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azullumi · 22 days

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"my love, mine, all mine" ; aventurine

summary — to say the two of you were ‘in love’ was something too vague and weak to fully express how you hold each other.

pairing — aventurine (w/gender-neutral reader)

tags — established relationship, dual pov (his before yours), all soft and yearning and love, mix of the holy trinity (fluff, angst, and comfort), love is such a weak word and adoration is never enough, metaphors (u know me), not proofread, 1.5k words ; one-shot

tagging — @toorurs !! surprise ?

note — ichiko aoba was my inspiration for this one. anwss sleep took me out three times while i was writing this so it took me some time to finish. this is both day 4 and 5 of writing for him.

aventurine begins to notice the subtlety and learns to love the little things that make up your being.

like how you knit your eyebrows and bite the end of your pen, if not your nails, whenever you are too focused on something to the point that it’s getting you frustrated and how you would often pace the room while in deep thought because it helps keeps your mind running. he, too, takes notice on how you would arrange things in a specific order because it makes you feel satisfied and although he never really understood it all, something in the way you beam with such light reminds him of sunrise and makes his chest swell with warmth.

(you have never told him any of those things but he has eyes that follow you everywhere and threaten blindness when you are out of his sight.)

there are moments where you sleep that you’ll hum and say incoherent words, and oftentimes, he could make out his name in between your mumbles; the thought that you dream of him too comforts him. and perhaps you’ll never know but whenever you’re half-asleep, you’ll cuddle whichever is closest to you and he has to move your hands so that you’ll embrace him instead of the pillow by your side—it’s a secret that he will take to his grave.

or when you’re nervous or agitated, you would resort to biting your lip and fidgeting with your hands—oftentimes you play with your bracelet or the cuffs of your sleeves—and he holds the responsibility of diverting your attention to somewhere else; his voice, like a lull, soothes the storm that forms in your thoughts.

“do you think i can do it?” your voice breaks out into that of the nervous waters, hands shaking as the anxiety settles into your tense shoulders. the feathers of uneasiness sheds into the crevices of your mind as you think of the upcoming event that looms over your being.

“i’m sure you can.” he says and the softness of his tone soothes the unquiet thoughts that spill out of your mouth. he looks at you with a certain light in his eyes (his gaze would tug at the hem of your shirt with the fists of a child that has never known misery).

“it’s scary…” you groan, form crumbling and you bite into your lip, an unintentional habit that you do when everything seems to become so overwhelming. “what if i make a fool out of myself? what if i mess up and make a mistake?”

“there’s no need to let these worries weigh on your mind. you’re capable of doing more so you don’t have to think so little of yourself.” he wasn’t exactly the best at comforting but he tries, hoping that his words would be able to ease you of your burden. “you’ve done this many times, remember? and every single time, you succeed. even then, it’s never about making a fool out of yourself but how you were so courageous and lovely.”

aventurine takes hold of your trembling hands into his and his thumb begins to draw circles on the skin near your knuckles. silence draws between you two and he notices your breathing coming into a steady; expression becoming soft with no lingering trace of worry that bites into your lip.

“you know, i didn’t think you had the knack for comforting.”

“i try.” only for you, he does.

he likes the way the light spills into your form as you sleep, likes the mess you leave behind as your presence lingers in his home—leave the scent of your cologne in his shirt and forget your scarf behind so you can have a reason to come back—, likes the sweetness of your lips as you kiss him and he prays that he’ll taste just as much.

(“you taste like candy and forgiveness.”)

aventurine could list out all of the little things he adores about you and he picks up these subtle nuances then carves it into his hands to call his own; he began to engrave your form in his mind that his thoughts would form into an image of you, he learned how to spell out your name in his dreams in hopes that his voice will reach you in yours, he started to memorize the lines in your palm so that he’ll remember how your hand feels.

how does he tell you that the reason he falls into tragedy and a melancholic state is because he loves you and the words are never enough to tell you how he feels? he tries to in different ways, in the manner of his actions and the way he speaks of you. whenever he holds your hand, he squeezes yours three times to silently say ‘i love you’ even if you’ll never know nor understand the meaning behind his gestures—you’ll never be able to read the words he paints into your skin because you were too busy looking at his.

he never knew what it was like to have something—or someone—to call his own until he stumbled upon your soul. he will desire and look for you like a thirsty man who longs for water, like the shore who dreams to drown in the ocean but could only feel waves of its caress, like a lost child who seeks for their mother’s cradle, like a sunflower who only knew the light of the sun (he’ll search for you in everyone else for the rest of his life and he hopes he’ll never find you).

he thinks he likes you too much, it might be his demise.

aventurine often reminds you of the sun.

it wasn’t about the way he dressed or the way he held himself—so radiant and brilliant as he wears those sparkling jewelry and watch, as he puts on his expensive coats over his tailored shirts and pants—but he was warm in a way that it reminds you of cold mornings and the soft raw comfort that you feel under the blanket with him, he was bright in a way of a sole candle in the dark that guides you back to the light, where you’re supposed to be.

(a burst of sunlight would spill into every room that he walks into and you wouldn’t mind coming close to him even if it will end up burning your wings.)

but sometimes you see him in the reflection of the river as it runs along the rocks and you’ll think of how spring would be so nice if he’s beside you watching the flowers bloom. you see him in the wind that caresses your hair as you walk through the field and you’ll remember how he used to embrace you during winter, stealing all of the warmth that is left of your body as he intertwined his cold hands into your own—you’ll push him away, only lightly, as he holds you closer and snuggles his face into your neck but you never want him to leave; you could never bear the thought of watching his back as he walks away from you.

you see him everywhere, in the morning that you wake up to, the noon that you drag yourself through, and the night that you sleep into. you wouldn’t know what to do if his light would die out, leaving you in the frigid darkness without his presence. you wouldn’t know what to do if his eyes would stop holding your fingers with the neediness of a child who has never known death and cruelty.

“don’t go where i can’t follow.” you’ll let him bring you anywhere—even if it's far from the familiarity of your home, far from the people you love, far from the places you’ve known, as long as he stays with you. you’ll walk with him into the danger and through hell, you’ll accompany him in the rain and the wind, but you will not let him go where you can’t follow. you will never cross the line if it means you’re leaving him behind; you’ll rather let the abyss swallow you just so you could be with him.

“never leave me behind.” you’ll whisper to nothingness.

the simplicity and your adoration for him was the finest feature that composes the puzzle of your soul. there wasn’t a single thing that he’ll do to make you hate him, there was nothing he can do to make you despise him. and perhaps, it may become destructive and pathetic but you’ll do anything for him and he doesn’t have to use the word ‘please’, nor would he have to beg for anything from you; he asked you to call him handsome and you compared him to the stars—and the stars and their glory was never enough in comparison to his shadow.

(you’ll taste his flesh with only gentle hands and soft mouth even if you’ll still be left starving and desiring for more—to say you love him was never enough.)

you like him too much, the affection would spill from your hands and you’ll pick them up with your teeth.

notice how there's no dialogue from aventurine in reader's pov? yeah.

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oleander-nin · 9 months

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For the follower special may I please request yan!Leo and yan!Mikey with the following prompts?

18.a soft kiss

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"You ate it?!"

Hope you don't mind me mixing verbal and not verbal.Also keep yourself hydrated and well fed.Don't forget to sleep too!☆◇

A/N, not important: I am so sorry for the wait, I hope you like it. Despite how long this took and how much I struggled, I'm fairly proud of this one. And look at that! I'm not posting at 2 am for once! I've almost finished all my follower special requests. Only one more to go and I'm home free. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

Tw: stalking, mention of planned kidnapping, drugging, planned drugging, sleeping pills, nonconsentual touching(non-sexual)

Words: 2001

Prompt(s) requested: 18(A soft kiss) & 17("You ate it?!")

Summary: Mikey and Leo can't get along when it comes to you

Mikey hums to himself as he takes the cookies out of the oven, kicking the door closed with his foot. He sets the hot tray on the counter, peeling the oven mitts off his hands. The cookies he made were perfect. It was a small batch, only around three cookies, but it would do. After all, they played a very important role in Mikey’s current plan. He grins to himself as he scrapes the cookies off the tray and onto a cooling rack. He was sure to beat Leo now.

Mikey looks proudly down at his recent baking work. They were your favorite. Made just to your taste to be perfect. With an addition of .5 mg of Triazolam, of course. He needed these to bring you home after all. Mikey puts the now empty cookie sheet into the sink to let it soak for a while. It didn’t need immediate attention, and it was always easier to scrape off the cookie crumbs after it soaked.

With one last satisfied grin towards his cookies, Mikey walks off and heads back to his room with his feet softly padding against the ground. It was best to let them cool for now before giving you one. He just had to make sure you only had one. He’d feel awful if he accidentally caused you to take too much and get hurt.

As Mikey steps out, the kitchen is quiet once more. The stacks of dishes sat in the sink, waiting to be washed and put away. The room maintained a peaceful calm for an entire ten minutes before Leo walked in, his head held high. He moseys over to the fridge, leaning in while examining the contents. Leftover pizza catches his eye and he grabs a slice, ignoring the bright sticky note that showed Raph’s claim over the food.

Leo shuts the fridge and leans against the appliance as he eats, his eyes drifting over the kitchen. He grimaces when he spots the piled up dishes. It was his turn to clean them this week, and he was dreading it. Hopefully he could pass it off to someone else.

His drifting eyes land on the three cookies, sitting innocently on their plate. Leo quickly shoves the rest of the pizza in his mouth, wiping his hand absentmindedly on his shorts to get the grease off his fingers. Leo couldn’t help but move closer to the mouth-watering cookies. Looking around the room for anyone watching, Leo picks up one of the cookies and takes a small bite, leaning against the counter and over the plate.

Leo’s eyes dilate as he smiles, the cookie melting on his tongue. Before Leo even realizes, he eats all three. Looking down at the empty plate makes Leo freeze, the last few crumbs of the final cookie falling from his mouth. Leo stares blankly down at the empty plate. He didn’t mean to eat them all. He barely even meant to eat two.

The sound of a furious gasp makes Leo’s head whip towards the door, a shaky smile on his face. He waves at his angry brother, Mikey’s face twisted into a look of shock and fury. Leo understands immediately he messed up.

“Did you eat all of them!?” Mikey asks. His frustration was clear on his face as he stared his older brother down. Mikey was just as tense as Leo.

“They were really good?”

“That doesn’t- You- Leo!” Mikey sputters, trying to process his words properly. This wasn’t fair. He made those for you, and now Leo ruined his chance at bringing you home. Mikey was beyond devastated at Leo’s thoughtlessness, and even madder he now had to find more Triazolam. That was his last amount of it that he could squirrel from Donnie, and he didn’t want to have to find more on his own. All that bribing, and for nothing. His voice is a harsh whisper when it comes out, anger forcing his voice into a tight tone. “Those were drugged.”

“And delicious.” Leo jokes. He laughs nervously at Mikey’s unimpressed face. Leo clears his throat, glancing down at the empty plate. “What with? And why did you drug cookies, Mikey?”

Mikey runs his fingers over his face, groaning. “Point five milligrams of Triazolam each. And they were for (Y/n).”

Leo considers this for a moment. Leo wanted to be angry, mostly because Mikey was planning on doing something with you and didn’t tell him, but he would’ve done the same thing. Leo no longer felt bad for eating Mikey’s cookies.

“Okay, well,” Leo starts, brushing off any fallen crumbs from his wrappings. “Maybe you shouldn’t have left them out in the open with no warning.”

“Maybe you should’ve asked.” Mikey shoots back.

Leo and Mikey stare at each other in standstill, neither moving a single muscle. To move was to give in to the other, and both were too sure they were in the right. Well, Leo knew he was wrong, but he wasn’t going to admit it. Not after learning Mikey was going to use the cookies on you. Leo had to get you before Mikey, and if eating the cookies aided in that, then so be it.

That’s it. Leo needed to get you before Mikey does, and if Mikey was going to start being this sneaky, so would he. Leo shifts, sighing dramatically. His pout is dramatized as he presses the back of his hand to his forehead, leaning heavily against the cabinet. “I think the medicine is kicking in, I need to go check with Donnie to make sure I’m okay. Wish me luck, hermano.”

Mikey’s face scrunches up at Leo’s words, his eyes studying his older brother. Mikey didn’t believe him in the slightest, he knew it took way more than three simple doses to put even a small dent in their tolerance to drugs. They were designed as war machines after all, there wasn’t much that could touch them. It just sucked when it came to pain meds, those never helped enough no matter how many they took.

Leo slips past Mikey and heads towards Donnie’s lab, Mikey watching him until he turns a corner and disappears out of sight. Mikey stands in the doorway of the kitchen, his foot rapidly tapping the ground. Mikey highly doubted Leo was actually going to Donnie’s lab for a check in. The slider was up to something, Mikey was certain. He just wasn’t sure what.

Mikey stands in the kitchen for only a moment more before retreating himself, making his way to his room. He still planned on going to your apartment, at least to see you to make sure you were okay. He just needs to grab his sketchbook first so he can practice drawing you a bit more. He would bring you home some other day instead.

Mikey grabs the sketchbook and small pencil bag sitting on his desk, tucking it into a small messenger bag before slinging it over his shoulder and strapping it tight to his shell. Mikey makes his way out of the lair, climbing the nearest fire escape so he could move by rooftop. It was much quicker, and in Mikey’s humble opinion, more beautiful. Mikey heads towards your house, taking his time. He wasn’t in much of a rush, considering he knew you would be there. After finding your schedule that Leo had in his room, which was stupidly left in the open on his desk, Mikey was able to memorize it so he’d know where you should be at all times. Unless you broke your schedule, which was highly unlikely.

You never broke your schedule.

Mikey admires the way to your apartment, gazing out at the skyline. The light from the full moon lit everything he needed, so he didn’t need a flashlight. Plus, New York was bright anyways. The last time he needed a light to lead the way, there was a power outage after a thunderstorm. Mikey would rather not have lightning be his light source ever again.

Skidding to a halt at the end of the roof on your apartment building, Mikey prepares to climb down onto the fire escape so he can make his way into your apartment. Looking over the edge, Mikey nearly falls down when he sees Leo. So that’s what he was up to, ditching the lair to come here. Mikey grumbles for a moment before climbing down to meet his brother, pouting slightly. He wanted to be alone with you, not have Leo be here too.

Leo looks up at Mikey, his eyes widening in surprise before morphing into slight annoyance. His voice was hushed. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing! This sure doesn’t look like Donnie’s lab-”

Leo panics slightly at Mikey’s loud voice, quickly clamping his hand over his little brother's beak. Leo holds a finger up to his lips, shushing the younger turtle. Mikey tries to argue, but then sees into the window. You were in your bed, fast asleep.

Leo stares at you, his features melting into a soft smile. He loved the way you looked in your sleep, so peaceful and snug. He was confident you would look the same way in his arms. Mikey seemed to be thinking the same, his eyes softened in a similar way. Mikey reaches over to the window to tug it open. He wanted to bring you home. He was done with waiting.

Leo’s eyes widen as he watches Mikey start to pull up the window, yanking his brother back by the lip of his shell. Mikey’s head pops into his shell before coming back out, glaring at the older turtle.

“What was that for?” He hisses, keeping his voice low. Mikey was still trying to get to the window.

“What are you doing? Are you trying to wake them up?”

Mikey scowls. “No! I’m just… I’m taking them home.”

“Absolutely not!” Leo protests, taking his brother by the shoulders. Leo sighs, shaking Mikey a bit as he continues whispering. “They just fell asleep. If we do something too bold, they’ll wake up.”

Mikey pouts before looking at your sleeping figure. He was right. Your breathing was light and he could see your hands still twitching. You were in too light of a sleep to be messed with much.

Leo lets go, moving on the fire escape to face you once more. Mikey frowned. He didn’t want to just watch you and leave. That wasn’t enough. Mikey moves to open the window again while Leo sputters behind him.

“What did I just say?”

Mikey ignores his brother and opens the window fully, dropping silently into the room. Leo hesitates, but follows. He couldn’t let his brother have all the fun after all. Mikey moves up to you and brushes some of the hair off your forehead before planting a soft kiss to the skin. He stands up, smirking at Leo. You hadn’t even flinched.

Leo rolls his eyes before pushing Mikey out of the way, an indignant cry coming from the box turtle. Leo scans your face with a soft smile. He couldn’t wait until you were home safe with him. Maybe Mikey was right, taking you now couldn’t be that much of a setback, could it? Leo kisses your cheek, his hand cupping your face and caressing the soft skin.

Mikey sputters behind him and Leo chuckles. Older brother privileges were the best. Leo continues to push Mikey away playfully, his eyes flickering between you and his brother. Both him and Mikey freeze at a soft groan coming from you.

You shift in your sleep, making both of the turtles step back, their teasing quickly ceasing. Leo and Mikey eye each other. The tension between the two rose, but this time from fear of being caught. A flash of blue illuminates the room for a moment, only the main occupant being left. You roll over in their sleep, unaware of the danger you just avoided.

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copperbadge · 8 months

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I am so close to being done with Royals/Ramblers I can taste it, and it's one of those frustrating situations where the last remaining work to be done is just annoying. I have to write one damn scene, which of course is the most emotionally fraught and difficult one, and then pick from the *counts on fingers* three separate versions of the epilogue I wrote, none of which are very satisfying. I'll probably slam them all together and then sort it out somehow.

And then I definitely have to give the whole thing one more pass before I think about posting, because it's going to clock in at right around 150K words, and I already have notes on continuity issues that need fixing.

Anyway, please enjoy this scene, in which I realized at the same time Gregory and Eddie did what a great joke their names make. (Some brief context -- Joan uses she/her but doesn't like the word "princess", so she chose the gender neutral Princeps as her title.)

Friday evening, when Gregory came on the air for the address, Eddie was sitting next to him, and Joan was leaning on Eddie's shoulder. Her excitement was almost a visible thing; she'd been fussed over that afternoon, Gregory helping her pick out clothing followed by Jerry doing her makeup for camera and Eddie doing a slightly less clumsy job of braiding her hair than she generally did.

"Good evening, Fons-Askaz, Askazer-Shivadlakia, our neighbors, and our viewers abroad," Gregory said. Behind the camera, Jerry mouthed the words along with him absently. "I'm pleased to greet you all this Friday evening and I hope you're well. I find myself, for the second time in a year, setting aside the usual issues of the day and questions from citizens to talk to you about family...."

His idea had been to talk about Joan's history just a little, then introduce her as the newest Royal, their daughter the Princeps. He could use that as a platform to present to the country his new funding package for adoptive families, meant to encourage adoption and support children coming out of the foster system. Each half of that would hopefully make the other half seem less random.

It went pretty smoothly; Eddie chimed in at all the right moments, and Joan got to say a few words of introduction at the end. After he signed off, he gave her a hug and a forehead-kiss and told her she'd done a great job.

And then Noah, standing with Monday and Jerry behind the camera in the little studio, said, "Well, you crashed the internet again."

Gregory sighed. "Can't blame Eddie this time, can we?"

"It was only the tourism website, and it wasn't on purpose," Eddie said.

"He was always breaking my stuff when we were kids," Monday said.

"Nope, this one's all Joan," Noah replied. "As soon as you introduced her as your daughter, traffic started spiking -- palace website, tourism website, and every royals' Photogram."

"Katie in Communications says told you so," Jerry said, already on the phone with her.

"Joan's Photogram is down, looks like bandwidth-suck. And there goes mine, and yours," Noah said, nodding at Gregory. "There's two hashtags trending, PrincessJoan and PrincepsJoan."

"Let me call my guy at Photogram," Eddie said, taking his phone out.

"You have a guy just like, at Photogram?" Monday asked.

"Yeah, he handles my requests, I send him sausages," Eddie answered.

"How is it you simultaneously live in the 22nd century and the 14th?" Monday asked.

"Have him kill the Princess hashtag," Noah suggested.

"It's fine," Joan said. "They can use it for now, it'll keep things, um." She narrowed her eyes, searching for the word. "Segmented. Spread out the discussion a little."

"Someone's been reading my data analytics memos," Gregory said.

"You leave 'em out," she pointed out.

"Good news is people seem excited," Noah continued. "The hashtag's glitching, it's moving so fast, but overall pretty positive," he added.

"Well, we knew this would be intense," Gregory said. Joan, studying her own phone, squeaked. "Joan?"

"Mas Corbin tagged me," she said, with possibly the most excitement they'd seen from her, at least since her first trip in the Jaguar.

"The footballer?" Gregory asked, confused.

"Who?" Noah and Eddie chorused.

"He's a Shivadh footballer, I think he's playing in Ireland right now," Gregory said, and his voice took on a slight edge as he considered some of the reasons a football player might mention his daughter. "What did he say?"

"Dedicating my next game to my new Princeps JoanMac, long may she reign," Joan read, and Gregory relaxed. "Congrats to Gin&Tonic, she's cute as a button. Mas Corbin thinks I'm cute!"

"Gin and Tonic?" Gregory asked, and then said, "Gregory and Theophile," right as Eddie and Monday both began to laugh. "How did neither of us think of that before?"

"You get used to it," Noah said to Joan. "All kinds of famous people are going to have opinions on you."

"What do I do?!"

"Gram him back," Noah said. "Comment and say thanks and that you're a fan and you'll be watching the game."

"I'm gonna have to do a video with some gin and tonic recipes," Eddie said, as Noah and Joan debated the best wording for her response. Gregory leaned back in his chair, exhaling, and let the chaos happen around him for a minute.

#shivadhverse

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hideousvoid · 1 year

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Can you do yandere Malleus headcanon?

Possessive Fae

Reader: gender neutral

warnings: isolating, stalking mentions, slight mention of violence and manipulating behavior.

You won the dragon's heart, the future king of the Fae's, it's amazing right? It's up to you to take it as sarcasm or not, he has many good qualities as bad ones. From now one you can't go anywhere without him or Sebek, Lilia or Silver.

At first you noticed how people started to avoid you, isolate like you weren't there. Your friends slowly disappearing and never talking to you again. What was happening? It was horrible, you didn't have anyone there for you leading to stay in your room most of the time to try feeling better. The only student that still talked to you was Malleus, rarely Sebek but only to mention his master and Lilia doing the same. One day, tired and sick of all the things that were happening you wrapped your arms around the dragon Fae crying on his shirt. You told him everything keeping him the closest to yourself, you needed love so much. He softly caressed your hair whispering gentle words to make you feel better, it was all his plan and you as a poor lamb was falling in his trap.

"Don't worry child of man, I will be here for you from now on, forever"

Everywhere you go or stay, you can feel a pair of eyes looking at you, never knowing who's those are. Could be Lilia, Sebek or even Silver, ready to tell Malleus everything. Sometimes the gaze is different, cold and harsh, as if that person is going to devour you any moment. Every little movement, breath or word is caught by him, you are his precious human and he needs to know about you. If you try to talk to him about it you are getting nothing else than the silence, looking at you unbothered. It's not like he is going to stop, as a spoiled kid he does whatever he wants and gets what he wishes. He could wake up tomorrow and choose to bite you to taste your blood, leaving a mark so everyone knows that you are his. What are you going to do about it? Nothing, because you can't and words doesn't work with him.

"you look so cute in your pajama, you know? I could just eat you up"

Then you are going to stay in his room, can't return to your old one anymore. All your stuff is there, your clothes in his wardrobe in a side just for you. You can only leave the room with the company of his familiars or him, then you'll immediately return to his room no matter what. You are only his and his alone, this is why he hugs you in his sleep tight as he is going to lose you any moment. Lilia deliveries the lunch and dinner that Sebek cooks, Malleus doesn't wish for you to eat the bat's almost poisoning cooking. Don't hope in those three, if you try to escape they will catch you and immediately warn the Fae. Neither talking with them will work, Malleus gave permission only to Lilia to chat with you. Obviously the conversation is about Malleus and you, he won't mention anything else. You do your homeworks with the dorm leader, you wash with him and you have a very little privacy.

"Did you seriously attempt to escape, (y/n)? I'm giving you all my love and attention, why are you doing such a cruel thing to me? You are hurting me so much.."

Naive as he is, he won't care much about the consequences of his punishment. In fact he will take you in his arms and shower you of his love, whispering how he did it for both and that you will feel better soon. You won't stop loving him, at least he thinks, you are too desperate and without him you can't survive. Malleus makes you find your room full of gifts everyday, name one thing you desire and you'll be immediately satisfied. Your body is full of bites mark made by him, his scent over you while you can only wear his clothes when you aren't at school. You won't leave him, neither death will, you are going to be with Malleus forever with no way to escape.

"your body, mind and soul are completely mine. Our souls are becoming one soon, you won't imagine of running away from me no more. Bear it with me, my jewel"

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yelans-dice · 11 months

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This is a Twisted Wonderland request, but you have a lot of freedom lol. Thank you if you decide to do this! If not, totally okay!

Any characters of your choice. How would they be as a father? How many kids would they want? Would they be overprotective? etc. etc. Of course, their spouse is Yuu/Reader.

@blues824 You're welcome and I'm honestly happy that you submitted a request cause this is my first one i've ever done and i have nothing to do since it's almost summer break (for me), so it won't be a lot of characters or perfect, On top of that i haven't really been catching up with twisted wonderland so this might be out of character. However, i hope that this would satisfy you and others ( I was doing this on my school computer at school so this might look weird ) Edited : this was not proof read so their might be some errors

How they would be as Fathers

Feat. Malleus Draconia, Vil Schoenheit, and Lilia Vanrouge

Malleus Draconia 🐉

-Most definitely be a great father 🐉Probably would want two or three (probably more) but starts with one to have some experience with raising one 🐉 Would buy his child(ren) everything they want (most) and need, basically spoil them rotten including you 🐉 doesn't really have a preference what gender the child is 🐉 the most overprotective father, wouldn't hurt anyone unless they hurt his child otherwise he would strike fear into those who dared to hurt his child, same goes for his spouse. 🐉 When he has free time he would spend time with his family, probably teach his child(ren) about gargoyles and the amazing things they do or go get some ice cream, if they don't like ice cream he would go somewhere they would like 🐉 would ask lilia for advice to deal with certain situations and to babysit them when both of you go on a date or busy with work

Vil Schoenheit 👑

-He would be a great father

👑 Probably would want one, would probably want one more when he doesn't have a busy schedule 👑 Doesn't necessarily prefer a gender, he would be fine with any gender 👑 like Malleus, Vil would buy all of his child's needs and most of their wants 👑 Also is very protective, he would probably cast a spell or something if they ever try or do hurt his child and/or spouse.{idk what else to put 😭} 👑 When he has free time he would spend time with his family, most likely do a spa day or just have a relaxing time ( like watching a movie/series, doing each others make-up, etc etc )

Lilia Vanrouge 🦇

-Of course he would be a good father considering he already has one ( technically three )

🦇 Would want one child, would most likely reconsider it for some reason 🦇 Doesn't necessarily care about the gender, However he would prefer a girl 🦇 Like Malleus and Vil, Lilia would buy all of his child needs and most of their wants 🦇 Very overprotective, would hurt those who would harm/hurt his family, mentally and/or physically 🦇 Maybe would spend his time with his child training (when they are old enough) or would probably just play games with them etc

I know it's short and it's not very good but this was the most my imagination could take me, so i hope this could satisfy you, again thank you for requesting, Have a great day ! Also hopefully you manage to finish the amount of requests you have to do.

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sundeathh · 1 year

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Hello.

I was wondering if I can have some Headcannons of Aizawa’s s/o who comes super closer of Eri, and wants to legally adopt her as their child?

Yo! Long time no request. Sorry if I deviated a little from what you requested with this story. I ended up following what my mind suggested while writing. Anyway, I hope this satisfies you! :)

• Requests are open normally again. I usually take a long to write, because I always try to set a scene along with the headcanons. So I apologize in advance for the delay. 'Till next time!

LITTLE FAMILY

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Dynamics: DadZawa & Eri × S/O GN!reader

Fandom: BNHA | MHA Words: +2,9K

Categories: SFW, fluff, romance, home life, family dynamics. CW: None significantly worth the mention.

Informs: Hizashi appears as an extra. The word "Maddy" is used as a gender-neutral alternative to replacing the nouns "mommy" or "daddy." Feel free to read it as you please.

• Aizawa would be flattered. He would not show it to you at first, but you would eventually pick on some things he would do absently;

• Like when you are reading to Eri on her bed, and he quietly approaches the room to check on both of you. His lips would turn upwards every so slightly every time you turned to him with shining eyes to tell him Eri slept with her head on your lap;

• It was so heartwarming how she was finally opening up to you. It took a long, but now that she trusted you enough to sleep in your presence, it made all the wait worth it;

• You were already Aizawa’s significant other when they rescued the kid. He would vent to you about how troubled she seemed when he would get home after looking after her. And even though he would not say it, you could tell he genuinely cared and worried for Eri's well-being;

• It took time for both of you to be introduced to each other. And it took even more time for Eri to stop hiding away from you;

• When she first started living with Aizawa, his relationship with you turned into something a lot bigger than before and a lot harder too;

• But Eri was increasingly accepting you more and more. You three were becoming a true family, and you could not pretend like anything had changed by now, not after the events of today.

- - - - -

Aizawa had long left for work. The morning was still quiet from the rowdyism of the outside, and you were alone at his apartment with Eri, the little girl burrowed in between your legs with her back turned toward you as you both sat on the floor, your fingers brushing through her soft hair as you neatly tangled the strands into a braid.

You liked being there, and you liked Eri too. You loved this feeling of peace that followed each morning, and as you became so caught up with this comfortable sensation, you were almost startled when the kid turned her head away from the cartoon passing on the tv to look at you.

"Maddy, can I ask you something?" She said suddenly, cautiously trying to get a glimpse of your expression from the weird angle. You paused your brushing for a second. What had she called you just now?

You thought for a moment and came blank before a smile tugged at your lips. Looking down at the kid, you met with a pair of shy; yet big, pleading eyes. "Yes. Of course, Eri. What is it?"

The little girl smiled and looked down sheepishly, her small hands clenched tightly in her lap, fiddling with each other like she always does when she is nervous.

"Why do you go away?" She asked quietly, biting her lip. Her voice sounded sad, and you instantly knew what she was asking. You would have to leave before lunchtime to work the next day, and you had your apartment to take care of too.

"Eri…" You began softly, putting your hand under her chin, lifting it until she looked up at you again. "It is not because I don't like you or don't want you around, sweetheart."

Her brow furrowed. "Then why?"

You sighed. "I'm sorry, Eri. But I have a job that needs me and a house to watch. When we become adults, we have responsibilities that come with our jobs. Sometimes, we have no choice but to leave to attend to it. That doesn't mean I won't come back later, though." You smiled at her.

Eri nodded slowly. "I understand," she mumbled before turning back around. "I miss you when you go." She finished in a whisper, her hands returning to the same position they occupied a few moments ago as if nothing had happened.

You chuckled before leaning over and kissing the top of her head. "So do I." You said, giving the little girl a final squeeze before pulling away. "What do you say we take advantage of this time together to bake some cookies?" You tried cheering her again with a grin.

Eri immediately brightened. "Cookies! Let's make cookies!" She exclaimed, jumping from her spot on the floor as if you told her another stray cat was coming home.

You laughed as she grabbed your wrist and tried to lift you from your spot on the ground. "We have to bake plenty! Daddy will want some!" She shouted excitedly.

You gave her an affectionate pat before she dragged you down to the kitchen. "We'll call him when his break time comes once we have finished making them." You replied with a smile as she stopped at the fridge to turn around and nod enthusiastically at your comment.

"Mhm!"

- - - - -

"How are the cookies, Eri?" Shōta asked the toddler over the video call.

She held one of her cookie halves in front of the camera as if it were an offering. "Yummy~!" She grinned before popping one in her mouth. Eri quickly swallowed it and then proceeded with the second.

"I bet they are! Good job, kiddo!" Hizashi praised her from somewhere behind Shōta. His voice sounded distant, but you could tell he was smiling brightly by the tone of his voice.

A second passed before Shōta's deep voice cut through the device again. "I hope there will be some left for me. They look good." He commented, his lips twisting up at one corner as he glanced at you.

Your mouth turned into a smile in response as your cheeks heated up. Shōta was teasing you. He knew you were cooking for the two of them.

Eri giggled happily at the remark, and you felt yourself grin even more. Then, you rolled your eyes playfully, sticking your tongue out to the camera. "I'll eat everything." You teased, your voice filled with false bravado.

There was a snort, and you heard a peal of laughter coming from Hizashi, who seemed far more entertained by hearing your interaction.

"Of course, you will. We wouldn't want Eri getting a sugar rush now, would we?" Aizawa shot back in return, a twinkle in his eye.

At this, you could not help the giggle that escaped you, and you rolled your eyes again, more fondly this time, causing Eri to giggle as well as you.

"Well, I would better clean up the mess I made, then. Have fun with being teased by Hizashi." You said. "Let me know if there is any trouble, alright?"

Another laugh filtered through the speaker, and you were sure the corners of his eyes crinkled a bit as he grinned. "Will do. See you soon."

"Bye, dad!" Eri chirped happily, taking a bite off of another cookie, and before the connection shut, she was waving at the camera with a bright smile on her face, her eyes filled with adoration, love, and warmth.

- - - - -

Unfortunately, when Shōta came home later that day, Eri had already fallen asleep against her own will. You were not surprised in the least. After all, a toddler needed her sleep. Besides, she had been awake for four hours after dinner and watching cartoons on the television.

You had already tucked her in bed when Shōta entered the apartment, finding your sleeping self curled up on the couch with a blanket over you. Eri was not the only one that fell asleep unexpectedly after all.

He smiled fondly, shaking his head at the sight of you. And, after leaving his shoes, scarf, and bag at the door, he walked over and gently scooped you off the couch, cradling you carefully in his arms to take you toward his bedroom.

Before he had even started lowering you over his bed, however, you woke up from your slumber groggily. Your eyes widened at the sudden movement, and you squirmed uncomfortably in his hold as he laid you down on his bed.

"Sorry, kitten… Did I wake you?" He whispered, bending down and stroking your cheek.

You shook your head slightly. "Didn't fall asleep on purpose..." you murmured, frowning sleepily at him before mirroring his action and reaching up to caress his cheek. "I was waiting for you." You explained with a tired smirk, running your thumb over his lips before dropping your hand.

A gentle smile spread on his lips, his tender gaze never leaving yours. "Is that right?" The man whispered, leaning forward slowly before speaking again. "Go back to sleep, baby. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" His breath tickled your skin, and Shōta pressed his lips against yours briefly before placing another quick kiss on the tip of your nose.

He started to pull away to stand up, but before he could fully move, you reached up and wrapped your arm around his neck, pulling him down onto the bed beside you. He stumbled a little but managed not to fall on top of you and landed beside you with a soft thump.

His dark eyes stared at you in amusement, raising a brow inquisitively. "What's got into you?" He said, chuckling at your actions.

You frowned, your eyes fluttering closed for a moment as you took a deep breath, your lips curving upward in a small smile. "Can't I spend five minutes cuddling with my boyfriend without having any problem?" You murmured while resting your head on his chest.

Another chuckle rippled through his body, and you felt it against your cheek. "Sure." He murmured, running his hand softly down your spine before pressing another quick kiss on top of your hair.

With a content sigh, you nestled yourself closer, wrapping an arm around his torso, holding him close against you while his heart beat steadily beneath your cheek. It had become a habit whenever you slept over – even more than usual nowadays – and you loved every minute of it.

As far as you were concerned, you would spend your life like this with him. And suddenly, an ebullient thought popped into your mind.

"Shōta?" You called, your voice muffled by his shirt. He hummed questioningly in response, and you lifted your head from his chest and looked up at his tired yet loving eyes.

"Eri called me 'maddy' today." You stated softly. Your words caused his features to change slightly, making him seem pensive. But he did not react negatively at all. Instead, he gently placed a hand behind your neck, bringing your face back into his chest.

He stroked your arm with the other hand before moving to kiss your brow softly. "Eri does call you that sometimes," he murmured, his fingers continuing their dance along your skin, moving in slow patterns, making you relax. "Well, at least when she's talking about you. She always refers to you like that to me. Don't mind it." He added before letting out a sigh.

You nodded once, and his hand finally stilled at your earlobe after trailing idle patterns across your skin. "It's just… something Eri calls you sometimes. I don't mind it either, though." He assured, his fingers moving to brush your cheek.

You exhaled a sigh, feeling the weight of the conversation settle on your shoulders – this was precisely why you had been avoiding talking about these things. You were not sure where it had come from, but somehow, Eri had caught you off guard.

So, you swallowed the lump you had in your throat to admit what you thought. "I liked it," you said quietly. His hand paused for a fraction of a second before it resumed its movements along your skin. "Really?" He inquired.

You nodded your head slowly in reply, feeling the muscles in your face starting to ache with the effort of keeping it neutral. Then, he stayed silent for longer than necessary before saying something else.

"Good," he voiced, "I'm fine with it."

This statement surprised you slightly, but you did not say anything about it, letting him continue with his movement along your shoulder blade and upper back. Then, he finally settled his hand on your side, and the room fell with a comfortable silence.

Soon, Shōta's heartbeat was lulling you to sleep without you even realizing it, and despite your efforts to stay awake for a bit longer to enjoy each other's presence for a while, you both fell asleep quite fast.

About half an hour later, however, you were brought back to awakening with the door widening open.

"Maddy?" Eri asked shakily; tears you could not see due to the darkness in the room formed in her eyes, her bottom lip trembling slightly as a tiny whimper slipped past her lips, pleading for attention.

You quickly sat up in the bed, yanking Shōta away from his slumber with the sudden movement, causing him to groan lowly.

"Eri? What happened?" You questioned, squinting your eyes at the small frame in the doorway, worry stamped on your face. "Did you have a bad dream?"

The little girl only hiccupped before nodding faintly. You immediately shifted, turning toward a sleepy-looking Aizawa, who blinked his eyes open before rubbing them, attempting to clear the drowsiness from sleep.

When he noticed that Eri had woken up, he pushed himself upright, propping himself against the pillows. "What happened?" He asked worriedly.

And instead of answering his question, you gently coaxed a "come here" to the kid, patting the space beside you on the bed so she could climb up between you.

She wasted no time climbing up, settling herself in your lap with her face buried into the crook of your neck, arms snaking around it before she began sniffling loudly. Then, you moved your arm downward over her legs, grabbing the blankets before pulling them up.

"Shush, now, dear. You are safe." You reassured the girl in your lap, running your hand soothingly through her hair. "Everything is alright. Go back to sleep, okay? We are here with you." You whispered.

She seemed appeased with your assurance and buried herself further into your embrace before closing her eyes again. You wrapped your free arm around her midsection, pulling her closer as you glanced at Aizawa, whose expression was frustratingly unreadable.

But he sighed heavily, moving an arm up to rest it over both of your middles, pulling you closer together. And without hesitation, you nestled into the warmth of the bed, closing your eyes as Shōta ran a hand down your arm, coming up and grasping your hand tightly in his.

Your lips curved into a smile at the sight you caught yourself in: Eri had her arm tangled around your neck with her leg plopped over your hip, while Aizawa caged you both as you nestled together, which caused your heart to swell. It felt like home.

And after a few moments, Aizawa's eyes drifted shut as exhaustion claimed him. And soon, all three of you fell asleep holding each other.

When you opened your eyes to greet the next day, Aizawa was already awake, resting his head over an arm as he stared at the ceiling. Eri was sprawled in the middle of the bed, seeming peaceful in her slumber.

For a moment, you just watched them for a long time, smiling at the sight before you reached a hand towards the man. He seemed lost in thought as he kept staring blankly above him, so you traced the contours of his face silently with the back of your fingers to make him realize that you were awake.

A faint smile adorned his lips at the sensation. "Morning," he greeted, his voice low and hoarse.

"Morning." You replied, giving him a warm smile as his eyelids lowered. "Sleep well?" You inquired, your tone light as you moved your hand to run a finger down the length of his forearm, pausing at his wrist to rest your arm over the sleeping kid between you both.

A deep sigh left his mouth before he answered. "Yeah." His voice trailed off as he glanced at you, studying you intently for a moment. "Are you okay?" He questioned after a short pause, his eyes boring into yours. You smiled in response, nodding your head slightly.

"Didn't think you would take that well." He commented quietly, and you frowned. "Why wouldn't I? Eri is important enough for me. It does not matter what happens." You admitted quietly, unsure why you had confessed your feelings this easily.

"I know." He muttered. "I just... I never expected you would be okay with that." He added, lifting his arm off the pillow and stretching lazily. "And I never expected you would go out of your way to look after her all by yourself." He added with a sigh.

You shrugged, shifting your gaze down toward the sleeping girl. "Maybe I want to." You whispered, biting your lip at what you wanted to confess.

And without warning, his hand came up and cupped your face, his thumb brushing tenderly over your cheekbone. His expression softened, a small smile gracing his lips.

"I do, too." He said quietly before pressing a soft kiss against your forehead, dropping his hand onto the bed. He then turned his head slightly, glancing down at Eri. You followed his gaze for a few seconds, observing how peacefully she lay.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips before you shifted your eyes again and gazed directly into his own. "Do you think we will ever be a real family?" You breathed out quietly, taking him by surprise.

You knew he was not one for expressing his emotions very well, but you could tell that this question weighed heavily on his heart as much as it did in yours.

A soft smile spread on your lips before a small laugh slipped past you. "Who knows, I guess?" You shrugged nonchalantly, watching as the corners of his lips curled upwards slightly as well.

"Yeah... maybe. I hope so."

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moonlight-tarot-11-11 · 4 days

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How To Confess Your Feelings To Your Person <3

This reading is for those who want to be the ones to confess their feelings for someone, but aren't sure how to or if they should.

Pile 1 Pile 2 Pile 3

General Energy for all piles:

Pile 1:

Take them to a nice place! I feel like your person likes to dress up or dress nicely in general. They like to go all out with outfits, specially for special occasions. They seem to like to go out for drinks, tea, coffee, for any sort of beverage in general. You have a good idea of what they like. It's better to take things with patience. As I'm writing this, my hands are shaking and it's a little hard to write. You might feel restless or want to speed things up out of nervousness. Try to relax. Be chill and have fun with them.

The first things you should do is be courageous enough to ask them if they would like to hang out with you. Your person is standing in more of a feminine energy (regardless of gender) so it's suggested for you to have a plan. There's no need to rush in or be extremely nervous. They like your company and want to spend time with you.

The three of cups came out, but I feel like you and your person want just for the two of you to be together. This outing is better if it's just you two or if it ends up with just the two.

I keep being told not to rush in or be impatient. Feels like you've been planning on confessing for a while so there might be this need to get to the point. But your person likes to spend time with you and this type of "old lover story' confession". Putting them on the spot out of nowhere could make them uncomfortable. For most reading this, your person likes to label or title their relationships (boyfriend, girlfriend, romantic partner, spouse, things like that). And again for most, your person has feelings for you! I see a great conclusion to this outing and many happy moments with the two of you!

Songs: Daylight - Harry Styles | like i do - Nightly | Ophelia - The Lumineers

Pile 2:

There's something you should let go of or show your person something. You know what you should do and you know the things that have happened between you and your person.

How should you confess your feelings? Show you've actually changed. Admit your wrongs and be truthful. Most of you have changed. You're no longer static being indifferent and 'unbothered' anymore.

I don't know if they'll accept being in a relationship with you. This pile feels very split. I know this isn't a satisfying answer, but because many of the people reading this pile have hurt in someway their person in the past, it's a 50/50.

You, the individual, know your person and know their answer. I had a hard time picking up what you should do or how because your intuition has already given you those answers. Your intuition has been telling you the answer your person will give you.

Some advice is for you to show your true colors to them. Show up as yourself. Speak with the truth before the opportunity is gone.

Songs: NEVER MET! - CMTEN, Glitch Gum | Some Where Only We Know - Keane | do re mi - blackbear

Pile 3:

A strong suggestion for you is not to confess until you've worked on yourself. You seem to be heartbroken or wanting to fill a void with the person on your mind. You're emotionally closed off or you just don't know where to go and are hoping for someone to guide you.

Again, strong suggestion for you to work on yourself, figure yourself out. What you want, where you want to go, what is this void you're trying to fill, and have better understanding of yourself.

Once you're more secure in who you are, have gone inwards and worked on this heartache, then it's more ideal for you to confess.

However, if you don't want to do any of that and just confess your feelings then here's how to do it:

For most, your person seems to like nature. Going on a walk to the mountains, beach, park, or just anything that has to do with nature. For most, your person has or is developing feelings for you.

Planning something relaxing and not touching upon conflicting or dark topics.

When you are confessing, be sure of yourself and what you're saying. Be clear and don't back out or try to manipulate them if they give you an answer you don't like. Don't say things like 'it's a joke' or a self deprecating comment.

If you go this route and end up dating or in a relationship - don't stop your self development.

Songs: WASTE Speed Up Version - Kxllswxtch | Demons - Alec Benjamin | Heartbeat - Childish Gambino

I hope this was helpful! Thank you for being here! 💕💖💕

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it-happened-one-fic · 10 months

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Play the Fool - Dottore (Part 4)

Author's Notes: Just one more after this one this series will be done! It's kind of odd in a lot of ways to write a series that unfolded the way this one did. But overall, I'm satisfied. Just like the previous parts, I listened to "Black Sea" by Natasha Blume while writing this. Reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Mer-Dottore/ Merman AU/ gender-neutral reader/ I'm not gonna label this as fluff since that doesn't feel quite right, but know that it's NOT angst, yandere, or anything like that

Word Count: 2307

Trigger Warning: Discussion of past crimes including murder (Dottore), Fatui are generally shady

[Part One], [Part Two}, {Part Three}, {Part 4: You're Here!}, {Part Five}

EDIT: Entire series now available on AO3! (link deleted due to glitches)

“You’re out, now what?” I sat on the toilet at a safe distance from Dottore’s tank, my head resting in one hand as I questioned the now unmasked merman.

He emerged from the water once more, an indefinable smile on his face as he resurfaced. He’d recovered from having been in proximity to that strange algae at an impressive rate. But then, he’d made that gunk himself, he’d no doubt formulated it so that his recovery would be fast.

“The final step. It's time I returned to my lab to continue my work,” I stared at him dumbly before straightening as his words registered.

I could hardly believe what I was hearing, “You’re going to reverse your own mistake, get your legs back, and take back over as a harbinger?”

He nodded, rising just a little more out of the water and gripping the edge of the tank with a slow roll of his fingers, “And you will help.”

I swallowed, determined to not let myself be threatened even as I refused to merely accept his orders, “And why would I do that?”

My voice came out level, and, if anything, he appeared to be pleased as he responded, “Do you really have a choice? With us both having disappeared from their headquarters the Fatui will rightly assume that you have taken me.”

I crossed my arms, shifting into a more comfortable position myself, “Who said I was disappearing? I intend to go back tomorrow and act like I know nothing. I’ll face punishment, but that's better than being condemned as an enemy of the Tsaritsa. And something tells me you can’t return to your original state before dawn.”

“And that is why you’ll get me what I need from the lab tomorrow. The longer I remain missing the worse your punishment, and it will reach the point of death. After all, you’re of no use to them if I’m not there.”

His words were true, frustratingly so. My position had not greatly changed even if his had. I still had to play along with his plans or face death in some form or another.

Either way, I was in way over my head now. It seemed that it was do or die.

“What do you need?” That knowingly confident smile spread across his face once as soon as I spoke. But he’d won. Again.

“There’s a vial. It holds a small amount of what appears to be black water. That is the cure. It will no doubt be in the head scientist’s office.” I grimaced at his words, knowing they meant I would have to deal with the person who would be most upset by this entire situation. The head scientist.

It wasn’t long before I was frowning slightly though, noting the other meaning that Dottore’s words held.

He had already crafted himself a cure that the head scientist had been holding onto this entire time. Meaning it had already been made by the time Dottore had been found. So Dottore had known what his experiment might cause and had created himself a fail-safe.

But I didn’t question any of this. Instead, I focused on his instructions and the potential problems they held, “And if he doesn’t have it anymore?”

Dottore’s tail curled languidly under him as he smiled just as smoothly, “He does. He needs it.”

I frowned, but remained silent as I stood. Assuming that the cure was needed because no one else knew that Dottore could still speak. That cure was, no doubt, the head scientist’s get out of jail free card. If Fatui ever made demands… If he ever needed his maniacal genius to save his own skin he would have to cure him.

I glanced at the clock as I tucked the list into my pocket and realized, with yet another frown, that I hadn’t gotten any sleep and now needed to head back into work. This time with the intentions of faking innocence and then stealing from the very people who’d be the most upset by the disappearance of Dottore.

I let out a sigh, turning towards the door only to get stopped by a wet hand wrapping tightly around my wrist and causing me to go tense. I didn’t even have to look to know who it was, but I turned nonetheless.

Dottore was leaned out of the tank, one arm reaching out to grasp my wrist while the other held him braced against the thick glass that surrounded him. I felt myself go slightly cold at the realization that I’d been well within his reach this entire time without even realizing it.

His mask was still off and his red-eyed stare now seemed to root me to the ground as he spoke once more. Only two words.

“Be careful.” It wasn’t a warning, but rather an order. With only those words he released me and slid back into his tank, his eyes staying on me even as I turned and walked away, feeling his gaze drilling into my back. A firm reminded of that singular order that had thrown me completely for a loop.

Even by the time I was walking into the room to face those who would doubtless condemn me, those words stayed with me. Puzzling me slightly since this whole time our interactions had been a delicate balance filled with questions of who would burn first. Me or him?

It was true that he needed me in order to get this potion or whatever, but Dottore was not the type to tell someone, or rather order them, to be careful. He was more the sort to ignore them since he quite simply had no care for a fellow person.

Dottore was not a man of compassion, but rather, was one of imposing intellect that was unconstrained by matters such as empathy. That was what made him so dangerous and so feared by the scientists.

But I didn’t truly have time to question his motives or reasoning. I would simply have to accept that all I understood was that, evidently enough, I was still quite necessary to whatever plans he held.

“You!” The head scientist’s head whipped around and he was pointing a condemning finger from the very second I’d opened the door. I ignored him though, staring at the empty tank that once held Dottore in mock horror. As if I’d had no clue that he wouldn’t be here.

My acting did little to convince the man in charge here though, and he crossed the room at surprising speeds.

“Where is he?” Bony fingers dug into my shoulder as the head scientist gripped me tightly, growling out his question in the most accusatory fashion possible.

I shook my head, my mouth gaping open in the appearance of shock, “I… What? What happened?!”

I pitched my voice high enough to draw the attention of others. It was something I’d done in the past when having to stop scientists from drawing too close to the merman who would drown them if given the chance. And just like always, it worked.

Play the fool and those who deem themselves greater will always come at the mere scent of possibility. It was something I’d learned during my time here, and though I didn’t understand why people here did it, it always worked.

“Hey, they obviously don’t know anything. There’s no way they could’ve made off with that monster anyway. They’re just the caretaker.” One of the other men stepped over and I recognized him as one of the soldiers who sometimes passed through. Nikita, I believed his name was.

He looked at me in an almost pitying fashion, but he did exactly what I’d needed him to. Make the head scientist appear foolish so that he would want to do any further interrogating in private.

“True, though that may be, they were the last person known to be near him.” The head scientist defended himself with a sniff before looking down at me with a special amount of irritation. But his hand had already been forced and he didn’t even know that I’d orchestrated it with a bit of amateur acting.

The man maintained his hold on me, steering me around so that I was walking in front of him like some sort of criminal being taken to a cell, “I must interrogate them further. The rest of you keep working!”

His words were barked as he shoved me through a door and into a large lab that I could only assume was his office. Especially when I noticed a small vial filled with about a tablespoon of black-looking water.

I was shoved roughly towards a seat right in front of the vial, placing it in tantalizingly close reach as he rounded the table.

“Where did you last see the creature?” His tone was dry once more as he looked down at me. He'd calmed down now and had once more reached the perspective that I was no more than a lesser worker. Which was exactly what I’d needed.

“In the tank, where he’d been placed for the cleaning. I left him there after feeding him his supper. That’s the last time I saw him… Really.” It was an excuse that lined up perfectly with what had been Pantalone’s plan.

I fidgeted with my fingers, pretending to be nervous about the man who now peered down at me as I tried to figure out how to swipe the vial in front of me. I had been incredibly lucky up until now and had relied on whoever it was that was pulling strings behind the scenes. But now this little conundrum fell to me and me alone.

Or so I thought it did until a polite knock was heard on the door.

The head scientist cursed almost silently under his breath before lifting his head and barking out a sharp, “What is it?”

The door opened and I got to watch as the head scientist went pale as not one, but two harbingers, stepped into the room.

One was Pantalone, who wore that same falsely polite smile that always served as his mask as he stepped in. His eyes flicked over to where I sat, now truly nervous, before they shifted back to the head scientist, “I understand that our merman was stolen. How did this happen?”

The head scientist floundered slightly before drawing himself up and spouting some sort of explanation that went entirely unheard by me since I was far too busy staring at the other harbinger.

I had never seen this one before, but if the gigantic suit of armor was anything to go by, I knew who he was. Il Capitano. Possibly the most famous of all the harbingers.

He stood silently, but even his mere presence was imposing, making it difficult to concentrate on the situation at hand.

He had none of the oily, false charm of Pantalone, nor did he possess the curious draw that Dottore held. But then, I had never met him and knew only of his supposed sense of justice.

“And what of this person?” His voice startled me, causing me tense and he gestured to me with an armored hand, sending both Pantalone and the head scientist’s gazes my way.

“They are the last person known to have seen Dottore in his tank, I am questioning them as to what they know.” The head scientist looked down his nose at me, almost like he was a principal gazing at a particularly naughty student.

“So they are the prime suspect,” Capitano now turned to look down at me and I shifted uncomfortably. Looking nervous was becoming less and less of an act as I pondered exactly how I was going to crawl my way out of this situation and get the vial for Dottore.

“Indeed… I recall they were to clean the tank,” Pantalone spoke in an almost solemn manner before he twisted to look at the armor-covered man. “They are the ones in charge of taking care of Dottore and his tank. Outside of that, they are no one of any real import.”

I almost slipped up and let my eyebrows jump up at his words. They almost sounded like he was trying to shift blame further away from me by making me sound as unimportant as possible. But, in the same sentence, his description of my job was not inaccurate.

“If that is the case, haven’t they had plenty of other opportunities to kidnap the merman or harm him in some way?” Capitano’s voice resounded once again, filling the room with its heavy, cultured tone that brooked little argument and I felt my eyes widen slightly at his words.

I watched, stunned, as the conversation slowly drifted away from me and back to the circumstances of the situation as the blame piled more and more onto the head scientist who’d let a precious commodity be stolen while under his care.

“You will help us look around the premises, after that we shall decide on your punishment…. The Tsaritsa is most displeased.” Capitano’s voice was dispassionate as he delivered his weighty decision that had the head scientist going pale.

I watched as all of them began to file out, Pantalone in the back of the line before he paused to look back at me, “You are free to go, but this matter will be revisited.”

A warning, but also a chance.

By now I was certain that there was someone helping Dottore from behind some curtain. There was no other way that this entire ordeal would go over so smoothly otherwise. I also had a feeling I knew who, but I would deal with that later.

I swiped the vial quickly, tucking it into a pocket inside my shirt before rebuttoning my jacket. Right now I had more pressing matters.

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kortsitron · 8 months

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What if there was a niran x gn reader where they where childhood best friends are separated by unforeseen circumstances (likely the vishkar things) , only to meet years later in a bustling city.

Unexpected meeting

✮ PARING Niran Pruksamanee × Gender Neutral! Reader

✮ WARNINGS fluff, childhood friends, platonic, ______ as (y/n), flashback

✮ SUMMARY After not seeing Niran for years, hearing all the rumors and accusations toward him - you meet him again and he has some explaining to do.

✮ A/N Not gonna lie, writing this made me realize that I really need to get back into writing more often again. It’s fun, and the request I got lately made me realize how fun writing is. I just need to write more often, so I can be as satisfied (or even more) with my writing as much as I was satisfied with it back then. Also thank you so much for the request and I hope you are going to enjoy this one shot! ♡

It’s been years since the last time you heard from him and it’s been even longer since the last time you saw him.

“Do not worry, ______. I’ll be back soon. It’s just three years.” Niran said with a smile. It almost never left his face. “I’ll call you everyday and text you as often as possible.” He added, as continued packing his stuff. His platinum blond hair falling on his shoulders.

“I know, but it’s going to be so boring without you.” You rolled your eyes. You leaned onto Niran. “You can’t just leave me like that. You pouted. Niran shook his head and chuckled when he saw the look on your face. “Don’t laugh at me, I’m serious.”

Niran giggled again and blew a raspberry. You gasped in a dramatic way, causing Niran to chuckle again. You blew a raspberry back and he blew one back again.

You lost contact with after he joined Vishkar Academy. You believed Vishkar demanded of him to not share anything related to what was going on in the area of the said academy.

You sighed as you thought about him. You’ve been best friends since childhood and even though you haven’t seen him in such a long time, he was often on your mind.

Especially after the conflict with Vishkar.

You still remember when you saw his face on the news. He was called a criminal and he became wanted in 17 countries. You had a hard time when you heard that.

Niran Pruksamanee was a criminal.

Media made him sound like he was a spoiled brat that was stealing Vishkar innovation and did not want to give it back.

But you knew it was all lies. You knew him too well and you were sure there was a good reason why he took the said innovation and ran away from the Vishkar Academy with it.

You blinked a few times, coming back to reality. You zooned out thinking about Niran again, but no one seemed to notice.

You fixed your hair and realized how busy the city suddenly was. But you weren’t surprised, late afternoon - some people were coming back from work, some were going out. It was getting dark.

You put the headphones on, enjoying your favorite playlist while you made your way home.

The city was beautiful at this hour. Colorful light and neon coming from the tall buildings, stores. The sky was getting darker and darker with every minute. The stars and moon slowly appeared, making the scenery even more eye pleasing.

You hummed in satisfaction as you looked up, observing the sky as the more stars became visible.

And then, you bumped into someone. Your headphones fell from your head and you almost fell as well. Luckily for you, the stranger’s strong hands grasped you tightly for a little moment, before he bent to grab your headphones.

His scent was quite familiar. It was floral and sweet. You haven’t smelled anything like since…

“Apologies. Are you alright?” His voice was melodic, almost angelic. You looked up at his face and your breath hitched.

Niran Pruksamanee himself was standing right in front of you.

“Niran…?” Your voice was barely a whisper. Your hand was shaking as you gently touched his face, you needed to check if he was real, that it wasn’t some dream and he wouldn’t disappear. But he didn’t. He was there, leaning into your touch, with the same smile he had when you saw him for the very last time.

“Yes?” He asks. “It’s been a while.”

You couldn’t help yourself at that moment. You threw yourself at him, hugging him tightly, not wanting him to go ever again.

“Woah!” He chuckled as you made him lose balance for a moment, but he regained it and wrapped his arms around you. “There, there. I missed you too.” He patted your back as he buried his face in your hair.

“We have so much catching up to do!” You haven’t been so happy in a while.

“Absolutely! We have so much to ta–”

“And you’ve got some explaining to do.” You cut him off and looked up at him with a serious expression on your face. Niran was caught off guard. He took a deep breath, then nodded. He knew you were right. You haven’t seen in so long, you heard so many things. You deserved to know the truth.

“Yes, you’re right. You deserve an explanation.” A soft smile returns to his face. “But not here.”

You hummed softly, finally taking your headphones back, putting them over your neck, before you took Niran’s hand in yours. “Then let’s go, I know a place where we can talk.”

“Make yourself at home.” Your voice was soft spoken. “I’ll make us some tea and we can talk.” You entered the kitchen as you began to make tea for the two of you.

He followed you, his hazel eyes sparkled with curiosity as he looked around the kitchen. You noticed this. "You can look around my apartment, I won’t mind." You shrugged. Niran gave you a quick nod before disappearing from the kitchen.

“I really like your apartment.” He commented, hearing you say “thank you” while he continued looking around. He saw pictures on your walls of the two of you from the good old days. The said pictures made Niran’s mind flow with pleasant memories, making his heart flutter.

He did not realize he was zoning out for a few minutes while staring at the pictures until he heard your voice. “Tea’s ready.” He turned to look at you as he watched you take a seat on the couch. He sat next to you, taking the warm mug in his hands. “Can you now tell what has been going on since the last time we saw each other?”

“About that…” He began, his face was serious as started explaining everything that happened. Like you suspected, Vishkar demanded for him to not contact anyone, because without their consent, nothing was supposed to be shared.

Then he explained the conflict he got himself into with Vishkar. He explained what the biolight was and why he made it. Niran wished to give his biolight to the world, but Vishkar disagreed and demanded for Niran to turn his technology over, claiming the ownership of the biolight.

But Niran ignored their demands and he ran away with his invention. And that’s how he became wanted in 17 countries.

You stayed quiet, thinking what you should say. This is not the explanation you expected to hear, but at least everything was clear and you knew the truth.

You finally spoke up again. “You’re not wanted here, right?”

“I believe I am safe here. But I’m still careful.”

“Do you need a place to stay?” You asked, your hands landing on top of his. “I wouldn’t mind. In fact I would like that a lot.”

He smiled softly, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. “Yes, I would like that a lot as well.”

#overwatch #gender neutral reader #gender neutral language #overwatch 2 #overwatch x reader #overwatch imagines #lifeweaver #niran pruksamanee #overwatch lifeweaver #niran pruksamanee x gender neutral reader #niran pruksamanee x reader #lifeweaver x you #lifeweaver x reader #overwatch fluff #fluff

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unlust-fvck · 2 years

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could you write poly!steddie with a needy reader and it’s just really fluffy?

— 🐰

those two idiots || poly!steddie

word count; 797

pairing; steve harrington x eddie munson x gender neutral reader

description; needy reader & their boys

warnings; fluff!!! shy!reader, established relationship

a/n; this was not proofread :’)

the clock beside your bed had been ticking unreasonably slow as you groaned in annoyance. you had been longing for comfort from your boyfriends all day. just even a pat on the head would satisfy you. steve had been at that godforsaken movie store that he complained about 24/7, while eddie was out and about with his band mates. you sighed to yourself as you pulled your legs up to your chest. you were just about to call family video to pester steve when you heard a door open from downstairs.

you tumbled out of your bed, hoping it was those infamous curls. instead, you had a very tired and obviously agitated steve in front of you. he took off his uniform, grumbling to himself about customers. he didn’t even notice you before him, one of eddie’s band tees draped along your small frame and steve’s boxers snug around your thighs.

“stevie?” you whispered in a small voice, not even recognizing the whine coming after it. he looked like he had seen a ghost as he jumped back. “ah— oh hey sweetheart,” he said, his tone lowering as he realized who it was. before he could kick his shoes off, you were attached at his hip, your arms around his waist as you nuzzled your head into his chest. “missed you.” you mumbled into his undershirt.

he chuckled and pecked your hair. he awed as his hands went to the small of your back. “i missed you too.” he hummed, his stress almost melting away. “when’s eds coming back?” you mumbled into his shirt. “dunno, soon i believe.” he hummed. you just nodded and didn’t let go. he took this as a sign to scoop you up and kick off his shoes as he carried you to the couch.

“what’d you do all day?” he hummed as he absently ran his fingers through your hair. you shrugged; truth is, all day you had just day-dreamt of eddie and steve taking care of you in such a fragile state that steve hadn’t picked up on yet. you whined at the thought, as you were too shy to tell him what you needed. typically eddie picked up on it pretty fast. steve nodded carefully and searched your big eyes for any cue as to why you were so quiet. his fingers continued to dance through your hair as you two sat in a half way comfortable silence.

a muffled rock song got closer and closer until it seemed close enough to make out the words. then it stopped and a car door was slammed shut. your head perked up as you stared at the door. an array of curls made his way through the door and kicked off his sneakers beside steve’s long discarded work shoes.

“eddie!” you cheered with a large smile. he chuckled and his hair bounced as he pattered to the couch. “hi baby.” he said through a dazzling grin. “what am i? chopped liver?” steve said with a pout before eddie leant down to peck his lips. even after an extended amount of time of dating, it still brought a pink hue to his cheek.

eddie caught on to your behavior as he snatched you from steve’s hold and held you close. your limbs wrapped around him like a koala bear as he attacked your jaw and neck with chaste kisses. you giggled and tugged at his hair gently. “someone left you all needy, didn’t they puppy?” eddie whispered into your ear with a small tsk. he looked over to steve and nodded his head toward you, which you couldn’t see.

steve nodded and mentally cursed himself as he stood up and pressed his chest to your back, his arms around both you and eddie. “m’sorry baby, i didn’t realize you were feeling like this.” he hummed into your ear. you told him that it was okay as you focused on the attention from the two of them.

after a bit of love was put in your system, the three of you were laid on the couch; eddie and steve sat next to eachother, the younger boy’s arm around steve. you sat in their laps, your head against eddie’s chest as some shitty horror movie played on the ancient tv. as your breath slowed, steve pressed a kiss to your hand and began playing with the array of bracelets on your wrist. you giggled sleepily and wriggled your fingers. “tickles.” you mumbled under your breath. he smiled and dropped the bracelets and instead began to kiss each of your knuckles and interlocking your hand with his.

your eyes focused back onto the tv and before you knew it, they closed due to the comforting hand in your hair from eddie.

you loved these two idiots.

#jays fics !!#anons 🐰 !!#requested #steddie #steddie x you #poly!steddie #fanfiction #eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #gender neutral reader

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howyouloveyourdragon · 1 year

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alpha rhaenyra and omega aegon (platonic) headcanons. she along with daemon come back to the keep and find they need to protect aegon and possibly the other kids from otto and alicent if she won't listen. I imagine people like otto would not be okay with any of the boys being omega as it possibly lessens their claim so would be angry. (really fluffy but little angsty). possibly ends up with Jace or someone else if you want to put in romance.

thank you evattude my love for this request! it was very fun to explore :) i strayed a little bit because i wasn't entirely sure which timeline to go with so i hope that that is okay! i added some fluffy jace romance at the end because come on i can't ignore that boy, im sorry if i have not quite integrated a/b/o dynamics as well as you want, it has been awhile since i wrote for that universe so im a bit rusty <3

dividers by: firefly-graphics

all her life, Rhaenyra has been made to feel lesser than for her gender; by Otto, the men at court, possible intendeds, everyone

so when aegon is born she resents him

he will be everything that she was not for her father and she cannot ignore that

but everything changes when she presents for the first time, every feeling is heightened

she can feel the power rushing through her veins, the strength, everything is going to change

she's certain

but then everything falls apart

she needs to satisfy her newfound hunger and her uncle is eager to show her the ways of their world, being an alpha himself

excitement boils her blood even further, desperate, hungry and eager to feed her inner dragon

but he rejects her, abandoning her in a cold brothel for his brother to assume the worst

so she finds another outlet in Ser Criston Cole

and when her father finds out of her urges he has half a mind to disinherit her but she is future Queen

he knows it, he feels it

so he allows this slip so long as she marries Laenor Velaryon, another alpha and heir to the Driftmark throne

she fights and claws while still up to the brim with these changes, still unused to the growth in her muscle and discomfort in her joints

her uncle is her mate and she is being torn from him

but she has no choice

they are fated, she is sure that one day they will joing again

slowly she agrees but begrudging

Rhaenyra is merely glad that can convince Laenor to stay at the castle with her

the years pass and she has born three sons, all promising and with increasing strength

her heir Jacaerys even bares the traits she had upon the brink of her presentation, she could not be more proud until the event in which a pig aids the breakdown of a family

and then the incident with Vhagar occurs and they leave for Dragonstone after a rushed wedding

a mate is something sacred, someone to protect with your life and both the uncle and niece intend to

until she walks in on a scene she wishes she could forget

her brows furrow, ears overhearing Otto Hightower's scold but to whom?

she peeks through the open doorway and her heart sink to curn her stomach

"What would your mother say?" The older man hisses, grasping the pale boy's shoulder

"I-I-I cannot–it's not my fault!" Her brother's words stumble, her sympathy breaches

a lump forms in her throat as familiar words belt in her ears

"This is not what your mother needs right now, you are a disappointment to the throne and a disappointment to me." Aegon holds back his flinch

"I do everything you ask of me," His voice sounds so quiet, so fragile

"And yet you are still not enough." The grown man sneers. "You were supposed to marry your sister, child. Tell me how an omega could be King? Answer me!"

Silence locks them in time. Torturous time.

which is why Rhaenyra clears her throat and lets her presence be known

"Have you no shame?" She bellows, sharp and encompassing the regality of a Queen crowned

Otto doesn't back down, he only quirks a brow and bows shortly

"Princess," He greets, contempt seeping from his tongue

his gaze flickers to his grandson

"A pleasure to see you after all this time." Aegon doesn't look at her, his gaze stays firmly planted on his shoes

her own lilac sights narrow on him

"Aegon," she calls

his head snaps up at the acknowledgement and Otto's lips part in surprise

Aegon slowly turns around and she winces at the red in his face, his eyes are so bloodshot she would assume him drunk again but his pupils are surprisingly trained

"What is wrong, dear boy?" he hesitates even more at the sight of her

she should enjoy that but it makes her skin crawl

"It is nothing of your concern, princess." Otto sneers and although he stands in front of his grandson, it is not a shield of protection, instead it is one of shame

she takes a step closer and then she smell it

a frown settles on her lips and an instinct to keep him protected emerges

"Come," she commands but neither move

Aegon stiffens and flickers his eyes between the two adults

"Aegon, come, I wish to speak with your mother. She will be pleased."

her hand outstretches and beckons him while Otto provides a firm look

he has always obeyed, he has always seeked approval and yet as he stands, on the verge of a whimper he considers the options

Rhaenyra has never cared much for him, he knows this but even if she were a wild boar, he would take his chances with her more than with his grandsire

he skitters over to her quickly so that Otto cannot argue with him and he takes her hand, suddenly feeling small

the journey is long and tense but she does not let go of his hand, rather she envelopes him into her side like she would Lucerys

"She will not be happy..." Aegon grumbles quietly, worry toiling in him

"Whom?" Rhaenyra's brows pinch

"My mother."

Rhaenyra hums at the clarity

"Then it is a good thing we are not seeing her."

shock engulf his pupils which flit up, his eyes widen

"Th-Then where are we–"

"Your father." She murmurs, bitterness tasting her teeth. "He owes a favour to me." She sighs. He stops instantly and shakes his head, trying to pull away from her.

"No. No. No. No." he refuses, sniffles bridling in his nose "No, he does not wish to see me, no."

"Do you wish for a change of environment or not?" That spins his mind. His breath hitches and he frowns

"What?" He asks in a quiet breath.

"Daemon and I have been lonely as of late," She murmurs despite them both knowing the blanket adjacent lie spilling from her mouth

perhaps it is even sweeter than the wine he loves

"You would...You would have me?" He returns in question. she scans over him, his feeble legs and downcast expression

"You are more than he thinks you are." She states and steps closer. "I did not ask for the crown brought to me and yet I have embraced it. Despite this I would not...I would not allow force to garner our actions. And besides, the boys love you, they would love to see their uncle at all hours."

a soft smile twitches at his lips

"They miss you," she assure, her hand resting on his shoulder

"Really?"

she smiles. "Really."

and so the arrangement is slowly built

he cannot always stay in Dragonstone but he may visit for as long as he wishes and vice verse

though he had to ignore the betrayal lingering in his family's eyeys from time to time, how the embarrassment creeps beneath his skin

and yet riding Sunfyre with Jacaerys at his back is the warmest he has ever felt

he never flushes near Helaena and yet when his nephew beams at him, something unknown stirs

it is not lust, it is warmth

Jacaerys is his warmth and finally Aegon understands why Rhaenyra took charge to dispel his engagement to Helaena so strongly

he has never been happier, never felt more complete

and then Jacaerys presents, an alpha too and eager to protect him too

when they are finally visiting King's Landing and he has never been more excited, sure it is to reaffirm Lucerys' claim to Driftmark but it is no less exciting

he cannot hope but pretend they are coming all this way for him despite his true mind

he prepares himself early, dresses, washes and keeps as well behaved as he's able

Alicent is shocked to say the least but it is pleasant

she thinks that perhaps he is finally ready to be king, perhaps responsibility has finally brought him peace

but alas she watches as he runs to embrace his elder sister and she hardens at the warmth between them

he disobeys her for a woman who would strike him dead at the hint of his claim

Aegon tries to take no notice when later that day, Alicent is digging her nails into his arm

he had beckoned the family over but at the pain twitching his features, Rhaenyra had declined, all too aware of Hightower priorities

Rhaenyra becomes distracted by the ferocity in which she defends her son's claim and Aegon can't help but admire her

it wounds Alicent deeper than any cut

because he cannot understand that she is doing the same

that she is protecting him

then the King seats the throne and Rhaenys confirms her support once Rhaena's betrothal to Lucerys is announced

a sly glimmer flashes in his other nephew's eye however which he cannot discern

and then it happens

his eyes widen and his lips part, a gasp erupting from between them

another betrothal

one for him

without his sister's name and in it's place is Jacaerys

and when they connect eyes, he knows

he knows

that also snaps up his family's attention

even his father's who considers it carefully before agreeing

and that turns a regular family dinner into a betrothal dinner

the first in a long which ends with both comfort and hurt

but it stops a war

Aegon does not need power in his veins to feel the warmth of a dragon and seat a throne

both siblings will have their turn to rule, those who call for bitterness will be removed and those who insult Aegon's status will be punished for questioning

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delusionalwings · 1 year

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congrats on the follower milestone! hope many more to come!

can i get 9 for diavolo for the event, please?

thank you so much! hope you enjoy! have a lovely day/night ^^

Prompt - "Do you realise all that I have done for you?"

yandere Diavolo x gender neutral reader

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Curiosity had always been Diavolo's charm. His dream to observe and understand the world hadn't been fulfilled because of his responsibilities. So, it was decided that his aspirations and vision would be brought to him instead.

When he planned the exchange programme, he was mostly hoping to enrich the Devildom culture and to see the world that was denied to him because of his birth. He was not expecting to start obsessing - he was smart enough to know that that was all - and certainly not with a human, a race he considered beneath his own, with their mortality and physical weakness. It also didn't help that he found your manners fascinating, to an extent that he could no longer be satisfied with his lot. He couldn't fathom how you had successfully tamed the seven rulers of hell. You were a prized creature, so you must belong to him.

He hadn't been worried about your safety at first. Sure, if you had been the victim of an accident, his name would be tainted so he had latchkeys assigned to make sure that you returned back to the human world in one piece. However, it was no more than an amusing game for him in the start, watching your every move in a foreign, even deadly, realm. Now, he needed to know that you were fine. Human corpses in the Devildom seldom made good companions, after all, and heavens knew that Diavolo had no chance of making acquaintances on a daily basis so he must hold on to the interesting ones with all his life force. You had bewitched the devil himself, and now he couldn't smile at the risks to your life. He was hunted by the thought of your demise. So, he locked you up.

When you complained, he smiled boisterously before a hard glint appeared in his eyes.

"Do you realise all that I have done for you? You woud have lived your entire life without knowing about the three realms if it hadn't been for me and my exchange programme. Now, you get to be by my side as a ruler, the ruler of beings who can kill you in a blink. Be grateful. It's only fair that you indulge me after all the opportunities I gave you."

It didn't matter that all you didn't want any of it at all. You would be anywhere but there, in front of a predator setting gaze on his prey. After all, that was what all demons were to you if you were to judge them by their prince.

Controlling monsters with a facade.

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promptfairy · 2 years

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❥ 𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 [ 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 ] .

sentence starters based on lyrics from various songs by elton john . some lyrics have been modified to be more usable . change gendered language & add context to your needs . happy roleplaying !! ♡

“ it’s a little bit funny , this feeling inside . ” “ i’m not one of those who can easily hide . ” “ i don’t have much money , but boy , if i did . . . i’d buy a big house where we both could live . ” “ i know it’s not much , but , it’s the best i can do . ” “ yours are the sweetest eyes i’ve ever seen . ” “ it’s lonely out in space . ” “ i’m not the man they think i am at home . ” “ mars ain’t the kind of place to raise your kids . ” “ it’s cold as hell . ” “ all the science , i don’t understand . ” “ it’s just my job five days a week . ” “ i think it’s gonna be a long , long time . ” “ don’t look at it like it’s forever . ” “ between you & me , i can honestly say that things will only get better . ” “ while i’m away , dust out the demons inside . ” “ it won’t be long before you & me run to the place in our hearts where we hide . ” “ time on my hands could be time spent with you . ” “ picture my face in your hands . ” “ live for each second without hesitation . ” “ never forget i’m your man . ” “ cry in the night if it helps . ” “ i simply love you more than i love life itself . ” “ i guess that’s why they call it the blues . ” “ you can always count on me for sure . ” “ that’s what friends are for . ” “ i’ll be on your side forevermore . ” “ prima donna , lord , you really shoulda been there . ” “ one more beer , & i don’t hear you anymore . ” “ we’ve all gone crazy lately . ” “ you almost had your hooks in me , didn’t you , dear ?? ” “ you nearly had me roped & tied . ” “ you’re a butterfly , & butterflies are free to fly . ” “ it’s four o’clock in the morning , damn it !! ” “ i’m sleepin’ with myself tonight . ” “ someone saved my life tonight . ” “ you could never know what it’s like . ” “ there’s a cold , lonely light that shines from you . ” “ you’ll wind up like the wreck you hide behind that mask you use . ” “ did you think this fool could never win ?? ” “ i’m still standing after all this time . ” “ i’m pickin’ up the pieces of my life without you on my mind . ” “ once , i never could have hoped to win . ” “ you’re starting down the road & leaving me again . ” “ if our love was just a circus , you’d be a clown by now . ” “ i can’t light no more of your darkness . ” “ i’m growin’ tired , & time stands still before me . ” “ it’s too late to save myself from falling . ” “ don’t let the sun go down on me . ” “ although i search myself , it’s always someone else i see . ” “ don’t discard me just because you think i mean you harm . ” “ these cuts i have , they need love to help them heal . ” “ you had the grace to hold yourself while those around you crawled . ” “ i would’ve liked to know you , but i was just a kid . ” “ your candle burned out long before your legend ever did . ” “ loneliness was the toughest role you ever played . ” “ you flirt with any old face that comes along . ” “ i won’t be your whipping boy . ” “ i was thirty , i look like fifty , but i feel like sixty - three . ” “ you’re dirty , but you’re worth it . ” “ i’m on a losing streak . ” “ i can’t seem to get much sleep . ” “ until i saw your city lights , honey , i was blind . ” “ change is gonna do me well . ” “ living in the city ain’t where it’s at . ” “ i can bitch because i’m better than you . ” “ what have i gotta do to make you love me ?? ” “ what have i gotta do to make you care ?? ” “ what do i do to make you want me ?? ” “ what have i gotta do to be heard ?? ” “ why can’t we talk it over ?? ” “ sorry seems to be the hardest word . ” “ something tells me you’re not satisfied . ” “ you’ve got plans to make me one of four or five . ” “ i guess this kind of thing’s just in your blood . ” “ this vicious cycle’s getting out of hand . ”

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bangchansslut6 · 8 months

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°•°•—I like the dark..do you?—•°•°

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Hello!! This is my very first blog and I hope to satisfy all of your guys needs with it!!

[Age]

[Language]

{{My mother tounge is *not* English so they're may be some spelling mistakes! Also for English I am not sure how to use "," properly so I won't be using it until I think needed so please ignore if it's in wrong spots or not in words where it's needed!}}

[More about me]

{{I am a really shy person in real life and I find it hard to talk to people about these things so I wanted to see people who relate to me! I'm not that shy with words on tumblr tho!!}}

WRITING

[Who I write for?]

{{I mostly will write for "Stray kids" but I also will write for "BTS" and in the future for "ATEEZ"!!}}

[What am I comfortable writing?]

[Kinks I will *not* write for]

[Kinks I will write for]

[Things I'm comfortable with]

{{Smoking, any type drug, kidnapping, yandere, age gap, body shaming (if it's by a side character that gets told off later) mafia, blood, vomit, beating, past or present abuse, multiple people, threesom or more, gender swap}}

[Explanation on why I allow "Noncon" and "Dubcon"]

{{People who have delt with this in the past find comfort and healing in this. Some people can fight against what they are feeling while reading this. It is just for entertainment it is not to be taken seriously. This is a horrible thing and it should not he sexulaized}}

[What will I write?]

ASKS

[How to act like in asks?]

{{Be nice and respectful. I'll try to awnser all asks as soon as possible and as good as I can.}}

OTHER

[How should you act to others?]

{{1. No and I mean NO kink shaming. Everyone loves and likes what they like and it is none of your business! 2. No body shaming. 3. No racism or homophobia}}

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standing-restart · 2 years

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Heyyyy! I’m the anon who asked for the Lewis wanting to his George with his gf reader

What you wrote was so sexy! Would love to see what happens next

- 🍉

Once again thank you for sending this in! Sorry it took me so long to get to this, but I hope you enjoy it now that it’s here!

Part one Summary: your boyfriend Lewis confesses that he’d like to watch you have sex with George - with summer break happening, the three of you have three days (and maybe you’ve grown a bit impatient...) Word count: 2744 Content warnings: Female reader and gendered language. Oral sex (both giving and receiving.) Safe sex. Unsafe sex. A slight mention of cum eating ✌️

Neither one of you texts George about the idea in the end.

It becomes a private thing, something either one of you brings up in the bedroom from time to time, yet, something that’s never far from your minds all the same. You pick out lingerie, and can’t help but think about George’s reaction to seeing you in it, as well as Lewis’. When Lewis makes you moan, he can’t help but whisper ‘George could make you feel just as good’ in your ear.

After all, it’s easier to fantasize about it in a place where the both of you know for certain you won’t be rejected. The two of you talk about it, cuddled up against one another in the brief interlude between races. One of Lewis’ hands on your thigh, thumb drawing circles on the skin.

George still comes over, still eats the meals you’ve made (or which you ordered out, you’ve got to be honest with yourself there) and the guys still play video games while you’re nestled next to Lewis on the couch watching the screen. He is just as much a fixture in your lives as he’s always been before. Except now, you can’t help but watch him a bit closer, noticing stolen glances and shy smiles more often when he thinks you’re not looking.

You’re rarely not looking at George these days.

They come home for the summer break, a few days scraped together after Hungary before Lewis is going to whisk you away for a summer holiday, and George has plans with some friends. Three days. That’s the time you have together until the booked flights leave England.

“So - ” you wander into the living room, seeing the usual display of Lewis turning on the PlayStation, two controllers already laying out on the coffee table. “ - are you two satisfied with the first half of the season?” maybe it’s mean of you to bring up work when clearly they want to relax. They’ve already gone over the data before flying out, there’s no need for them to mentally run over these last few months again.

It’s just that you have a plan, and it won’t do if they’re talking about COD.

London has been unreasonably hot for the time of year, the summer truly doing your head in even in an apartment with an air conditioner. It’s perfectly reasonable for you to be wearing a short summer dress in the privacy of your own home, thank you very much.

Lewis spots what you’re wearing from the corner of his eye, and gives you a supportive smile and a wink when George’s eyes are fixated on the TV in front of him. “I would much rather not talk about work, love. If you don’t mind.” he reaches out for you, holds your hand as you step around the couch to slot into your usual position at his side. Except, this time, you don’t slip into the open space on his right side. Instead, you sit down in the limited space to his left. Moving yourself between the two drivers.

It’s cramped, especially with the heat and the way they are wearing shorts and short sleeves. Skin touching skin even when you might not fully have meant to (but you meant to, everything you’re about to do you’ve been meaning to do for a long time.) “Fine, I won’t bring it up again.” you reach over to give him a kiss, shifting ever so slightly until you know the curve of your ass is resting against George’s thigh.

You can tell he’s holding his breath, so naturally, you decide to get a bit more comfortable. Leaning into him some more, as you give Lewis another kiss.

“George - ” it’s all too easy to bat your eyelashes at him, to see a slight blush creep up his cheeks. “ - what do you want to talk about, dear?” term of endearment rolls off your tongue with ease as you stretch your legs. Draping one across his lap before shifting some more so that your back is now pressed to Lewis’ side.

He’s clearly trying to look anywhere but you (or Lewis) with his gaze fluttering between the controller in his hands and the screen before him. But he hasn’t answered your question yet, and it’s incredibly rewarding to see the gears turning in his head.

Lewis has his arm resting on the back of the couch, his hand reaching down to toy with the shoulder strap of your dress playfully. He’s picking up to your plan nicely. “I don’t think George wants to talk about anything right now.” his tone is playful as he kisses the top of your head, his hand pulling the strap down inch by inch, exposing the tiniest bit of your collarbone to George’s eyes.

“Maybe he wants to do something, rather than talk?” you mumble, shifting your leg around ever so slowly to get more comfortable. You can feel George getting hard as you ‘accidentally’ brush against him. George is watching you now, incapable of looking away as your own hands pull the hem of your dress up to expose your thighs a bit. “You two can play your game, I’ll watch.”

You see George looking up at Lewis, but you can’t see the look Lewis gives him in response. It must be a good one, though, because George’s expression softens around the edges. Becomes less scared, and more at ease. The guys pick up their controllers again, but George runs his hands up and down your lower leg whenever he doesn’t need to have both hands on the piece of plastic.

He eases back into it, leaning back into the couch. He keeps glancing at you more often, and this time, he doesn’t look away as if he’s been caught red-handed whenever he finds you staring back.

The two of them get three matches. Three matches during which you’re sitting perfectly still, watching them play from the corner of your eye. You aren’t interested in the game, you’re far more interested in the way the tip of George’s ears remain red.

George looks like he’s having an out-of-body experience the moment you slide your dress up even more, exposing a glimpse of your panties to the man. You can feel Lewis chuckling behind you. He, naturally, knows how direct you can be when you see something you want.

You know he agrees with this, it’s been something that the two of you have spoken about in great detail by now. It was his idea to begin with, and with only three days to spare between this moment and goodbyes that would stretch for weeks – it was only fair of you to shoot your shot now.

“It’s alright, George. Lewis doesn’t mind.” you’re practically purring now, propping up your leg to expose yourself some more to him, wandering fingers stroking down your own thigh. The two of them are exchanging some more looks, but you know Lewis is on your side the moment he slips the shoulder straps of your dress down your shoulders, sliding his hand between the fabric and your chest until he’s casually cupping one of your breasts.

It feels natural, to be with the both of them like this, even when George hasn’t made a single move to touch you yet. Lewis seems to have noticed this as well, finally speaking. “We both want you to, actually.” another kiss is offered to the top of your head as Lewis squeezes you in a way that he knows makes you arch into the touch.

George finally, finally, moves. Reaches out with one hand until it rests on your knee, looking into your eyes as if he’s trying to find a single reason not to move forward. He won’t find it there, obviously, but it’s nice of him to still look. “Come on, pretty boy.” you hear yourself saying as you reach out to pull the collar of his shirt, drawing him closer until he’s practically on top of you, steadying himself with his hand still on your knee.

When he finally kisses you, it nearly feels electric.

Your dress is quickly discarded, two sets of hands helping you out of the fabric, and you use your newfound freedom to crawl onto George’s lap. One hand buried in the man’s hair, while the other impatiently tugs on his shirt, willing it off with held breath.

Lewis just watches from his position on the couch, a smile playing on his lips. Heaven knows, the video game is long since abandoned.

“There you go, love.” his voice drifts through the room as you sink to your knees between the coffee table and the couch, pulling George’s shorts down with you as you go. “Make George feel good, you know you can.” the two of you haven’t really discussed talking during this, but now that Lewis has started doing so, you don’t want him to stop. You want him to keep talking, you want him to keep guiding you through this.

George moans as you experimentally lick up the length of his cock, keeping your gaze fixated on his face as you do so. He’s smaller than Lewis, but he fits perfectly in your hand all the same. “Isn’t she gorgeous?” the pride which drips from Lewis’ voice as he watches you suck off his friend is nearly too much. You can’t help but coo at the offered praise as you take George into your mouth, making sure to do your absolute best in making him feel good.

“Yeah - ” George puts his hand in your hair, running his fingers through it softly. “ - she really is.”

You love to watch him unravel because of your mouth. Love to see him slump into the cushions of the couch, love to see him grip the armrest as if his life depends on it. You know Lewis is watching you, he, too, reaches out to cradle to back of your head as you take George down your throat. Moaning around him as you do your best to take all of him.

A few minutes pass by where you’re just blissfully sucking off George. You’ve waited long enough for this, and you know that he has too, there’s no need to rush things along. After all. You’ve got three whole days. “You know, sometimes I think she could get off from just this.” Lewis mumbles, his hand still in your hair. “She’s so enthusiastic. So eager to please.”

It’s incredible how much his voice alone turns you on.

“She’s most certainly very skilled at this.” George sounds breathless. You can’t read him in the same way you can Lewis, but you know that the man is nearing an orgasm just from the way his fingers clench into the fabric of the couch and his laboured breathing alone. “Lots of practice.” you mumble as you pull yourself off his cock, leaning towards Lewis for a kiss.

Lewis is hard, you can see his bulge straining against his shorts. Maybe next time you should ask for them both at the same time, they both look at you as if they’re willing to give you that.

“Come on - ” Lewis slaps your ass playfully as he helps you up, guiding you to once more sit on George’s lap. “ - show him how good your pussy feels.” he’s smirking, kissing your right shoulder while George sucks a hickey underneath your ear.

George already has a hand between your thighs, slipping a finger between your folds as you position yourself above his cock, enjoying the way it feels simply to sit on his lap for a moment. “We should have done this a long time ago.” your laughter turns into a moan as George’s finger comes to rest against your lips, wet. Tip of your tongue is eager to lick it clean, and you swear you can see George’s eyes roll into the back of his head for a moment.

“Wait. Not like this.” George mumbles underneath his breath as you reach down to help him position himself. Both you and Lewis hold your breath, the both of you have known that George has wanted this for perhaps just as long as you two have, but suddenly the fear of this being a mistake becomes a palpable reality. “What’s wrong?” you ask as you lean in to kiss him once more. He lets you. He even kisses you back, one hand resting on the small of your back to steady you.

“Not on a couch.” his voice is barely above a whisper, words offered to your lips between hungry kisses. He wants you, you want him, and Lewis wants the both of you to have each other. Lewis’ hand is on your thigh, connecting you to him in an intimate gesture. “Let me take you to bed?” it’s a question, but you know that George insists on it all the same.

He’s such a gentleman, even when you’ve already had his cock in your mouth.

He carries you to the bedroom after you let out a breathless ‘yes’. You’ve known that he was just as strong as Lewis, just as physically fit as your boyfriend, and yet, it’s still a surprise when you feel yourself being lifted by his arms.

The bed is not far away, and before you know it, your back hits the mattress and George has his face between your legs. Eating you out with determination. Lewis takes a seat behind you, allowing you to rest your head on his lap while George opens you up with a steady tongue and clever fingers.

Lewis is whispering praise into your ear, softly enough that he not drowns out the small sounds George makes from between your legs as the man draws your first orgasm of the evening out of you. He’s far too proud of it, smiling widely when he reaches up to kiss you again. Lewis is quick to hand him a condom as he’s still stroking your hair, the both of them giving you a moment to catch your breath and come back down to earth.

You’re grateful for Lewis, looking up at him and seeing the want in his eyes is incredible. “Come on, babe.” you laugh, looking at George as you hook a leg around his waist and draw him in closer. He does not require much coaxing after that, slowly pushing inside of you as you gasp, entwining your fingers with Lewis as he holds you through it. George feels so good filling you up like this, and you have no problem with telling him so.

“You feel so good - ” George is growing more comfortable, sneaking glances at Lewis with a bright smile as he sucks a hickey into the skin of your neck. His pace is slow, clearly intending to enjoy this for as long as possible. “ - fuck, do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this?” you let go of Lewis’ hand in favour of reaching out to cup the back of his head, drawing him up for a searing kiss as he bottoms out – holding him there for a moment. “Probably as long as we’ve wanted you here as well.”

It doesn’t take him long after that to tumble over the edge himself, slumping against you as he leaves a trail of kisses in his wake across your shoulder. Lewis helps him get you off one more time, the both of them taking turns licking and finger fucking your pussy without a rush. It’s only fair that Lewis gets a turn too, filling you up after your second orgasm, holding you close as your thighs tremble. George is far too content watching, seemingly blissed out.

He cleans you up after Lewis is done with is mouth. He’s the perfect gentleman like that.

“I should go.” George says as you cuddle closer to Lewis’ chest, too exhausted to properly move after the events of the day. The apartment is once again far too hot, and there’s nothing you want more than a late afternoon nap with your favourite men. “No, you don’t, mate.” Lewis is quick to answer, tugging George back into the bed before the man can even protest.

You’re yawning as you take hold of his wrist, pulling him closer until you’re practically sandwiched between Lewis and George. One driver on either side of you. Just the way it should be. “We have three days, George. No need to go anywhere.”

#once again . underneath a read more because of length #this was .... a delight to write ? even when i had like seven moments during which i needed to stare out of the window while doing so #LH #GR #female reader #multiple x reader #nsfw.txt #🍉

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 1 year

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'Bloodstream' by Ed Sheeran, with Loki for the fanfic festival! ☺️ Thank you!

MCU FANFIC MUSIC FESTIVAL, ENTRY #5

"Burning"

Pairing: Loki x Reader (post-breakup) Summary: After Loki failed to understand what you wanted in your relationship, you left. Thor takes Loki to a bar. Word Count: 770 Content Warning: breakup woe, self-medicating with alcohol

Loki finished his Merlot with ease. “I don’t believe this has any intoxicating elements in it,” he grunted, pushing away the glass of red wine. “Three glasses and I still feel completely competent.”

Thor shrugged and buried his nose in a fresh mug of beer, bits of foam from the head sticking to his blonde beard as he resurfaced for air. “Oh, brother, I assure you it’s the strongest wine in this place.”

“So, tell me when it kicks in.”

“Our innards are used to the more intense libations of our own people,” Thor explained. “Midgardian alcohol is more subtle. It’ll happen in time.”

“It had better.”

His mind still had one image burned into it: the image of your back as you turned away from him for the last time.

He hadn’t seen it coming. At first, you had wanted to understand his nature and work with it. You decided to move slowly, building the foundations of something more intimate than the one-night stands he was having with other lovers (of all genders). At first, Loki seemed to go along with it. He even said he loved you.

Yet, he kept bringing people into his bed that weren’t you, always insisting that as long as it was sex and not love that motivated a romp, it wasn’t necessarily cheating. Soon, you realized that perhaps, he was not meeting you halfway, as he should have by now. After months of you begging Loki to commit to your relationship as a monogamous arrangement, you’d finally given up on the hope of ever being the only one to satisfy the Prince of Asgard.

“Loki, I need someone to love me and only me.”

“I do love you, Y/N.”

“No, you really don’t. I clearly don’t satisfy you. Meanwhile you refuse to even consider how I feel after hearing that you’d done it again.”

“You cannot just force me to be who I am not.”

“Then there can’t ever be an ‘us.’ I’m sorry.”

“I don’t understand,” Loki mumbled, looking into his empty glass a moment before raising it up. “Another.”

He brought the glass down, smashing it on the floor at his feet halfheartedly.

“Goddamn it, kid!” yelled the bartender from the other end of the counter, in the middle of serving a fuzzy navel to a young man in red. “Next one’s going on the tab! This ain’t a china shop!”

“Oh piss off and bring me something more aggressive than this fruit juice swill,” Loki replied bitterly.

The bartender rolled his eyes. “If it’ll make you pass out faster and stop smashing my glasses.”

Thor looked over at his saddened brother with pity. “Brother, it will pass.”

“No, it won’t,” he replied, his voice filled with regret. “I can feel my veins burn with the alcohol, but my brain is still dry. I think I see with more clarity somehow than before I came here.”

The irate bartender placed a shot glass and an entire bottle of Jack Daniels on the counter in front of Loki. “Knock yourself out…please.”

Loki took the glass and poured it to the rim with whiskey before downing it in one gulp. He hadn’t expected the liquid to singe his throat all the way down. It tasted like malted lighter fluid. This is more like it…

“Loki, you have brains that I am afraid to admit I do not,” Thor said. “For as much as I believe in the medicinal properties of a good mug of ale, I think you should refrain from losing your mind tonight.”

The younger brother shook his head. As if triggering some chemical reaction, the shaking made his head spin as soon as he stilled, and it was as if the booze in his body was finally beginning to kick in. His thoughts return to you, made rosier by the reacting alcohol finally starting to disable his external senses.

He swore for a moment that he saw you elsewhere in the bar, standing against the way, one foot on the floor and the other against the wall, a cigarette in hand, slowly puffing away your own pain. However, upon blinking a few times, a clearer look showed that the smoking woman was, in fact, not you. Still, the specter made eye contact with you, winking. “I was ready and waiting for you. You should have loved me,” the hallucination of your face spoke.

“I did love you…” he muttered out loud, putting his head down on the table, unable to discern reality from mind anymore. “...I just forgot what love was.”

Loki took another shot, praying this would be the dose that brought on the gentle, black cover of unconsciousness.

No such luck.

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