’s balls attempt to mimic Almack’s in every manner. But if you’d rather wait for the quadrille…?”

The girl smiled dazzlingly. “Oh no, of course not,” she said, then, with a quick glance about her at the other dancers taking the floor, assumed the beginning position for the waltz with startling ease.

He bowed, she curtsied, and Theodore took her right hand in his left and placed his right on her shoulder blade almost mechanically, having done this so many times he barely had to think about it. She was quite a bit shorter than him, he realized--the top of her head barely came to his shoulder, and from that vantage point, he noticed that her hair seemed to almost sparkle, as if she’d dusted her hair with tiny diamonds. How on earth she’d managed that he had no idea, but the thought of how envious his sisters would be at the sight of it made him crack a slight smile.

The strings struck up, and Theodore was struck with them with the strange look the girl had given him when he’d first approached her. “Do I…know you from somewhere, Miss?” he asked carefully.

She couldn’t read the expression that came over her face. “I don’t believe so.”

The waltz began, and much to Theodore’s surprise, the girl moved through the intricacies of the dance effortlessly--it was like dancing with a cloud on his arm. She knew exactly what she was doing, but still let him lead. He’d rarely danced with a better partner, and so distracted was he by this that it took him a moment to realize that, though he usually regarded it as a necessary nicety of polite society, he was actually enjoying dancing for once. 

If he were being honest, it made him feel a bit uneasy.

“So,” the girl said at length, “Mr. Theodore Ace--for I believe that’s who you are, though you didn’t introduce yourself--I must ask, do you often ask girls you haven’t been introduced to to dance?”

“I don’t generally make a practice of it, no,” he said as they glided past the punch bowl, guests staring at them in shock as they clutched punch glasses and fans. 

“Why ask me then? Were you so enchanted by my beauty that you couldn’t help yourself? Or--” she suddenly looked at him very shrewdly “--are you dancing with me because you deemed it the best way to scandalize your sisters?”

So stunned was he by not just the substance of the question, but by the fact that something so shrewd and direct had been said in such a soft, gentle voice such as hers that it uncharacteristically left him floundering for a response. “Uh--”

“--don’t feel the need to answer that,” she cut with an amused smile on her face before he could come up with something clever to say. “I’ll take your intentions at face value, if you’d like--although, don’t look now, but that’s rather difficult when I can feel your sisters’ eyes burning holes into the back of my head.”

Disobeying her, he allowed himself a quick glance up at the balcony--and sure enough, Angeline’s face was flushed red with anger, Emmeline’s white with shock, and the both of them whispered to Ida furiously. However, Ida’s face was expressionless, almost placid--something that should have made him uneasy, but at the moment he couldn’t bring himself to care. 

“Hmmm,” the girl said thoughtfully, “doesn’t listen to instructions, clearly hates his family, given that he’s perfectly willing to embarrass them in this manner, but still dependent on them for the moment, quiet, a little bitter, dances like a dream, a bit unapproachable, probably reads Eliot--wait, no no, that’s too soon,” she cut herself off. “Tennyson?”

“Um, yes,” he answered, startled. How did she know that? “What exactly are you doing?”

She giggled. “Trying to make out your character, of course.” That phrase sounded vaguely familiar, though Theodore couldn’t put his finger on why. “As one does in ballrooms.”

“Well, I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage there, Miss,” he said, trying to regain some control over--well, whatever this was. “What’s your name?”

“Oooh, you’re asking me this now?” she asked, the smile on her face almost broadening into an unladylike grin, but not quite. “Hmmm. Well, I will tell you--just not now. Later.”

It was all he could do not to gawk. “What? You won’t tell me?”

“No, I said later I’d tell you,” she said in a lower tone as another couple spun past them, clearly trying not to stare. 

“Are you acting mysterious for your own amusement, or are you truly hiding something?” The thought briefly crossed his mind that she might be making some attempt at infiltration into his father’s circle, but he dismissed it almost immediately--no one making such an attempt would show their hand so plainly.

She laughed. “Yes and yes.” She craned her neck over his shoulder for a moment to peer at some of the other dancers. “Oh dear, do you think I’m a little overdressed?”

“Then may I ask what exactly you’re doing here?”

“I’m dancing. With you. That’s generally why girls go to balls--not to dance with you specifically, of course, just to dance. Although,” she said, looking around the room, “I suspect from many of the looks I’m getting that that certainly applies to many of the ladies in this room.” She smiled up at him. “Aren’t you popular?”

“If you’d just wanted to dance, you could have gone to any of the assembly rooms instead of stealing into a private ball,” he said, really more curiously than accusingly. 

She shrugged fractionally. “Perhaps I heard that this ball was the thing.”

The girl caught the disbelieving look he shot at her. “Ooh, alright, I suppose I can give you a bit more than that. I’m--well, how to put it--” she lowered her voice to nearly a whisper, causing him to have to lean close “--I’m casing the joint.”

“You’re casing the what?”

“You strike me as quite clever, Mr. Ace, if you don’t mind the presumption,” she said. “I’ll leave that up to you to parse. I’m sure you can manage.”

Theodore certainly didn’t feel clever--he’d never felt less so in his life. Every time he felt he’d felt he’d found some semblance of footing with this girl, it crumbled beneath his feet faster than he could blink. He really shouldn’t have been letting it needle him as much as he did--after all, he had accomplished his object in dancing with her, his sisters were undoubtedly beyond livid--but despite his desires and better judgment, he found himself too intrigued by this girl to stop asking questions. 

“In your object of ‘casing the joint,’ as you call it, you decided it was wise to leave your escort at home?” he asked. 

The smile on her face that so far had not wavered flickered suddenly. “I’m afraid there was none to leave.”

A sudden cold fear for her gripped him at those words, remembering what sorts of people spun about them in this ballroom, watched them from the edges of the room, from the balconies. He remembered the impassive look in Ida’s eyes as she stared down at them, and fought the urge to glance up at her again. He became aware that the waltz was swiftly coming to an end, and as he led her through the last motions of the dance, he pulled her slightly closer than was strictly necessary. “Listen,” he said in a low voice, “I don’t know what you think this ball is. I don’t know what your purpose was in coming here. You might know what you’ve walked into, you might not. But I’d feel morally responsible if I didn’t tell you that you’ve walked straight into a viper’s nest in coming here, Miss--everyone in this room could bring you harm in almost any way you could imagine, even more so if they knew of your circumstances. And you’ve ensured that you’ve attracted the attention of everyone in attendance--even more so by dancing with me, I’m afraid.”

He couldn’t tell if the girl was taking the gravity in his tone seriously. She studied his face carefully. “‘Everyone in this room,’” she repeated. “Are you an exception to that rule, Theodore Ace?”

The music swelled and came to an end, partners separating and facing each other. “I should think so,” he said as he took his bow, more steel in his tone than he had anticipated.

“Good,” the girl said as she rose from her curtsy. Her radiant smile returned. “That’s exactly what I wanted to know.”

He offered her his hand, and he led her off the floor, now ignoring the stares and whispers as they passed by. 

“Also, thank you for the warning,” the girl said softly. She seemed to have a knack of speaking at the perfect volume so as not to be easily overheard, he noticed. “It was quite honorable of you.”

Her hand slipped out of his as they came to the edge of the room. “If you appreciate it,” he began, “perhaps you could--”

He turned to her, but she had vanished.

“Hmm.” He looked around to see if she had slipped into the crowd somewhere, but he couldn’t find her. Shrugging, he strode off towards the exit, ignoring other guests’ attempts to speak to him, hoping the girl would heed his advice--and wondering how soon he would inevitably regret dancing with her.

<- Chapter 1 / Chapter 3 ->

#🎶she makes the whole place ✨SHIMMER✨🎶 #joker and ace #this chapter feels rough but it was so much fun #oc ace #oc joker #salt and light #val's ocs #also how soon do you think this should go up on ao3? honestly i'm not sure

[beautifulplaceofyouth]

JJK FF/Royal guard

CHAPTER EIGHT | SERIES

Chapter. 1

Chapter. 2

Chapter. 3

Chapter. 4

Chapter. 5

Chapter. 6

Chapter. 7

Chapter. 8

When you keep bumping into your personal royal guard by accident not knowing he is your guardian angel

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook!fallen angel!royal guard! × fem!reader!virgin!princess

Word count: 6.5k

Rating: +18 / hardcore smut with a little of fluff

Genre + warnings: Fluff, smut, dirty talk, princess loses her virginity, first!time, a lot of pussy fingering, biting, nipple play, Jungkook groans a lot, full nakedness, big dick!jk, a little bit of rough pinning and French, neck kissing, missionary, doggy, hard orgasms, bathtub sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, guys :D) - she probably pregnant by the time he is done with her - upss - paranormal romance, historical fanfiction, Kook being cold and mysterious, being his sexy self. Caring and possessive!jk! Really horny towards his princess, being a big seductive tease. A lot of swearing, cursing and a little bit of crying.The story isn’t real, just my imagination running wild so just enjoy reading!

a/n: Sorry for being absent so long. I’ve been on my vocation these past weeks, just enjoying myself with family and friends so I haven’t been able to post anything recently and I have a big change in my career that I haven’t even been on tumblr at all so please excuse me for that, I am finally back and will try to post next chapters sooner than I can! Really love you guys for taking the time for these series and appreciate your love and patience to keep waiting for more! If there is some grammar mistakes, please ignore them, English is not my native language! Hope you all have a great day!!! ^_^

“Oh God, what are you even saying!” You blush, your body going scarlet in seconds when you realize his meaning. Covering your red cheeks from his eyes, Jungkook can’t help but laugh when he sees you like this.

She is so adorable.

“What? You don’t agree? I thought you will want to please me,” he whispers to her.

When you look back at him, he knows he has won by the look on your face. You were already a soft person, but with Jungkook, that was something else completely.

He didn’t really think much about what he was doing when he decided to confess. He just knew he couldn' wait anymore. He wanted to claim you fully. With no one distracting him.

Just you.

Your fingers intertwine in his own before you both lean forward and close the gap between each other. His hands reach for the hem of your dirty shirt, sliding it up slowly as his lips gently glide across yours.

She’s finally mine, he thinks. You feel so good against him. And he wants more. But not here. Not right now.

Instead, he pulls away, taking in your flushed face and swollen lips with a grin. He leans down and kisses you again before releasing you from his grip, causing you to stumble back slightly.

“You know what,” he whispers as he takes your hand in his. “ We should go to bed. It’s late already.”

“But Moe, we need to wait for him to bring me a shirt first. He will be more upset when he comes back and sees that we are not here anymore.”

Jungook rolls his eyes,” I can give you one of mine so it doesn’t matter anymore.”

You shake your head at him, not believing how rude he is to his servants. Seeing him act like this since he has always been silent around you, it was strange to be honest.

“And what about food? We didn’t even eat anything,” you stare sadly at the prepared dishes on the table.

The look you have made Jungkook imagine a sad kitten with ears down when you continued to stare at the food.

Why is she so fucking cute?

“I will ask my servants to take the food to our chambers instead,” he shrugs at you, his lips tugging up into another grin. He knows he got the best out of you just because you weren't looking. Now that he had you, everything felt perfect.

After a few moments of staring at each other, you start giggling.

“What’s so funny?” Jungkook asks, a smirk spreading onto his features as you cover your mouth.

“Nothing, it’s just... I have never seen you like this before. Is there anything you do differently? Are you more affectionate? More gentle?”

Jungkook chuckles at this. As far as he can remember, he hasn’t ever done anything different than what he has done this moment.

“I guess you could say that,” he answers honestly.

“So…how we are going to sleep? You said your chambers…as in we together in the same room?” You can’t pronounce your words correctly when you’re nervous so you didn’t know what to do but look down when you asked him this.

“It would be a pleasure if we slept together in my bed tonight, yes.”

His smile widens as your cheeks turn bright red. You nod in reply and when you’re about to turn around so you can follow him, behind someone calls you.

“My lady! My lady! Here will be the shirt you requested! I’m sorry for the delay. The maids refused me to give me clothes for her highness, everyone thought that I’m lying when I said them his Majesty’s wife needs a shirt,” Moe comes running into the dining room looking absolutely guilty for being late when you both stop to look at him.

The poor creature looks so embarrassed, it almost makes you giggle but you stop yourself from doing so.

“Moe, it’s fine. Thank you for coming! I appreciate it, and you should also take this food to his Majesty. We will got to our chambers now and eat there, all right?” You smile at the octopus warmly.

Moe bows to you,” Right away, my lady! I will prepare a tray then.” Giving you a shirt, you appreciate his consideration and take it from him.

You thank the servant once more before you turn to Jungkook. Before you leave, you call over your shoulder,” Make sure to get me fresh flowers for the morning, please! Also, make some fruit tea and a hot pot of water!”

As soon as you see the servant bow, Jungkook takes you by the hand and leads you into the big hallway.

From the moment you stepped outside of his chambers, it still surprised you how beautiful this castle is. Everything is in silver color, from the carpets to the walls to the doors, windows, and paintings that decorate the place. There were even shelves made of glass which displayed numerous books, weapons and jewelry like ; diamonds, gold, colored brilliants.

The castle looked like a real fairy tale.

You wonder what Jungkook sees when he walks these halls; does he see all these things too? Or does he think only about the things that happen within those doors?

Jungkook stops by the stairwell and looks over his shoulder at you with a small smile.

Now seeing him in royal noble clothes instead of his usual armor, he looked like a real King. In a navy blue suit and a waistcoat on top with a black cloak, the finishing touch of the accessories because of his title, made him look really handsome. You liked this side of him better too.

Before you could think of it too much, he takes your hand and starts heading upstairs. The stairs are long, but when Jungkook starts making his way up faster, you have to speed walk to keep up with him. Your breath hitches as Jungkook pulls you to him and kisses your forehead as a sign of appreciation. He then puts his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

It feels comfortable. Too comfortable.

You can feel him inhale deeply when you pull away after what feels like hours.

He then continues moving until the two of you arrived at a room with silver doors. In front of it stood three servants. From the looks of their long hair and sharp pointy ears, they were elves. Bowing to you and their Majesty, they step aside to let you in.

Jungkook opens the door wider so you enter first.

The inside of the room is nothing short of breathtaking. The floor is painted in deep royal purple and silver. The ceiling is made of crystal clear glass tiles and the curtains hanging down from there look like they might break off at any second. You’re amazed at everything. So many things that you couldn’t even name.

This was completely a different room comparing to the room when you first woke up. Did he changed his chambers?

“Where do you want to sit? On that large couch or that loveseat?” He nods his head towards where you noticed a few chairs placed near a big window.

“Let's sit on the couch,” you say quietly, now feeling shy all of a sudden.

Once you are in the soft cushion facing the window seeing a Stary night sky above, the room suddenly gives a soft purple light when it eliminates your surroundings around you.

You’re surprised when you notice Jungkook already sitting next to you on the couch, his leg thrown over the other while his chin rests in top of his palms.

He looks at you with hooded eyes, a little bit more serious now.

“Are you alright, my love?”

Your heart skips several beats hearing such a sweet nickname come out of his beautiful mouth. His lips curled upwards ever so slightly when he saw your blush.

“Yea. I am.”

“Alright,” he smiles softly. “Now are you hungry?”

You nod,” A lot.”

When you say that, there is a knock against the door which brings you an idea who it is.

“Your Majesty, I brought the food You requested,” Moe sounds a little scared.

It seems he was afraid Jungkook would be angry at him again for forgetting.

Looking over at the entrance, you see the servant opening the doors, the one you called over earlier, standing nervously under Jungkook’s gaze. He bows quickly before walking further into the room to set down a tray with food on the coffee table.

He then backs away slowly until he finds a corner to stand in waiting patiently for Jungkook.

“Eat,” Jungkook says, not wanting to waste any time with the unnecessary company and grabs your wrist and guides you back into sitting position on the sofa next to him.

“Jungkook….”

You can hear him growl underneath his breath causing your cheeks to heat up. It doesn’t seem like you are getting anything out of him, so you decide that it’s best that you listen to what he has to say without interrupting him. After finishing the last piece of chicken you move to the cupcakes next for the dessert.

Taking your fork, you grab the strawberry filling and try your best to get the amount that you wanted by yourself. It’s not exactly easy because the strawberries are super hard to pick apart. You have to use the tips of your fingers to carefully remove the fruits from their places before eating them. They were a bit tough but you managed to get every single one of them into your mouth and swallowed it whole.

It was delicious, you’ll give it to them that.

Jungkook just stares at you with his full attention, never taking his eyes off you since you started eating.

There’s something about the way he watches you, his dark eyes fixated on yours, almost like he’s hypnotized, you don’t think that it’s normal for anyone else.

You can see him staring at you, not just for a moment here and there, but really looking at you and watching your every action. This is very unlike the man you fell in love with. If he were to continue watching you like that and stare you into submission, you wouldn’t object at all.

You’d gladly accept his affection, your eyes falling into him as well while he continues to watch you.

Then, without warning, his eyes lose focus. You frown at the loss, you didn’t know what caused that reaction but before you could ask him what happened he clears his throat and shifts his gaze to the plate beside him.

“Have you had enough?” He asks quietly, reaching for another piece of cupcake.

You reach for the tea and sip it slowly when you nod,” I think so.”

After drinking the rest of the liquid, you lean back on the chair and put the empty teacup on the end table besides the seat. Jungkook leans forward, holding his face between his hands.

For a moment, you can’t help but stare at him, admiring his beauty for quite a long time.

His hair falls perfectly into place, his golden eyes twinkle beautifully. You wish you could see him like this all the time. All the time.

And as if he sensed you staring at him, he tilts his head and locks eyes with you.

You avert your gaze quickly. When did you become so bold?

You look at the window then back to Jungkook.

Jungkook looks back at you and smirks,” I thought you weren’t going to stare anymore.”

You scoff and roll your eyes playfully, you can’t help yourself.

With his hands, Jungkook lifts the hair behind your ear, then moves a strand of hair aside, placing his palm on either side of your face, caressing it gently with his thumb.

Your heart beats fast when you feel the warmth from his touch.

“I was just thinking of something else,” you reply in a low voice trying not to make eye contact with him.

What should you say? How could you explain your thoughts to him? You can't just blurt out all of your emotions to him.

He moves his thumb down to your neck and gently rubs the spot where your pulse lies.

"How does my collar feel?"

"Mmm…” you groan when your skin comes into contact with his warm finger. “It feels nice.”

He lowers his head close to yours.

“Do you feel it pulsating?”

You bite your lip lightly before nodding slowly.

"Good." He kisses you on the cheek, leaving a trail of tiny kisses all the way down to the edge of your jaw. "I'm so glad you're enjoying yourself.”

Your hands go to hold on his shoulders as he leans closer to you, brushing your nose against his and giving you goosebumps.

You feel your body heating up instantly at his closeness. You're too busy being lost in his intoxicating scent to notice how his pupils start to dilate slowly. The only thing you can focus on right now is the hand on your thigh.

As he begins to lower his hands down to rest in front of you, he presses his cold hands against your heated thighs.

“Kisses are supposed to feel good don’t you agree?” His voice is husky but it sends shivers down your spine.

You don't answer. Instead you open your legs wider for him to slip his hands inside of your skirt. Your panties immediately dampen with your arousal at the thought of him touching you there.

He kisses you softly and runs his tongue along the edge of your lips. You moan when he makes his way down your neck.

Then you feel him biting you gently at the same time sucking slightly on a soft spot below your collarbone, making your eyes flutter closed tightly when the sensations begin to overwhelm you.

"Jungkook,” you whisper, not being able to take it anymore.

The sound of someone clearing their throat by the door causes Jungkook to stop moving.

“Oh, I'm sorry to bother you both. I'll come back later.” It's Moe. His tone much higher than before.

"No problem," Jungkook speaks with a low, sexy tone in his voice as he leans back from your neck while still keeping his hands firmly attached on you. "We finished anyway."

Oh god, my heart!

"You Majesty, I'll leave you two alone then." You hear the door closing after the servant leaves.

You feel embarrassed when you realize that Moe probably saw you with Jungkook doing more than just talking.

"I... I'm sorry," you mumble, feeling extremely shy.

"Don't be." He gives you a gentle smile, making your heart skip a beat.

You look back outside the window and sigh. This whole day has been a big mess and you don’t even know if your father is safe with the vampires attacking your palace.

That is why you find yourself asking, “Jungkook? Why are they attacking my palace? Why are all of these things happening to me?”

You turn towards him again when he gets up.

"Because they want your blood," he states calmly and stands in front of you.

"W..." you don’t understand. What does he mean by that? Is this some kind of sick joke? You need to understand! "What do you mean they want my blood?!”

"The one who attacked the castle. He’s going to attack your family, your friends, your kingdom if he doesn’t get his revenge.”

You’re taken aback, what? That wasn’t possible, surely, your father can stop this from happening? No...it doesn’t make sense. This couldn’t be happening. There must be some mistake.

You shake your head, denying everything that he says. There must be an explanation, maybe it isn’t true. Maybe it will all be okay.

But you can’t deny reality.

“Jungkook...what am I going to do if they harm my father? What will happen to my mother and kingdom?” You can’t keep it in anymore, tears starting to form at the corner of your eyes.

“They won’t hurt him, Y/n. I promise you.” Jungkook assures you, placing a warm hand on your trembling ones.

“I don’t believe you.” You whisper through the tears running down your face.

“Listen to me,” he places his free hand over yours, making your fingers curl around his. “I’m going to make sure that nothing happens to him. Nothing at all.”

“Promise?” You ask desperately.

Jungkook nods and puts his forehead against your own. “On my life and honor, I promise.” He repeats his words, tightening his grip on your small hand.

"Thank you...for everything..." you mumble, feeling the urge to cry again.

Jungkook smiles and pecks your forehead gently, “Your safety and happiness is what matters the most. I would do anything for you. Anything at all, Y/N.” He brings his mouth to meet your own, kissing you deeply, passionately.

When he breaks away from your lips, he cups your face in his hands. You let out a gasp at his sudden movements. Jungkook smirks when he notices this.

“Can I ask you something?”

You nod your head vigorously,” Yes.”

Jungkook takes a deep breath and starts tracing little circles with the pad of his thumb on the bottom of your chin.

“Are you sure that it’s okay if we continue?”

He whispers as he glances down at the red mark his teeth left behind.

You chuckle and press a soft kiss onto his fingertips. “Of course. I trust you.”

"Alright, I have a confession to make," he says as he stares straight into your eyes with his bright orbs glistening under the moonlight.

“Okay...I guess that means I have to confess too then.” You chuckle nervously.

He nods his head.

“Ugh, this is embarrassing...” you laugh awkwardly and try your best to hide your burning blush.

"Go ahead."

“It’s about this morning. When we were...uh, you know...” you stutter, not wanting to bring up the topic.

Jungkook chuckles,“I see.”

"Yeah....so... um.."

"You wanted to give it to me right?" He interrupts you, making you gulp anxiously.

He looks at you for a second before continuing. “If we’re gonna continue, then you shouldn’t have held me off like that. I’ve had enough teasing. We can’t go on like that. Tempting a man such as myself is never good enough when you know my intentions.”

"S...sorry..."

He grabs your cheeks and kisses you hard. He lets his tongue invade your mouth as he wraps both of his arms around your waist and carries you towards your bed.

You gasp as he lowers you onto your bed before unbuttoning his jacket with the waistcoat and removing the cloak from his shoulders. Pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside to reveal his muscular tattooed torso underneath. He removes his pants quickly afterwards. He climbs on top of you, straddling your hips before positioning himself in front of your entrance.

"Are you sure you wanna do this again?"

You bite your lips before answering honestly, “Yes.”

His gaze softens. He looks so vulnerable right now. And you’re the one he wants. He reaches down and lifts the hem of your dress above your knees. He slips his hand inside the gap between your thighs and strokes the sensitive skin lightly across your center.

You gasp when your underwear touches his fingers, his touch feeling incredibly soothing.

His other hand moves from your leg up to your breast and squeezes one of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

Since it was a dress with layers underneath, there was no bra.

You close your eyes tightly and grab onto his hair, trying to pull him closer to you.

"Please...” you whimper.

He pulls his hand away from your breast and slides it down your stomach until he reaches your panties. He pushes them down your legs and tosses them aside. Before you can protest, he reaches over the bed to retrieve something from his jacket and with wide eyes see him taking a small dagger with diamonds. You were surprised by the move that you didn’t even stop him for tearing your dress down with the knife when the poor clothing came apart before his eyes, reveling your bare body.

Taking the knife in his mouth, you look at him shocked when he pulls the dress off of you completely, leaving you cold.

What the hell just happened?

Grabbing the handle, Jungkook takes it out of his mouth and tosses it aside when you hear the dagger falling to the ground.

When he gives you a dark gaze and catches you watching him with something like desire and daze, he can’t help but smirk.

“Don’t worry about the dress, I will buy you thousands of them if you want.”

He leans forward and kisses you again. His tongue traces your lower lip and his fingers slowly enter you, causing your core to tighten with desire. A shaky moan escapes your lips as you move your hips up, trying to push him further inside of you.

He smiles against your lips before taking a hold of your wrists and pinning them above your head.

“Tell me what you want, little one,” he whispers seductively in a low voice .

"Make love to me," you reply breathlessly, looking up at him.

You notice a wicked smirk forming on his face. "So eager.”

Your brows furrowed together. "What does that mean?"

"Nothing, I love how eager you are. Come here."

After saying this, Jungkook grabs your ankles and pulls your legs apart. You gasp from the pain as he begins to rub your clit with his thumb while his fingers playfully pinch your nipples and tease your inner walls, driving you crazy.

"Mmmmh! Ahhh! Hmfh!" You cry out loud. Jungkook immediately stops once you call for him. He rests his forehead against yours, panting heavily.

"Was that good?"

"Ya! It was amazing!" you say excitedly.

Jungkook laughs softly at your excitement, but then he continues with what you want him to do.

"Do you really want me to fuck you, Y/n?"

You nod eagerly, "Yes! Please! Do whatever you want! Just please..." you trail off, breathing heavily as he takes off his underwear and thrusts his hips slowly into your wet entrance, taking you by surprise how big he is, the size stretching your walls painfully.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, princess. Forgive me, I can’t be gentle. You feel so good,” he apologizes, burying his face deeper into your neck.

“No, it’s ok. Just do as you please,” you assure him as you place your arms around his neck. You feel him smile against your skin.

He picks up a steady pace, thrusting more forcefully into you than before, almost hitting your cervix multiple times, his pace faster and faster as he goes deeper. Your breathing turns heavy, and your body trembles from the pleasure.

“Ah!! Yes... yes…” You scream out loudly as another wave of orgasm hits you, your pussy clenching instinctively and clenching even tighter around him.

The feeling makes him groan when he suddenly grips your neck tightly with his hand as he enters you even more deeply with his thick cock.

He thrusts fast, filling you completely and letting his balls graze against your entrance and sending shivers down your spine. You cling tightly onto his shoulders, your nails digging into his bare back. The sensation is intense, overwhelming. It feels painful but so incredible.

"Fuck!!" You gasp as Jungkook releases deep within your core, coming undone as well. You wrap your legs around his hips, pressing yourself against him. He holds your upper thighs tightly, his head resting against your shoulder.

“Jesus fucking Christ…” He breathes, feeling his heart rate increase exponentially. You could practically see his whole body shaking from holding his release.

You take deep breaths in order to calm yourself. You don't even want to think about how sweaty you both are at this point.

‘I can’t believe I just did that. I just did the things I never thought I'd ever do. But it felt so right.

You can hear his heavy breathing against your ear. “Are you okay?” He asks in a raspy voice.

You smile sheepishly and nod your head, “I am fine.”

Jungkook still haven’t pulled his cock out of you . Instead, he keeps it buried inside of you, rubbing it against your entrance every few minutes.

“Look at you, so good for me," Jungkook praises you quietly.

You blush and turn away shyly.

‘Why is it so hard to look him in the eye now?

“Did I hurt you, angel?” Placing a kiss on your shoulder, he flips you over so you’re laying on your stomach and the angle makes his length push deeper into your folds when he inserts it back in.

“God, you’re so tight,” He moans as he starts moving slowly, carefully.

Your entire body tenses up at the sound of his voice and the realization that he is not done yet. Every drag of his big shaft inside your walls made your core sensitive and aching for more.

He kisses your neck softly and nibbles on the tender flesh with his warm tongue.

“Humm...so tight, princess.”

“Again?” You ask as you close your eyes, allowing him to get even deeper inside of you.

“Again,” he says with lust and passion laced in his tone.

“Oh God….” You let out another shaky breath and relax your body completely.

You're not going to lie; you enjoy this. Being filled up by someone else. Feeling someone touch you in a way that no one has ever touched you before. This isn't just sex anymore - it's something far more intimate, much deeper. Something only Jungkook knows how to do. You could stay like this forever if you want to. All of this...

All of this is what made you realize why you let him do this. Why you were so nervous all morning, scared that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t serious about you. That you wouldn’t mean as much to him as he meant to you.

But you know that isn’t true. He’s given you everything that is needed to know him: his trust, his honesty, his respect, his caring, his gentleness and patience, and above all, his love.

“I love you,” you tell him through the haze of arousal that surrounds your mind.

He suddenly stops when he hears your confession .

"What did you say?" He asks cautiously.

You open your eyes and glance up at him, "I said I love you," you repeat as he pulls his dick out of you slightly and watches as you come undone once more.

He doesn't respond though. Instead, he places both of his hands underneath your ass, lifting you up so you're sitting. He pushes his shaft deep inside of you, making you moan softly. Then, he lowers himself so that he can rest his chin on top of your head.

"Say that again.”

"I love you."

"Again," he says sternly, his thrusts becoming more rougher.

"I love you," you repeat when you whimper from his movements.

A slight grin forms on his lips. "That’s enough,” he whispers kissing your neck softly,” I love you too, little one,” and thrusts harder inside of you, taking you further into his depths each time.

You cry out louder with each passing moment, the sensations intensifying.

“Jungkook!”

His lips press against your ear. "Shh, darling. Relax, we're almost there,” he encourages in a soft voice. He lets go of one of your hip bones with his right hand and uses the other to massage the swollen bud in your clit, causing you to whimper from the pressure and tightening your grip on him.

He continues stroking you and continuing to thrust into you as you come undone for him again and again until you can' stand anymore and you collapse beneath him.

“Jungkook, I'm going to die," you say breathily, trying your best to catch your breath.

He chuckles lightly, "Don't joke, baby,” He assures you with concern lacing his voice.

"Let me help you," he adds while pulling your legs apart to see his cock still stuck deep inside you, your juices leaking out of your hole, the sight so beautiful when he pulls your butt-cheeks apart. ‘’Damn, you’re so tight, princess. Don’t worry, we’ll go slower,’’ he smiles, massaging your pussy.

You close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of having his cock inside of you, the pressure, the warmth, the closeness... the love he has for you.

You start moving your hips to meet his slow strokes. You could literally feel every single muscle inside of him flex and contract when he goes inside of you again and again.

"I'm gonna explode soon," you moan.

"Then let me come inside of you,” Jungkook growls, his voice full of need and desire.

“I want you to come inside of me. Please, Jungkook. Let me feel your dick all inside of me."

Jungkook's eyes flash dark for a second. He looks so intense, and it's all because of you.

His body stiffens for a moment and then relaxes again as he thrusts faster inside of you.

"I've got to fuck you so fucking deep. Let me fill your sweet pussy. Let me fill you."

"Yes!" You beg as he pumps harder inside you, his rhythm becoming faster and faster.

He leans forward as he thrusts in a quick motion. Your fingers dig into the bed sheets as he slams against your clit repeatedly, pushing his erection all the way into you.

“Ah! Ahhh! Oh fuckkk!” You scream out as pleasure overtakes your senses, bringing tears to your eyes.

“Fuckkkkkkk!!!”

You can’t hold it in anymore. Every movement of his cock inside of you, every thrust, every loud moan leaving your mouth, it drives you insane.

"Fuckkk! Fucking, oh god. Ohgodohgod," you gasp desperately as the orgasm consumes you.

"My goddess. My angel. My everything. Oh fuckkkkkkk.... I can't take it,” he groans loudly as he comes inside of you one last time, his hot semen filling you to the brim. There was too much of it because you felt it dripping between your cheeks.

Both of you lay together on the bed for a long time afterwards, panting heavily. His cock is still lodged deep inside of you as you feel it twitch, ready to be released at any second but the third time would be too much. You were completely drained from the things he did to you.

But seeing how happy it made him. The pain was worth it.

“Come here.” He mutters softly, turning around in the bed and pulling you toward him, wrapping his arms around your middle.

He rests his head on the crook of your neck and pulls you closer to his chest.

“How was it? Was it everything you thought it would be?” He asks quietly.

“Yes. Thank you, Jungkook.”

“Thank you? For what?”

You sigh deeply as a small smile spreads across your face.

“Everything. You.”

“I love you, angel,” he murmurs softly against your skin as he hugs you tighter,” you don’t have to thank me. Just know that I’m always here for you. Always. I care about you so much.”

A small chuckle escapes your lips as you bury your face into the crook of his neck but then realization hits you.

“Jungkook?”

He hums in question but when there is no reply from you, he glances at you.

“What is it?”

You try to hide your face in the pillow when you murmur back,” I’m now pregnant?”

His hold tightens on you when leans back to look down at you,” Why do you say that?”

You blush deeper,” You came inside of me like from those romance books where the male releases his sperm in the female in order to get her pregnant. So I am now pregnant?”

Your guard chuckles suddenly, the sound becomes louder each second when he sees how innocently you asked that question. If that were another man, he would be already taking an advantage of you for another round but the thought of you pregnant with his child has him feeling hard again even he doesn’t want to.

It isn’t easy for anyone to see how hard his cock is and when you do… it only makes him feel things worse for him.

“You sure are bold today, aren’t we angel?” He mumbles between gritted teeth before leaning up to give you a sweet yet passionate kiss.

As soon as you realize what’s going on, you push Jungkook away from you and scoot over towards the other side of the bed. A few tears spill from your eyes as you watch his handsome features become contorted by rage.

“Why did you push me away? Do you regret it now?” he asks.

You sniffle,” No! It’s not like that at all Jungkook, I just…”

The way he looks at you makes you feel so uncomfortable that you can’t even think straight.

But before you could finish, he has already picked you up bridal style and starts carrying you to the big bathroom.

“Please put me down! Let go of me right now!”

He laughs darkly but does as told,” You should know better angel than to reject my love. After all, we belong together.”

He throws you harshly onto the tub filled with bubbly hot water, startling you enough so that the water slops all over the edges and drips onto you.

The room is filled with heavy silence except for your shaky breathing. He sits on the edge of the bathtub and watches as you lay there, naked breasts heaving from your quick breaths as if it is taking everything in you to keep yourself awake.

“Will you behave now?” Your guard stands up to his full height and you see his dick hardening at the sight of you in the tub.

Ignoring how large and red it is with white specks of cum from earlier activities, that brings you back why you’re mad at him.

“No,” you blankly answer him.

“No?”

He asks, raising an eyebrow while crossing his arms against his chest. His muscles ripple under his skin and you can feel them tense in irritation.

“Yes!” you scream angrily, causing the temperature in the bathroom to rise,” You forced yourself upon me and now you want to punish me for it. Taking me like you have always wanted, now you can’t take responsibility for it! I might have your baby!”

You point at his dick with every word and he doesn’t seem fazed even though all color had drained from his face and you are now shouting at him without mercy.

“And I hate you for this! I despise-oghhhm,” he doesn’t let you finish when steps into the bath and lifts you up against his body, his wings sprouting from his back making you flinch when you’re embraced in darkness with his scent engulfing you and wet skin pressed against yours. You can feel him shaking under you as he takes your lips, his touch burning your skin.

“If anything happens to our baby, I swear to God,” his voice is hoarse,” I’ll kill everyone involved. Especially myself but never talk to me that way again. You’re fucking mine!” he hisses against your lips before roughly biting your lower lip before pulling away and looking you in the eye.

“Do you understand me?” he whispers huskily against your ear as his hands move around to grab your ass before yanking it forward so that it presses against his hard rock hard dick.

“Yea, I understand,” you whisper breathlessly as you feel him rub against your red folds.

Before long he is inside you, slowly thrusting his hips inside you one slow movement at a time. It drives you crazy when he moves like that in you. You close your eyes to savor his movements. Each thrust feels like a lightning bolt, sending pleasure coursing through your veins until finally, the tension builds and you scream out loud, reaching out to wrap your legs around his waist and digging your nails into his back.

When you feel your orgasm hit, he growls and slams into you harder, harder, faster as he releases deep within you and almost crushes you with his body against the wall when he lazily continues to thrust.

“That wasn’t so bad now, right?” he asks after calming himself down.

“I think I preferred that,” you moan in reply as your hands slide across his naked back until they find their way onto his face, caressing the skin underneath as he lowers himself to rest his forehead against yours. He kisses you passionately for a moment, letting you catch your breathe before pressing light kisses along your jawline to reach your neck and leaving a lingering mark against the spot where he first bit you.

“I think my girl loves it rough.” His words make you lower you eyelashes in embarrassment when you try to cover your flushed cheeks but when his wings retreats back a bit to give you some light, Jungkook runs his thumb over your lips and chuckles deeply,” Who could have thought that the princess from a royal family will act this way,” he purrs softly into your ear as he pulls back and cups your cheek gently before kissing you gently, his tongue teasingly slipping past your parted lips before pulling back to stare you dead in the eye.

“I hope that my little princess likes to stay in shape because this is not the last time that I’d fuck you in a bath,” he growls low and deep as his hands roam over your body and you bite your lip hard to prevent any noises from leaving your mouth.

“But first, let’s get married. Then you won’t need to worry anymore.”

The words made you freeze.

“B-But, Jungkook…my father…you told him that you will ask for my hand in marriage only when I turn twenty one,” you mutter softly when you look at him worriedly.

“Doesn’t matter now. Now, you’re here with me. You will come to live with me. And you’re going to marry me.”

“But..why?” you whimper.

“Because…” he stops speaking for a while.

Looking deeply into your eyes, he smiles and grabs your chin with his fingers, forcing you to look directly into his gaze as he leans down to plant soft yet firm kisses along your jaw line and eventually trailing them downwards towards your neck.

“Because…because… I love you, little one. Because I care about you more than I cared about anything else in my entire life. I couldn’t bear the thought of anyone ever taking you from me.”

His deep raspy voice breaks your heart.

A broken smile forms itself on your lips when he finishes speaking.

‘Is this really happening? Is this really Jungkook?’ you wonder silently as you close your eyes and lean your head against his shoulder, enjoying the moment for what it may be.

Be continued…

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[thedawningofthehour]

Ok ok ok, i have finished chapter 40 now and i can unleash the unholy amount of screenshots I’ve taken.

ALWBSOEBWLSBIRNEOERB

The way that you write interactions between characters and especially this interaction makes me weak. I had to stop reading after this part yesterday and bookmark the rest for today. I think that the part specifically about her watching them all grow up and being so proud of them made me want to sob. If I believed in ghosts this is how I would picture my dead family members.

Also the fact the Draxums family members watch Galois is insane to me. Just the idea that he’s not biologically part of their family but they still watch him as though he was!

the noise I made when I read this cannot be translated to any noise in the english language.

HE’S REMEMBERING!!!!

this part as well with the last comment ^

I don’t know why but the “Do… whatever it is Blues do.” Comment struck me to my soul.

maybe it’s the way it was said but just saying ‘Blues’ seems so sweet to me (separate from everything else that’s happening of course)

You need to stop writing such quoteable quotes. (Please keep writing them, my soul needs pain every so often)

ALSBIEBEKSBSIWBDOEBRIWNSLDB

I haven’t really thought about Raph in this story much because it’s been a couple chapters sense he’s been a major part but dang. I love the leader duo so much and just seeing them interact like this is so sweet.

Ok…… so,

if I were Gale I would have thrown up by now. Like, I understand him needing this to happen for security in mind but dang. I think this goes several levels past ‘metal’

I think the comments from Draxum about taking Bradfords body apart to study just struck me as so inhumane and terrified me a little. That just seems so psychopathic. I get that he’s a scientist and this would be a breakthrough to see how double mutations worked but dang.

I think I actually screamed when I read this. I did not remember this decision being made and it threw me for a loop all the way to China or some other country really far from America.

I’m so upset right now, so I was just wrong on the poll. I see.

Hunginn and Munginn are genuinely my favorite characters. I love the way they interact with eachother as well as others.

I can’t even process this. It’s 2:00 in the afternoon for me, my brain gave me an eviction notice when I woke up and left when I read this.

always, love your work as always and I hope you have an amazing holiday season :)

(I am perfectly fine with people leaving comments like this but I do worry that someday tumblr will just decide to eat it so if you're going to leave a comment in an ask please back it up-I try to answer everything within a few days so if it's been a week or so just resend it because it probably got snapped)

I really love that Rise, even with its emphasis on the boys being Splinter's biological sons and that playing an important role in the storyline, made a point of non-biological family ties.

I loved that April was included as a Hamato. She wasn't related by blood, but she considers the boys and Splinter to be family and they consider her the same. She fought for what the Hamato clan was supposed to stand for, protecting the world, and that mattered more than who her parent's parent's parents were. She was one of them, because April O'Neil has always been an intrinsic part of TMNT.

Draxum is their second dad, Casey was immediately adopted into the family, Casey Jr was Leo's son as much as he was Cassandra's-there were no blood ties in any of that, they were just family because they wanted to be. I love that.

Draxum's family would have considered all the boys to be his sons no matter what happened, but considering Draxum's relationship with Gale-yeah, they're extra attached. Plus they feel awful about what happened.

-skipping down to the part about the autopsy'

I mean, Gale is no stranger to gore. It doesn't come up much because I usually describe Gale doing machinery stuff in his chapters, but Draxum's specialties lie in the squishier sciences. He's absolutely dissected animals and performed grotesque experiments that go against god's will while chatting up his son. He reviews autopsy reports while drinking his morning coffee. He'd do it at the dinner table if he wasn't the "put your devices AWAY AT THE TABLE dinner is FAMILY TIME" kind of dad. So the blood and guts absolutely do not phase either of them. Draxum's got grosser stuff just sitting in jars on his shelf.

Now normally, yes, Draxum would treat the autopsy of a sentient being-especially one of his former comrades-with a little more respect. He'd still do it, obviously, his duty to science outweighs his personal comfort. He'd just do it with the reverence a donor deserves, and give whatever's left of them a proper burial or whatever. (depends on their wishes-like, Draxum would be totally cool with someone stringing together his skeleton and using it as a teaching aide)

But Bradford tried to kill his son. Twice. He intentionally deceived Draxum with the express purpose of getting closer to Galois, used him to get a 'cure' for his partner and then planned to double-cross him and rip his head off in view of his father just to force Draxum to live with that. He wanted to torture the kid.

Honestly, Draxum couldn't defile his corpse enough. He'd have tossed his remains in his septic tank if Gale hadn't freaked out and demanded they be thoroughly destroyed. It's probably a good thing he was already dead, Draxum would have taken a long, long time killing him.

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I don't actually mention Leo making the decision-because for him, it was already made. He chose in 39 that if he had to join Draxum to stay with his brother, he was willing to do that. All his conversation with his grandmother and hearing about all the bullshit going on outside did was reinforce that it was something he needed to do.

I worried that people would be a bit blindsighted when they got down to Leo actually doing the thing. I hope it didn't throw people for too much of a loop.

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Huginn and Muninn are so fun to write, fr. Their dialogue just comes to be so easily. It's actually a challenge to get them to shut up and go away so I can get back to the plot-centric characters, because they will happily yammer on for 2500 words about nothing.

Happy holidays! It was feeling like December was pacing at a reasonable pace, and now I blink and it's less than a week until Christmas. I still need to wrap my presents. :P I currently just have a giant Amazon box right in front of my door, I have to push it out of the way to accept DoorDash orders. I'm hoping the weather forecasts are wrong and we get SOME snow in time. Come on, December is the only time I want snow, I do not want it January-May but you insist on giving it to me then, world.

#doth asks

[mcx7demonbros]

Fool Me Twice (Brothers x Klein)

This is chapter 2 of my I’m an Evil Overlord series, featuring my self-insert MC, Klein. The story takes place somewhere in season 2, but before the string of events that lead to lesson 38.

C/W. Swearing. Demon eating human. Slight mention of cannibalism. Suggestive.

No proofread

Also, please read these first to understand basics in this fic.

Brothers saw Klein creating monsters for the first time (scenarios with my MC) The Cancelled Factory Tour (Prologue 1 of the series) Just a Coincidence? (Prologue 2 of the series) The Truth is Out (previous part)

“I believe that’s all for today questioning.” Barbatos said as he stood up from his chair. “Thank you for your cooperation, Klein. But I believe I have to warn you, if anything of the words you told me here were lies, not only you but also the Brothers would be in a much more jeopardized position.”

“I know.” Klein said as he left the chair to go to his cell’s bed.

“Very well. I shall be leaving. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to talk to the Royal Guards standing outside. After all, Lord Diavolo really does care for your well-being.”

“Wait.”

Barbatos turned around when he heard Klein’s call. “How can I help you, Klein?”

“Can I ask for your advice…as a friend?”

“…I see no problem with that.”

“Um…do you think they, I mean, the Brothers, would forgive me?”

“Well, it’s very hard to say to be honest. You kept hidden a big important secret from them, the first time with Lord Belphegor, the second with your own identity. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. You hurt their egos badly. I have never heard of a demon being forgiving to someone twice.”

Oh darn it.

“But I believe you still have a chance. The Brothers love you deeply. Before them, I have never heard of a demon or a group of demons being so enamored with their partner. In addition, the “cell” you are staying in is the result of the pleading of the Avatar of Pride. That proves they still care for you strongly and deeply.”

“Really?”

Barbatos nodded.

“Then I must go see them. But, I’m still a prisoner here.”

“Well, you could always appeal to change your imprisonment now to house arrest. After all, we haven’t had any official decision on you yet.”

“Alright, then please take me to Diavolo, we need to talk.”

“Very well, follow me.”

Barbatos then took Klein out of his cell and they went to meet Diavolo. On the way to Diavolo’s study, the two encountered the demon noble Val’gak, whom Klein was sure to be behind his predicament at the moment.

Klein and Val’gak glared at each other before parting way. After Klein left, Val’gak clenched his teeth. He thought he had put Lucifer and his Brothers into a big predicament this time and the Seven Lords’ precious human would be executed. However, contrary to Val’gak’s expectation, the Crown Prince gave Klein a luxurious room in the Demon Lord’s Castle to serve as his “prison cell”, only replacing the door with iron bars.

Maybe I should go tell that person. Val’gak left, but not before giving Klein, who was following Barbatos, one last bullet glare.

Barbatos dropped Klein and Cedric at the big door of the House of Lamentation.

“I wish you good luck, Klein.”

“Thanks, Barbatos.”

“And you.” Barbatos didn’t even try to hide his disapproving look when he turned to Cedric. The latter had hidden himself behind Klein, shaking.

After shaking his head, Barbatos left.

“When this is all over, tell me all things you know about Barbatos.” Klein returned to his Evil Overlord mode right after he was sure Barbatos had left for good. “That green-haired demon with an ugly haircut gets on my nerve. I must find out his weakness.”

“Master, he can look both into the past & future, don’t you fear he has already known your words just now?”

After hearing what Cedric said, Klein instinctively covered his mouth. The butler could hear his Master muttering the F word.

“Let’s go inside.” Klein took the key out of his pocket and unlocked the door.

Klein peeked inside first, half-expecting the corpses were still there. Fortunately, they weren’t. But when Klein looked more closely, he still found some dry blood on the floor and the wall, along with burn & bullet marks.

They must have been so sad that they didn’t have the mood to clean the House carefully. The Overlord felt even more guilty now.

After considering his options carefully, Klein decided he would talk to the twins first. This was the first time he kept a secret hidden from Belphie. As for Beel, since the last time he was helping Belphie, from Gluttony’s perspective, it wasn’t deceiving or keeping secret but rather he was exercising some prudence.

Klein and Cedric began to walk very very carefully, afraid to make noise. Klein felt like he was a thief in his own home.

After reaching the twins’ room, Klein knocked.

“Beel, Belphie, are you in there?”

But he received no reply. He tried again a second time and a third time, but seeing no answer, he turned to his butler and shook his head.

“Klein!!!”

As Klein was prepared to leave, he encountered Beel returning to his room from the kitchen.

“Beel, I-.”

“You came back. What a relief.” Before Klein could finish his sentence, Beel gave him a bear hug.

“I’m glad to see you too, Beel. But we need to talk.”

Beel released Klein and opened his door after saying “I see” and giving an understanding nod.

“Cedric, while I talk to my boys. Go make dinner.” Klein said and closed the door in Cedric’s face.

Ah, right, it would be awkward if I were to go in with him. Cedric told himself before walking to the kitchen.

“That is Cedric, my butler.” Klein introduced his steward first in an awkward tone of voice before telling his story of being an Evil Overlord.

“So you’re like Lord Diavolo.”

“Sorry, I don’t think I follow you.”

“I mean, you want to unite the Human Realm under your command, while Diavolo’s trying to make peace possible between the three realms. Although it looks like you two have nothing in common, both of you shares the stubbornness and willing to do anything to achieve your desired dream.”

“I see. I didn’t think about it before. Thanks Beel.”

“You’re welcome, Klein.”

“Anyway, I’m sorry, for deceiving you.”

“Apology accepted.”

“J-just like that?”

“Yes, I mean, Lucifer also hid Lilith’s fate from us for millennia because he thought it was better for him to shoulder the burden alone. I guess you must have thought it was better if you didn’t tell us your secret. Even though both sides are not pure and holy, it’s better that the two sides do not see each other’s ugliness, lest they hate each other for seeing things they don’t want to see. We should be the one to say sorry for making you feel uncomfortable to reveal your secret.”

“Oh, Beel. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Klein.”

Then the two kissed each other on the lips.

“The smell of blood on your mouth, Beel. You ate those corpses?”

“Yes, but don’t worry, I cleaned my mouth so you didn’t commit cannibalism.”

“I don’t do cannibalism. But a little blood smell wouldn’t hurt.” Klein smirked at he kissed the sixth born again. This kiss was more passionate.

“Alright. Beel, do you know where Belphie is?” Klein said after Beel was partially satisfied with the kisses he had been given.

“He’s on the attic.”

As expected. “Do I need to prepare for anything?”

“Don’t worry. Just go.”

Klein left the twins’ room and went to the stairs. Luckily, no Lucifer this time. Klein was saving the eldest for last as he didn’t want to face him now. He climbed the stairs and arrived at the attic.

Klein entered the attic and as expected, he found Belphegor sleeping alone on the bed.

“Belphie, I’m here.” Klein called as he came close to the bed.

However, what he didn’t expect was Belphie grabbing his hands, pulling him into a cuddle on the bed.

“Hey, Belphie, I’m-.”

“You don’t need to say sorry, Klein.”

“Huh?”

“I deceived you once too, remember? I even killed you…and “you”. So we’re even now.”

Belphie opened his purple eyes and looked at Klein before continuing.

“You know? I finally understand the pain of being betrayed when I saw the corpses and your butler in the hall. I thought you were only a lackey at most and I even hid the secret from my brothers for you. But turned out you were such a big shot. I’m very mad at first but then I had the thought that you must have suffered the same pain and anger when I betrayed you. I began to have the thought that your deceit was a payback for my own betrayal. So my rage slowly diminished.”

“Still, I’m sorry.”

“If you insist, give me a kiss.”

“I love you, Belphie.” Klein said as he placed a kiss on Belphie’s lips.

“One more.”

Klein kissed Belphie again, before asking. “Want to hear my story?”

“Yes, I’m really interested in how you torment those pathetic human.”

After Klein had finished his story, Belphie started to drift off to the dreamland.

“Klein, Beel and I were easy on you. After all, we weren’t tricked by you twice. But our older brothers wouldn’t be like that.” Belphie mumbled in his sleep.

“I know, Belphie.” Klein placed one last kiss on the seventh born’s cheek before leaving the attic.

Knock…knock…knock

“If you’re Klein the Big Meanie, then don’t ever thinking of coming in here again.”

“Please, Asmo, we need to talk.” Klein begged. “I know I hurt you and I’m sorry.”

Suddenly, the door swung opened and Klein was pulled inside. Lust shoved Klein on his bed and got on top of him. He noticed the fifth born was in his usual demon form, but with extremely long sharp nails.

“Klein, do you remember I once told you that I wanted to reach in, pull out your heart and tear it open to see what’s inside? Now I’m so mad that I’m considering doing that.” The Avatar of Lust said as his nails hovered above Klein’s chest, around his heart.

“What do you say, handsome? Consider your next words carefully because they may be your last.”

“Then do it. Tear it out and see the love I have for you inside.” Klein said as he grabbed Asmo’s hand and placed it on top of his heart.

Klein closed his eyes and awaited Asmo’s action. He didn’t want to die but appeasing the Avatar of Lust’s anger was now more important to him. If things went bad for his little heart, the Overlord still had a mechanical heart to replace it with.

Fortunately, Asmodeus didn’t harm Klein, not that he intended to. He loved Klein too much to do that. Lust placed his ear on Klein’s heart and began to listen to its beat.

Seeing Asmo appeased, Klein took the courage to place his hand on Asmo’s back, near his wings. Then he used the other hand to do the same, hugging Asmo in his arms.

“May I tell my story to you, my lovely Prince?”

Asmo nodded while still putting his ear on Klein’s heart. Lust began to hear the story of the Evil Overlord while observing that his heart beat faster with each word he spoke.

“Among the politicians I assassinated, there were Thomas Adams-.”

“Wait, what do you say, Thomas Adams?”

“Yes, what’s the matter?”

“He’s one of the big faces that my Lust demons were tempting back then. You assassination ruined our plan.”

“Oh, I didn’t know. I killed him because he was an obstacle to secret societies, like one that I lead. I’m sorry that I ruined your plan.”

“It’s alright. I forgive you for this one. You’re the only person I’m willing to give such treatment. If it had been anyone else, I would have been extremely mad and might have killed that person.”

“Then-.”

“Don’t be too greedy.” Lust placed his finger on Klein’s lips, shutting his mouth. “I only said I would forgive you that one case, not the whole deception.”

“Then what should I do to earn your forgiveness?”

“Hum, let me think. Let me paint your beautiful nails for at least a month.”

Klein didn’t want to have his nails painted. He loved them in their natural rose color. But he knew he didn’t have a choice here.

“Alright. But don’t choose a bright color, ok?”

“You got it.” Asmo leaned down and kissed Klein. First kisses all over his face before a more romantic, passionate one on his lips.

“Don’t expect me to be so forgiving if a third time happens.” Asmo whispered and breathed to Klein’s ear, sending a chill down the boy’s spine and made him blush at the same time.

Knock…knock…knock

Klein knocked on Wrath’s door while wondering if he should wear car ears to appease the demon but decided against it for a simple reason that he must say sorry sincerely and not exploiting the demon’s soft spot for cat, plus he didn’t have any cat ear on hand.

“Come in.”

Klein wasn’t sure that was Satan’s normal words or his words amidst growls.

Here goes nothing.

The moment Klein opened the door, he was pulled inside and the door was shut with a strong force. Wrath pushed Klein at the door, cornering the Overlord with a kabedon.

“I’m sure you’ve prepared yourself before coming in here.”

“Yes.” Klein said after having calmed down.

“Klein, it’s true that I have an unpleasant side that I hide from you. But when someone I care so much about did the same to me, it stings. And I’m very angry, no, madly furious.”

“Yeah, I have no defense for myself.”

“At least you know that you’re guilty. So being torn to pieces and eaten by lesser demons, or being thrown to Gehenna, what will it be, your execution?”

“Do whatever you want, but can I have my last words?”

“Say it.”

“I’m sorry. And I love you, Satan.” Klein’s hands reached out and caressed the fourth born’s face. And Wrath didn’t reject it.

“You will be the death of me, Klein.” Satan leaned down and kissed the Overlord on his lips. “I love you too.” Wrath said as their lips parted.

“Now tell me about that evil side of yours, don’t leave out any detail. I don’t want to hear second-hand information from my brothers.”

Knock…knock…knock

As expected, no answer.

I’m sorry, Levi. But I know this is the only way to talk with you. Klein turned the door knob but it was locked.

“Ephphatha!” Klein mumbled and the door was unlocked and opened by itself.

The moment Klein entered the Levi’s room, he was immediately thrown into an ocean.

What the hell?

Leviathan’s pact mark on Klein shined with a dark orange light. The pact’s power was automatically used to help the Overlord breathe underwater. However, Lotan soon appeared and coiled around Klein, strangling his whole body.

“Look who has decided to come back, it’s the backstabbing human.”

Envy appeared before Klein in his demon form, holding a knife in one of his hand.

“This mark, you don’t deserve to have it.” Levi put the knife near Klein’s orange pact mark, ready to cut into Klein’s flesh.

“Wait, Levi, hear me.” Klein knew he wasn’t facing the otaku he had been seeing all the time, so he had play his cards fast.

“You think you have the right to open your mouth.” Levi lifted Klein’s chin up. “Maybe I should cut off your tongue first. A proper punishment for a dishonest traitor.”

Levi forced Klein to open his mouth and moved the knife to his lips.

“Ready, here it comes.”

“Levi, I’m sorry I hurt you. And I love you more than I could describe.”

Levi stopped his track, and after a few seconds, the third born threw his knife. Lotan and the whole under the ocean scene disappeared, and Levi’s room returned to normal.

“I’m such a sad, gloomy, annoying, useless, socially awkward, gross, recluse otaku. I can’t even kill an evil backstabbing human traitor whom I thought was my friend.” Envy reverted back to his self deprecating self.

“Levi, that’s not true. Even if it’s true, I love you.” Klein walked to Levi and hugged him.

“Don’t touch me. This body is for 2D-.”

But Klein shushed Levi. “I know, this body is for me only. You tried to say otherwise, but you didn’t reject my hug.”

“Klein, how could you…?” Envy hugged Klein back and began to sob, saying things incompressible to normal ears. And Klein only knew how to say sorry, placing occasional kisses on Levi’s face.

After a whole 10 minutes, Levi finally recovered.

“If you want, I’ll tell you my story now.”

“Ok. But wait.”

Levi walked to his wardrobe and took out his Admiral uniform, much to Klein’s surprise and confusion.

“I’m going to most deserved attention. I’ll listen to your story while wearing this.”

Then Klein told Levi his story. When Klein told him about the robbing of the automaton parts on Hell Navy’s ship, Levi couldn’t help but yell “That was you?”

Knock…knock…knock

There was no answer again. Klein used the same “Ephphatha” spell to open the door, but Mammon wasn’t in his room.

Where could he be?

A light bulb appeared in Klein’s head as he headed back to his room. When the Overlord arrived near his room, he saw the door was being opened.

As Klein hurriedly ran inside his room, he found Mammon shoving his clothes into a suitcase.

“What are you doing?”

Mammon looked at him for a split second, before returning to what he was doing.

“Throwing the trash out.”

“But those are my clothes.”

“Clothes of someone who is not welcomed in this house are trashes. And I’m doing the the job of throwing them out.”

“Mammon, I’m sorry.”

Mammon turned to Klein and morphed into his demon form.

“The Great Mammon will have ya know that all of those who dare to cross me would meet a cruel ending. Ya crossed me once with Belphie, I forgave ya. It never crossed my mind that ya would have the audacity to cross me a second time.”

“Yes, there’s no defense for my action. But I do love you, my Lord of Wealth, and that was the reason why I didn’t want you to see the dark side of me.”

“I don’t have anything else to say to ya.” Mammon said and threw the suitcase at Klein. “Take this and leave. Remember, in 10 days, I would make your empire collapse. I will make you poor and destitute.”

“Do you really mean that?”

“Y-yes. Get out of my sight.”

“No. I won’t.” Klein dropped the suitcase and hugged Mammon.

“G-get off me.” Even though Mammon said so, his face blushed from Klein’s touch and he made no effort to push Klein away.

“Mammon, I know that being my first pact demon, this is harder for you to swallow this. I know I should have at least told you something. And I’m truly sorry. If you insist on chasing me out, I’m going to die of heartache before you have to chance to make me a beggar. Really, my little heart can’t take all the pain.”

“F-Fine. Tell me everything, don’t leave anything out. And remember, I won’t forgive you…I’ll never forgive you for eternity if this happens a third time, got it?”

“Yes, the Great Mammon, Lord of Wealth and of Worldly Possession.”

After the argument ended, Klein began to show his Overlord identity to Mammon. Amidst the story, sometimes Mammon shouted “Wait, you own that casino?”, much to Klein’s confusion, though he took it to heart and told himself to investigate it later.

“You are going to Lucifer next, right?”

“Yeah, I have talked with all the other, leaving only him.”

“Alright, knowing that Prideful Peacock, he’s probably going to get drunk himself with Demonus right now, thinking about you. Go save him.”

“Yeah, I will.” Klein said as he left his room.

However, one second later, Klein returned to the room.

“Sorry, forget something.”

Klein placed a kiss on the lips of Greed and then left, leaving the second born, whose face was as red as a tomato.

Klein looked at the window of the House, the Devildom’s sky had turned into a sunset-like night sky. He had spent nearly a day asking for forgiveness. Even though he didn’t eat lunch, Klein didn’t feel hungry at all, he knew he had one last thing to do before he could eat comfortably again, excluding the fact that Diavolo hadn’t decided his fate yet.

Should I walk inside his room on my knees? Klein had many ridiculous thoughts but decided to shove them aside.

“Come in, the door is not locked.”

Before Klein had the chance to knock on the door, he already heard Lucifer’s beckoning for him to come inside.

Klein summoned all his courage and walked in. Inside, Lucifer was holding a glass of Demonus, with a bottle of Demonus on the table. Aside from that, there were a lot of documents on the table, probably they were on the atrocities Klein had committed and Diavolo had decided to let Lucifer read it. The gramophone was playing some classical music that Klein had no knowledge of.

“Sit.”

Klein obeyed right away and sat opposite of Lucifer.

“Have you read them?” Klein pointed at the documents on the table.

“Not yet. I want to hear it from you.” Lucifer put the glass down and looked at Klein. His black crimson eyes looked like they were gonna see through Klein’s soul and eat it.

Klein gulped and he began to tell Lucifer all about his secret identity. Pride didn’t say a single thing during Klein’s story telling time. They say silent wrath is scary and now Klein was starting to feel it.

“Klein, I thought you were all holy and innocent, like what should have been based on your religious background.” The eldest began to spoke after Klein had finished his story. “The thought of you being evil did cross my mind many times, but I shoved them aside EVERY SINGLE TIME. And turned out my suspicious thoughts were right. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Do you know how much you wounded my Pride. I’m the Avatar of Pride, you literally mocked all what I’m representing.”

Lucifer turned into his demon form, and in a split second, he was right beside Klein. Pride grabbed Klein’s chin and caressed the Overlord’s lips with his thumb.

“I was so mad that I was only one thin line away from smashing everything in this room.” Lucifer said as he looked into Klein’s brown eyes, which were now lost in the beauty of his crimson eyes.

“Now tell me, why should I not suck your soul out of your corrupted flesh because I’m really tempted of doing that right now?”

“B-because…”

“Go on. Say it.”

“The mutual love between us.”

Right after those words, Klein reached out and kissed Lucifer. The kiss soon became more passionate and sensual.

“You are really a dare-devil, aren’t you, Klein? I could have sucked out your soul with that kiss.” Pride didn’t notice his cheeks had gone pink.

“Yeah. And I’m sorry for everything. At first, I thought the pure facade would help me stay out of trouble in the Devildom. It’s still true as a lot of demons stay far away from me for thinking I have holy water or blessed salt. After I truly became a part of this family, I really wanted to take that mask off, but that innocent image is already deeply engraved in your minds, and I was afraid you will think less of me or even hate me if I revealed my evil side to you.”

Lucifer had turned back to his human form and returned to his seat amidst Klein’s confession, without breaking eye contract with him.

“Klein, to tell the truth, I’m still mad, I really am.”

Wait, no forgiveness?

“But I’m willing to forgive you and give you another chance. I’ll have you know that you are the only person I, and my brothers also I assume, give such special treatment. Don’t mess with us a third time, treasure this chance.”

Klein didn’t anything, but only nodded.

“Um, you said earlier that you were still mad, what should I do to relieve that anger?”

“You should help me let it out, of course.”

Then Lucifer gave Klein the bedroom eyes that he knew very well.

“Ahem, let’s postpone that to tomorrow night. I want to eat something now, and I guess tonight everybody will want to cuddle with me.”

“Fine by me. But I have to warn you, since I already know your true identity, don’t expect me to go easy on you, like every other night.”

That very same night…

“Hey, do you think Klein’s still messing around with us.” Mammon asked.

Lucifer did not reply right away, he looked at the night sky for a while before answering.

“I have the same fear. But I choose to believe him. I don’t think the pain in his eyes I saw today is fake.”

“If you also have the same thought, I can rest assured.”

“What about the one I told you to spy on?”

“Ah him. Don’t worry, he’s leading us to the puppeteer behind him.”

Somewhere in Devildom…

The demon noble Val’gak was inside a ruin fortress, trying to find something…or wait for someone.

“I already told you not to find me during this important time.”

A person with red cloak appeared. None could see their face, but they spoke with a male voice.

“I’m sorry. I’m just worried that our plan may be off the track a little. Plus, you needn’t worry, even Barbatos can’t find me with his ability as I have an artifact made from the previous demon king’s horn with me.”

“Alright, what’s worrying you so much that you must find me at this time?” The person in red cloak asked.

“That brat of a prince is not doing what we expected, he’s being too lenient to that man-whore boy toy of the Avatars.”

“I don’t think that’s a worrying issue.” The person in red cloak said. “After all, the Prince has immense respect for this human exchange student. It’s not unthinkable for him to go lenient on him. The important part is that you must do your job, put a pressure on him, invite other nobles to join you.”

As the two were talking, a crow was looking at them from the windowsill of the ruined window. They were too busy to notice it.

The next day…

Diavolo summoned the eight residents of the House of Lamentation, plus Cedric, to the arena.

“Klein, I hope you have made peace with the Brothers.” Diavolo said.

“Yes, thank you for giving me the chance to do that, Diavolo.”

“Alright, let’s go to the main issue why I called you all out today. Klein, I want you swear allegiance to me. And yes, in case you’re wondering, it’s the same one Lucifer had sworn to me.”

“Eh, no way.”

“Diavolo, please don’t force Klein.”

“Lucifer, many nobles have asked me to execute Klein, saying that he will endanger Devildom. Even if he isn’t, he will attract other dangerous human like him to Devildom. This is an exchange to appease them. Plus, it’s not the first time a human swore loyalty to me. Many throughout centuries have done so in exchange for the power to create a vast empire.”

“Diavolo, I-.”

“Pffft…hahaha.” While the Brothers were worrying for Klein, the young man laughed hysterically like the whole thing was a joke.

“Klein, may I ask the reason why you’re laughing.” Diavolo looked at Klein and frowned. Even Barbatos beside him, who hadn’t spoken a word, also frowned.

“That’s because you can’t, Diavolo.” Klein said after he finished laughing.

To be continued

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Chapter 6- A much needed reminder

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Laughter. The noise that filled the park in the midmorning sunlight. Morpheus watched with a pang of jealousy as his wife drifted about the park between couples and friends, her own joy resonating in the breeze. He couldn't help but be transfixed by y/n's graceful figure, her long sundress rippling freely behind her as he absentmindedly fed some pigeons. "Heads up!" came a voice from the group playing football, as Dream lifted his hand to catch it, without removing his gaze from one specific bird. "Sorry, man. Nice catch, though" as a young man jogged over to collect the mis-shot ball, thanking him as he left. As the man left, distracted by the Endless' sibling, Death meandered over to sit beside her brother on the bench. "What're you doin'?" She inquired, casually, trying a smile to catch her little brother's attention. "I'm feeding the pigeons" dream responded with an obvious tone, looking down, melancholy, at the bread in his hands. Death simply nodded and smiled, knowing her next words perfectly, " You do that too much, you know what you get?...fat pigeons…" she joked, sadly failing with her reference to Mary Poppins. At that moment, an excited young girl ran through the birds, disturbing them. Dream looked up from his silence and stared daggers at the child, before his sister broke him from his thoughts, "Okay, so what's the matter?". " What do you mean?" He muttered, again fixating on a point in the ground "I can tell something's wrong, I mean, look at you, sitting here moping, pigeon-feeding. It's not like you, especially when your beloved is so close by.” Dream looked up to stare at his wife, sighing as he threw bread at the birds below him. “Perhaps you’re right. Something is the matter. When they captured me, I just had one thought. Vengeance. It wasn’t as satisfying as I’d expected. Meanwhile, my kingdom has fallen apart. My love, wounded and drained, almost dying. My tools, long since stolen and scattered, and so I embarked upon a journey to find them once I knew y/n was okay. Which I did. I am more powerful than I have been in eons….and yet.” Dream went quiet and Death spoke “Here you are feeding the pigeons.” Dream looked at his sister with a pitiful look on his face, tears brimming his lashes “you see, until then, I’d have a true purpose. A purpose beyond my function, and then suddenly it was over, and…….I felt disappointed. Let down. Empty. I sit here and watch my wife interact with these mortals bringing love to everyone around her. All I’ve done in the past century is be captured and let my tools do almost unchangeable damage to the waking world. Does that make sense? I was so sure that once I got my wife and my tools back , I’d feel good. But in some ways I feel worse than when I started. I feel like…..nothing.” Bringing his gaze back down to his lap “there you asked.”

From a couple of benches away, y/n's face turns to the siblings, a smile growing on her face at seeing Death. Getting up from the blossoming romance she was nurturing, she crossed the distance, perching herself on the bench next to her husband. "No need to halt your conversation for me, please continue." Y/n encouraged, crossing a leg over the other, resting her chin in her hand in interest. Death smiled at y/n before turning back to dream “you could have called me, you know” Dream shaking his head “I didn’t want to worry you.” Death quickly stood to stand in front of Dream “oh, I don’t believe it. Let me tell you something, Dream. And I’m only going to say this once, so you better pay attention. You are utterly the stupidest, most self-centered, pathetic excuse for an anthropomorphic personification on this or any other plane.” Y/n couldn’t help herself but to snicker at Death's words. “Feeling sorry for yourself because your little game is over and you haven’t got the balls to go out and find a new one. You’re as bad as Desire. No, worse.” Death threw the bread at Dream causing y/n to try and conceal her laugh. "Did it ever occur to you that I would be worried about you?” Y/n looked over at Dream with amusement in her eyes seeing her husband gape up at his sister trying to interrupt “I didn’t think-“ Death quickly interrupted dream “exactly. You didn’t think!” The whistle of a ball flying through the air again broke the tension "Heads up!" The same guy from before shouted as Death caught the ball mid-air with scary accuracy. "Wow. You're as good as your…friend there." Death smiled as she handed back the ball, shaking her head slightly "He's not my friend. He's my brother…and he's an idiot. That's my sister-in-law, she puts up with the idiot." The young man smiled and laughed before jogging off back to his friends. Y/n nuzzled her head into Dream's shoulder, "I'm just feeding the pigeons" he sounded slightly offended. Y/n chuckled “we know you are Dream, But your sister is right. You need not envy anyone or sit here and mope.” Y/n stood clapping her hands together as she made eye contact with Death, seemingly both having the same idea.

As they walked down the stone road death stopped at the fruit stand. Asking the man for three apples before dream shook his head stating he didn’t want one. Y/n smiled at the man nodding that she would like one. The man placed one apple in y/n and Death's palms “on the house for you two beautiful ladies.” The man winked at the two causing Dream to raise a brow and scowl, y/n linking arms with him as they walked away. Dream spoke between the two “you both are so good with them” y/n looked up questioning “apples?” Shaking his head “humans, y/n.” Death asking if either of them had seen any of the other siblings since Dream returned. Y/n cutting her eyes at her sister-in-law at the mention of the Endless siblings. Death not getting the silent hint, she went on talking about the social event that was undertaken in his absence "we did have one family dinner, when you were away…the twins were in high spirits, well Desire was, anyway." Dream snickered under his breath at that notion "With me gone, I have no doubt." Y/n recoiled slightly at the unpleasant memory. "I don't know. I think Desire missed their usual sparring partner across the dinner table. Oh! Y/n came, too…" Death trailed off as she saw the angelic face fall. Dream quickly shifted subject, hugging his wife's side to his own, "Any word of the prodigal?" To which his sister responded soberly, "No, still missing. You were both missed." As the day went on both y/n and Dream shadowed Death as she worked. Y/n could see Dream understanding humanity as they encountered more souls becoming more sympathetic for the mortals. The weight of Death's job weighed down on y/n's heart as they walked back to the park. Death explaining to Dream her own hardships with who she was. Y/n zoned out as she was lost in her own thoughts picking up on bits and pieces of Death's words “our purpose is our function.” “realized I need them as much as they need me.” A smile painted her lips coming back around as they entered the park. Looking up to Dream as he spoke to his sister, grabbing her hands into his own “you’ve taught me something I had forgotten. I thank you my sister.” Death smiled at Dream “that’s what family is for. One last appointment then I have to go.” Y/n's eyes widened at the word appointment, a word she used to describe their meetings with a certain immortal centuries ago. Looking at Dream with a large smile when he said they had an appointment as well. Their last meeting didn’t go so well then Dream got captured. Y/n silently hoped the man would still be there waiting for them. She could remember the exact date they all first met Hob Gadling.

— 1389 —

Y/n and Dream stood outside a tavern. Death hurriedly ushering them along “come on then you two.” Dream grumpily argued with his sister “I do not see what purpose this will serve.” Death turned to argue with her sibling as they walked closer to the door “at least I get out and meet them. I just think maybe it would be good for you to see them on their terms. Instead of yours.” One of the many times Death tried to teach Dream about humanity. Y/n happy to follow the pair along and watch Dream squirm as he reluctantly observed the mortals. Y/n followed them into the tavern lightly laughing at their bickering, sneaking beside her husband to whisper in his ear "Play nice, love. You may thank me for it later" before winking and falling slightly behind again. Death speaking to a man ordering an ale for the group. Y/n wrinkling her nose at the idea and the smell of the tavern. Silently wishing she would’ve stayed back in the Dreaming. The trio stood there at the door for a minute as they scanned the room observing the mortals. Y/n chuckled at Death's words when she took a sip of the ale leaning in to whisper “I could’ve told you that just by the smell alone, Death.” As they walked around, y/n could hear all the drunken men whisper about and catcall her. Dream death-glaring any man he made eye contact with that dared to make comments about his wife.

Y/n picked up on different and broken parts of conversations around the tavern trying to avoid the advancements of the many men who tried. Until one conversation peaked all of their attention “look, I’ve seen death.” They turned to look at the man listening more intently to his conversation “I lost half my village to the Black Death. I fought under Buckingham in Burgundy. It’s not like I don’t know what death is. Death is……stupid.” Y/n raised a brow looking to Death as Dream did the same. An unspoken agreement between the trio as the mortal man still spoke “Nobody has to die. The only reason people die is…..is 'cause everyone does it. You all just go along with it. But not me. I’ve made up my mind…I’m not going to die.” The men around him laughed, one saying Death comes for every man. They all looked back to the man with amusement as he argued with the men at the table. Even Dream carried a small smile as he leaned into Death “why would any sensible creature crave an eternity of this?” Death looked at her brother, forming a plan “you could find out.” Y/n smiled at Death knowing exactly what she was doing. “I could grant him his wish.” Dream spoke with a sense of competitiveness “Do that, and he will be begging for death within a century, I assure you.” Y/n linking her arm with Dream's as she entered the conversation “this will prove very interesting. Are you going to tell him, darling? Or should Death?.” Dream pulled his wife along to the man’s table. The table going quiet with their presence, Dream spoke “did I hear you say you had no intention of ever dying?" The man choked out a laugh “uh, yeah. Yeah, that’s right.” Y/n leaned in closer to the man with a smile “then you must tell us what it’s like. Let us meet here again, Robert Gadling, in this tavern of the White Horse in 100 years.” Y/n righted herself with a knowing smile as the other men laughed and doubted amongst themselves. The man’s brows furrowed together at the fact the beautiful woman knew his full name. Recovering quickly he spoke again, addressing the two with smugness “a hundred years time, on this day sweetheart?” Y/n let out a small laugh at the man’s pet name, Dream scowling at the mortal. Y/n nodded at the man’s question, he spoke again “I will see you both in the year of our lord 1489, then.” Y/n gave the man a small smile and a small bow of her head with acknowledgment before going to follow after Dream only to collide with his chest. He looked down at her, with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He whispered in her ear "just trust me, my sweet" with an almost imperceptible nod from y/n, Dream clasped one of his hands around her waist and the other around the back of her neck, dropping her back and lowering her into a deep, passionate kiss. This earned a few wolf-whistles and some light smatterings of applause, but as they both stood back up, Morpheus turned to address Hob, "call my wife anything but her name again, and our little bargain may be suspended. Understood?"

As the centuries passed they continued to meet with Hob. Dream fascinated with Hob's will to live. Y/n and Dream had seen him rise and fall through their meetings, but nothing made the man want to quit living. Always excited for the next big thing. Y/n and Hob grew close over the years. The pair developing a sibling-like relationship the more they bickered and laughed with each other. A relation Dream had to slowly come to terms with, but with warning words from his wife, he decided to let the chip on his shoulder rest. The last meeting the group had, y/n could remember the fight word for word. Hob and Dream had a falling out. Y/n almost called it a lover's quarrel, but she knew better than most where her husband's heart lay.

In 1889, Dream and y/n entered the tavern not before being stopped by a woman, y/n frowning as she could see into the young woman’s heart seeing all the pain. Deciding not to lash out as she spouted off vile things to her husband taking pity on her. Hob came to the door and hurried her off, bringing the two inside. It all started off normal, well their strange sense of normal, for the trio, y/n and Hob joking around, Dream asking about the past 100 years and if Hob still had the will to live. Until Dream brought up the past of the young woman Hob called Lushing Lou. Y/n's heart ached for the girl. Hob, now curious to how Dream knew the information about the girl he’d never met before “how do you know all of that?” Y/n looked down guiltily. Dream trying to steer the conversation off the topic he spoke “your cup is empty. You need more wine.” Hob scoffed “you knew Lady Johanna. You know Lushing Lou. You know everyone, don’t you?” Dream speaking of Lady Johanna hoping again to side track hob “I saw her again, you know. She undertook a task for me. And succeeded admirably, I might add.” Hob's tone changed as he spoke to Dream “that might be the only thing I’ve learned after 500 years. People are almost always better than you think they are. Not me though, still the same as ever.” Y/n piped up into the conversation looking to Hob with hopeful eyes “I think perhaps you have changed” he looked over to y/n “well I may have learnt a bit from my mistakes that’s it. Doesn’t seem to stop me from making them.” Hob let out a breathy laugh before looking to Dream “I think it’s you who’s changed.” Y/n could sense a fight about to break out between the two but stayed quiet hoping Dream wouldn’t over-react hearing him say a quick ‘how so’. Hob's features changed slightly, y/n lowering herself down slightly “I think I know why we still meet here century after century. It’s not because you want to see whether or not I’m ready to seek Death. I don’t think I’ll ever seek Death by now you know that about me so I think you’re here for something else.” Dream didn’t back down from the man’s challenging words “and what might that be?” Hob's eyes never left Dream's face “friendship. I think you’re lonely.” Y/n groaned quietly knowing Hob had finally done it. Quickly grabbing Dream's hands with her own. “Calm down please, love” y/n pleaded with Dream but his anger rose as he mulled over Hob's words “you dare suggest one such as I might need your companionship. I have my wife, and she has kept me satisfied for centuries!” Y/n looked between the two with pleading eyes, hoping one of them would calm down. She winced at Hob's fallen face as he whispered a quick ‘yes. Yes I do’. Dream quickly stood up from the table “then I shall take my leave of you and prove you wrong.” Hob quickly rising at the words. y/n silently cursing at them both. She stood you place a hand on Hob's shoulders “I’m so sorry Hob, I’ll talk to him, I promise. He knows deep down you are his friend. He just won’t admit it to himself.” With that y/n quickly ran after Dream into the rain, Hob following them both as he yelled “tell you what! I’ll be here in a hundred years time. If you’re here, then it'll be because we’re friends. No other reason right?” Y/n gave Hob a quick look, tears shining in her eyes, giving him a quick nod. Hearing a quiet ‘fuck’ from Hob before they disappeared.

A century later, Hob returned in hopes of healing the damage caused from that night, however after a whole day of waiting, even well into the night, neither showed their faces. Little did he know that Dream was captured in the Burgess' basement, and his wife still in the Dreaming, too weak to make the journey. Still, their absence left an ache in Hob's heart, that lay in wait for a few more decades. Until the present day. Dream and y/n, walked arm in arm toward the new pub, hoping to Destiny and the Fates that he would be there. Luckily for them, when they entered and turned a slight corner, they all spotted each other and reunited, in the 21st century, Dream happy to be with his wife and friend, the damaging argument forgotten. Y/n ran to Hob with open arms, hugging the man so tightly he almost couldn’t breath. She looked up with tears brimming “I’m so glad you’re here.” Dream walked up to the two with a small smile “I've always heard it impolite to keep one's friends waiting." Y/n smiled between the two knowing everything was fine for the moment.

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#sandman fic #sandman #sandman netflix #dream #dream x reader #dream of the endless #morpheus #tom sturridge #hob gadling #y/n

[saras-devotionals]

Quiet Time 3/29

What am I feeling today?

Pretty good, I woke up on time and I’m going to be meeting with a friend soon that I haven’t seen in maybe 5 years? It’ll be really nice to catch up with her because we used to be very close. I’m feeling hopeful about today and looking forward to what I can accomplish!

Women’s Midweek Lesson - Teachability - Recap

The women in our church had an incredible lesson on teachability and as much as I’d love to share the whole thing, for this morning I’m just going to focus on what stood out to me🤗

How easy is it for someone to teach you?

We were asked this question at the beginning of the lesson and I originally put down a 7/8

Are you unteachable?

Proverbs 12:15 NIV

“The way of fools seems right to them, but the wise listen to advice.”

Are we being fools? Am I so stuck in what I believe is right that I won’t allow anyone to tell me otherwise?

I know I can be like this sometimes. I acknowledge that I’m a stubborn person and I don’t like to say I’m picky but rather particular about how I like things done/handled. I know that stems from a desire of control and familiarity. I don’t like change, I don’t like unpredictability, I don’t like feeling unprepared so I stick with what I know.

To give examples, I read the last chapter of a book before starting it, I watch the same shows over and over again, I read the whole summary of a movie before watching it, I cook the same meals every day, I organize everything in the same spot and have designated hangers for each of my clothes, and there’s many more things I could list. These are all things I do to ensure my comfort and sense of control (I’ll touch more on the comfort zone later though).

Do you only do the bare minimum?

I know I am guilty of this. I don’t wish for my response to come across as making excuses but moreso and explanation. I take on a lot of tasks and responsibilities. I have a lot on my plate and they are all things that I have chosen to do. However, with all of those things, my time is constrained and most days I feel that I am stretched too thin. I block time for each responsibility but I feel as though I’m not always able to give my best or as much as I want to or something else will go unaccomplished.

This relates to my life as a disciple. I block an hour of time each morning for my quiet times but I feel that it’s the bare minimum. I wish I could do more but to do more, I’d have to sacrifice something else. My hope is that when summer comes around, many of my responsibilities will be freed up and I’ll have extra time to dive deeper into the study of the Word.

Do you talk a lot to avoid hearing advice?

Proverbs 10:19, 18:2 NIV

“Sin is not ended by multiplying words, but the prudent hold their tongues.”

“Fools find no pleasure in understanding but delight in airing their own opinions.”

These two scriptures touch on holding the tongue and airing out one’s own opinion.

I go back and forth on this. Many people when they initially meet me regard me as shy and quiet. That’s how I’ve been labeled my whole life, I even remember times in school when some classmates would ask if I even talked🫥

However, I love to talk. I joke sometimes with my brother saying I’m a professional yapper. Or I’ll post things like this in reference to me:

Which roughly translates too, I talk a lot, I’m like a podcast. My family knows this. I’ll talk to them all day long about everything and anything. Sometimes I don’t even say things of substance, just mumbling the theme songs to mario or star wars or making random sounds.

But I digress, see even in texting I talk too much.

Anyways, when I have time with my discipler, sometimes I worry that maybe I talk too much. I’ve tried to implement something new the past few months. I let her give me whatever lesson she has planned and once we finish that, I have my own list of things I want to discuss and take the end time to bring it up. I think this works and prevents me from wasting time talking but I’ll talk with her again today about all this and see if she thinks I talk too much because I think I do😅

Do you always look for comfort and familiarity? Are you prepared to get out of your comfort zone?

Proverbs 1:32 NIV

“For the waywardness of the simple will kill them, and the complacency of fools will destroy them;”

I looked up the definitions to be sure and then synonyms. You can think of wayward as willful, headstrong, stubborn, and complacent as smug, pride, self-satisfaction.

I touched on this earlier, noting that I’m stubborn and like my comfort. But here it says that these same traits will kill and destroy me. That’s worrisome. I want to know the root of it though. Obviously people like to be comfortable, I feel that’s human nature.

But whats the root of my stubbornness? why do I feel the need to be in control? what’s the reason for me being so particular? why does it bother me so much when something is not done the way I like it/do it? (I’ll try reading this out or finding a plan to work through this)

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[grymmnox]

weekly fic recs #24

i think this is 23. i think. it is not 23. smaller than usual as i haven’t done as much reading as i would’ve liked

fandom(s): bungo stray dogs, boku no hero academia (there’s a couple crossovers between bsd and mha)

ship(s): soukoku, shin soukoku, zenku soukoku, ranpoe, kousano (if thats what its called; kouyou/yosano), fyozai, erasermic

Oneshots

Full Tacit Understanding; setosdarkness - bungo stray dogs

teen and up | 3.1k words | chuuya/dazai, akutagawa/atsushi, poe/ranpo, fukuzawa/mori, kouyou/yosano

summary:

Chuuya breathes. Dazai answers, “Yamashita Park.” Ding.

(Kunikida despairs as he tallies yet another correct answer. “Just how are they doing this.”) (Lucy tugs at her braids as she sees the odd couple rack up points, frustrated and awed in equal measures. “What is wrong with Japan.”)

(Or, the one where they play charades and everyone gets traumatized by soukoku’s level of telepathy.)

there is nothing more special than your smile (you taught me that this was love); Bluejay20 - bsd/mha fusion

teen and up | 9.9k words | aizawa/hizashi, chuuya & Q

summary:

“It’s fine.” Aizawa says, then lies easily. “It’s a nice doll.”

At the compliment, the kid beams, eyes brightening.

“You think so? Mister Chuuya says he’s ugly but I don’t think so.” The kid twirls on the spot, lifting the doll above their head as they do so.

Aizawa takes a gamble. “This Chuuya…is he your guardian?”

“Nope!” the kid states, popping the p.

They don’t evaluate.

“Can you tell me your name—”

“Oh! And he—” the kid gestures towards the doll. “—can do tricks! Do you wanna see?”

Aizawa doesn’t even get a chance to try and respond, because the kid grips the head of the doll in their fist. As their innocent smile turn sadistic, and bright eyes turn dark, they pull.

Or, While on patrol Hitoshi and Aizawa meet a young, lost kid named Q. And while waiting for their guardian to retrieve them, end up learning that this kid's past is darker than it appears. This revelation leaves them with a lot more questions than answers.

grim’s notes: typical Q warnings 100% apply here

Complete

Baby Executive; BlowingYourMind - bungo stray dogs

teen and up | 26 chapters | 101.6k words | chuuya/dazai, chuuya & dazai | READ TAGS

summary:

Dazai's normally boring morning was shattered when a small pair of arms wrapped themselves around his knees and big azure eyes blinked up at him partnered with a stupidly happy grin.

Or

Chuuya is hit with an ability that reverses his age.

Prison Sentences; gev_ao3 - bungo stray dogs

teen and up | 14 chapters | 9.4k words | dazai/fyodor, dazai & fyodor | READ TAGS

summary:

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Some conversations between Dazai and Fyodor that should never leave the cell.

~a(n ongoing) drabble collection~

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grim’s notes: technically not complete, but also technically not incomplete either. so. it’s in this section now.

Duo Heroes, Double Black; Yellow_Canna - bsd/mha fusion

general audiences | 2 chapters | 22.1k words | chuuya/dazai, akutagawa & atsushi

summary:

“We are broadcasting this live above U.A High School and you won’t believe what we are seeing! Everyone, please take a look!”

In the middle of a no-longer-empty track field, were three black vehicles. The cars were parked in a straight line with the perfect distances apart from one another. In front of the line of cars was a table oddly standing out in the middle of the field with black sunshade set over it.

Men dressed in black suits stood in a perfect line between the cars and the table. They stood up straight, chin held high and hands folded behind their backs. It was obvious that these were well-trained bodyguards.

However, those weren’t what shocked the audiences sitting in front of their TVs. No…rather than the men and the cars...it was that single man prostrating on the ground, his attire making him stand out from all the black.

“ALL MIGHT! IT’S ALL MIGHT!” The reporter screamed, causing the microphone to ring from her sharp voice. “The former No.1 Hero who hasn’t been seen since the announcement of his retirement!! But…just what is this current situation?!”

What was the current situation?

That was what Toshinori wanted to know.

#[.grims weekly recs] #[.grims recs] #reclist #fic recs #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd fic recs #bungo stray dogs fic recs #bungou stray dogs fic recs #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha fic recs #mha fic recs #boku no hero academia fic recs #my hero academia fic recs #why do i go through the effort of typing out pretty much every variation of a fandom name #what is the point #oh well #gonna keep doing it #clearly

[jonathanbiers]

longtime reader first time anon! in regards to the "steve doesn't know what a bisexual is" thing, I'm honestly going back and forth about whether ANYONE in a small town in the mid-eighties would be super familar with the concept — as a bisexual myself I am wondering. researching it hasn't come up with much, because while we know bisexuality was definitely developing as its own movement in queer urban spaces, how much of that permeated middle america?

hi, first of all i’m??? so flattered that you’ve read my stuff and stuck around to read more but anyway, getting to the subject of the discussion,

i mean i live in a small town but it’s not the 80s anymore and i was not alive then, so my perspective is still limited. but it’s definitely feasible to me that he’d be aware of the concept of bisexuality, whether or not he had the vocabulary for it.

but correct me if i’m wrong, we have evidence of him having an idea of the concept of bisexuality in the show when he reassures robin that vickie could still be interested, even if she had a boyfriend? and that smile at the end of vol 2 when he sees them interacting. that’s a “go best friend” smile if i’ve ever seen one, he sees her hitting it off. he knows she has a chance, even after they saw her kissing a guy

and if that’s not enough, david bowie was huge at the time and also known for liking both. this would definitely be talked about in a small town like that, even if it’s just to be derogatory(which lets be real it would) which makes it very hard for me to believe he’s never been exposed to the concept even if he’s repressed his own feelings, which is basically what you’re talking about in the third ask. i hope you don’t mind me condensing them all into one post btw jajdhjdnf

also speaking of your third ask, i’ve lived that too!! this discussion is not about me but i wanted to throw it in there. and my experience is obviously different, but. i spent a good chunk of my self discovery journey identifying as a lesbian when i was, in fact, a transmasc dealing with comphet all along. i repressed the fuck out of my attraction to guys even when i didn’t yet realize i was one. that’s a very very real thing. even while doing things that were (for me) a very obvious sign of attraction. also, if you’re a longtime enough reader to have been around before i abandoned the multi chapter steddie fic that i just haven’t deleted yet, that’s pretty much where i was going to go with that just for the record. him realizing he felt the attraction all along and just repressed it because of (he wouldn’t know the vocabulary but) comphet. not some weird “what do you mean, both?” robin handfeeding him the dictionary definition of bisexual thing that happens way to often in fics to even be funny anymore

which brings me to your second ask. who decided that robin “trips and stutters around pretty girls” buckley and eddie “super super senior dnd nerd plays his guitar so much he learns master of puppets in a couple of weeks” munson are the experts on queer history and would be the ones to explain to poor little dumb baby steve that he’s attracted to both like he’s not a big boy with more emotional intelligence and depth than A LOT of main male characters out there, and who can figure shit out his damn self? please. robin is…robin, we love her, but she’s not giving me “goes to gay bars in indianapolis” vibes. who’s taking her to these, anyway? she can’t drive. she’s underage. definitely not giving me “has a fake id” vibes, either. try and convince me robin “or rather my mouth moves faster than my brain” buckley could get past a club bouncer. and eddie, bless his heart(affectionate), whether you’re a virgin eddie truther or not, is not some sex god who knows everything about being gay and swoops in to share this privileged knowledge with steve. those fanfics, while a fun fantasy at first, are something i’m sick and tired of seeing at this point. and yet the damage is seemingly done, the fandom has just come to that consensus at this point.

#anonymous #i’m sorry i got carried away and rambled at you #please don’t be shy to talk to me thoooo #i love talking to y’all and (as evidenced here) i do not shut up