anna1306

[anna1306]

Thanks for the tag, @britany1997

While I am redoing the Masterlist, working on the 2nd Part of The Gone Prince and some big piece on the Lost Boys, I wanted to post something, so...

Comfort Movies

1. The Lost Boys

2. Scream

3. Addams Family

4. Dracula (1992, with Gary Oldman)

5. Wasabi (one of the favourite comedies)

6. It takes two (my childhood movie, gosh)

7. Stuart Little

8. Avengers (2012, the first one)

9. Howl's moving castle

10.Back to the Future trilogy

comfort movie tag

Rules: post 10 of your favorite comfort movies and then tag 10 people.

Tagged by @harlan-briggs

1. Mean girls

2. Miss Congeniality

3. Legally Blonde

4. Home Alone

5. Bridget Jones Diary

6. Girl, Interrupted

7. Stepmom

8.  Addams Family Values

9. While You Were Sleeping

10. Spirited Away

11. She’s the Man

idk i made it eleven, love breaking rules haha

@justconfettiandsomeddew @lilacevans @flordeamatista @mdpplgtz03 @patzammit @pusherloveguurl @tedllasso @musette22

#tag game #comfort movies #love old comedies #and horrors #and superheroes #a lot of things acrually

[anna1306]

I’m here to bless you all with more yandere lost boys ai!

Yandere David: https://beta.character.ai/chat?char=fpCMnZcGH14P2VzIZyeUS5k2ECCVvfvT7Dqkgi-OohQ

Yandere Paul: https://beta.character.ai/chat?char=cFr5TOs667K9AzWLXyS9AlKT7uJN6JmAqn1lLm8Prlg

Yandere Marko: https://beta.character.ai/chat?char=wSrW4MxBdzXVw4hq9Zhf8o7FTXktLTOL5i5RjXxTm0A

Yandere poly: https://beta.character.ai/chat?char=EAUalVSxbeRuoDlo9Eh1KJRfQtgmkcSbHqrz2KXJprA

#the lost boys #david the lost boys #marko the lost boys #paul the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #tlb paul #tlb #paul tlb #daddy? tlb dwayne #tlb david #tlb marko #yes #i need more

[anna1306]

If anyone is interested I made a yandere Dwayne ai

Yandere: https://beta.character.ai/chat?char=rnU1iiZYzgjLqfA6nxvemlCOfjMtMzC6cvNVpSYJFwQ

And I made a Dwayne ai

Dwayne: https://beta.character.ai/chat?char=ygUoW1VEiSzPz9Y7CuWP5NBY4ixZ-J8gmw18HJBazf8

#the lost boys #tlb #dwayne the lost boys #daddy? tlb dwayne #tlb dwayne #i am so thankful #it is #wow #i have a hair appointment #and it would be long #i think I know what i would do

[anna1306]

Initiation's over, Michael. Time to join the club!

Original version

#I do not care I am in the subway #i just had to open it #and look at it closely #to hell with who might see it #it is hot #goddammit

[anna1306]

When the boys want attention

#the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #tlb 1987 #that would be so true

[anna1306]

Thanks for the tag c:

1. Brock Rumlow (MCU)

2. Dwayne (The Lost Boys)

3. Igor Grom (Major Grom: The Plague Doctor)

4. Bucky Barnes (MCU)

5. Yamamoto Takeshi (Katekyo Hitman Reborn)

Once again no tags, if you want to do it, do it

Comfort Character Tag:

Rules: list 5 comfort characters and tag 5 people!

Was tagged by: @slaasherslut thank you!!

1. Alucard (Hellsing Ultimate)

2. Din Djarin (The Mandalarian)

3. Mammon (Obey Me)

3. Eren Jeager (Attack on Titan)

4. Dwayne (The Lost Boys)

5. RZ!Michael Myers (Halloween 2007)

It was very difficult not listing all of them and only selecting just the few. This was really fun to do!

Tagging:

@prettywhenibleed @ghoulgeousimmaculate @britany1997 @luv4fandoms @the-pinstriped-hood

#tag game #comfort character #love those

[anna1306]

Thanks for the tag c:

Nickname: don't really have one (no friends, no nicknames)

Age: 24

Height: 5'7 (I guess, 170 cm)

Sign: Gemini

Last Google search: Valyrian vocabulary

Last song stuck in my head:

Sleep: weekends - however much I can sleep. Work days - probably 4-6 hours of sleep?

Dream Job: I don't know what I want to be, never knew, doubt I will ever know хд

Wearing: grey jeans and black t-shirt with Sons of Anarchy logo

Favourite songs: I am melomaniac, so they change from time to time

Favourite instruments: play piano, love guitar and violin

Aesthetic: I personally don't have aesthetic of clothes or my place, I am a mess, but I kinda love all of them

Favourite Authors: Michael Bulgakov, Stephen King, Terry Pratchett

Favourite colour: dark red, dark green, black

Favourite animal sound: roar of tiger or roars as a whole. And on the contrary something cute and tiny, like a sneeze

Last song:

Last series: Game of Thrones (I will finish it even if it's hard for me to get involved)

Random: I have a lot of notebooks and sketchbooks that I write nothing in because I don't think there is something worth to write in it with my handwriting c:

Get To Know Me

Tagged by: @bluecoolr thank you so much!!

Nickname: Don't really have one but you can call me Sixx! ♥️😭 I was called that and now it's mine.

Age: 21 (22 soon)

Height: 5'7

Sign: ARIES RAHHHH! 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Last Google Search: A question for my quiz

Last Song Stuck In My Head: the "I woke up in a new Bugatti" meme

Sleep: my sleep has been fucked, catch me in bed by 4:30AM 😭

Dream Job: working as a therapist

Wearing: black and green ghostface shirt and green and black sweats with graphic design

Favorite Songs: "Sonne" by Rammstein, Living Dead Girl by Rob Zombie, etc.

Favorite instrument: Guitar, piano, violin

Aesthetic: Goth

Favorite Authors: my writer moots ♥️

Favorite Color: Red!

Favorite Animal Sounds: Mourning doves, cat meows, dogs when they huff 🤣

Last Song: Bloody by Five Finger Death Punch

Last Series: The Mandalarian

Random: I have no sense of direction

Tagging: no pressure!!

@prettywhenibleed @britany1997 @brattyloserprincess16 @ghoulgeousimmaculate @misslavenderlady @luv4fandoms @henhouse-horrors @nerdy-spooks @johnwicks-pussy @kurt-nightcrawler

#tag game #yes #again #i try to write fics i swear #there will be one soon #maybe #i hope

[anna1306]

Well, let's try this one now c:

These are the ones I was listening to the most in March

1. Eat Your Young by Hozier

2. Тяни by Король и Шут

3. Arlekino (Geoffrey Day Remix) by Geoffplaysguitar

4. Иезавель by Теппо

5. My Sisters Crown by Vesna

6. Premier Amour by Nour

7. Bitter words by 2Маши

8. Bloodmoney by Saveus

9. Evil by Daughtry

10. Something Called Karma by Krissie Karlsson, Karl Karlsson

Here’s a fun little chain I thought of:

Towards the end of whatever month you find this post, list your top 10 songs FOR THAT MONTH. Not of all time, just the songs you liked the most that month. I’ll start:

Walk Like A Man [Frankie Valli & the Four Seasons]

People Are Strange [The Doors]

Icarus [Bastille]

agoraphobic [CORPSE]

Yankee Rose [David Lee Roth]

Kokomo [The Beach Boys]

I Love It Loud [KISS]

Rock This Town [Stray Cats]

It’s Not A Game/It’s Just A Ride [Ride The Cyclone]

Some People Call Me the Space Cowboy [Red Tracy]

NO PRESSURE TAGS: @luv4fandoms @auntvamp @britany1997 @pixielostboy @solobagginses and anyone else who wants to do it:]

#tag game #music #songs of march

[anna1306]

questions for fic writers

a collection of questions i, as a writer, would love to be asked !!!

1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

4. What detail in [insert fic] are you really proud of?

5. What do you wish someone would ask you about [insert fic]? Answer it now!

6. What’s one fact about the universe of [insert fic] that you didn’t get a chance to mention in the fic itself?

7. Any worldbuilding you’re particularly proud of?

8. What song would make a great fic (to either write or read)?

9. How do you find new fic to read?

10. How do you decide what to write?

11. Are you partial to a certain character/pairing or are you more equal-opportunity? If you are partial to any character/pairing, why do you think that is?

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

13. Are there any tropes you used to like but don’t anymore?

14. Are there any tropes you would only read if written by a trusted friend or writer?

15. What’s your favorite AU that you’ve written?

16. What’s an AU you would love to read (or have read and loved)?

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

18. If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it involve?

19. If you wrote a spin-off of [insert fic], what would it involve?

20. If you wrote a prequel to [insert fic], what would it involve?

21. If you wrote a “missing scene” in [insert fic], what would it be?

22. Who is your favorite character in [insert fic] and why?

23. What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to?

24. Are there any easter eggs in [insert fic], and if so, what are they?

25. What other websites or resources do you use most often when you write?

26. Would you rather write a fic that had no dialogue or one that was only dialogue?

27. How long did it take to write [insert fic]? Describe the process.

28. Does anyone read your fics before you post them? If so, who?

29. What songs would be (or are) on a playlist for [insert fic]? Explain your choices if you want!

30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter?

31. What’s your ideal fic length to write?

32. What’s your ideal fic length to read?

33. If you write chaptered fics, what’s your ideal chapter length to write? Is it different from your ideal chapter length to read?

34. What aspects of your writing are inspired by/taken from your real life?

35. What aspects of your writing are completely unlike your real life?

36. Do you visualize what you read/write?

37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?

38. Did any of your fics get surprisingly popular (whatever that means to you)? Which ones? Why do you think they were so successful?

39. Is any aspect of your writing process inspired by other writers or people? If so, who?

40. Do you tend to reread fics or are you a one-and-done kind of person?

41. Link a fic that made you think, “Wow, I want to write like that.”

42. Have you ever received a comment that particularly stood out to you for whatever reason?

43. If you take/write prompts: what’s your favorite prompt fic that you’ve written?

44. If you take/write prompts: do you prefer dialogue or scenario/narrative prompts?

45. What’s something you’ve improved on since you started writing fic?

46. Do you prefer writing on your phone or on a computer (or something else)? Do you think where you write affects the way you write?

47. If [insert fic] was a pair of shoes, what kind would it be? Describe the shoes.

48. What’s the last fic you read? Do you recommend it?

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

50. Answer any question of your choice, or talk about anything you want to talk about!

#i mean why not #ask me

[anna1306]

will there be a pt 2 of "the gone prince"??

There will be, I just need some time to think of a few details

#my writing #hotd #house of the dragon #male reader #daemon targaryen

[anna1306]

The daemon imagine was so heartbreaking 😭

Do you plan on doing a part 2?

Its ok if you dont, im just curious ❤

I do plan on part 2 now

Wasn't that sure of it earlier, but now I am

I just need to think of details before writing it c:

Glad you liked it

#my writing #hotd #house of the dragon #male reader #daemon targaryen

[anna1306]

The Gone Prince

Daemon Targaryen x brother!Targaryen Reader

Warnings: homophobia, internalised homophobia, little (compared to all the Westeros) violence, family abuse, swearing

Here it is, my first fic on HOTD. I really hope you will like it. It ended up longer than I expected it, and I am full of doubts. But I am ready to hear critique and any comment you have. Or if you suddenly have a request c:

Summary: Daemon and Y/N Targaryens were very close since their childhood. Little did anyone know how exactly brothers were close before the elder one went away.

97 AC

That was one of the happiest, but usual late nights in the Red Keep. Daemon tiredly laughed, falling back on his bed. You could only smile, seeing him like this, falling on the bed beside him, breathing heavily.

"You are awfully happy, brother." You noticed with a smirk. Younger Targaryen giggled, turning on his side, your previous activities didn't hamper his movements even for a moment. The only indication of your previous activities was his own heavy breath and sticky thighs.

"Shouldn't I be happy about my elder brother being alright?" He asked with an innocent face. You knew better than to believe that act. He was never innocent, not even in your first night.

He stood before you, determined and stubborn look in his eyes. He always got like this whenever he was set on achieving some goal of his. You looked at him atop the book you read.

"You don't know what you're talking about." Finally you said, noticing a hint of fear in his eyes. But the second you returned your attention to the book, he crossed all the distance between you, ripping it from your hands and throwing it away. Daemon sat on your lap, lacking all of the shame he should have had. For the man, who came in his night shirt and breeches to the other man's quarters at night. For the man, who closed the door after sending away the only guard who could be the witness. For the man, who said that he wanted to lay as one with his elder brother.

"You know what I'm talking about, Y/N. I saw your stares at me. And you saw mine. I have experience. I always know what I want, I am not a child. And I know that I want you. As you want me" He breathed in your lips. It was the first time you gave in to the passion burning inside the youngest Targaryen. And oh how many more times like that there would be.

"Why shouldn't I be alright? I am not that much older so that the night of love may kill me." You poked his side. Daemon dropped his act, catching your hand and intertwining your fingers.

"I would certainly hope not, it would be such a shame." He scoffed, moving closer to you, his face turning sour for a moment. "But when I saw you on the hunt earlier, covered with blood... For a second there I just..."

"Oh, Daemon..." You cooed at your brother, noticing his darkened expression. After all these years you could easily tell the difference between his act and real feelings. He was really disturbed. You embraced him with one hand, bringing him closer to you. His naked body, that didn't cool down yet after sex, pressed readily into yours, as you gently kissed his forehead, holding him in your hands softly. "I am alright. And you had great deer for that dinner, hadn't you?"

"It was good." Daemon nodded, not looking at you. "But next time I am going to come with you." He suddenly added. You smiled at his enthusiasm.

"Have a pity for Viserys. He has enough troubles trying to find me in the woods, he would go mad if I take you with me and we would both disappear." You couldn't help, but pull the young man closer, kissing him shortly. You just couldn't get enough of him. Not that your brother minded.

"Viserys is busy with father. Being heir's heir, you know." He scoffed, making you look at him more attentively. Daemon had little care for the succession in your family. He wasn't going to be a king ever, that was what every maester told him. Those were the whispers of the court. That was a common knowledge. Even if something were to happen with Viserys, there were you, the second son of prince Baelon. Daemon, being the youngest one, was the least to success anything. And still, every time he spoke about your elder brother or father and their royal business, that took all of their attention, you couldn't help but hear... Pity in Daemon's voice? Or was it just your imagination?

"Well... That's the downs of being the elder son." You shrugged, rubbing your thumb over his palm, hoping it would soothe the possible worries of his. "He still loves you, you know. Both of them love you." You knew how important to him was your father's and brother's approval, no matter how busy they were. And you reassured him times and times again that he wasn't an empty place.

"I know." He whispered back. Daemon looked at you again, with determination in his eyes. "But I don't care."

"Is that so?" You scoffed, letting go of his hand and looking at your younger brother, as he sat on the mess that became of his bed.

"I don't care about them. What matters is that you love me." Daemon whispered stubbornly, pointing out every word, like he tried to prove to you his feelings about it.

"My love is enough for you? Never took you for someone who is satisfied with so little." You looked at him softly, seeing how fires started dancing in his darkening eyes.

He was a troublemaker. Since he learned how to walk and talk, he began to tease everyone and causing troubles all around the Red Keep. He showed his tongue to anyone, who scolded him, even to his father (when he didn't see it, of course). But when it was you, who scolded him, he never did anything like this again. He always looked up to you and even if you were closer to Viserys in your age, younger than him only by a year, Daemon always favoured you more than anyone else. You were literally inseparable from each other. You remembered your grandmother sharing with you once about how if Daemon was born a princess, she wouldn't think twice on how to manage the marriages in the family. Oh, if only she knew how right she was in her thoughts...

"Your love isn't a small deal. And your cock definitely isn't." Daemon added with a smirk of his. You laughed at his humour, throwing your head back. At this your brother smacked your shoulder. "I am serious. I don't care for anyone or anything else. As long as you are with me."

You sighed, looking at Daemon, who watched you like a hawk. Every movement, each expression of your face, he never looked away. You sat on his bed, ruffling his white hair, which only started to grow back after one of his impulsive haircuts.

"I will never leave you, I promise, ñuha zaldrīzes (my dragon)." You whispered, kissing him shortly. "Whoever stands beside me, my heart is only yours."

"I will kill anyone who dares to even stand near you." Daemon feverishly whispered, taking your face in his hands. He looked almost crazy, obsessed. You guessed it was blood of dragons speaking inside of him, as you sometimes felt the same towards him. "You are mine. Only mine. Not theirs."

"You do understand, that one day I will have to take a wife." You carefully took his chin in your fingers, looking in your brother's face. He scowled at the mere thought of sharing his brother with someone else. You both weren't idiots. You understood that whatever you had, it couldn't last forever, but you intended to always be his safe space. Whether you would marry someone or he would take someone as his wife, as you both were expected to, you wanted to be the one who he would come to when he had the urge.

"Then I will become your knight. I am the youngest, nothing is expected of me, and I will serve you till my last breath." Your heart clenched at his words. Daemon was smart prince, free-spirit, witty, with strategic mind. He had a great physical form, was a good swordsman and could become a great lord one day. But he was willing to let go of all of that - power, possibility of creating a family, having children - just to be with you, no matter the status.

"We'll see when it comes to this." You answered, not entirely sure that your grandsire would allow this. They would rather have Daemon married to someone for alliance. You didn't want to think that someone will touch him, like you touched and kissed him. He was yours, his mind, body and soul were yours since he was brought into this world.

You closed your eyes, suppressing every thought of this. Getting out of his arms, you stood up from the bed. You were supposed to be the reasonable one. So you had to make a right thing, as you reached for your breeches on the floor.

"You don't believe that I will serve you." Daemon sounded almost offended. You smiled at him, putting your breeches on, not answering anything. As you moved to the mirror in his room to at least try and untangle the mess your brother created out of your hair, you heard shuffling and quiet Valyrian curses behind you. In couple of seconds his pale hands embraced your form from behind.

"Dae..."

"You are my King." He suddenly said, and you looked at him through the mirror. He looked serious, gazing at your face dreamingly. "I don't care who sits the throne. Who will inherit it after. But if I could choose, I would make you the King. And I would bend the knee and serve you. I would make everyone obey you." Daemon pulled away to walk around you and stand in front of you. "I can and I will serve you till my last breath." His eyes sparkled with tease again, as he lowered himself on the floor. You breathed out shakily at his words, your heart shivering at the mere thought of his loyalty to you, let alone his sheer determination.

"I... I need to go, someone will notice me going out from your room in the morning."

"Can't you lie about... I don't know. Brotherly love and horrible nightmares?" Daemon offered innocently, undoing ties that you already managed to tie and freeing your half-hard cock. And how could you ever resist his eyes and that tone of his?

***

You left his chambers at the dawn, while Daemon was still sleeping. This little asshole distracted you enough for you to fall asleep in his bed. You carefully looked around the hall, trying not to be seen. Quickly you followed the way to your own quarters. Just when you were about to turn to your room, the guard in the hall stopped you.

"Prince Baelon wishes to see you."

"I will visit my father before breakfast." You didn't think much of it at first.

"The heir orders for you to come to him at once." This made you furrow your brows. What could be so important at the dawn of the day? You changed your way immediately without questions, following the guard to your father's chambers.

"Father. What has happened this early?" You asked him, looking at him confusedly. He was facing the balcony, not looking at you. There was noone else in this room, but you two. Worry slowly crawled its way into your heart. "Father..."

"The day Alyssa died, I swore to myself that no matter how hard it would be, I would protect you and your brothers." He interrupted you. You couldn't pinpoint his tone, so you opted to just listening to him. "And I thought I was doing a good job. Viserys and you were calm, you listened, Viserys learned. I thought Daemon would be my biggest problem with his free mind and spirit, but even he knew his limits." You didn't interrupt, having no idea where this was going. "And here you are, breaking every gods' rule. You - the least demanding child, the one who I had least troubles with - are becoming my biggest disappointment." He turned around, and you trembled. The tone was understandable now, as you looked at his face. Baelon was angry.

"I don't know what I did, father. Please, tell me so I can fix my mistake." You asked, genuinely not understanding what got him so upset and mad at you.

"Where were you? All this night I was waiting for you." He asked you instead, his stern eyes boring into your soul.

"I was at Daemon's chambers in the evening, we had dinner. And then I went to have a walk..."

"A walk... To Daemon's bed in your underwear?!" You got pale at the sudden realisation of what was going on and why your father was so mad. You tried to think of the way to calm him down.

"I... I don't know what someone told you they have seen, but I assure you..."

"I saw it myself! Saw Daemon before you on his knees. Saw him and you in his bed, doing..." He cut himself off, turning away from you, angrier than you ever saw him ever. This was harder than you thought.

"I can explain..."

"Shut your mouth before I cut out your tongue!" He pointed his finger at you, his usually calm eyes burning with rage. You gulped, not averting your eyes from him even for a second. "How dare you taint him with this?"

"I didn't taint... Daemon isn't that innocent as you think."

"I know about his visits to the Silk street and the whores. But you are his brother! A man! What do you think will happen if anyone knows, if anyone starts the rumours of your brother laying with you as only a woman should lay with a man?! Our family would be disgraced! He would be disgraced!" You lowered your head. It didn't matter what you say, he wouldn't listen now. He was too gone in his anger. "You corrupted him with this. You made him crazy. I heard the traitorous things he said to you. King... You put this in his mind, seducing him, haven't you? Or do you intend to tell me that those were his thoughts and he is at fault here too?" You whipped your head to look at him. You couldn't imagine how father's rage would be directed at Daemon, how proud prince would react and what would happen between them. But you wouldn't dare to bring this upon him, upon your heart, upon you love, upon your whole world. No... You had to take all of his anger upon yourself.

"Give him to me." You dared to provoke him to take his mind off of Daemon. "Let me take him away from the court, away from the capital. Marry me off to some lady of the Vale or somewhere far away. I will take him with me as a knight, noone will ever know a thing, noone would think anything in court or anywhere else." You quietly said, looking at frozen Baelon. He looked at you again and you stepped back, suddenly scared of the calmness on his face that came right after his rage. It was too sudden of a change.

"Out."

"Father, I..." In a second he crossed the distance between you two, hitting you in the jaw with all his strength, sending you flying on the floor.

"Out! Out of my chambers! Out of the Keep! Out of the capital! I don't fucking care about where you will live and how! No brother should do this to his own brother. You are no son of mine anymore!" You looked at him in silent terror, holding the side of your face he had hit. He was exiling you. Just for the... For your love. For one thing he saw and heard. You couldn't fight your own father. Especially not when he was like that. Maybe later you could try and persuade him to talk it out. But for now you had to obey.

"As you wish... I will say goodbye and..."

"No! You will leave the capital at once! You are not to approach any of your brothers ever again! You are dead to this family. You taint and corrupt everything you touch. My blood couldn't produce something like you. Fucking sinner. Horrible leech." You shook your head in disbelief, your eyes widening at the sudden realisation that he wasn't going to explain anything to your family. To Daemon.

"No, let me say goodbye, let me explain to them, I beg you..."

"Guards!" Baelon roared, stepping away from you, his disappointment written all over his face. "Throw him out of the Keep!" He ordered them. Guards hesitated only for a second, but still obeyed the heir. You tried to fight back and screamed for your father to listen to you, but to no avail. You were escorted from the Keep in mere minutes.

You knew you couldn't reach out to anyone now. You had no choice, but to step back. You headed to the Dragonpit, to your dragon, your proudness. You weren't sure if father gave any orders about you, but the only dragonkeeper you met, turned away, making it look like he never saw you. Your dragon met you halfway, feeling your distraught, the three of them bending down their heads, almost surrounding you with them, wishing to bring you comfort. You flew from the King's Landing at the same hour.

You found a shelter in Braavos. It took some time for you to negotiate with the Sealord the conditions of your dragon being near the city and you taking shelter in one of the houses. But when you managed to do that, when you managed to settle down, first thing you did - you sat and wrote several letters, to Daemon, to Viserys, even to your grandmother, Alysanne, she had to help you. You waited days, weeks for the answer, for anything. You had hope.

It was at night, almost moon later, when you got a box from the King's Landing. In it were all your ravens with broken necks, each and every one of them that you sent to your family. And a short letter from the Queen with only one word.

Sorry

You were alone now. You understood it at that moment that nothing will change the fact that your family abandoned you. You screamed into the darkness of the night, as your dragon screamed three times harder with you.

***

120 AC

Sounds of clashing swords could be heard long beyond the territory outside the city. You called it your training grounds. Your friend called it the Place of Prince's humiliation.

"Be careful, Y/N." Raphael laughed, when you landed on your ass once again. You cursed at him, standing up quickly and breathing hard.

"Don't be so cocky. It's hard to learn new style of fighting so late!" You took your sword once again, feeling a bit frustrated. You didn't know why you agreed to do this at this point. Your opponent and your friend of the last five years tried to teach you braavosi fighting style. And you just couldn't help, but be awkward, mixing steps and falling again and again.

"It amuses me, Free Prince, that after all this time here you never tried to learn the way of water." Tha man smiled widely, giving you some space, looking around you both and suddenly stopping. "Looks like it's time for some break." Raphael smirked, nodding at the woman that was slowly and hesitantly approaching you both. You glanced at her with a little smile, breathing out.

"Don't be afraid Agueda, they are not here." You noticed the way she glanced at the sky. Your dragon became normal thing for Braavos after all those years, but rare people tried to come closer to them. And even if Agueda owned the house you lived in for the last nine years, she never really got used to the 'three-headed menace', as she called them.

"I'm not afraid of your pet, just nervous." She defended herself stubbornly. The woman had never admitted her weaknesses, you admired that trait of hers. She stopped to catch her breath for a minute, stretching her hand to you with some scroll in it. "There was a messenger."

"For me?" You looked at her in surprise, sheathing your sword. "From whom?"

"From someone in King's Landing." You lost your joy in an instant. It was almost a letter from another life. You were different and times were different. For all those years alone here everything you could find out were just little bits of information from sailors and merchants. Queen's death, your father's death, The Old King... Coronation of Viserys, birth of the only child of his, death of Aemma and so on. Noone of them tried to reach you, to bring you back. Noone wrote to you. All you had - pieces of information about your family, told to you by several people.

You never tried to reach out to them yourself. You wouldn't dare. Not after your father burned all the bridges. Your grandmother's note wasn't the only one you got. All those years ago your father wrote to you. Prince Baelon was tired of your 'pathetic notes' you still tried to send. He called you names, told you in his letter how disgusted he was with you. And if you would dare to taint their (their, not your) family again, he would find you and burn you alive after punishing the ones who helped you reach out to them. So you didn't even dream about hearing from them again. Especially hearing from Him.

Daemon. The Rogue Prince. The victor of the war on the Stepstones. The husband of Lady Velaryon. He lived in Pentos for some time and oh how strong you wanted to go there. To visit him. Just to see him. To look how much he had changed since that night you hold him in your arms last time. You almost joined the caravan to Pentos. But at the last moment you forced yourself to stay in your place. He had his own life now. He probably hated you for leaving him behind. It was better for him to hate you.

You took the scroll with shaking hands and stepped to the side, opening it. Slowly your eyes went through the text, reading it. It was Viserys, you still remembered his handwriting after all these years, though it became more... Regal. His words were accurate, phrases - cautious, but something in the letter sounded almost desperate.

"What, Free Prince is not so free anymore?" Raphael called after some time of no reaction from you, teasing. But when you didn't answer and just stared in the distance with no sign of joy, he furrowed his brows. "Is something wrong?"

"My brother asks me to come back." You said quietly, turning around and looking at your friends. Agueda sighed and shrugged.

"When are you leaving? And don't tell me anything else, I know you want to. You blew my head with words of how much you miss your home and family." This woman was too perceptive. You were scared of her being witch sometimes.

"I don't know if I should." You answered honestly, looking down at the scroll, still contemplating your decision.

"I think you definitely should." Your friend stepped to you with a smirk on his tanned face. "Not every day there is a chance like this. And not every story is as difficult and interesting as yours. Go, our Free Prince. You know that any time you can just hop on this three-headed monster of yours and come back here. I'm sure Agueda won't sell your room to anyone else." Raphael noted, earning a nod from a woman, agreeing with his words. He prepared to leave the ground you used for training. But before the man went away, he touched your shoulder, looking at your face seriously. "And if anything needed... Only one word sent from you and couple of Braavosi dancers and a shadow without a face may just visit the capital." Raphael winked at you, as you nodded, understanding his hint. He meant good, you knew it, but... You had to think about all of it on your own.

***

It felt weird, stepping in King's Landing after all those years. So familiar, yet strange and unknown at the same time. You walked through the streets with your hood on, as to not attract attention to yourself. You passed the artists, merchants, people, the smallfolk whom once you knew and loved. Now they all seemed foreign to you after all those years spent in the different part of the world. You didn't stop to dwell on anything. There was only Keep in your mind, right in front of your eyes.

Did your brother know about what had happened all this time ago? Did he not? What did Baelon say to them? Was this a mistake to come here? Your heart yearned for a chance to explain yourself, to reach out to your family, but most of all, to the person who still owned your heart, mind and desires. But was it worth it? Was it needed? After all, Daemon got better, he found himself a family, he was a father now. And you... You were just a disgrace, you were sinner, a freak, a leech, tainting the reputation of the family. Your own family now didn't know you.

You found yourself staring at the secret entrance of the Keep for some time now. You didn't know how long you stood there in one place, rethinking your decisions about everything over and over again, but your legs started hurting. With a sigh you moved to the entrance. There was no going back. You could go back to the ships and just return to Braavos, but... You wanted to at least try.

Your steps were careful and quiet, the memories of your own screams echoing through your mind. You were afraid to meet guard at another turn, who would escort you out once again. But every corner you turned was empty, and you breathed in the air of your home with a little smile. After the loud town, the silence of the long halls was almost deafening.

You figured out that Viserys was now residing in king's bedroom, so you went exactly there, remembering the path as you went. Wondering through long corridors, looking at every change there was. Once you reached the hall you needed, you were surprised that noone was guarding king's door. There were only two knights at the end of the corridor, not even looking at the passage you came through. Was they too sure of their safety? How foolish of them. You carefully opened the door, not wanting to attract attention.

You were met with the sight of familiar bedroom, where some man was hunched over a model on the table. "Valyria," - you understood, once you squinted your eyes enough. You turned your attention to the figure of the person you thought was your elder brother. It had to be him.

"It is dangerous not to guard the entrance to your own bedroom, my king." You said carefully and quietly. The figure shivered and froze for a moment. The man quickly stood up and turned to face you, swaying a bit to the side, but holding a hand on a dagger attached to his belt. You smiled, seeing that it was indeed your brother, his features older, but still recognisable to you. So you took off the hood, looking at him almost sheepishly. Viserys stepped back, his eyes widening at the sight of you, hand dropped from the hilt of a dagger.

"Y/N... It's you. You are... Alive. And you are back."

"You asked for me, your Grace." You bowed your head to your brother. Hearing unsteady, but quick steps, you raised your head, just to be met with tight embrace. You wrapped your hands around your brother immediately, your heart and mind were overflown with emotions. You stood still together like this for a moment.

"Y/N... Brother... Let me look at you." He pulled away, still holding your shoulders and looking you over. "You look strong!" He smiled. You shrugged.

"You look old." You offered an awkward joke. Viserys laughed at this, not offended in the slightest.

"I am older, after all." He motioned to the table. You both went to it, him insisting that you sit near him. "I am surprised that you are here. I wasn't even sure you were alive after all those years. But when the rumours of the three-headed dragon residing near Braavos came, I had to take that chance and find you. Have you been there an entire time?"

"Yes. I got lucky that the Sealord let me stay with them in the city. I was sure he's gonna sent me away with the beast of the slaveowners." You scoffed.

"Did you finally name them? I remember you couldn't come up with their names since we were children. And by the way, I didn't hear their roars." The king looked at the sky through the window. You smiled a little.

"Valyris, Rageryx and... Daemoxes." You counted them, only stumbling over one of the names. "I left them in Braavos. Maybe they would follow me here." You told him, meeting his careful gaze. Your brother smiled, his eyes warm.

"I am sure our dragonkeepers still remember how to take care of them." He said. For a minute the room was silent, as you both studied each other with your eyes, and it was you who decided to ask the question that tormented you for days.

"Don't think of me as of ungrateful one, brother, I am happy to be home, to see you alive and well. But why did you ask for me to come here now? After all those years of no letters, no words, no news." Viserys sighed and looked at the model on his table thoughtfully.

"You know how often I dreamt about visiting Old Valyria. To visit the place where we came from. And not just ruins. But the great glorious Valyria. Before it was swallowed by the flames that had created it before. For only dragons can kill dragons." He said gloomily and looked at you seriously. "Our family needs to stay together. To stay strong. Now more than ever. I cannot have you be somewhere far away. It is not fair. A dragon should never be alone. Especially in the hour like this."

"Did you... See something?" You furrowed your brows, trying to understand his words. Unlike others, you believed your brother, when he told you about his dreams. And if he saw something dangerous approaching now, you definitely would like to know it.

"Nothing in particular. But I am no fool. I may be soft. But I am no fool. My family... Our family. I created a rift that is now too big for me to close." Viserys looked sad and guilty of something that you knew nothing of. "I am scared, brother. That this can be the end of us. All of us." You sighed, looking at your brother. It was like you were once again, just some young boy, listening to your elder brother's doubts about duty and responsibility that were put on his shoulders. "I need you here with me."

"How can a prince that wasn't in the court for years mend the family that never knew him?" You asked him, not believing that you could help. Viserys scoffed.

"You were our tie. You mediated the worst arguements between us. Remember the day that father and I argued so much that he unsheathed his sword? You were the one that made us both apologize to each other and see our wrongs." You shook your head, looking away. He was remembering past, the events so long ago they didn't matter now. "And Queen Alysanne's quarrel with Lady Lannister? You managed to convince the proud lioness into talking with our grandmother in civilised manner. But more than your ability to talk with people, I need you. I need my brother near me. Someone who I can fully trust."

"You have Daemon." You reminded him. Viserys suddenly scowled angrily, standing up. Shakily, he went to the window, looking at the courtyard. You didn't interrupt his thoughts.

"He... He changed. After you were gone, he became bitter and different. More rude, rough, he beated every knight he sparred with to the pulp, nearly killing them. And his betrothal? Seven hells, we had to drag him to the septa, he was cursing, screaming and kicking. He isn't the brother you remember. Daemon is violent, obnoxious, unstoppable, insufferable. He made looking after him harder for me with every word he said. And every action of his always has the second meaning." Your heart clenched at the thought. Of course you heard rumours. He didn't become the Rogue Prince overnight after all. And you knew what Viserys didn't. You knew what exactly made him bitter like this. Your exile, your departure lead him to this. Now he was the one getting exiled, and the thought was enough for a wave of guilt to wash over you. "I am too guilty in this. Always trying to limit his words, his influence. Always trusting others rather than my own brother. And when I asked him to come and help me, to fix our relationship, he refused. Daemon hates us both, I think." He turned to you, looking at you bitterly and sadly at the same time. "Why did father let you go?" That took you by surprise.

"Let me... Go?" You looked at him confusedly.

"Father told us that you commited heavy crime and when he wanted to punish you, you chose to go away. He let you take your dragon and you left." You laughed nervously, not believing in what you had just heard. "Is this not true?"

"No, I just... I realised how messed up this sounds." You could have hated your father even more this second. But what good would it do to hate on a dead person. And... Maybe this lie would better stay the truth in their minds. It was for the better. If they would find out that all that time they could bring your home, end your exile that was brought upon you by your father... Viserys already looked guilty of his decisions of which you knew nothing about. No. You couldn't bring more guilt upon his head. "I can't explain you the reason. It wasn't treason, I can say that much."

"Even grandsire agreed with your departure, making it almost look like an exile. What did you do so wrong? Is there any bastard? Murder? What is it?" He pressed the matter, but you looked at him seriously and calmly.

"I won't say, Viserys, don't ask. I know the reason. But there are no white-haired children in Braavos. No skeleton of a victim. There were no consequences to my crime. Only my... You can say exile."

"Your exile brought a lot of consequences on its own..." He snapped back and suddenly clutched his side with a grunt. The man shook his head, when you tried to help him. He walked to the table with what you presumed were medicine from the maesters. "And I want you now to fix them. To serve the realms as you should have. I need you here now, not in Braavos with some merchants."

You sighed, looking at the model on the table again. Were Viserys thoughts and doubts truthful? Were there any possibilities of your house falling prey to its own kin? If so, there should have been no other thoughts, but... If your brother was mistaken and the situation wasn't as gravely as it sounded, you would just get stuck in the court full of the people your own brother-king didn't trust. At the same time you had nothing to lose. You had nothing in Braavos except for a few friends, and they could protect themselves and even prolong their protection to you, whether there should be any need for this. Nothing held you in place.

Though one thing you knew for sure. You wanted to help your family. To be part of it and not just gather some news and rumours like they were strangers to you. You stood up, looking determined at your brother, who finished his medicine and glanced up at your now standing figure.

"I will do what I can for the sake of our family, my king."

***

Daemon loved being in court just for the sake of irritating that cunt of a Hand and his daughter. Just to make sure that they worry about his actions or words. He was thriving off of making their lives miserable and not easier in any case. They hurt his family, he would hurt them. But on the other side...

Daemon hated being in court because of all these snakes and vultures, hiding behind polite words and small smiles, waiting for the right moment to strike. Trust noone and nothing. Not even the ones you think of as your friends. Always prepare for the worst. He learned it the hard way.

So he couldn't say he wanted to come. Not when Rhaenyra was pregnant with their first child, not when the wounds of what had happened on Driftmark were still fresh. But when Viserys asked them all to come, saying that it was extremely important for him, they obeyed, mostly Rhaenyra. She didn't want to hurt her father more, she wanted to see him, wishing for him to forgive them for rushed escape. For their secret wedding. She didn't want to leave him alone with these people. Neither wanted Daemon, even if he didn't say it outloud. So now they all sat at the big table in the throne room, the feast in full swing.

"What is the occasion?" Jacaerys asked them quietly, children not understanding what was going on either. He casted glances at the other side of the table, where queen's children sat, glancing hatefully at them . Rhaenyra caressed his hand with a little smile. She was tired by her pregnancy and long journey, but still happy and glowing.

"Our King asked us to be present. Don't fret too much." She leaned back on her chair and glanced at her husband. "Daemon, maybe you know? Are there any rumours?" She quietly asked. Prince shrugged.

"No idea." He answered shortly, looking at the whole court attending the feast that was thrown for whatever reason there was. The fact that the Queen left empty seat beside herself spoke louder than rumours. An important guest? Possible. But throwing a feast for someone coming in the capital?

The food was rich, wine was flowing, festive music was playing, overlaying the voices of court, talking with each other. It looked like another wedding. Daemon scoffed to his thoughts. If there was another wedding and there wouldn't be any murder by the end of it, he would be thoroughly disappointed. Finally, the King stood up, the music quieted down and the court got silent. Daemon prepared to listen to what he had to say, genuinely curious to what was going on.

"My lords! My ladies! Our feast is of no usual cause. For today is the big day for my family and for the crown." He started. "Many years ago, my family made a decision that had dire consequences for all of us. And I decided to fix mistake that was made long ago. To mend the rift that caused a lot of pain in our family. Today is the day I am happy man again. As this is the day my brother returns." Daemon's smirk went out as fast as if the wind blew it away. It couldn't be... Noticing the movement out of the corner of his eye, he immediately glanced at the man entering the throne room and his whole body tensed up.

It was you. Y/N. His lēkia (elder brother). The three-headed dragon. The Gone Prince. The man, who plagued his dreams many years ago. The man, who visited his nightmares from time to time. The one he had loved so much, he hated with all his being now.

"You can't possibly ask me this question... Don't wiggle!" You turned his head again. Daemon groaned, he didn't like anyone touching his hair, but your fingers always brought him comfort.

"What? I just asked when you understood that you love me. Was it after our third night?" He fiddled with his fingers, while you gently braid his hair, intertwining the strands in the pattern only you knew.

"Interesting question..." You mused from behind him. For a moment there was silence, but when Targaryen wanted to ask you again, you continued. "I guess the first time I was able to hold you. You were small, nearly a year. Me and Viserys sneaked into the nursery, we wanted to look at you without the entourage of maesters and mother's maids, you know?" Daemon scoffed, knowing full well just how pestering they could be.

"You fell in love with an infant?"

"I fell in love with you, Daemon. Viserys was afraid he would drop you, so I took you in my arms myself. You fit in my hands just right. And when you opened your eyes and looked at me... Oh..." You put your hands on his shoulders and kissed his head. "I knew I would die for you." Daemon pressed his lips together and turned to you carefully, to not disturb your work on his hair.

"I want to know you my whole life. You were at the start of it. Don't... Don't die before me. I want your love for my whole life." He asked in a whisper. You were slowly becoming his beacon. You sometimes joked he became obsessed and got you obsessed with him in the process. What started as a fling with the one you knew, grew into once a month thing. Once a week. And now the youngest prince wasn't sure there could be a day he could go without seeing you.

"Ñuha prūmia (my heart)." You whispered, as you bent to him, placing your hands on his cheeks. "Kivin (I promise), I will always love you. And I will never leave you alone. I swear."

You left him at the dawn of the day, shortly after his ten and sixth nameday. You left him alone, without letter or any explanation. Without any word his whole world betrayed him

And now you were back. Alive, well, almost happy to stand there without any guilt or doubt. Daemon tuned out Viserys' voice, his centre of attention at the man before him. He didn't feel his fingers gripping the hilt of his dagger, emotions overflowing him. Slice your throat, cut your head away, away with your posture, smile, eyes, off with you in his life again...

"Daemon?" He shivered, whipping his head to look at worried and confused Rhaenyra. She held her hand on his wrist in which he gripped his dagger. "Are you alright, my love?" The court burst with ovations, as the man in front of the table bowed to the King and went to sit at the table. At the fucking spot next to the Queen. Daemon took the goblet with the wine, drinking it down with one big gulp.

"More than ever..."

***

It was unusual for you. Something long forgotten from the other life. There were no such rich celebrations in your honour in Braavos. Good dinner with couple of your friends or people whom you helped, maybe. But not this. Feasts with the whole court attending, big family at the table... It made you nostalgic.

Alicent was friendly enough. She talked with you, introduced her children to you. She tried to seem nice and pleasant. But you never forgot the lessons of the Good Queen. You always seeked out more in people than they showed. You noticed in her eyes something bigger than usual politeness. Something more. She chose her words carefully, she used only hushed and warm tones of her voice. There were different reasons for her friendliness, you just knew it.

While the Queen was talking about something, you were looking around the court. Different houses, both familiar and unknown faces. Your gaze went to the royal table. Your niece, Rhaenyra, her sons and...

You shivered, meeting Daemon's hard stare calmly. You remembered when everything was different. His eyes, once burning with passion for you, lightening up every time he saw you. His open face, his wish and happiness to talk with you. His longing to go with you to the end of the world and beyond it. Now his face was unreadable to you. His eyes were cold and almost menacing. Daemon hated you. He should be, your father made sure of that, lying to them about you leaving on your own accord. But he achieved his goal of prying you out of your brother's heart, leaving no roots of the love you shared.

Looking at how Daemon looked after his wife, your heart clenched. He poured her drink, whispered something to her, as she smiled at her husband. You downed your wine in one gulp. There was no point in telling him the truth now. Your heart could take it, even if the thought alone hurt like hell.

You weren't his King anymore, for he had the Queen now. And you... You were just gone.

#house of the dragon #hotd #house of the dragon imagine #hotd imagine #daemon targaryen #daemon x reader #daemon targaryen x reader #reader insert #x reader #male reader

[anna1306]

The Lost Boys Incorrect Quotes

Part 3 c:

Part 2 here

David: Have you noticed that Marko has been acting peculiar?

Dwayne: Yes, from the first day I met him.

Paul: I have no secrets from you. My whole life is an open book.

Marko: Your whole life is an open zipper.

Michael: Alright, alright, David! I'll turn. You win. You always win, but you don't play fair!

David: That's why I always win.

Paul: Art things come easier to me. I've always had a great appreciation for the arts and artists.

Marko: And carpenters and mechanics and delivery boys.

Michael: I am very patient. I once waited two whole weeks for a sty to go away. Every night I'd close my eyes and I'd picture it getting smaller and smaller. And one morning I woke up and it was gone.

Marko: *leaning on David's wheelchair with closed eyes, not moving*

Dwayne: Marko, you okay?

Marko: I'm fine. I'm just trying to make Michael go away.

Marko: Dwayne, why are you in such a bad mood?

Dwayne: Forgive me, Marko, but I haven't had sex in 15 years, and it's starting to get on my nerves.

Paul: I treat my body like a temple.

David: Yeah, open to everyone, day or night.

Marko: Great news, I just got a date!

Dwayne, David and Paul, who just had an argument: *leaving the cave, screaming at each other*

Marko: Well, excuse me for trying to have a life!

Laddie: After I drink milk, I go right to sleep.

Paul: I can think of something else after which I go right to sleep. Huh, David?

David: During.

Dwayne: You bought chocolate cheesecake?

Marko: Just for an emergency.

David: What kind of emergency, nuclear war?

Marko: Depression.

Michael: You know, in the south, we mature faster. I think it's the heat.

David: I think it's the gin.

Michael: *leaves David's nest*

Dwayne: I thought he belonged to the other one.

David: Well, I'm sure Star won't mind one bit.

Dwayne: He's a man. It's not like sharing a beer.

Marko: You just don't understand!

Dwayne: Oh please! What I forgot, you'll never know!

David: Look, you didn't ask for my opinion, but I'm old, so I'm giving it anyway.

Michael: My father was good. He has truly been a father to everybody in our town!

Marko to Dwayne: Now I know why Max likes his mother. She must have been a very forgiving woman.

Marko: As long as you're out there, why don't you clean the bikes?

Tipsy Paul: Alright!

Dwayne: Yesterday you said you were gonna clean the bikes.

Marko: I said I'd get it done and it's getting done, lighten up.

In a country bar

David: Do you know where we can sit here?

Paul: How would I know? I'm here for the first time!

Random passerby, slapping his ass: Howdy Paul!

Talking about meeting the guys for the first time

Dwayne: At that moment I was convinced I'd made a bad first impression. But then I met Marko, and I realized I could have shown up naked, playing ukulele and still got turned.

#tlb #thelostboys #thelostboys1987 #tlb1987 #david tlb #marko tlb #paul tlb #tlb dwayne #michael emerson #the lost boys incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

[anna1306]

Songs for David?

(Love you🥰)

From this

1. Scissor Sisters - I can't decide (I don't know, I can see him taunting and teasing his victims sometimes)

2. Queen - Killer Queen (do I need to explain this one? 😏)

3. IC3PEAK feat Oli Sykes - Vampir (or this?)

4. Skillet - Whisper in the dark (I am this close to imagine David's smut songfic)

5. Сны Саламандры - Хозяин болота (I just had to include this. It's folk song, I made a video with it looong time ago. But every time I listen to my mind instantly goes to David. I mean, the lyrics is about blood, mysterious "owner of the lands", who isn't easily swayed by potions and everything else. I can almost imagine people in, I don't know, 1800-1900, who noticing strange disappearances and write folklore song, legends about it)

#tlb #thelostboys #thelostboys1987 #tlb1987 #david tlb #songs #music

[anna1306]

Hey, I saw your Quarry asks were open! Could I possibly request one with reader and Nick? Maybe they get separated from the rest of the counselors after he’s been infected, things get a lil spicy with the whole “werewolf brain” kicking in(however you’re comfortable portraying that), but once the others catch up to you, their presence start to make things dangerous? Thank you!

It may have ended up a lil too spicy 🫢

Devour you

Nick Furcillo x Reader

Warnings: mention of blood, smut (18+), possessiveness

There were times when you said that you liked horror movies. Especially ones like Friday the 13th, when group of people got stuck in the woods and were chased by some kind of maniac. You hated it now.

The summer was so good, it started good. You loved the whole time you got to spend in the Hackett's Quarry. You got yourself new friends, new hobbies, unique experience and most importantly... Nick. You got really close to each other after all this time. Romantically close after some time.

So when you learned that you got another night here, you didn't even think about panic of Mr.H. You were just glad that you got to spend another night closer to Nick. It was great opportunity to spend some time together without a single worry about your day-to-day life.

And then... The chaos ensued.

You still didn't understand fully what was going on. One moment you were sitting near the bonfire, having fun, and the other moment Nick was bleeding, being seriously wounded. You took him to the lodge with others, helping him to the best of your abilities. And when your friends went away to take some supplies and possibly call for help, you stayed back with him. And even there you couldn't be safe.

"There's someone there." Nick whispered to you, suddenly alerted. You looked at the door and darted to it, closing it just in case. When you turned around, Nick was already trying to sit up. You helped him out, carefully holding his shoulders. "We need to get out."

"You sure that there is someone?" You asked him suspiciously, and Nick nodded quickly. "Alright. But the others..." You reminded him of other councelors, who could still be in the lodge. Nick shook his head, grasping your forearms.

"Someone is close. They are far. They won't be here in time." He looked at you, desperation and plea in his eyes. "I want to... I want to protect you."

"You are wounded, you need protection yourself... Shit... Alright, let's go. I will hide you and come back for them." You helped him stand up and you both got out on the street through the window. It took you some time to find your way, but you managed to do so before you heard noise from the lodge. Hurriedly, in the dark of the night, you lead him to some guest house, trying to cause as little harm to him as you could to the best of your abilities.

Once you stumbled in a house, you tugged him to the bed, placing him to sit on it. You darted back to the door, closing it and checking the windows carefully. To see if anyone was there and if this place was truly safe for the boy.

"Alright, are you okay? Does it terribly hurt? I can gonna try and find something for the wound." You came back to Nick, looking at his bloody skin, pointing a flashlight at his figure, but he only shook his head, wincing away from the light.

"I'm fine. It almost doesn't hurt." He answered, and you breathed out. You wanted nothing more, but to cuddle with him and go to sleep, forget all about the nightmares that occured here. But that was impossible. Almost a dream in these circumstances.

"Alright. I'm gonna leave you here so I can..."

"No, don't go!" Nick grabbed your hand fiercely. You winced from the sudden movement, looking at him surprised.

"I need to check on the others. They might need our help." You tried to get your hand from his grasp, but his fingers held your wrist tighter than you imagined, gripping it stronger with your every try to free yourself.

"Don't leave me. They can manage on their own, they have a gun, you don't have anything, I can't have something happen to you. I need you." He almost begged you, not wanting to let you go. You had never seen him like this, so you were frozen for couple of minutes.

"Nick... Are you sure you're alright?

"Yes, I am, I... Don't leave me, please." He pulled you closer to himself, hugging you tightly by your waist, locking you in his arms and not intending to let you go in near future.

"Nick..." Your heart clenched at the sound of his desperate voice and clinging moment. "I'm here. I just... Shit, I don't know who or what is out there. I don't want it to get to the others. Or to us while we are here alone. Our strengths are in numbers."

"I can protect you." He retorted, his face buried in your stomach. You put fingers through his hair, caressing his head.

"You are wounded, love. You need rest and help. Not to protect me." Nick glanced up at you, his eyes almost glistening in darkness.

"I am fine. And I can and I will protect you, I promise." He insisted, moving his hands lower, on your hips. You stumbled a bit from the pressure, clutching his shoulders in response to stabilize yourself.

"Nick, I got it. I'm not going anywhere, I won't leave you, you can let go of me." You smiled a bit nervously, when you noticed his eyes never wavered from your face, nor did his hands moved away from your hips.

"I know. I just can't possibly let you go." The boy whispered, tugging you to himself, so you would sit on his laps. You blushed, looking down at him in surprise.

"Nick, come on. You are wounded, we... Can be in danger. We can't do that now..." He shook his head, stubbornly reaching forward to kiss your jaw.

"I said. I will protect you." He sounded almost angry at your stubbornness, emphasizing every word. But when you took the moment to gather your thoughts, Nick just flipped you over, quickly changing the pose and looming over you on the bed.

Your breath caught up in your throat, when Nick kissed you hungrily, not losing any time. He positioned himself between your legs, and while you had been... Intimate with each other more or less before, this quick and almost aggressive pace was something new. You felt his arousal through his jeans and sensed the tension in his shoulders, as he desperately clutched your hips.

"Nick." You moaned, as soon as he pulled away from your lips. The boy moved to your neck, leaving hickeys on it. You closed your eyes, as you tried to catch your breath. "Fuck, Nick, wait..."

"Mine." He groaned, tugging at your shirt. You almost heard the sound of a ripping fabric, and you decided that it's better to wear your shirt, rather than looking for a new one here in the darkness in an unknown house, so you quickly raised your hands, letting him take it off of you.

You breathed out harshly, feeling Nick's lips on your neck. As he slowly lowered his affection on his body, you trembled. You didn't expect such passion from him, that just overcame him in an instant, seemingly out of nowhere. You put your hands in his hair, tugging at thr strands.

"Nick..." His hands were working on the zipper of your shorts, him clearly not listening to you. He pulled them down, throwing the clothes away, after that taking off his own shirt in sharp moves. "Wait... Your wound." You furrowed your brows, when you couldn't notice the traces of the bite of this strange animal on his body.

"To hell with it!" Nick retorted instantly, pressing himself into your body again. He was almost burning up, his skin was hot and you hissed. He must have had a fever. You tried again.

"Nick, wait, why are you so... Fast and pressing? I'm not going anywhere, I'm..."

"Mine. You are mine." The boy hissed, leaving feverish kisses on your skin. "You can't even imagine how you make me feel. Your voice. Your skin. Your smell. Your touch. Your kiss. I'm obsessed over you. What have you done with me?" He whispered almost panting, not stopping even for a moment, as he gripped your thighs.

"I... Fuck... Nothing." You breathed out, clutching his shoulders, giving in to him completely. He was too persistent, too hot to think about something else, was it danger or your friends. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and he groaned, pressing his arousal into you.

"I will make you completely mine." He whispered, going down on you. You whimpered, covering your mouth with your hand, furrowing your brows. In response, Nick left a bite on your thigh. "I want to hear you, don't hide from me. I want everyone to hear how I make you feel."

"You've gone mad." You breathed out, looking down at Nick. You could swear that his eyes were glowing, but you weren't able to oppose it much longer. Not when he covered your sex with his mouth. "But I like it..." You moaned, closing your eyes and throwing back your head.

You put your fingers through his hair again, tugging and pulling at it, while he quite literally devoured you. He was never that eager and passionate about you. It was a whole new experience. You couldn't help but moan, losing yourself in your feelings. Nick worked fast on bringing your first orgasm, and you, overcome with tension, emotions and fear, just let yourself go. But the boy never stopped, pressing himself only more to your core.

No matter your pleas for a minute rest at least, he never stopped. The noises in the room were overwhelming, Nick seemingly enjoyed it more than he ever could apparently, his determination was astonishing and mind-blowing.

Suddenly he growled almost animal-like, his iron grip on your hips becoming tighter. You hissed from sudden discomfort mixing with your pleasure, not understanding why he suddenly became more aggressive.

"... Y/n?! Nick?!" You heard screams from the street. The guys caught up to you, and apparently it stressed out Nick to this point.

"Mine..." He groaned, his nails digging in your thighs. You whimpered and tugged him on his hair, upper, closer to you. At the same time you wrapped your fingers around his cock, trying to ease him into his own climax.

Nick growled at the touch, his grip on your thighs becoming unbearable, as he slips hand over your sex, to get you to that high. You bit through your lip, feeling metal taste.

"Mine!" He kissed you, hungrily licking at your wounded lip. His fingers worked faster, coaxing another orgasm out of you, as you crushed down in his hands. He followed you in couple of seconds, staining you with his seed.

You didn't hear, feel or see anything for several minutes straight. Pain in your body, which was mixed with the pleasure, overwhelmed you as well as your emotions of fear, lust and love. As you were coming down from your high, you heard Nick's nervous voice.

"Oh hell, oh shit, fuckfuckfuck, Y/N, I'm sorry." You opened your eyes to see frantic Nick, looking at you, seemingly frustrated at something. You lazily reached out to him, taking his hand in yours.

"Hey, what are sorry for?" You smiled lightly, looking at him tiredly. He licked his lips, gripping your fingers.

"I hurt you. There... There are bruises! Scratches! Blood... You are almost unconscious, I..."

"Nick... You made me cum. Two timeS in a row. I'm fine with little bruising." You blurted out shamelessly with almost drunk smile. His grip tightened up for a second, but he mirrored your smile.

"Nick! Y/N!" Amy's voice sounded really close, as you glanced at the door. They came really close to you.

"Shit..." You winced, when you tried to sit down. Nick furrowed his brows, as if fighting with pain, his eyes glancing over you. "Nick, give me my shorts."

"You will leave me?" He asked you, clearly unbelieving your words. You sighed, losing last crumbles of understanding about what was going on with him.

"I don't want them to see me like this. And I bet you don't want them to see me naked either." You explained quietly. Nick nodded and stood up, going straight to your shorts. You barely could see anything in the darkness, but the boy navigated his way pretty well on his own, you noted.

When he returned to you, you put on the shorts he gave you and reached for the shirt, wincing from the pain. When you stood up, you felt blood from the deep scratches Nick left on your thighs. Shit, he was honest, it must have looked awful. It felt like it. The boy watched you with pained expression on his face.

Suddenly he stood up and take his shirt off, keeping only tank top on his body. He hugged you and wrapped the piece of clothes around your waist, tying its long sleeves, so your hips would be covered.

"I'm sorry." He whispered again. But before you could say anything or move to the door, he looked at your face with that strange fire in his eyes, that was almost menacing. His voice dropped a tone "If they even dare to look at you strangely, I will kill them, take you away and devour you whole."

#the quarry #quarry #quarry imagine #quarry x reader #nick furcillo x reader #nick furcillo #nick quarry #nick furcillo imagine #x reader #reader insert #gender neutral

[anna1306]

So, the results of the poll didn't solve my conundrum. It is pretty tight between posting fics, hcs and imagines on other fandoms here or on the other blog.

I am still not sure how you will prefer it, so I think I will post what I have already written here and fix my Masterlist. And see how it goes. If you are okay with it and fine and everything is great, I will just keep posting here on various fandoms. If not, I will move everything to a new blog.

I guess there's that c:

#my writings #poll #well at least some decision

[anna1306]

Thanks for the tag, interesting options here c:

spell or curse / abandoned mansion or haunted cemetery / vampire slayer or ghost hunter / phoenix or griffin / wrist bite or neck bite / fairy godmother or evil stepmother / herbs or potion / ghost or wraith / dragon scales or werewolf claws / druid or mage / elf or hobbit / divination or necromancy / wand magic or hand magic / centaur or unicorn / dark fairytale or disney-style fairytale / sword or bow & arrow / siren or water nymph / garlic or silver / talking animal or walking tree / demon trap or crossroads pact / enchanted fairy forest or mermaid lagoon / castle or cottage / pirate or prince / immortal or normal lifespan / wizard or witcher

Tag whoever wants to do that c:

Bold what you prefer:

spell or curse / abandoned mansion or haunted cemetery / vampire slayer or ghost hunter / phoenix or griffin / wrist bite or neck bite / fairy godmother or evil stepmother / herbs or potion / ghost or wraith / dragon scales or werewolf claws / druid or mage / elf or hobbit / divination or necromancy / wand magic or hand magic / centaur or unicorn / dark fairytale or disney-style fairytale / sword or bow & arrow / siren or water nymph / garlic or silver / talking animal or walking tree / demon trap or crossroads pact / enchanted fairy forest or mermaid lagoon / castle or cottage / pirate or prince / immortal or normal lifespan / wizard or witcher

Tagging:

@britany1997 @valuedabovehoardedgold @glitterdustcyclops @dwaynesbiboyfriend @luv4fandoms

#game #tag game #choices #my mind just wanted to explain every choice #but I just marked mine c: