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¤ The Invitation ¤

{ Aemond Targaryen }

《 Part 4 》

When Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen's big family arrive at King's Landing for princess Haelena and prince Aegon Targaryen's wedding, things go as they always do. Dragons, uncles, nephews and cousins discussing and fighting, tension on every look, and disconfort when being with each other. Just the usual stuff...until the princess Daera Targaryen got drunk at a ball where The One-Eyed Prince happened to sneaked in

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Warnings: constant swearing, mentions of death and theft, drinking, skinny-dipping, oral sex (male!Targaryen receiving), fingering (fem!Targaryen receiving), breast, dick and ass praising, explicit sex (p on v), TARGARYEN INCEST [cousinXcousin]

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-Have you come for the belt?-. Asked Daera, breathless.

The winds blew strong on that deserted island, which was not used to have feet over it. But here she is, having two Targaryens and a dragon on its sand. This does not happen every day.

-How did you find me?-. Aemond asks confused-. No one followed me, I made sure of it-, he murmurs to himself.

-Following- you- me-? Please!-. Daera instantly scoffed, looking him as he was insane-. What are you doing here?!-, she pointed him acusedly.

-I believe I asked first!-, he raised his voice.

And because of it, Kalistrox growled menacing to the prince, facing him slowly while his rider walked to his side and put a hand on one of his horns, tense. Aemond kept quiet and looked ashance to the sky, and then to her again.

-This cannot be a coincidence-, she whispers-. My dragon bringed me here so we can rest!-, she excused holding her own chest.

Aemond stared at there quickly, to then narrow his lonely eye.

-And however, you are the one forbidding me to do so-. He humms-. And you have been very into that lately, I might add-. He spoke, daring.

The princess gulped, nodding her head at the clear acussation. She made rid of it fastly.

-Ha, you are naive if you think I really followed you to this piece of land, cousin-. Daera snorted crossing her arms.

-Then perhaps it was a coincidence-, he mocks.

-Perhaps!-, she says with the same tone. They stared at each other with dare, standing from differents places of the beach. She started to narrow her eyes, confused-...How did you get here?-, she whispers.

-Do you really ask?-. The prince smiled, arrogant.

And at that moment, a powerful roar echoes the skies. Daera and Kalistrox quickly raised their heads, while Aemond stood quietly with a relaxed posture, knowing his girl was about to do a great entrance. And, soon, they all saw her.

Vhagar's tremendous body crosses the heavy clouds above the island, flapping her enormous wings while she approached to the ground, roaring constantly. Daera stood on her place, curving her eyebrows when seeing how big the she-dragon turned as she got closer. Kalistrox emitted a low roar at the sky, sounding playful, and not intimidated.

Aemond furrowed his eyebrows a little, when he saw Daera taking a few steps forward, and not backwards, as he expected her to.

The Queen of All Dragons finaly landed, making the whole island shake due to her weight and the great roar she let out, shaking her old neck while looking down. Daera formed a smile that shooked a little, staring up at her. Vhagar growled, lowing her head as she let all of her teeth show. As she lowered, her sight became clearer, now seeing the brown face that she was so close to. Purple eyes, happy towards her.

Aemond blinked scared, not knowing why Vhagar was so friendly approaching, or why Daera's dragon was not going insane at this too. It did not make sense he was the most worried of them all.

Then, he heard how Daera started to humming a song.

The Targaryen princess stared at the beast with a closed smile, singing lowly, feeling how some tears appeared on her eyes while hearing Vhagar lowly growling as she approached a little more, hearing attention-fulled to that song being sang.

-Daera-, named her cousin taking some steps to them.

-I have missed you, girl-. She whispered shakily.

The one-eyed stopped, speechless, at the same time his dragon let out a purred sigh, calming her eyes. Aemond, then, suddenly remembered. She used to be her mother's dragon.

It was not just the princess remembering the dragon, but the dragon also remembering the princess.

Vhagar blinked, seeing the living image of Laena Velaryon. Her eyes, and smile, identical. This was Daera Targaryen, doubtless, the very one she sniffed when she was just a little newborn.

In the middle of her song, she could not hold a laugh, raising a hand slowly to show it at her. The she-dragon showed no restriction. So, fearless, the princess started to pet her big nose, feeling the warm air outing it. Daera giggled lovely, scrunching her nose while feeling those scales, again, after all this time.

Aemond, at that moment, lost all of his breath, tilting his head slowly as he watched Daera caressing his dragon so lovingly, and nostalgic. He walked silently, soon reaching her side in front of Lady Vhagar's face.

-Hmm...hmm...- Her song continued lowly as she did not pay attention to him. Nevertheless, Aemond did stared at her, softly and concentrated, also putting one of his hands on Vhagar, caressing her chin dearly-. Do you always touch her like this?-. She asks, seeing his fingers moving with softness.

-I always do...-he answered honestly, giving a relaxed blink.

-They love it-. She sighed a laugh, smiling at her eyes-. I have heard of dragonriders not having had petted their dragons once-, she scoffed with disgust.

-Silly dragonriders, then, they are-. Aemond murmurs at the same way.

He looked at her, and she looked at him, finally. Both Targaryens stared at each other's eyes deeply, while the wind caressed the silver on their heads. The prince could not help but breath slowly, taking her scent as calmly as he could, not trying to be obvious. Daera seemed to not care about the eyepatch covering a good part of his face, for she stared only at his healthy eye like it was the most impressing thing, not paying attention to anything else.

And, so, above the dragon's skin, their hands accidentaly touched, with two of their warm fingers almost having interwined. They instantly broke the touch, gulping, and Vhagar let a little growl out, raising her head high again as staring at the other dragon on the island.

Kalistrox roared friendly, moving his wings lightly on the sand as some kind of greeting. Vhagar roared doing the same, a little more tiredly and slowly. Both dragons remembered how they use to share daily flights back on Pentos, as well as its shore when it was time to sleep, among Moondancer and Caraxes.

Daera lowed her eyes to Aemond, as he did too. The princess sighed turning around and walking some steps away, playing with her fingers.

-She has grown-. She comments, staring at the calm beach in front of them with her lips tensed-. I did not believe it possible-, she laughs a little.

-You are surprised-. He noticed, looking at her back, curious-. But you had see her after I claimed her-, he remembers.

Daera's eyes flickered, feeling a punch in her heart. She wrinkled her lips strongly, looking at the beach, and just at the beach.

-Indeed, I have-. She nods-...From far away, in the sky, for her rider never let me near her after stealing her-. She coldly spoke, giving him her back.

Aemond closed his eye, tightening his fists so hard when hearing her.

-You girls cannot last a second without naming that fucking word-, he murmurs tensely.

-Ouh, I apologize. It must feel bad, does it not?-. She turns to face him, eyes wide opened and fulled of tears-. "Stealing, stealing, stealing"-. Daera repeated mockingly-. Wonder if it hurts more than the action itself-, she spat her words, angry.

-You will not get under my skin-. He warns-. I have lasted years enduring words much worse than that one-, he said firmly.

-But do not make it about "words", that is not what I am going insane about-. She walked to him, both tensed now-. Actions, Aemond, actions!-. She stressed.

-Oh we can speak about actions if you so desire to, cousin, and we can start by naming yours-. Aemond walked foward with a cold gace.

-No!-. She raised a finger-. I will not allow it-, she shook her head slowly, from side to side-. Do not change the subject. Do not evade the truth, your truth!-. She pointed at him.

-And what truth is that, Daera?!-. He shouted madly.

Kalistrox and Vhagar both roared unquiet. At an instant, their riders raised their hands towards them at the same time, communicating them to not interfere at the discussion.

-Take it back, Daera, take it back-. Aemond grunts angried.

-You praised yourself about being a- a word-tolerator, no?-. She mocked, with eyes wide opened.

-But I will not take it from you!-, he denied.

-Why? Who am I?! Do enlighten me!-, she pleads, though she answered herself-. The one of whose mother's corpse you stole the dragon from!-, she said shakily.

-No!-, he shouts the same way-. The one who does not know the whole story, who has never do, of what really happened!-. Aemond pointed back at her, so angry by now.

-Do I not, now?! Was I not there that night?!-, she snorted. She remembered all of the screams, the punches. The blood, the eye on the floor.

-I am not speaking of that night!-. He denied, his eye a little red.

-I do not care, I do not! I just want you to confess!-. Shakily, she planted two fingers on his chest, making him give one step back.

-What thing?!-, he asked, highly frustrated, almost exploding.

-The injustice, the disrespect, the rawness thee made towards my family!-. She punched his chest again, and he breathed quickly-. She was- she was Rhaena's to claim, you do not know how bad she felt by being dragonless!-. She sobbed for her little sister.

-And what about I?!-. He pointed himself in desesperation.

-What?! What about you?!-, she shouted madly.

-They gave me a pig!-. And Aemond's voice broke, speaking hurted and pained. Ashamed.

At that scream, she stopped hers, letting her lips open and staring at him in confussion. Aemond breathed shakily, closing his eye and turning around with speed. He felt like a child again, attackted and mocked, as if Vhagar wasn't just a steps from him.

-A what?-. Daera spoke confused. He stood silent, his head lowed while looking at the sand painfully, feeling how his lost eye's socket was having a lot of sudden shivers, its nerves going insane. He fighted to not take his eyepatch off.

-Fuck, no-. He swore in a hurted whisper.

-What pig?-. She walked to him confussed.

-I owe you no answer!-. He growls, suddenly headind to Vhagar. Daera followed him quickly with a tsk.

-The conversation has not ended, come here!-. She grabbed his arm, and he madly pulled away, turning to look at her.

-This is no conversation, Daera! These are accusations, insults, profanity!-. He said loudly, hearing the dragons growl lowly, which he ignored-. Injustice, disrespect, rawness you say! You speak of those words as if they had not been tormenting me since the day I began to breath!-, he screamed furious and painfully.

She blinked openly, showing how confused she was, at which he dryly scoffed to.

-That is the problem with you blacks. You do not listen, you do not reach for information, you do not understand, taking everything for granted!-, his eyebrows curved angrily as he shouted-. You blame me of stealing with no consequences, but I am the one half-blinded after I made something for my sake-, he sourly murmurs, almost trembling, looking her right in the eye-. And nobody moved a finger but my mother, nobody but her saw the injustice committed towards me-. Aemond gulped harshly-...You, questionless, did not-, he whispered.

Daera gulped, closely listening to his words, which were full of desperation in them, a loneliness she could almost feel. Aemond seemed...sad, for the first time, to her eyes.

-Speak your truth, then, cousin-. She said, having softened a bit her former hard expressions.

-What?-. He furrowed his brows instantly, having expected an immediat answer in the defense of her family.

Instead, she looked at him, serious, but calmed, staring at all of his face. This made Aemond's breaths to start to calm a little, as well as his head's heat.

-What was that about a pig?-. She asked.

Aemond bited his lips, ashamed, and not wanting to talk. No one has ever asked him to, not in this soft way, at least.

-Hmm?-. She hummed lowly, encouraging him.

-Why do you want to listen to me? Are you mocking me, is that it?-. He suspected narrowing his eye.

-Nonsense-. Daera denied with her head. She catched air slowly, raising her eyebrows-. Moments ago, I was too being...acussed of something I did not felt the blame of-, she spoke slowly, not giving any detail.

-Acussed of what?-, he mumbled, interested.

-This is not about me. I am feeling compassionate. Just speak, child-, she ordered in a sigh. And, after giving one too, he did.

-You...you have never heard of The Pink Dread, then?-. He asked timidly, and she furrowed her eyebrows quickly.

-Ehh, an uncle of yours from Oldtown, perhaps?-. She doubted narrowing her eyes at naming Alicent's household. Aemond stared at her serious-. That is a no-, she sighed-. It does not sounds familiar to my ears-, she denied.

-Hmm-, he hummed lowly, nodding-. The Pink Dread was a pig-. He began to tell, under the soft breeze of the island-. A pig gifted to me by our siblings...Aegon, Jace, and Luke-, he coldly named. Daera's face turned really confused, tilting her head.

-What would they give you a pig?-, she snorted.

-Because I did not possesed a dragon yet-. He states, looking at the beach briefly. She froze at that, opening her lips-. As I was the only one who did not...they said they found one for me-, his voice whispered-. We were taking lessons at the Dragonpit...Lucerys went for it, downstairs-. Aemond bited his cheeks, reliving every second of it-. They put wings on it...-he looked down, ashamed.

Remembering.

Daera forgot how to blink, almost ashamed too, thinking of her brothers. From Aegon it was more than expected, but...Jace and Luke, how could they have?

-You can laugh now, I pressume-. Aemond whispered, hard. The princess read his face softly.

-Do you think me capable of such, now?-. She whispers too. The one-eyed gulped, staring from the sand to her, who seemed amusedless, not even a hint of fun on her ambiguous face. That only made him remember the contrary of that.

-They all laughed...-he said embarrased. Daera bited her lips, blinking for a few moments.

-What did your parents do, and theirs?-. She asked.

-Nothing-, he responded like it was normal.

-Oh, Aemond...-she sighed. He did too at his name on her mouth, how it sounded made him warm-. Baela, Rhaena and I were born and grew up, for a good time, away from all of...this-. She opened her arms a little-. We have always had each other's back, and our parents always repproached us when being needed to-. She murmurs, looking at his leathered chest-. So we...we have never truly understood all of your fight's core, not really-. She confessed.

-A privilege I would have wanted-, he admits in a low tone. His cousin smiled a little, sad, beggining to nod while looking directly at his eye.

-Then I...I am just sorry-, Daera sighed.

Aemond's lips lightly opened, staring at her with a surprise he could not hold. He sensed compassion and understanding from her, not pity or shame.

-I do not know what else I could say at the moment, sincerely-. She crossed her hands over her belly.

-Do you feel the need to?-. Aemond asked in a murmur, looking down at her with softness.

-I do not know that either-. She laughed a little, and he smiled a little too, just briefly-. It is too complex-, her head moved-. Vhagar was part of my family, and so when she flew away to King's Landing, forever, it felt like...like the few remainins of Mother did too-, she honestly confessed, bitting her inner cheeks.

Alicent crossed Aemond's mind in that moment. He tried to picture him losing her, but shivered just at the mere thought. He could not imaging losing his beloved mom, in any way. He would be crumbled, devastated. When realizing that is how Daera probably feels every day since Laena died, the recalling of her funeral hitted him hard.

-And I also have always been there to protect my brothers-. She speaks again, so smoothly, and reflective-. From Aegon, from you, from all the whispers that surround them anywhere they go-. She smiled with sourness-. But...it is a truth that I have not been on their sides since babes, like you had, and that is why I have no true judgement regarding what happened before I stepped in their lifes, but I must admit it seems it certainly is...unfair-. The princess sighed, with certain burden on her shoulders-. Meaning that...no, I do not know what to say-, she sighed looking back at his eyes.

Aemond blinked, and a little smile from him made her heart warm up all of a sudden.

-You have said more than all the people I know, cousin-. He whispered then, seeming...thankfull, was it?

Daera sided a smile at him, looking at his healthy eye. From his different height, he smiled a little too, not used to this kind of calm between them. He was just realizing, now, that this is the first time ever they speak without being truly mad, tense, horny, or drunk.

The princess shrugged her shoulders a little, looking so tender, tilting her head and giving him a certain kind of smirk. A true one. Aemond's enchanted heart copied it, softening his blonde eyebrows as he stared directly down at her.

-There is, perhaps, one thing you do can say-. He talks then, still smirking.

-And that is what, cousin?-. She raised an eyebrow, smiling up at him.

-Say how you knew I was here-, he asks narrowing his eye.

-Ahh, Gods! Again with that?!-. Daera complained, but she did it amusedly, grabbing her head. Aemond chuckled walking backwards and looking at Vhagar, who purred at him.

-Then it is really a coincidence, do we believe it?-. He rised his eyebrows opening his arms at both sides of his body.

-Unless it was you praying to The Seven to send me here-, she funnily accused, pointing at him-. Mayhaps Kalistrox heard your prayers from above the clouds-, she shrugged.

-Stop-, Aemond smiled tauntly.

-"Oh Mother, oh Warrior, please land her here!"-, Daera cried, sobbing fakely with a growl voice. He tiredly rolled his eye while looking away, shaking his head and smirking annoyed. Kalistrox squeaked from his place, like laughing-. "Send her, Father, send Daera to me so I can...!"-, she interrumpted herself when seeing how his eye, almost flirty, flew to her, sidely.

Daera smiled, pretending to not have felt a pinch on her womanhood because of that glance.

-What if I told you this is an island I attend to, oftenly?-. Aemond turned to her fully again, hands crossed behind his back.

-Is it now?-, she scoffed.

-A piece of dirt with no name, no worth. What better place a prince could find to read, and dine sometimes?-. He said simply, smiling cockily.

-You have a whole castle bigger than the Citadel to do so-, she mocked obvious-. I do not believe you-, she shook her head.

Aemond stared at her burlesque, furrowing his sharp lips with a smile.

-Hmm-. So he turned around, beggining to walk.

-Ay, that "hmm" of yours-, she snorted rolling her eyes.

-Follow me-. He asks, to then furrowing his brows-. What "hmms"?-, he questioned confused.

-Ah yes, pretend you do not know-. Daera scoffed starting to walk behind him, feeling the sand on her feet.

-I do not!-, he insisted in a snort.

-Aha. Where are we going?-. She looked around confused-. Not far, I suppose-, she joked.

-Funny-. He nods funless, making her snort-. I am not a liar as much as I am not a thief-, he says. Daera looks at him with a little amused smile, nodding-. Here it is-, he stopped.

When looking front, Daera noticed a coffer being beside one of the stone hills of the island. It was opened, and in front of it, in the sand, there was an opened book.

-Wut?-, she mumbled going there fastly under Aemond's gace. He smiled funnily, to then follow her with calmed steps-. Fuck, it was true!-, she shouted, seeing how the coffer had many things inside.

Books, tons of books, some clothes, a little mirror, various bottles of different boozes, a golden cup, paper, pen, and fresh green apples along a big piece of fresh cheese wrapped on a paper.

-Unbelievable, you moved in here!-. She laughs at the idea, kneeling on the sand to see it from closer.

-A little over the top, mayhaps-. He admits, standing in her side while they both looked at the coffer's content.

-Ahh, but you do have the essential stuff, do you not?-. Daera excitedly smirked, picking one of the wine bottles from inside-. For your week's lonely dines, I pressume-, she mumbled burlesque.

-Do not be ridiculous, Daera, that is a two moons reserve-, he clearly points, looking down at her.

-Two moons you said?!-. She asked in shock-. You just sip them then, it appears!-. She mocks rising her body again to stand at his side.

-I happen to drink with responsability, does that surprise you?-. He faced her, hands still on his back, burlesque.

-You do not drink enough-. She reproached crossing her arms.

-You drink like a Bravoosi seahorse-, he blamed, tiredly amused.

-I drink just the right amount-. Daera deffended herself proudly, tilting her head delicately.

-I have seen you, cousin-. Aemond remembered with a scoff, recalling that night on the tavern-...But I will let you believe that-, he shrugged with a smile, looking front.

-Ha, I believe whatever I desire to believe-. She scoffed. Aemond tilted his head, funnily, to then seeing her sigh a little, staring at the coffer again-. Well, I believe this seems to truly be your island-, she admits.

-Indeed. It has, for years-. He nodded, looking straight at her. She did the same at him, head a little sided to the left. He painted her face with his eye, letting a brief silence grow between them-. However...-he begans to say.

-Yes?-, she instantly nodded. Aemond gulped, questioning himself if she was thinking the same as him.

-However, its ground can take more than one person-. He murmured lowly and softly. Daera blinked, starting to smile slowly at him-...I must then invite you to a drink, from my private reserve, cousin...-he whispered.

-I do think you must-. She smiled, holding a laugh-. I mean, I accept-. The princess nodded, lowing her head.

Aemond smiled briefly, nodding. Then he raised his hands to her, opening them. Daera blinked surprised, looking at them with her lips curiously opened. Did he wanted to hold hands with...?

-The bottle-, he asked for.

-Ah!-. She jumps in her place, looking down at the wine she was holding-. Indeed, indeed-. Hiding her shame, she instantly passed the booze.

The prince grabbed it calmy, turning around to face the coffer again, picking up the golden cup from the inside. He furrowed his brows then, curving his lips a little.

-I am afraid I only posses one cup-, he murmurs with doubt, looking at her again.

-It takes more than that to stop me from drinking-. The princess scoffed, taking the bottle off his hands again. Aemond saw how she uncorked it with her bare teeths, spitting it back on the coffer. He blinked speechless-...And-, she pours the wine softly, in the cup, while humming a little-. Cheers!-, she smiled proud.

-Cheers-, the prince nods, planning on passing her the cup so he can take the bottle. But the girl turns out to keep it to herself, sipping from it with a smile-. Daera!-, he exalted.

-Umm-, she separated from the bottle-. What? I will not take your cup away from you, go and drink-. She encouraged him with simplicity, smiling.

-It is not very gentleman of me to let you drink from the bottle itselft, please-. He spoke as he handed the cup to her.

-...Just drink-. Daera whispered with a tauntly smile showing on her face at the same time she neared the bottle again to it, sipping slowly. Aemond closed his lips and blinked silently at her, seeing how her throat gulped the liquid-. We are not in the castle-, she remembered with a tiny laugh.

Seconds later, he came to accept her words. They were not surrounded by any other royal right now, and besides that, he noticed how rather confortable she was with the wine. And so, he nodded, taking a few steps back to have himself seated on a rock he was familiar with. Daera walked too, closing the coffer and sitting above of it with her legs crossed, not far from him at all.

The only thing being heard was them sipping from their drink every now and then. They were trying to look around, but Daera could not help but admire, constantly, how spreaded his long legs were due to being seated so low in the ground. His hair danced with the wind, and he was constantly humming while savoring the cup. Did he not know, she asked herself, how alluring he looks at making any sort of movement, or sound? It is insane.

His eye, on the other hand, was fighting itself to look away from her, but it just could not. It went from up and down on her, more times than he'd like to admit. Because of her crossed legs, the skirt was briefly upped, so he could see she was wearing no socks under, and probably underwear neither, like she once confessed to him. Aemond trembled when staring at her womanhood from above the dress, recalling how deep he touched it the day before.

While they both gulped, their eyes connected accidentaly, having catched the other staring at them. They froze, and gulped harder.

-Would you like to take me on a walk?-. She asked quickly, pretending to be calm.

She decided that, remaining like this, quiet and devouring the other with glances, would not led no anything good for their sakes.

-I would love to show you my island-. Aemond stood up with the same quickness, agreeing with the wise decision of hers.

-Wonderful-, Daera smiled standing up too-. Let us check our dragons, really quick-. She suggested on a sided nod.

-Do guide the way-, he pointed forward. The princess smiled calmly, being the first to walk. When giving him her back, she let out a relieved sigh, opening her eyes really big.

Aemond stared at her feet briefly while they were walking, admiring how soft they looked while stepping on the sand. Soon, they came from behind that hill, finding again both of their dragons, who now were resting calmly, lying on different part of the beach.

-Oh Gods, look at him-. Daera sighed tenderly, watching at her dragon, whose head was resting on one of his wings as he slept calmly.

-Kalistrox seems mighty-, flattered Aemond with a brief smile, to then sip his wine.

-He is, truly, my boy-. She nodded in a laugh-. I would like to have a glance at Sunfyre and Dreamfyre, before I go back to Dragonstone-, she admitted while they walked slowly.

-Why would you?-, he asked confused, not knowing why she named Aegon's and Helaena's dragon, respectively. The princess looked at him burlesque, with the bottle on her lips.

-You don't know?-. She scoffed, confusing him even more.

-Instead of mocking me, enlighten me, would you?-. He asks in a snorted groan.

-I will, little babe-. She nodds, mocking him once again at his actitude. Aemond furrowed his lips, unable to hide a smile at that-. Kalistrox is Dreamfyre's and Sunfyre's brother-, she then informed.

-Is he?-. The prince opened his eye surprised.

-Yes, they are from the same clucht from the same dragon-, she nodded with a little smile-. I wonder if they have gotten as big as him...-she bites her lips, excited.

-When? If I may know-, he asked politely, drinking a little of the wine-. I think I would remember you claiming a dragon on King's Landing when we were children-, he mumbled confused.

-I was a child, indeed, but I did not claimed him here-, she denied. Her cousin went silent, interested in the explanation-. My dears grandsire, Lord Corlys, my uncle, your father, and my parents made an arradgement with some of the dragonkeepers on my fifth name day-. She was walking with a happy smile while talking under his stare-. They flied him to Pentos, to me...and so, I claimed him-. She holds a smile, biting her cheeks.

-Five?-, he repeated surprise, looking at her with his eyebrows raised. She smiles at him.

-It is a short story, I am afraid, but one that I am highly proud of-. Daera nods, remembering that glorious days as if it was yesterday-. There is not one day I spent without flying with him, I just could not-, she sighed funnily.

-It is an art, I agree-. Aemond smiled a little, sipping again-. Five...-he repeated the age she was when claiming The Golden Ray-. Of all of my siblings, I was the last one of claiming his...I was ten, almost ten and one...-he mumble, lost on his thought.

-Yes, Aemond, I do clearly remember. It was on my grandparent's land-. Daera nods with a light sigh, drinking of the bottle again, and lasting a good seconds on it.

While she drinked, he hummed a little, nodding. He sipped at his wine, which was almost out, and stared at the sand while blinking a little.

-Do you think often, about that night?-. She asks from a moment no another, looking front with her eyes a little narrowed because of the wind coming at them.

-No...-Aemond shook his head, gulping hard. Daera blinked a little distrusted, looking at him-. I, often, think about that whole day-. The prince corrected, whispering.

The princess, then, understood. She pressed her lips against the bottle mouth's, drinking from it slowly as they still advanced through the sand, hearing the waves of the beach whispering to them from not too far.

-I do too-, she confesses-. It is a little weird, I might admit-

-What is?-, he asks with his grounded voice, looking down at her.

-That subject, in my family-. She clarifies-. We do not talk about it, just many few times, but it is sort of...forbidden. A talk-breaker, I'd say-, she shruggered a little.

-Hmm-, Aemond nods. He was surprised when she asked, all of a sudden, for he did not expected her to wanting to listen him-. I...-he begans to say, still doubting if she was reaching for his opinion.

-Uhum?-, she nods calmly, not noticing his insecurity. He smilled just a little, sighing briefly.

-There it is not a day without thinking of it-. Aemond confessed, now with his cup empty-. Harwing and Lyonel Strong had just died, I recall, and everything felt so...tense, wherever I looked-. He recalls with a low tone, almost seeing that day in front of his eye-. Aegon and my dear sister arrived to Driftmark on their dragons...I arrived later, on a ship, with my mother-, he moves his lips beautifully at every word.

-Yes, I recall, I believe-. She whispered, scrunching her nose a little-. We welcomed you, on the beach-. Daera looked at the sand, remembering the one of Driftmark's-. You were all red-, she scoffed a little, thinking of how colored his forehead and cheeks were, at that time.

-Ah-, Aemond lowed his head with a very soft laugh, one she smiled at tinyly-. The very first time I met you, and my cousins-, he pointed, refering to the girls.

-Indeed-, she nodded. Aemond stared at her sidely, running slowly his gace on her face. Daera looked at him to, closing her lips with patience, wondering what he was thinking while looking at her in thay way.

-I gained a dragon, that day, and lost my eye-. The prince listed-. And besides those remarkable moments, there is also another that I do not quite understand yet-, he confesses.

-What?-, Daera asked curiously. He blinked, staring at her eyes for a few moment.

-...You were nice to me-. Aemond murmured, not separating their gaces. Daera's one flickered a little, seeming surprised-. I remember it, quite well. You were crying- this was before the funeral, when the Lords and Ladies were still arriving-, crying on the...on the coast, it was-. He nodded.

Daera nodded in confirmattion, having her lips trembling a little against the bottle, forgetting to sip. She started to remember the moment narrated by the one-eyed.

-I recall seing your sisters being with your grandsires, so you were alone, in there. Totally alone, while crying-, Aemond mumbled-. I went to give you my condolences, I think it was, probably, and I...-, he rolled his eye.

-You stumbled with a rock-. She completed in a soft laugh. Aemond smiles, glad because she remembered too.

-I did, silly me-. He scoffed a little, making her laugh-. And you stopped crying, stood up, and helped me. And we talked about...gods, what did we talk about?-. He snorted in disbelief.

-Well, you remember better than I do, it appears-. She laughed a little.

-I think- it was probably about dragons!-, he exaltated a little, being happy about recalling. Daera smiled funnily.

-You do not have it that clear in your mind either, cousin-. She shook her head-. Then why do you say it was a moment as memorable as...the other ones?-. She asked, thinking of Vhagar, and his eye.

-Because it was the last time someone was worriless good to me, besides my mother-. Aemond answered, not looking proud. Daera gulped her wine, not having expected that respond-. Hours later I was already left-eye-less, and from that moment on...ha-, he let a dry laugh out-. What everybody saw in me was the eye that it was not even there-

His cousin stayed silent, recalling his scream when Lucerys made the dagger flew to his eye, taking it off of him immediately, permanently. Then the guards arrived, and...it was all a catastrophe.

Daera gulped, raising the bottle one more time to sip from it deeply. Aemond kept on staring front, blinking not too often.

-I punched you so hard, I remember, so many times-. The princess whispers, almost amazed-. Wonder how my fist was not the one taking your...-she decided to shut, suddenly not wanting to make fun of his lost eye. He sided eye her, thanking it silently, a little surprised for her consideration.

-Yes, you all did-. Aemond nodded with his jaw a little clenched. He remembered how he also punched back the boys, and the girls, so angried at them when they dare to blame him, merciless-. I was tormented when I had no dragon. When I finally got one, I was also tormented-, he notices in a low voice.

-Aemond, I told you it is not because of what you did, it was the meaning of it-. Daera snaps, quietly, moving the bottle on her hand-. I have heard your feelings, then at least try to understand mines, I plead you-. She touched her chest with an open palm, looking at him, who did not wanted to-. I do not want to deffend our violence, or madness of that day, but all that we did, my sisters and I...was all in the name of our love for our mother-, her voice shook suddenly, at what she sniffed her nose instantly, looking away-...Who had been dead barely for two days...-she recalled, hurted.

The prince listened to those words cautiously, remembering his mother once again, making his heart instantly warm a little more. He pressed his lips, looking at her, seeing how she had looked away with sourness and shame. She felt like she was giving compassion, and not receiving it back. It was so easy to recognize that feeling, for it has been his companion for life. That thought made Aemond's brows to curve a little, bitting one of his cheeks. He felt the need of making it better.

-I do want to apologize, for...-he began to talk, so slow as if he did not know how to-...for the moment I chose, to run such actions-. He lowly said, staring at her. Hidden from his gace, looking at the sand, she blinked, listening to him-. Hearing your perspective, I must admit it was just not the wisest...timing-, Aemond lowed his gace too.

Daera gulped the wine she had in her mouth, curving her eyebrows a little at the apologize, which sounded as sincere as it could. But, still feeling that it was not enough to make her look at him, Aemond continued.

-I will never regret claiming her, I cannot lie-. He denied softly-. But I do regret having...hurting you-. He gulps, not believing he was truly saying this, outloud, and with honesty. He inhaled deeply, seeking for her gace-...Daera, look at me-. He could not do anything, but plead for it-...please-, he whispered.

And so, very slowly, the princess turned her eyes to his, while still walking, letting him see the tenderness and softness that shined on her gace, with a pinch of sadness too. She looked majestic, he thought, with her expression being so beautifully tragic.

-I do not think I will ever forgive you, either, for claiming Vhagar that night-. She whispered while shaking his head. He gulped, reaching for angriness on her look, which he did not find. He suddenly realized she did not use the word "steal"-. But...-she raised her eyebrows in a little sigh-. An apologize I do can welcome, it is a good start-, she nodded, almost beggining to smile. He stared at her in a straight interest, lips closed.

-I am glad-, Aemond mumbled, starting to smile too. Daera sighed tiredly, not aparting her eyes from him-. I did not know you to be so...compassionate, cousin-. He confesses.

-For you did not have to know it, until now-. She laughs briefly, which made him smile too-. I am one of the greatest persons I know-, she shrugged.

-Ah, very humble of you-. Aemond said burlesque, smiling.

-Very humble of me, yes-. Daera smiled tauntly, winking an eye to him.

He scoffed in his mind, seeing how she proclaimed herself as good, but he remembered what she did to him last night. After their sex, after the heated sex between them two.

Ah, yes, very good. If she is good, he can be even gooder.

Aemond sided eyed her, fastly creating a small smirk when seeing how she drinked botherless, not ashamed of it.

Aemond shivered when feeling the smile on his face, and just then he realized how he has been doing constantly with almost every of her words, or mere actions. So, doing all the contrary of what he would actually do, he did not dig into it, and just decided one thing: he wants to keep smiling, because it was feeling so good, and not to keep going deeper on that Driftmark memory.

He stopped his steps, making her stop as well. Daera left the bottle away from her face as she turned to him, staring curious at his sudden change of expression. He was now a little more relaxed.

-Taking a breath, are you?-. She asked burlesque, just to be looked at with that powerful eye, so strongly naughty. Especially at this moment, when he began to smirk.

-Taking a breath, indeed I am, while wondering-. He responded with a nod, crossing his arms behind his back, still holding his cup.

-Wondering what?-, she asked almost disinterested, beginning to walk again. She tip-toed and opened her arms, pretending to be walking on thin ground.

Aemond hummed.

-If that belt of mine turned to be kindly confortable to your own skin-, he answered tauntly and calmed.

At that, Daera opened her eyes big and instantly broke her former pose of balance, making her stumble with her own feet, and falling to one side. Or well, she almost did, for the prince's reflexes made him catch her immediately, forbidding her soft back to crash with the sand.

Daera breathed quicky, having grabbed to one of his arms really tight. She kept on grabbing the bottle to her soul. Aemond blinked in a little scoff, staring at her eyes. She looked at his, lips opened while feeling how her chest was raising and descending really fast, soon catching his gace.

How did this happen? She could not answer herself, but it did not bothered her, not even as near as it should.

-Hmm...-Aemond hummed so distracted, lowing his nose closer to hers, who tighted the grab on his arm, looking at his pink lips.

-Did you not hear? That belt is of mine now-. Daera whispered tauntly, and still agitated.

-I will miss it, then-. He murmured, fakely disappointed, sounding so uninterested on the actual belt-. Perhaps its former owner may see it...one last time?-, he asked for.

At that moment, Daera began to smile unconsciously, not holding herself at all, as she never does.

-He may-, she whispered lowly.

Aemond blinked with a cocky smile, staring at her eyes for a few more moments. She was definetely enjoying this. It felt like she was even expecting it for a while now, and now that he is all over her, she seems satisfied, superior, victorious. Ha, and he. will not. give her that.

Nevertheless, he gave himself some joy too. Why wouldn't him? And so he began to rise her dress's skirt just from one side. She felt how the beach's breeze caressed her knees and thigh, making her to bite her lips on a laugh.

-Ahh...-Aemond groaned interested, looking down, allowing him to stare at her now uncovered left leg, which still weared his belt as a religious symbol. But, oh, if the gods saw her, they would probably burn her alive.

-Does it fit me good?-, she asked in a murmur, nearing to one of his ear. He nodded silently, not doing anymore than staring-...Take it back, if you want it-. She permitted to.

-Yes...-he curved his lips, suddendly nodding with desinterest-. No, thanks, I am well-. He let her skirt fall back down, getting away beggining to walk again.

She stood froze on her place, looking at his back speechless.

-Excuse me?!-, she asked in shock. He turned around, still smiling, malicious at her.

-You did me an evil, Daera, yesterday-. He remembered, and she tighted her fists, recalling how she ran away-. I owe you one too-, he turned again and continued walking.

Daera sighed, forcing herself to remembering why it was she ran away. Again, this was her siblings tormented, her family's enemy. She...she can not let the lust win over her being.

-Wise choice, young prince!-. She proudly nodded, following him again. Aemond furrowed his brows a little-. Let us not allow our bodies to reign over our clear minds-, she points.

This is not what he expected, but he stayed silent.

-Anyways...-she sighed-. Want to get drunk?-, she smiled raising the bottle, now showing him that it was all empty.

He opened his eye very confused, almost making her laugh at his very hard confussion. First, she made him hard on an alley, then asked him to forget it. First, she is letting him fuck her with his fingers, then she runs away. First, she tempts him to touch her legs, and the gods know what more, to then wisely applaud the fact that he stopped. First, she says to not let themselfs loose on temptations...now she wants more booze?

-I do not understand you, Daera, not quite-. He suddenly admits, almost amused. A part of him liked this, shamely.

-And do not try to, cousin-. She sighed too, still smiling-. A few can-

Aemond began to smirk slowly, staring at her eyes while thinking. He is the rider of the biggest dragon in the world. Oh, how much he loved challenges.

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Stars of the night were now shining in the sky preciously, making company to a wide white moon, which iluminated the thins clouds of the arounds, and the lands from below.

Between those stars, clouds and moon, Vhagar and Kalistrox now ruled the skies, flying fastly and freely across all of with their big hearts beating happily at the chilled moment.

The Golden Ray constantly made funny acrobatics in the sky, flying in fast circles to then had his wings stopped, making him fall free for a few seconds, to then raise again at the top of the sky while roaring excitedly, going all around Vhagar. The Queen of all Dragons, on the other hand, just ignored the child at most times while flapping her wings calmly, too old to play.

Besides of that, they were both having their own fun, sharing the sky easily as they just had a relaxed time.

And, while they did that, both of their riders were still below, on the ground. The island was now darkened because of the night, but we are talking about Targaryens here, beings of fire. They had a fire litted with some sticks and rocks, which now burned in the sand, lighting the surroundings dimly, but being enough.

Aemond and Daera now lyed on the pure sand. While she was on the left of the firepit, he was at its right, so they were not that much near. Their faces, iluminated by the soft fire, were godlike.

-And, when I was ten and two, I had my hand almost cut by a blade I was playing with-. Daera was speaking with a wide smile, looking at the sky with a slight double chin formed due to her laugh.

-Bloody gods-, Aemond chuckled funnily, staring at the stars to, with both of his arms resting behind his head-. Why?-, he asked.

-Because I wanted to hold it just as every knight on Dragonstone did!-, she responded obvious, hearing how Kalistrox squeaked from the sky-. They were so fearless, and skilful, wow-. She sighed, amazed.

-And so are you, now-. He smiled turning his head in the sand to look at her. Daera pressed a smile, doing the same-. You left everybody mouth-opened when you defeated Aegon, this morning-, he remembers in a funny whispers.

-Well, the boy was half drunk, anyways...-she rolled her eyes while taking a sip from the golden cup, which she has been using for a while now-. But thanks for the flaterry, my prince-. Daera danced with her shoulders a little, giggling.

Aemond giggled too, taking a slow blink at her. Daera stared at the prince as well, silently, feeling how warm her heart got at that. They has lost count of how many times they had kept this kind of silence, not doing anything but staring at each other's eyes. They knew that, if they did something else, just the slightest move, it would all be lost.

-How are you still not slushed?-, asked the prince in a low voice.

-Because this is royal wine from the castle. I would get drunk faster with water-, she answered, whispering amused.

He bursted in laughs immediately, drawing his head back to the sky as he opened his arms while laughing. Daera jumped in her place whwn seeing how his fingers were about to reach the fire.

-Aemond!-, she called moving fastly.

-Ow, seven hells!-. He instantly swore, having burned himself slightly. Daera tsked moving fast in the sand, suddenly arriving at his side with a worried expression.

-You have to be careful, child, we have no maesters here!-. She reproached, kneeled, and taking his hurted hand carefully-. Let me see-, she mumbles.

-I am alright-, he nods in a sigh, staring at his fingers too, which were just a little redened-. No maesters nedeed-, he denies in a soft laugh.

-Hmm-, she nodded doing the same, noticing that he was indeed fine.

And still, she kept on holding his hands on hers, looking at it deeply while she moved sone of her fingers over it, feeling his soft and cared skin. Aemond let his smile fade slowly, hypnotized by the sudden touch of hers, warmer than the fire's itselft. He hummed melodiously, closing his eye.

The princess caressed his hand dearly, admiring its long fingers and clean nails. Daera felt hot, and it mayhaps was due to the firepit on her side, but for some reason, she thought it was because of the one-eyed, who looked at her silently, with lips opened, and made her all burn. Aemond watches her with an intense softness, almost looking as if he was falling asleep. As if she was...the purest dream he has ever had.

-Daera...-, the prince suddenly named, tender. She waits for his words, not stopping the touching on his fingers-. Would you like to...?-, he let his proposal in the air.

-Woule I like to what, Aemond?-. Daera asks lowly and distracted, drawing the form of his pointy jaw with her eyes, amazed by it.

-...to bath?-. He concludes, whispering. Daera's brows raised lightly, staring at him with her lips a little opened, not having expected that-. The night is too warm...-he explained.

The princess agreed, beggining to smile so very slowly.

-I will join you-, she accepted in a low voice, letting his hand go.

Aemond smiled lightly, resting on his elbows as he saw how she stood up from the sand, soon offering a hand to help him. He took it, grunting a little while she helped him to stand.

They were both now standing on the sand, staring at each other.

Daera directed her hands to the back of his dress, starting to pull off its thin threads. Aemond blinked, directing his hands to his jacket's buttoms, taking them off one by one. They stared at each other while doing everything, not wanting to look at anything else.

He took off his belt, throwing it in the sand. His jacket came out too, and it ended in the same place, letting all of his chest, arms and abdomen take the night's breeze. She sighed amazed, at the same time of getting her hands under her skirt, leaning, and going down slowly, while staring at his eye. Taking off his pant's threads, he looked at her too, breathing quicker every second.

Aemond saw how she took off a golden silk underwear, holding it delicately with a growing smile as she saw his reaction.

-I thought you did not know about underwear...-he mumbled, funny, taking his pants sides with both hands.

-I rode Kalistrox, I am not insane-. She scoffed lowly, letting the clothe fall on the sand.

The prince giggled softly, not waiting more to lean front, and down his pants with calm, uncovering all of the skin it was covered yet. Daera did not hide any emotion, inhaling deeply when she saw his pure nakedness as he left the pants on the sand. There it was again, his beautiful...you know what.

She held her breathing, curving her brows a little to look into his eye. It looked at her back, patiently, a little nervous too. His mouth, not speaking a word. He played with his fingers cautiosly, not wanting to hurry her or make her feel obligated to nake herself too.

Seconds passed, and he was still the only one without clothes. He could not help himself but to gulp, about to step back to reach for his pants quickly.

But right at that moment, Daera took her skirt's sides, captivating his gace, and began to raise it really slowly. Her skin, at last, began to show. Her sweet brown skin, shining because of the fire in front her, or maybe it just shined on its own. Aemond does not care, too sillied to, for now he was lost on how her body started to show to him.

First, it was her legs, presuming that belt of his again. He felt so powerful when he saw it, adoring how she had a piece of him on her. But that power shuted off at the instant he saw her womanhood. Bare, clean, colorful. Then her abdomen began to show, letting him see its natural curves, and how tensed it was as she moved. And, soon, he had the blessing of seeing her breasts too. They bounced so rithmically when the dress let them go. They were perfectly round, sized and standed.

The white dress fell on the sand, being forgotten instantly. There she was, just for him to see her. And there he was, just for her to see him. Not a clothe on them, not a part of their skin covered.

As bare as the dragons they were.

Daera began to walk slowly towards him, and so did him to her. They ended face to face, just centimeters away, staring at each other deeply. The tranquile waves were calling them so hard, pleading for their presence.

And, almost at the same time, they both started to smile, having the fire waving behind them faces. Aemond's lips furrowed so proudly, with his eye shining towards her. Daera's mouth smirked closed, blinking just one time as she stared at him with trustfull and diverssion.

Long moments after pure stares, the princess began to laugh, scrunching her nose from a moment to another.

-There is no time to loose!-, she loudly shouted, suddenly turning around and running to the beach.

Aemond went breathless when seeing her from the back, how amazing it was her behind, as standed as her breast, so balanced and...incredibly well proportioned. He let out an excited laugh, not waiting more to shot out running as she did too.

Kalistrox and Vhagar looked down from the skies, seeing how their riders ran to the beach in the middle of loud laughs and screams. They were clotheless, it appeared, and it also appeared none of them cared about it.

-Seven hells, it is so fucking cold!!-. Daera screamed loudly, hugging herseld at the moment of jumping in the water.

-It is, it highly is!-. Trembled Aemond while getting close to her with steps that seemed scared, looking down with his eye wide open-. Oh gods!-, he laughs, squeaking.

-We will get use to it fast! Or well, I will-. Daera smiled proudly, taking water in her hands and pouring it into her curled hair.

-Huh?!-, he asked confused.

-The sea is in my blood, cousin!-. She proudly shouted, turning around to face the rest of the beach. Aemond stared at her behind with no restriction, sighing-. What do you have, besides your dragon blood? A sense of direction?-, she asked burlesque, refering to the lighthouse of his mother's house.

-Ahh, you are so funny!-. He pointed at her with a taunt smile, moving his finger in the air.

-Thanks, I hear that a lot-. She turns with a proud smile.

And at that moment, the prince clashed his hands so hard against the water that it all was splashed to Daera, making her shut up abruptly and close her eyes to the salty water.

-Ow, you fucking candle!-. She shouts looking at him like a beast, widely smiling. Aemond smiled moving his shoulders tauntly, as he had see her doing-. You want to fight, do you not?-. She narrowed her eyes.

-Uff, I do not think it would be wise to dare a seahorse on its natural habitat-, he scoffed with pretended fear. Daera bites her lips, truly trying to not laugh crazily.

-Ah you got your jokes too-. She mocked, and instantly began to splash a lot of water to him, wrinkling her face funnily.

-Wait, wait, not fair!-. He shouted covering himself with his arms as much as he could, feeling all the water wetting him more and more.

-Do not expect fairness on the battlefield, my prince!-. And it was so obvious that she mocked, very burlesque, Criston Cole's voice.

At that, Aemond could not hold himself. His breath left him when he began to laugh endlessly, forgetting even to shield himself from the water. When she heard him, she stopped with a curious smile, now seeing how redened he was due to her joke.

-You liked it?!-, she asked happily.

-How-how dare you?! He is a member of- of the kingsguard!-. He really tried to defend the knight, but he could not stop laughing, holding his abdomen in pain-. Oh gods, fucking Daera!-, he squeaked to the sea.

The princess laughed too with the same amusedment. His laugh was so contagious, who would have said? She, with her hair now straightened because of the water, chuckled loudly while holding herself to her knees, as he was too.

Vhagar and Kalistrox had never flied so happily before.

-You are...!-. Amused, Aemond snorted splashing water to her.

-Am what?-, she grunted doing the same.

-Stop!-, he did it again.

-You stop!-, she threw more water.

Aemond warned at her with his funny look, and she pretends to boredly yawn, making his eye to open widely.

-Come here you!-, he grunted, suddenly going to her quickly.

-No!-. Daera squeaked walking backwards, widening her smile.

-How dare you to disrespect your prince, hmm?!-. With a smirk, he reached to her, who raised her hands and so they met with his, beggining to struggle jokely-. Any last words?-, he mumbles, trying not to touch anything but her hands. He could not speak the same about his gace, which ran all over her body.

-What are you gonna do?-, she aks burlesque, just centimeters away from his face.

Aemond smiled cockily, stopping. And from a moment to another, he held her waist and suddenly lift her up from the water, carrying her in his strong shoulder.

-Aem...!-, she could not even say his name whole, for she bursted in laughs inevitably, lowering her head on his back as she chuckled with no stop.

The prince carried her with no effort, having a winner smile on his furrowed lips while he looked around the sea as if nothing was happening, hearing her laugh and squeakening. What a nice sound, he thought.

-Ahh, fuck me!-. She swore.

-I bet you wish I were-, he said casually.

-Let me go!-, she asked in the middle of her giggles. From her place, she suddenly realized she could stare fully to his bottom, which had her raising her eyebrows dumbly-. Do not let me go-, she mumbled.

-Greet the lads up there!-, he ordered with a smile, giving a soft pat on her thigh. The gods helped him to not give it on her ass, which was so close to his face.

-Oh, hi there!-. Daera smiled to the sky, waving her hand to there.

Kalistrox and Vhagar roared from the clouds, greeting back. Both royals laughed amused.

-Just having a bath down here!-, she jokes. Aemond was about to say something, but jumped when feeling how she grabbed one of his ass cheeks on one hand.

-Daera!-, he reproachs with a smile.

-I had to-, she shrugged.

Aemond licked his lips, being a gentleman and not doing it back to her. He grabbed his waist again, softly, and landed her back on the water, in front of him.

Daera looked up at his face with a smile, one he responded to, admiring how straightened her curls now were. Amazing, it was, how she still looks majestically beautiful.

-Uh, let me go real quick for a cup now-. She says with a clap, beggining to walk to the shore excitedly.

-You drink like a Bravoosi seahorse!-, he remembered what he said earlier, screaming it loud in the air.

-Let me be!-. She snorted, now walking in the sand towards the firepit, where their things still were.

Alone in the water, Aemond sighed slowly, admiring her body from his place, from head to toe. Now she was truly shining, due to being wet, and how her mane was falling on her back drove him insane, having to sigh once again, and gulping strongly.

Soon, Daera was returning, now with the golden cup on her hand. It was fulled to the top, so she approached carefully. To shorten her way, he walked some steps foward.

-Do you want some?-, she offered.

-No-, he said softly, feeling how the waves were crossing from their waists to down.

The princess nodded and drank with a smile, feeling the wine warm all of her mouth and throat. She looked up, encountering with Aemond's stare at the surroundings. He looked so calmed, and gorgeous. The leather of his eyepatch was dripping water, as well as his long hair.

-I must confess, cousin, this is some paradise you have here-. She flattered in a sigh. He smiled quietly, nodding-. Who else has been here, with you?-. She asks curiously.

Aemond turned his head to look at her, almost amused, letting a light laugh.

-There was only one cup in my coffer, cousin, remember?-. He whispers, staring at her eyes-. No feet but mine had stepped on this land before-, he softly denied. She opened her lips, truly surprised at the fact-...Now yours do-, he nodded briefly.

Daera blinked in astonishment, looking up at him with tender eyes of curiosity.

-I know it is quite late to ask, but...-she breathes deep, gulping. Aemond tilted his head to one side, never leaving her eyes-...were you bother by me being here?-, she softly asked-. I intend to be no usurper-, she says, a little timid.

At that question, he let a single laugh out, just one. He raised a hand of his, resting it tenderly against her hair. Daera sighed at the touch, furrowing her eyebrows at how much she enjoyed it.

He blinked slowly, caressing her hair with softness and care, taking one more step below the waving water. The princes stared at each other, with the tallest one observing at her with a praising gace.

-I were anything but-. He then said, low and dearly. Daera's brows curved in surprised, tilting her head against his hand, which played a little with one of her ears-...I must admit I do not remember the last time I felt this free...with somebody-, he murmurs.

The princess smiled slowly, blinking while feeling how her cheeks burned so hard. She noticed how his did too. The color red was almost palpable in that white skin of him.

-You honor me, Aemond-. She whispered, raising her cup slowly while looking at him, who was smiling tinyly.

-Are you drunk yet?-. He suddenly asks, calm, but feeling his heart beating really fast.

She looked at the wine, and laughed a bit.

-I am not yet-. She denied funnily, raising the cup to her mouth-. But one more sip, and I will probably lye with you again-, she jokes, planning on drinking.

But one of Aemond's hand rised, holding the cup slowly, so she can't have another sip. The princess let the amusedment aside, staring at his eye with her bright ones, lips opened. He shook his head a little, speaking with his gace.

He did not wanted the booze to do it. He wanted her to do it. He wanted her.

Daera blinked fastly, letting a sigh out, and throwing the cup to the sea, wasting the wine carelessly.

And she wanted him.

Aemond grabbed her waist, and she hugged his shoulders as they began to quickly kiss with no retriction anymore. They both moaned instantly, holding each other tight as they moved from one side to another.

The waves on the sea appeared to get more savages as well as their hearts, which beated rapidly against one another while they kissed hungrily, finally feeling everything they wanted to from the other.

Daera laughed excited as she lost her fingers on his hair, grabbing it a little tight. Aemond drew his tongue into her mouth, tasting all of the sweet wine, which burned between their tongues as they fighted with one another, so needy.

Seconds later, he separated from her mouth and fell on her neck, starting to kiss it so deeply and dedicated. She moaned holding his shoulders as she felt her knees shaking at the licking on her collar, remplacing the sea drops with his saliva.

-Aemond...-she groaned with pleassure, closing her eyes as she felt how he also drew his hands to her ass, grabbing it tightly.

-I had to-, he whispers the same she did before. While hearing her laughs, he moaned against her skin, dizzy at how good she tasted-. I want to make you mine-, he confesses in a low cry, going down.

-Make me yours-, she grabbed his head in the middle of his way. They both breathed shakily against the other mouth, dancing with their noses-. Make me all yours, give me your name, make me forget mine-, she whispered.

-You already made me forgot mine-, he sighs, giving her a kiss. Daera curved her eyebrows, responding with so much desire, not wanting to stop ever-. I am already yours-, he said, lowering his head.

His mouth reached one of her breast, and with no question he started to suck on it, licking it desirely. It tasted salty, because of the water, but his heavy saliva soon turned it sweet, tasting it with even more wanting.

She moaned his name loudly, knowing no one could hear them. Daera tsked with pleasure, now having a hand of his circuling against her womanhood, not touching it fully.

Aemond lost himself in those breast of hers, licking one while grabbing the other, drawing his nails into it. It was per turn. While one was at his mouth, the other was at his hand. He made her laugh of desire, acelerating her breath every time more.

-Oh Aemond, Aemond-. She moaned taking a few steps back, making him follow.

The prince finally touched her private part, taking place in the middle of its lips and sliding truly easily inside her in less than five seconds. He cried as much as she did, feeling all the wetness that covered two of his fingers.

-Daera, fuck-. He sighs, hugging her waist to make her even closer as he fingered her, full of lust.

He walked some steps, and she hung up one if her legs to his waist, opening her legs fully so he has more access to her core. The prince thanked this with a profound kiss, curling his fingers deep in her, hearing the raw sound it made, louder than the waves around.

The princess moaned with her eyes opened, staring at his face and almost cumming because of it. All wet, he was biting his lips endlessly while looking at her, smiling when their eyes connected. Aemond rested his forehead against her, both of them groaning stopless.

-You do it so good-, she said, airless.

-Your cunt is dripping more than the fucking Narrow Sea, how could it?-, he asked in a burlesque sigh. Her cunt was lubricated by its own fluids.

-All your face, all your body, it makes me weak, my prince-. She quickly said, caressing his wide back-. You enslave me with a mere look, fuck-. She groaned when he pinched her clit in a moan.

He was hardening so quick, already feeling his cock pleading for touch. She looked down at it, smiling breathless, with her breasts going up and down. Aemond kissed her, once again, not wanting to leave her cunt.

But he had to, just so he can grab both of her legs and hung her up completely on his waist. Her ass shined so much when being outed of the water, and her back curved as she hugged herself to his shoulders, beginning to kiss him hungrily, as he did too.

Aemond hugged her little waist with his big hands, beginning to walk slowly, feeling how her dripping womanhood was pressed against his abdominals, clenching into nothing, making him as hard as a rock from this very same island.

They kissed without air, not caring about it, and neither getting tired. All they wanted to do was to touch their lips until their last breaths. They fited so perfectly with each other, with his being so soft and hers so plumby. A perfect touch, it was.

-Oh Daera...-he moaned her name when she began to kiss his neck and shoulders. She loves her name being said by his voice-. You are an Old Valyrian godess-, he claims in a whispers.

-Which one am I?-, she asked, to then passing her tongue through all of his right shoulder and collarbone, to then arrive at his jaw, and lick this too. His cock twitched crazily.

-You are the bloody Tessarion-, he names the Valyrian Godess of beauty and arts in a shaken voice, holding her tightly.

-Do not name your little brother's dragon as we fuck-, she snorts, mumbling a little, for her mouth was buried on his neck.

-I apologize...-he laughed a moan, getting his mind off Daeron. She laughed too, kissing one of his cheeks deeply.

His steps finally arrived to the dry sand, walking on it while he kissed the princess slowly, both of them constantly moaning very profoundly, lost in one another. He arrived to their lightened place, stepping on her dress.

She separated from him, holding his face from both side. They stared at each other with their breaths really quickened, having their eyes shining violetly.

-Allow me, my prince...-she said, slowly getting her legs off his waist, now standing in the sand again.

-What do you to want me to allow you, cousin?-. He mumbled caressing one side of her face.

She did not have to answer him, and just smiled, lowering her height, and soon landing on her knees, covering them in sand.

Aemond afflicted his throat, and he could not even make a word out of it, when Daera opened her mouth big and hided his cock in it, holding it softly with one hand. He moaned crazily, furrowing his brows while looking down.

The image broke his sanity. There she was, kneeled on the sandy ground, all naked and lubricated with sweat and water, looking up at him with her big eyes and bouncing tits as she sucked his dick with her cheeks so very wetly and deeply. He closed his eye strongly, almost falling back but holding his place so he can keep feeling this marvel.

-Daera, for the seven's sakes-. Aemond silly whispered, having to look back again. He wanted a paint of her so bad.

Funnily, she hummed on his cock, sending all of the vibrations to every part of his body, making him cry in pleasure. Automatically, he put his hands on the sides of her head, starting to thrust slowly into her warmed mouth. She closed her eyes at the feeling, letting him do whatever he wants to.

Aemond moaned, and it almost sounded like a cough, so strong and growl. He felt how one hand of hers began to touch his balls as well, doing it with such careness but also with desire, bouncing them slowly with her soft fingers.

-Fuck, fuck, fuck-. He swore endlessly, being rare of him, but he could not hold it-. You take me so well, Daera, fuck!-. He groaned to the sky, then looking at her again.

-Uhum-, she hummed once again. She was in heavens as feeling how he was fucking her mouth slowly, going backwards and fowards with his thick cock, which felt so hot in her mouth. She wanted to chew it because of its awesome taste, but she knew that would hutr him really badly.

-I...I...-he breathed quickly, biting his lips strongly, so hardly-. Daera-, when he moaned her name, his knees shook crazily.

Noticing how he was fighting against his own weight, she helped him in that. She grabbed his hands and pulled him down, at which he did not resisted to, letting out a high moan. With his dick now out again, he lyed all his body against her wrinkled dress in the ground. They had a lot of sand on their bodies, but they could not care less.

The prince looked at his cousin, who licked her lips as she crawled to him, ending above of his body. Aemond, breathless, grabbed her face and kiss her profoundly, tasting himself on her tongue. They savored each other fiercely, as beasts, moaning against each other.

While their lips danced, Aemond changed the position when holding her waist and giving a sudden turn. Daera ended lying in the dress, and he was now above her, holding his weight on one elbow resting next to her face. The princess gasped surprised, and the prince sighed at the beauty under him.

-You have had me dreaming of you, Daera-. He confessed in a low tone, having some of his wet strands of hair resting on her breasts-. You have me...gone to madness-, he sniffed the salt in her, almost sobbing.

-I am no dream of yours anymore, Aemond-. She took his head in a whisper, smiling up to him-. I am real, I am true-, she sighed at the beauty above of her-...You can take me all, at this moment, with that mighty cock you have, with your fingers, with everything you want-she nodded quickly-. Just fuck me, Aemond...-she softly pleaded.

Slowly, the one-eyed began to smile, so widely, staring down at her with every second that passed. She smiled too, caressing his hair with no repentance. Her mind was clearer than ever, and she was sure.

-I want you-, she whispered.

Aemond sighed, driving his lips into hers and kissing them for an uncountable time. She grabbed his neck, responding wildly. She felt how he made her legs open, holding one of her knees. Daera instantly crossed that leg on his back, pressing him against her while nodding excited.

And so, she felt how his cock began to fill her womanhood slowly. Daera opened her mouth in a scream full of pleasure, while Aemond grunted so hard, tightening his fists on the sand.

The prince groaned at how good she felt, how wetly she held his cock. He didn't wait much to starting to move, doing it slowly and fulled of passion. She bites her lips in a long moan, holding his ass while the thrusts began to go deep into her, who was able to give host to all of the cock's lenght.

-Aemond-, she named with the silliest smile, staring up at him at every moment.

-Daera-, he named her back in a moan, making his hips dance so his dick moved so smoothly inside her. That caused her to scream again, holding to his back.

-Seven hells!-, she squeaked hard-. I...I...-she was breathless.

-I want to paint all of your fucking body-, he sighs while going back and foward. She moaned-. I want to make you all mine, Daera, I want you to make me this hard, every day, to take me this good, every day-, he says desirely.

-And I want to...-she did not finish her sentece, moaning too much to do so.

-I want to fuck you until I die, for the Warrior's sake, you feel so marvelous-. Aemond groaned on one of her tits, licking it briefly-. I want to-

-I want to ride you!-, she suddenly interrupted, with the pinch of sanity she still had.

Aemond shuted up, and stopped his thrusts, so shocked at her desire. He did not think it possible, but his cock grew even harder, letting out a surprised grunt. Daera sighs a smile, beginning to nod to him.

Without one more word, she was the one that now changed the positions. She turned Aemond's body, and sat above his abdomen, planting her hands on his chest as he looked at her amazed, with his mouth open.

-Oh gods...-he moaned when feeling her wet cunt, and seeing it too, from close.

-I will ride you...-Daera put her hands on his, intertwining all of their ten fingers strongly-...as the dragon you are...-she moaned-, as you deserve to be ridden-, she looked at him.

-I do not think I am ready-, he shakes his head with his eye wide opened.

-Well...-she sighed, starting to slowly sit on his erection. Aemond's mouth went shocked, beginning to breath so fucking shakily-, you will never be, truly-. Daera smiled, starting to bounce above of him.

He moaned while trembling, suddenly grabbing her thighs really tight, drawing his nails in them. His cock twitched crazily, and she grunted when she felt it, smiling stopless while moving all over him, without hurting him. At the contrary, he was in the seven heavens.

-Oh Daera, Daera...-he named shakily, having his eye connected with her. The princess laughed and moaned at the same time, getting her chest closer to his as she rode him so good-. My Valyrian godess-, he sighed.

-Oh yes-, she groaned at the name, going even faster, now above his pulsing cock. Aemond hold her waist in a moan, squeazing it with a smile full of desire while they looked at each other's eyes-. I am going to come-, she said with no breath.

-Do it, above of me, all over me, do it-. He pressed her skin harder, feeling how her cunt's wall pressed even hearder against his dick, driving him closer too.

-Mmm, Aemond!-. Her voice broke while moving faster and faster on top of him, hearing their sweats and skins clashing rapidly-. Come with me-, she pleads.

-I will come with you, princess-. He quickly nodds, pressing his teeth hard as he made pressure on his abdomen and legs, thrusting against her core abruptly.

-OH!-, she screamed to the sky as she threw her head back, feeling how a violent orgasm reach her from one moment to another-. SEVEN...hells, Aemond!-, she shouts loudly, for he kept hitting her pussy with no stop.

And, soon enough, he cummed too, hiding his cock deep in her while feeling how he reached one single heaven, her. Aemond groaned, swore and moaned at the dreamy moment. He looked at her, admiring how she was looking back at him while twitching and whimpering, having a smile on her bited lips.

The one-eyed cried a low moan as they began to stop moving, very slowly. Step by step, their breathings started to be calm again, as much as they could. Sweat, water, sand and fluids covered all of their skin, like it was their clothing.

Daera softened her lips, sighing, under his gace. She placed her hands on the sand, planning on lean front to lye on his chest.

-Will you leave now?-. He suddenly asked, scared. She stopped at that moment, surprised. She, then, remembered that that is what she did last time after they finished. She ran from him.

Tenderly ashamed, the princess formed a little agitated smile, placing her hands now on both sides of his face. Aemond gulped, breathing fast, seeing how she curved her back so she could be centimeters from his gace.

The fire shined in their eyes.

-I am not going anywhere-, she whispered softly. The prince blinked with slowness, admiring her whole-. I will not swim, nor I will fly away now-, she denied with tenderness, caressing his high cheekbones-...I can not, now-. The princess confessed, feeling how her heart was so entirely fulled, all of a sudden. She would not abandon that feeling for anything in the Seven Kingdoms.

-I do not wish you to, either-. Aemond mumbled, directing his hands to her face to, holding it perfectly into them.

Daera smiled sweetly, leaning a little more so their noses touched. When feeling that, they both smiled, closing their eyes quietly. It was just them in the moment, literally, no one else mattered.

The One-Eyed Prince sighed from his lips, surrounding all of her back with his arms, pulling her softly. That is how they kissed, doing it so slowly. There was not rush in this one, fulled of dedication, and sweetness.

When they separated again, their eyes were tired but enlightened, smiling lightly to each other.

-Stay...-, he mumbled. She let all her breath out at his tone, so deary and soft. She felt in a dream.

Daera smiled placing her jaw on his chest, looking straight at his eye. Aemond smiled too, caressing her waist and behind with such delicacy, as if he was touching thin glass.

-I told you I am not going anywhere...-the princess slowly blinks, puting a strand of his hair behind his ear-. I am too exhausted now-, she made a funny face, sighing.

-Ah, we both are then-. He murmured with a tired laugh, having his eye shining only for her, and at her.

Daera chuckled, letting all of her naked body lye against Aemond's, who hugged her deeply while starting to kiss her, once again.

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-WHERE. THE FUCK. IS DAERA?!-

A red-eyed Daemon shouted at the scared dragonkeepers.

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i am sobbing

Aemond's coldness and seriousness going away as soon as someone is truly comprehensive and kind to him is cannon to me 😭😭😭

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falloutnv-mojavewasteland · 6 months

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Chapter Three

Legion Justice

Nipton

Vulpes Inculta watched ugly yellow green flames lap at the remains they devoured. The voices gnawing at him, their non stop yammering tensing his back. Weak. Filthy. Nothing. Prey. They deserved this. Like so many in this Degenerate territory.

He breathed in the copper smell of the gore and visaria drying to his hands and arms. The sweet metallic smell easing the voices and their chattering, the tension in his spin and neck traveling into his gut making him hard. Should have kept Syliva around. He thought as he adjusted his cingulum.

Focused on the laping flames, his thoughts drifted to other things. Specifically that Courier who had been shot. Sitting with the Sergeant in Town Hall had proved unprofitable. The Profligate lacked knowledge of the happenings in Goodsrpings, but upon meeting Incultas ripper the good Sargent knew a great deal about The Mojave Outpost. It wasn't exactly what The Frumentarius was searching for, but it would sate his appetite for now.

"Sir." Gabban said from beside him. "We are ready to move out"

Pulled from his thinking he nods, waves the other man off. The absent-minded dismissal perks Gabbans attention. "What troubles you?" He asks his Commander.

Still focused on the flames, their reflection dancing in his road goggles. He answers his second in command honestly. "I believe, one of My Couriers was assaulted in Goodsprings" it is cold, empty.

"Which one? Not a Frumintarii, an informant, yes?"

Juniper stared down at the body, fucking cunt.

Vulpes nods his head. "My two Frumintarii are handling business elsewhere. Leaving my two informants, one I sent to Circle Junction, the other back this way. I haven't heard from either." He looks up at Gabban. "They both are over due for a check in."

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"You can't run up on people like that"

Taking a deep breath, she looks up at the crimson banners that flapped lazily in the low breeze. Caesar's Legion. Her stomach churned from the weight sinking down into it. Swallowing the forming lump in her throat.

Crouching down, she starts digging into the man's pockets. Pulling out nothing but a few bottle caps and a scrap of paper. Shoving what she found into her satchel, her ears picked up on a sound.

Boots on sand, soft stepping as quietly as possible. Coming up from behind her, she stills. Hand inching towards her gun. As the slow and steady boots grew closer, she pulled her gun. Cocking the weapon and pointing it at her would be assailant.

Oh no, her finger stills on the trigger. Eyes narrowing at the man staring down at her, from underneath a wolf's cowl. Swallowing down the unease in her throat she says in Latin. "Does Mars bless you with Victory on this day?" Hand shaking slightly as she pointed her gun.

Vulpes Inculta, stops hands spaling out to show her he was unarmed. Tilting his head to the side, he smiles down at the Courier.

"That he has" Taking a short step towards her, he folds his arms behind him and continues speaking. "Does Mercurius guide you swiftly on your path, Courier?"

The Courier takes a deep breath and stands. Shaking off the small virtigo, "As well as he" she disarms her weapon and holsters it, she steadies herself. Getting a look from the man in front of her. "blesses the Harvest." She finishes.

He takes a tentative step towards her, "Tell me, Courier." It's soft, almost a whisper. More steps follow bringing him into her space. Close enough, his scent wafts into her nostrils. Smoke and copper linger over his own masculine smell. She chews her lip, looks at her boots. "Why are you not in Circle Junction?"

She says nothing, continues staring at her boots.

"Something else caught your attention?" He continues, low and gravely."Was certain, I had made clear, your assignment." Clasping his fingers to her chin, pulling her attention away from the ground and up to him."Or have you taken to disobeying me now?"

The woman stared at him, fingers fidgeting with the strap of her bag. Watching him watch her, she swallows. Trys to to shake her head no, "I'' Chewing her lip. "Would never." She pauses, tries to look down. "Never, disobey you"

He hums, it's vibration loud in his chest. Moving his fingers from her chin to her throat. He rests his hand there, thumb stroking her thumping pulse. "Yet," he says before swallowing, hidden eyes flicking to the festering wound on her head. "You are here?"

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Vulpes Inculta had seen his fair share of tears. Not a stranger in the least, he had come acquainted with the emotional bleeding of others. Often being the byproduct of his own cruel and sadistic actions. Something he took more pride in then he should. Juniper was no different, he had been witness to her tears many times. Such tears were often shed only between them. During their private meetings.

"Next thing I know, I'm waking up with this." She pointed to the side of her head, while she leaned against the arm of a torn couch. "And nobody," she glances up at him, sniffing "Can give me a fucking straight answer."

Standing next to her in the time eroded house, Vulpes reaches for the Courier. Running the backs of his fingers down her cheek. Its soft, placating, the action easing the tension in the womans body. Trailing down her jaw, to her neck. He threads his fingers into the hair, at the base of her skull. Griping a fistfull of matted and dreaded locks, he maneuvers her head, tilts it just right, so he can examine the botched stitching.

"Ow." She wines.

"Why have you not taken care of this?" He cuts in, free hand probing at the wound.

Red and inflamed, it oozes puss and reeks of sickness. Curling a nostril, Vulpes tightens his grip. Fingers pressing into the tender sides of the swollen stitches. Hissing out Juniper trys to pull away from the man. Choking out a soft ow. It does nothing, only makes his hand on her hair tighten.

"Answer me." He says low, in a tone she hated. The one that reminded her of her father. "Juniper" he pulls her hair forcing her to look at him.

Staring up at The Frumentarius' she answers in latin. "To focus on finding the asshole who did it."

His fingers relaxed, they trail along the back of her neck, "It's infected"

Wiping at her eyes, she nods. "I know."

"Then why," Vulpes says, fingers massaging the back of her neck. "Do you not take care of it like you should?'

She snorts, easing more at his touching. "I.. " she starts to say, eyes finding her dirty hands more interesting. "I don't know, I " she breaths in.

Humming out, he steps away and towards the kitchen. Removing his cowl and road goggles, tossing both onto the table shoved against the wall. Before rummaging around the bottom cabinet. Finding what he was looking for, he pulls out a Mojave Express satchel and sets it on the counter. While digging through the bag he snaps his fingers at Juniper, pointing at the table without looking at her.

Not saying a word, she stands from the couch and makes her way to the table. Sitting in the chair the improper way and watches as The Frumentarius pulls out a half used bottle of vodka and a crude first aid kit.

“You know," she starts to say, as he moves his supplies to the table. "you really don't have to do this" she says "I could have.. Owww!” The Courier jerks her head away.

With a growl Vulpes latches onto her jaw, holding her head in place, while looking over the wound. “No, you wouldn't have." It's sharp and to the point "You, barely maintain a proper diet as is.” grabbing the liquor, "hold still" he pours it over her scalp.

It stings everywhere, making the Courier grit her teeth. "Mother."

Looking over the wound, he pushes loose hair away, before giving another heavy pour on her head. Followed by a quick drench to his hands.

"Try not to move." he says, going to work on her head. “Please”

Focused on the woman's head, he cuts at the stitches, slow. Taking his time he starts pulling them out, slower. It causes Juniper's stomach to lurch. Swallowing it down its made worse by what the Frumentarius says.

"You haven't told me everything, Femina." he pauses, focused on a rancid puss pocket. Tugging at the thread holding the inflamed and swollen skin together. "You know I can tell, when You keep things from me." He continues, but stops his work on her stitches.

Eyes focused on the wall ahead of her, Juniper breaths in deep. A sinking cold pit, inching from her throat into her stomach. Making itself at home with the soft mantra of you are in so much fucking trouble.

"Being shot in the head, mess," she starts to say but is cut off by the man's low and dangerous words.

"Your eye contact is poor, and you shake" he pauses, breaths in and goes back to pulling out her stitches. "Things" he continues. "You tend to do, when you have been inhaling that filth and lie, hold still." He finishes, pouring vodka into the now open wound. Flushing it best he could.

Taking a makeshift cloth, he soaks it in the liquor and starts to wipe at the dirt, puss and grim. Holding back her tears, Juniper breaths out.

"I." She starts to say, wincing at the rough way Vulpes wipes at the open wound. "Was angry." She confesses.

He stills, cloth pressed against her head. "That I was sending you to Circle Junction?"

"Yes"

Tossing the cloth down, he moves in front of her. Hands going to the sides of her face. Making her look at him he says. "Lanius will be arriving in The Mojave soon. I felt it was the best option for you."

There is something more there, hidden in the way he looks at her. Something he doesn't want her to know. She sees it, and wants to ask about it. Let's it die in her throat when he kisses her on the mouth. It's personal, familiar. Giving in, she responds.

"Tell me" he says, pulling away and resting his forehead against hers. "Everything that happened that night" he kisses her again. "Who was there, what did they look like?" Pulls away, hand going back to her chin. "And more importantly" he smiles at her.

Hand going to her throat, it catches her off guard. The way he shoves her out of the chair and onto the table. Forcing her onto her back, he stands between her legs. Pressing his weight onto her. She fights him, hands going to his forearm. Gripping her nails in, he squeezes her neck tighter. Cutting off her air supply. Immediately she stops, shakes her head and mouths please. It gets a smirk, and a little leeway.

"Tell me, Femina." He says low and close to her ear. "Was it that degenerate you use to fuck?"

She nods tears breaking free.

"I see." He hums out, leans over her. "You know, there is a raid camp not to far from here." He smirks, pulls her up from the table and into him. "I'm sure they'd enjoy me sharing you for the evening. What do you think?"

Shaking her head best she can, she starts to cry. Desperate and shamefully, stuttering out.

"I didn't even buy. I was put into the ground by that checkered suited bastard!"

Checkered suit?

Vulpes eases, shushes her. Collects himself, "What did you say?" Hand leaving her neck to rest on her chest. "A checkered suit?"

Breathing in deep, and wiping at her face. Juniper nods. "He hired the Kahns." Another breath. "I was angry about the big circle, saw Jesseup outside, thought about buying, followed him to the cemetery, then woke up in the dirt with a gun in my face." Her fingers finds his hand on her chest. "I.." she trails, swallowing the building knot. "know sorry is unacceptable."

It gets a raised brow. "You were doing so well." He says low, shifting to a more comfortable position between her legs. "You know, how I hate to see you using that filth" he kisses her neck. "There are better ways for you to cope with your anger."

Snorting, her hands find his armor. "Crucifying whole towns is better." She says working out a knot.

"I do as Our Lord commands." He says watching her undo the ties in his armor. "As you know" he stops her, hand encasing hers. "This checkered suit." He pauses, waits for her to look at him. "Did you tell him you work for me?"

She nods.

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itsthesinbin · 2 years

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Lucifer’s a slut (Lucifer/Male!Reader)

A friend of mine wanted Lucifer being a WHORE. Heehoo hope u guys enjoy it

Warnings: Minor CBT, dick stepping, dom/sub dynamics, Bondage, degradation

Reader and Lucifer both have a pepis

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“The mighty Lucifer, on his knees. Cute, really.” The demon in question stared up at you, a redness to his cheeks and neck that you didn’t see too often. At least, not in public. Lucifer’s wings were tied behind his back, much like his wrists. They flapped feebly, attempting to relieve some of the energy that was coursing through him.

You circled the demon, pushing his head back down forcefully when he attempted to look up. His wings twitched in response, and he bit back a growl. You couldn’t help but smile.

“There something you want to say?” There was a warning tone to your voice. One that made Lucifer’s legs want to close. He kept still, however.

“No, sir,” he grunted as you let his head go. You couldn’t help but hum slightly, amused. You knew the poor man was straining in his position on the floor. Many things were straining, if the bulge in his pants was any indication. You stopped in front of him once again.

Lucifer dared a glance, and you allowed him to finally look up at you again. You put your hands on your hips, thumbs hooking into your belt. Lucifer couldn’t help the shudder that ran down his spine when he saw the smirk on your lips and your shirt unbuttoned. His wrists twisted in his binds. He could snap them, if he really wished to, sure. Every time he thought of it, though, your voice rang through his head.

“Where’s the fun in that?”

So, like a good demon, he restrained himself.

You leaned down, grabbing his heated face. Lucifer's eyes drifted to the side, but a click of the tongue brought him back to attention. The smug smile on your face made the demon squirm from his position on the floor. His gaze flicked down to where your shirt was opened, then up to your lips, before back to your eyes.

“May I-?” You squeezed his jaws, making him snap his mouth closed.

“I didn’t say you could speak yet,” you hummed, letting him go and standing again. A soft keen escaped from the back of Lucifer’s throat at the loss of contact. His wings shifted again, catching your eye.

“What’s your color?” You saw him swallow, eyes slipping shut. He let out a shaky breath.

“Yellow… My wings-.” Your smile went from smug to caring, placing a careful hand on his head as you walked behind him. You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek as you crouched down to undo the bindings on his wings.

“Good boy. Your arms alright?” The demon shuddered at the praise. His wings stretched immediately upon being released. You muttered to yourself, a note to mess around with how his wings would be tied for better comfort, as you tossed the rope away.

“I’m… my arms are fine, my lord.” You nodded slightly, patting his cheek just a bit harsher than you normally would. It sent the message across, as he immediately straightened back up.

You circled him like a hawk one last time, brushing your fingertips along one of his gorgeous wings. His feathers ruffled in response, puffing up as if he was about to shake them out.

You stopped in front of him once again, foot moving out to one of his thighs. Immediately, he spread his knees further apart, his breathing picking up at such a simple touch. Right where you wanted him.

“Opening your legs without me even asking? An eager slut, aren’t we,” you laughed. Lucifer’s face burned with embarrassment, but his hips just barely twitched in response. An odd clicking noise came from him.

You moved your foot from his leg, adjusting your stance so you could plant it on his crotch instead. Lucifer let out a deep, pathetic whine that sent a jolt through you. You pressed the heel of your shoe against his balls, glancing up at his face to gauge his reaction. His jaw tensed and his teeth clenched, but the way his eyes rolled told you he was enjoying himself.

“Nasty thing, aren’t you? Are you getting off to this?” A shuddery exhale left him as your foot shifted, putting more pressure toward the head this time. His feathers ruffled in response, wings twitching. You reached down, grabbing a handful of his hair to make him look up at you.

“I asked you a question, slut. Are you getting off to this?” Lucifer’s breath hitched, that beautiful red making its way across his cheeks once again. This man was going to be the death of you.

“Yes, sir,” he groaned. Lucifer looked up at you, silently pleading as his hips subtly rolled against your shoe. He swallowed thickly, trying to keep his breathing steady.

“Please- please, sir, can you fuck me?” You loved it when he finally pulled out the begging. It had taken a while for Lucifer to loosen up like this. Even if he was fine being submissive from the get-go, the begging was something that took a lot of time for him to get used to. The fact he was doing it unprompted, now, was even better.

“I think you can cum just fine like this. Don’t you? You’re already grinding against me like a whore in heat. No need for either of us to get undressed for it,” you hummed, letting his hair go. Lucifer moaned, taking that as permission to grind against your shoe more openly.

“It’s so easy to get you like this. You'd be my little slut all day for me if I asked, wouldn’t you? No pact needed.” Lucifer nodded as you slid your foot along his cock. An inhuman growl left him as his hips bucked.

“I’d do- fuck- I’d do anything for you, my lord-!” Your own cock was near aching at this point. The image of Lucifer like this will forever be burned into your mind’s eye. He really was a beautiful man.

“I know you would. That’s why you’re gonna cum in your pants like this, right?” His wings twitched and flared out. Almost like you had used your pact on him, Lucifer couldn’t help but cum as soon as you said that. His hips jerked and his breath caught in his throat. You could see the stain forming on his pants and knew he’d complain about it tomorrow. You’d both have messy pants by the end of this, you were sure, so at least he wouldn’t be alone in that annoyance.

Lucifer panted, catching his breath as you removed your foot from his cock. You stared down at the wet spot on his pants with pride, something that your demon no doubt could feel rolling off of you.

You moved around him, untying his wrists to make this next part easier.

“You’re pathetic, you know that? It’s cute.” You dropped the rope, moving to a nearby chair. Lucifer didn’t move, waiting on your command. You used a couple fingers to motion him forward.

“Now get in my lap. I’m not done with you yet.”

#obey me #om #om lucifer #nsft #my fic

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heartkook · 2 years

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long day || jeon jungkook

jungkook x reader

summary: both you and jungkook have had a long day, and you revel in each other’s company once you make it back home.

genre: fluff!

words: 1250

let’s just pretend it hasn’t been literal years since I last posted :)

It was a cold night, and wind was battering the walls of my apartment, rain splattering the windows wildly. I glanced over at the doors leading to the balcony, watching the plants on the table stand heroically as their stems were bent and their leaves flapped desperately.

Just as I was wondering if I should bring them inside, I heard the front door being opened, and some shuffling noises. I left my desk to peer around the corner, and pulled my sleeves over my hands at the draft that had been let in whilst the door was ajar.

“Look at the state of me.” Jungkook stood in the entryway, pouting and holding out his arms to show me that his coat was soaked through. His hair clung to his forehead and his chin was dripping. I pursed my lips to stop the laugh trying to force its way out and shuffled over, looking him over as he continued to frown.

“My poor baby.” I mumbled and knelt down to untie the laces of his sodden shoes. I leaned them against the wall by the door and then stood up to unbutton his coat. I noticed he was trembling slightly, and quickened my pace. “You know there’s a thing called an umbrella.”

He scrunched up his nose. “I tried to use one, smartass, but it kept getting inverted by the wind.”

I tutted, shaking my head and enjoying how his pout deepened. He seemed so young whenever he got stroppy like this. With his coat off and hung up, I took him by the hand and led him up the stairs to the bathroom. His fingers were freezing and I brought them up to my lips as we walked, only letting go to turn on the shower. He whined, reaching for my hand again. I smiled and fiddled with the temperature controls with one hand, the other still in his cold grip.

“Right then.” I turned to him and pulled my jumper over my head, already toeing off my socks. “Strip.”

His eyes widened, and despite the pathetic state he was in, the corner of his mouth still lifted in a smirk. “Yes ma’am.”

I pulled off my own clothes as quickly as possible, desperate to get under the hot water. Jungkook was struggling to peel off his soaking socks and I laughed as I stepped into the shower. “What a sexy sight.”

He lifted his head, raising his pierced eyebrow and giving me a look that made my stomach flutter. Socks abandoned on the floor, he finally pulled the rest of his clothes off and took one large step until he was under the water with me. I shrieked at the feeling of his hands on my waist.

“You are freezing!” I stepped back against the wall.

“I know,” he laughed, and stepped closer again. “That’s why we’re in here.” This time he trapped me in with arms, leaning his palms against the wall either side of my head. He shut his eyes, face inches from mine, and tilted his head back as he enjoyed the hot water hitting his back.

He let out a long sigh of relief, smiling slightly, and I swallowed deeply, unable to take my eyes off him. He opened his eyes, smirking down at me when he realised I’d been staring. He leaned down until his nose was touching mine, gaze flickering between my eyes and my mouth. But before he could kiss me a shiver ran through my body; the wall was cold against my back and I was barely under the hot water anymore, his large frame blocking most of it. Jungkook frowned.

“Come here.” He murmured, pulling me off the wall and into his arms. His skin was warmer now, and I relished in the feeling of his body against mine, resting my head on his shoulder and trailing my hands through the ends of his hair. His fingers ran up and down my spine, massaging the muscles of my shoulder and he swayed us slightly from side to side.

“You’re tense.” He said in my ear, rubbing my neck with one hand. I hadn’t realised, but he was right. This sort of weather always left me on edge, and it had been a long day of work. I took a deep breath and tried to relax my muscles, leaning more heavily into him. He took the weight easily, wrapping his arms around my waist to support me. “Baby.” He mumbled sympathetically, pressing kisses to my cheek and shoulder.

“You are too.” I say, feeling the hard muscles of his back and pressing my fingers into the places I could feel the most tension. I hit a tight spot at his shoulder and he groaned, squirming in my grip. I laughed. “Stay still you big baby.” He let me massage it for a while longer before pulling back to push his hair off his forehead, licking the water off his lips.

“Let me wash your hair.” I said, reaching for the shampoo. He obligingly turned around, letting me reach up to massage it through the roots and ends of his hair. As I washed it out, smoothing my fingers through the dark curls, he started singing. Some soft melody, bouncing beautifully off the walls of the bathroom, and I smiled. Still humming, he turned around and took the shampoo from me. I turned to face the wall and felt his fingers rubbing it into my hair, taking his time to massage my scalp. I closed my eyes in bliss.

“Have you eaten?” I asked him once my hair was clean, turning around to see him looking at me with warm eyes. He nodded, ceasing his humming to step forward and push his lips against mine. My arms looped around his neck and he deepened the kiss, gripping my waist.

“And you?” He mumbled against my mouth. Water was dripping down both of our faces.

“Mhhm,” I nodded, “probably too much.” He laughed sweetly, kissing me again.

“Don’t be silly.”

The bathroom was a steam room by the time we got out. Jungkook threw his own towel around his waist before holding mine open for me. I let him wrap it around my body, and he rubbed his hands up and down my arms with a twinkling smile.

“Feeling better?” I asked as he rubbed his hair with a towel, now in dry clothes. He nodded with a sleepy smile.

“Much. Thank you.”

He started to head towards the bedroom, turning back to check I was following. I hesitated at the top of the stairs, but I hadn’t even said anything before he was walking over to grab my hand and pull me away.

“No, no, no. No more work.” He chided. I tried to meekly pull away, with no success as he effortlessly pulled me into the bedroom and steered me towards the bed. Once I was in, he got in and threw a large arm over me so that I couldn’t escape. But under the covers, my soft pyjamas on, and Jungkook’s warmth next to me, there wasn’t much that could have forced me out of that bed.

I turned my head and kissed his nose, turning the light off with my other hand. He was already dozing, breaths deep and even. I shuffled closer, letting him curl his arm around my head, fingers lazily playing with my hair. The weather carried on outside, battering the window. Neither of us noticed.

#bts imagine #jungkook x reader #fluff #jungkook scenario #yes i disappeared off the face of the earth #probably no one even remembers this account #but i impulsively wrote this in half an hour and thought it was cute #so here #bts reaction #jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook x reader #bts fluff

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smutty-ki113r · 3 years

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🎠Laughing Jack🎠|| Carousel

Fluff one-shot x gn!reader— only warning is angst (2.6k)

Inspired by: Melanie Martinez

After months of endless nagging you finally convinced Laughing Jack to let you visit his amusement park. He had claimed it was too scary and you would get creeped out but you weren’t one to take no for an answer.

Giving you a piece of candy so the trans-dementional trip wouldn’t be too hard on you. Tasting the sour lemon taffy he gave you and making a tense face as the flavor pulled at your taste buds and stuck to your teeth.

Your head getting dizzy as your surroundings warped and his room became red and white vertical stripes. Blinking a couple times as he leaned into your face, “are you alright?”

“I’m fine!” You told him, almost falling back at how close he was. As soon as your perception adjusted you looked for the exit to the tent you were inside. “Onward!” You said excited, marching comedically to the entrance flap.

“This isn’t exactly the safest place”, he called from behind, catching up with ease because his legs were so long. “You need to stay close to me at all times” you smiled at him, it’s not like you were complaining, “got that?”

Giving him a keen nod you stepped out of the grand tent. Squinting at the sky, which was tainted a dusty gray, swirly clouds amber of scattered around in the background. The carnival was beautifully revolting, with littered attractions as far as the eye could see.

The place looked somewhat abandoned, if you get past the faint cries of children, from their souls stored in toys. Rides that once colored a vibrant red had paint chipped, specks of dull metal flaked over the bars.

Game stands broken down and leaning unsteadily, disturbing toys with eyes and limbs missing hanging from the top. It looked like it might fall down at any minute, but you couldn’t help but notice the newer looking boxes of supplies lying around next to the stands.

Fairy lights hung from the tilted signs, decorating the food court. A fresh trail had been made between the rides.

It warmed your heart that he had made subtle efforts to fix the place up, he certainly didn’t think you would notice.

Looking back at his nervous smile, Jack was terrified you would hate the place. You thought all but the opposite, giving him a big grin. Your expression relaxed him, assuring him that you wouldn’t think he was a freak and leave. His whole demeanor shifting, making him more comfortable and even enthusiastic.

Straightening out and giving you jazz hands, “what are you waiting for?” putting one hand on his hip to motion you to the park with the other “lets go have fun!”

Following behind you with a giggle as you approached the carnival games. The ring toss looking somewhat appealing in between the other activities, so you told him you wanted to play.

“Basically you get 5 rings, if you get at least 3 in the pins you win a prize” he explained.

“Alright alright lemme try” you waved him off, snatching the rings and giving one a toss. It missed, you brushed it off. The second one made it in and Jack gave a little cheer, it still wasn’t enough.

Hyperfocusing on the pin in the middle make a soft throw upward, the edge hitting the top of the pin and falling to the side. You gave a groan, calculating your last two throws.

Your forth throw made the pin to the side, and you only had one more try left. Aiming for another pin at the side to release, the ring clanging against it and falling to the floor.

You went to look at Jack with a frown but he wore a happy expression, “you won!” He exclaimed. Confused you turned back, finding the ring you had just tossed around the last pin. You were completely certain you had missed it, racking your mind for an explanation as jack handed you a small purple bunny that was missing an arm.

Realizing that Jack had manipulating the game so you could win, throwing him a knowing glance. He just happened to be looking away, whistling guiltily.

Squeezing the bunny you moved onto the next game, it was ballon dart toss. The stand had pale red and black balloons scattered across a board. Excitement was written all over his face, you cocked an eyebrow in question.

“It’s a two person game!” He said, “whoever pops more balloons wins!”

He handed you four darts and kept four for himself, “you can go first” he motioned with a grin. Pacing the dart in two fingers a couple times before throwing at a balloon. Giving a groan when you missed and waiting for him to go.

Being as skilled as he was he managed to land one in a bullseye. “Oh it’s on” you dared, getting one point yourself. LJ got the second one too, staring at you intensely as you evened out the score.

Giving him a small smile as the dart broke the surface of the balloon with a sharp noise “pop goes the weasel right?” You laughed, referring to his famous song.

He looked at you almost in shock, taken aback by your joke. Shaking himself into reality he broke out in a light blush, a part of him touched, as if you were accepting him for who he was.

Too distracted by your eyes on him to play the game with concentration. Missing the third one with a growl he waited for you to take your turn, which you lost. It was the last point and Jack was a shoe in, so obviously he took the victory.

You were happy for him, passing along a “good job!” as he retrieved the big brown teddy bear that was half his size, and all of yours. It was missing an eye, thin stands of makeshift fur pulled out and a silky red bow around it’s neck.

“Here” he said, dangling it in front of you.

“For me?” You asked, “but you won”, trying to look up at him but the bear blocked most of your view, only letting you see above his nose.

“Just take it” he practically pushed it into you, making you blow out an oof.

Holding it to the side at the torso with one hand you broke out in a grin “thank you for the plushie” you said, hugging him from the side and squeezing his torso “but I want you to be my teddy” you laughed. He looked incredibly flustered, frozen as you broke away.

“You’re big and tall” you tippy toed up to give his shoulder pad feathers a ruffle “and fluffy”

The man looked like he was about to faint so you decided to knock it off, laughing and telling him you wanted to go on the carousel next. Quickly, LJ happily led you too it, skipping in front of you (mostly to hide his blush).

Standing at the controls to cue a round, watching you walk around to find a pretty horse. Given, all of them had dark spots and chipped paint, but they worked all the same. Leaving the bear on another horse and climbing onto a white one that had a yellow saddle, intricate lacy designs patterned on the sides. Royal blue reigns across it’s chest and a lion on a crest.

It was beautiful, and you traced your fingers on the drawing. It must have been stunning, but the weathering of time and agony had gotten to it. A painful reminder of what was, a mere reflection of the chipping away of a joyful being.

Prying away from your thoughts as you felt the vibrations of Jack stepping onto the walkway- with one of his big smiles. Even after everything, he still wore a smile. It made you want to tear up, he really needed all the love he could get.

He was too tall to get on a horse, so he just stood by you. His big hand gracing the golden pole and holding on, watching as you peeked up at him. Even though his eyes were constantly bright he displayed something…deeper. It was a sort of shine, a sparkle if you will, luminosity glazed over in such a way that one can only get lost in its vastness.

The looped music in the background was secondary as you rose up and down with the horse, giving Jack a little smile and thanking him for bringing you here. “I’m having a lot of fun with you” you noted.

“Well of course you are! It’s a carnival” he said with joy.

“No I mean with you” you clarified “you’re pretty great Jack”. This time he didn’t avoid your gaze, his mouth open slightly, not knowing how to react to the sincerity of the compliment.

The ride slowly came to a stop, and you were feeling slightly tingly. Maybe it was the air, or the loss of focus. “How about a roller coaster?” You dared, to which he gave a tense face.

“Those are pretty broken, you’ll probably die riding one and that’s not what we want” he said, stepping off the carousel. “How about some cotton candy instead?”

You nodded your head vigorously, following him in the pursuit for the fairy floss, the bear falling behind forgotten. Passing by more unused rides that had long past rusted and a house of mirrors to get to the food court.

Jack humming happily as he dipped a paper cone into the bowl of revolving fibers of sugar. Whipping up a swirly pink and blue cotton candy and handing it to you with a proud smile.

He went to make another treat until you spoke, “I’m not that hungry so we can share” you proposed. “If you want”

“Are you sure?” He asked, concerned that you didn’t have much appetite. “Do you want some candy or maybe a funnel cake?”

You shook him off, taking a bite out of the cloud-like dessert. It was absolutely delicious, honeyed and saccharine on your tongue in a blend of flavor you had never tasted had before.

Soft as it disintegrated onto your mouth, leaving behind a remanence of something too sweet. Bringing it up to Jack, who was so tall you had to extend your arm fully to get it to his mouth.

He simply laughed at your struggle, taking a bite before giving you a thin smile and taking it from your hand. Sitting down at a bench so that you could both share comfortably.

By the time the candy had finished you noticed little bits of the silky texture stuck on his nose. Painfully stifling a laugh you turned away.

“What’s so funny?” He asked with a genuine smile.

When you didn’t answer his tone changed, “what’s so funny huh?” he sounded a bit angered.

Hiccuping through your laughter you faced him, leaning in real close to his face, enough so that you could feel the heat emanating from it; taking a bite of the pink woven candy on his nose and holding it in your teeth.

His face went red at the sight, embarrassed that he had cotton candy on his nose. Well, that and for a moment he thought you were going to kiss him.

Noticing your hands were all sticky you asked him if there was a sink somewhere. After both of you washed your hands you sat back down at the bench.

The sky was going dark, the poofs of dusty cloud fading in with the night but still managing to remain visible. You heard a whirr as Jack turned on all the rides at the carnival, lighting the whole thing up.

You sat in awe, a mere spectator in the empty yet live amusement park. Admiring the music that added to the ambiance, watching Jack approach you.

“Wanna take a walk?” He asked, but there was something…off. LJ seemed nervous as you got up and walked next to him.

He had been thinking about it for a while now, probably even before he brought you to the carnival. Even though he had washed the gooey candy from his hands they were still sticky, but it was from sweat. Giving you side glances as you paced the trail with him.

Debating to himself whether or not he should do it, if you would hate him for it. Telling himself that he would regret it if he didn’t, but thinking about the potential negative reactions you could give.

Passing the carousel once again as you noticed the usually loud and happy clown was silent, lost in thought as he stared into the distance, his lips forming a tensing line.

Wondering if he was ok, but brining up the topic might make him uneasy. Perhaps you being there at his haunted amusement park was ticking him off, or if you taking that cotton floss off his nose was too much, or if you were pushing your luck, or worse what if you triggered hi-

All thoughts faded from your mind the moment you felt a slow, shaky hand grasp onto yours. You had to look to where he held you because he was so gentile you thought it was the wind. Holding onto you softly enough that it felt like a feather, somehow still creating a little pocket of warmth between you.

A glowing thump of heat pulsing inside your chest, happiness digging into your cells and giving you the confidence to squeeze his hand.

He let out a sharp inhale at the feel, still avoiding your gaze as he relaxed into your touch. Not daring to move his hand too much or he might risk ruining the moment, afraid of hurting you with his claws.

Approaching the Ferris wheel he finally spoke, “this is probably the one ride that won’t break”, not a peep about holding you. “Do you want to go on?”

You finally caught his gaze, absolutely melting at the smile in his eyes. Responding with a ‘yes’ and letting him open the door for you. Sustaining his grip with you as he helped you on, not letting go even after you sat.

The cart wasn’t exactly small, but with a guy the size of Jack it was pretty compacted. It’s not like you minded, the lack of space gave you an excuse to bunch up alongside him. The feathers from his pads tickling your face as you rested on him.

Watching the view as the cart took you higher and higher, it was perfect. The evening set in the rich obscurity of the night, lights of the festival blinking as if they had a life of their own. The bulbs on the stands making z’s as they illuminated the red and white drapes of the far off tents.

Jack held your hand with such care and caress, you gave him a reassuring press to let him know it was ok. He was so enveloped with the passionate act that he squeezed as well. Letting you feel all the dips and curves of his hand. Clutching onto you, as if you might disappear too.

Facing him to cup his cheek with your free hand, caressing him and tucking a stand of hair behind his ear. Trailing your thumb across his skin and feeling him lean into your touch, swearing that between the lines on the pad of your finger there was a tear that you had wiped away.

Getting lost in the breaths you shared as you inched closer to his lips, giving him a second of warmth longer to prove that you weren’t going anywhere.

#creepypasta #laughing jack fluff #laughing Jack #laughing jack x you #laughing jack x reader #laughing jack rants #lj #I love lj #creepypasta fluff #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta hcs #creepypasta lj #creepypasta laughing jack #creepy #🎴#♣️

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storiesforallfandoms · 4 years

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my lady ~ geralt of rivia

word count: 1615

request?: yes!

“hello, could you write something where geralt gets really jealous because someone (jaskier or a random) flirts with the reader and he shows her who she belongs to? rough smut please!”

description: while travelling with a group to slay a monster, a pretentious king to be tries to flirt with geralt’s lady, leading to the witcher becoming very jealous

pairing: geralt of rivia x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut

masterlist

You loved to travel with Geralt. You liked to see him in action, slaying monsters, but you also loved to be there to help him relax after a long day of fighting. After the ballad written by the exhausting Bard that had latched himself on to Geralt, many started coming to the Witcher to ask for help with finding and slaying monsters. This led to you, Geralt, and Jaskier becoming part of a group travelling to find some sort of monster that had been terrorizing kingdom after kingdom for nearly a whole year.

The king that was leading the team, a young man who had recently been put into the power, was determined to find this monster and to kill it himself. Apparently doing so would result in a great reputation for him. But his men insisted on looking to Geralt for help, which was definitely a much better idea than to wander aimlessly looking for a creature that they didn’t even know what it was.

Despite the constant urging of the king to keep going, the group decided to stop for the night to get some rest. They set up their tents and a small fire while one of the king’s men went to find some meat to roast over the fire. Geralt was sat next to you, his golden eyes glaring at the egocentric king.

“He’s going to get himself killed,” Geralt muttered. “Him and his men. What kind of reputation will he have then?”

“The one he deserves,” you responded. “The best we can hope for is he puts up some kind of fight instead of dying like a pussy.”

This brought a slight smile to Geralt’s face. “You could kill a monster twice his size quicker and easier than he could. He’d probably shit himself and run away before being eaten.”

You giggled. “I don’t think a monster would want a feast that tastes like shit. Probably would just rip him to shreds and leave his remains for his men to find. That would be a legacy for him.”

Geralt actually laughed at this, which caused you to laugh as well. Your laughter was noticed by the king, and the moment you both realized he had saw you, you quickly stopped.

“What are you two laughing about?” he demanded.

“Just reminiscing on old tales we’ve been told,” Geralt responded. “Have you ever heard of the one about the king who didn’t know how to fight?”

“Geralt,” you warned softly.

The king and Geralt held a prolonged staring contest as the king lowered himself to sit across from the two of you in front of the fire.

“I have not,” he responded. “What is so funny about that? A king should know how to fight.”

“Well, that is the thing,” Geralt explained. “This king claimed that he knew how to fight, and was willing to prove it however he could. He fought many a knight and always won, but he didn’t take that as a real victory. He was sure that they were throwing the fights as not to upset him. He said he wanted a real challenge, so he and some of his men went into the woods looking for the fiercest, most dangerous monster they could find.”

The king was on the edge of his feet, engrossed in Geralt’s fake story. You had to hold back a giggle at the anticipation on his face.

“Did they find one?” the king asked. “What happened? Did the king slay the beast?”

“No,” Geralt responded, plainly. “They found the monstrous beast, but the king insisted on fighting it alone. Hours later, his men realized he still had not returned, so they went looking for him. All they found were his remains, which smelled like shit.”

You buried your head in Geralt’s shoulder to muffle your laughter. Geralt smirked at the king, who looked shocked at the ending of the story.

“I don’t think that’s a very funny story,” he huffed. “Quite morbid actually.”

“It is what men like him deserve,” Geralt told him. “A man should not boast about things he is unable to do, and certainly should not drag his men into battles that they will surely lose.”

The king was now glaring at Geralt. You were sure he was starting to realize that Geralt’s story had been a joke in his expense all along, and you weren’t sure how the king would react upon realizing this.

His eyes drifted to you. You shuffled uncomfortably, looping one arm through Geralt’s and holding him tightly.

“You are quite beautiful, my lady,” he said. His voice was more calm than you expected, and you weren’t sure if that scared you more or not.

You gave him a small smile and softly responded, “Thank you, Your Grace.”

“It is such a shame that your beauty is wasted on a man like the Witcher here.”

Geralt tensed against you. You squeezed his arm again, trying to calm him down. You refused to meet the king’s eye as he stood and approached the two of you.

“I do mean it, my lady,” he said as he lowered himself to be level with you. You looked down at the ground to avoid his gaze. “Ever since I laid my eyes on you, I have been infatuated with your beauty. I have never met a woman quite as beautiful as you. If you’d let me, I would love to shower you with anything and everything you could ever want.”

You flinched as you felt his hand softly caress your face. This was enough for Geralt, who stood quickly and drew his sword. The king’s men came to attention then, surrounding Geralt with their weapons pointed towards him. The king was still in front of you, stupidly waiting for your answer.

You glared at him before responded, “Get the fuck out of my face.”

His face fell then, quickly turning to anger as he stood to address his men. “Just a misunderstanding, gentlemen. You may leave the Witcher and his wench alone.”

The king’s men stood down, but still kept a watchful eye on Geralt as they retreated towards their tents. Once they, along with the king, were gone, Geralt took hold of your arm and roughly pulled you to a stand. He dragged you towards the tent the two of you were sharing. You struggled to keep up, occasionally stumbling.

When you reached the tent, Geralt closed the flaps behind you and ensured that no one would be able to see through them. He turned to you and immediately attached his lips to yours, kissing you roughly. His hands traveled over your body, starting at your ass and running slowly up your back, causing you to shiver. When he reached the top of your dress, he roughly pulled at it, ripping the fabric and letting it drop to pool around your feet.

“You could’ve just asked me to take it off,” you said as Geralt guided you to floor, laying you down in front of him.

“Would’ve taken too long,” he responded as he threw his weapons to the side and took his pants off. “You have enough clothes to be able to change in the morning, I’ll buy you a new dress once we finish this stupid mission.”

Before you could respond, Geralt shoved himself into you, causing you to gasp. Usually, he gave you enough time to adjust to his size, but he seemed as though this time was less for pleasure and more as though he had something to prove.

His thrusts were immediately rough. You couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure as his hips would meet yours, the loud sound of skin slapping against skin ringing out through the tent.

“That’s right,” he muttered into your ear as his lips attacked your neck. “Let that pretentious little prick know who you belong to.”

You cried out Geralt’s name as you felt yourself nearing your climax already. Your legs were shaking and your eyes were rolling back into your head as you felt yourself orgasm. Feeling your walls clench around him caused Geralt to moan as he buried his head in your shoulder.

His rough thrusts began to speed up, and that’s how you knew he was nearing his climax as well. Finally, his thrusts became sloppy and you felt his warm seed filling you. You both moaned together as Geralt rode out his orgasm. He slipped himself out of you and rolled next to you, wrapping his arms around you and holding you to him.

“You really did not like the way the king spoke to me, huh?” you teased.

Geralt made a face. “My lady. That little prick has some balls to say that shit in front of me. I wanted to slice his head clean off of his neck.”

“I have a feeling he very rarely hears the word no,” you noted. “You know I would never leave you, let alone for someone like him, right?”

Geralt’s hold on you tightened as he kissed your forehead. “I know you wouldn’t, but that doesn’t mean the way he spoke to you doesn’t make me angry.”

“I know,” you told him. “If it helps you feel better, just remember that we probably won’t have to deal with him for much longer once we find this monster.”

A smile spread across Geralt’s lips. “That really helps. I hope I’m the one to find his remains. It would bring me the most joy I’ve ever felt.”

You giggled and cuddled into Geralt’s side. Your body ached from the sex, but you weren’t exactly complaining. You listened to Geralt’s steady breathing as it lulled you to sleep.

#geralt of rivia #geralt x reader #geralt imagine #geralt x reader smut #henry cavill #henry cavill smut #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill x reader #the witcher #the witcher imagine #the witcher smut #netflix

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corruptedconfessions · 4 years

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Dragon!Kirishima

Day 7!

Warnings: Oviposition

ngl im not to happy with this one but writing 1k+ fics everyday is wearing on mee

It’s a gender-neutral reader this time~ tomorrow will be gender-neutral as welll

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Dragon!Kirishima “Humans are such needy creatures. Why would you need to talk to anyone except me!”

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“Humans are such needy creatures. Why would you need to talk to anyone except me!”

You were sat ontop of the dragon, one leg on either side of his torso as his clawed hands dragged across your bare body, sliding up your sides before grabbing your chest, his thumbs rubbed across your nipples as he squeezed your breasts so hard it hurt.

“K-kiri-”

You were immediately cut off by the shifter, who squirmed irritability underneath you, wings flapping in frustration as he settled down again. It wasn’t often you saw your mate in half shifted form, not fully dragon, but not as humanoid as he could be. His horns sprouted from his head, his entire body covered with patches of hard scales, his finger and toenails had turned into claws. You had fucked up big time…

“I get you humans usually stay attached to your original nest mates but you don’t need them! I’m your mate! None of them should be laying their eyes on you…”

His voice cut off into a deep angry growl, his eyes briefly turning into slits before melting back into the circles that you were use to. You had no idea that leaving for less than an hour to see your mom would be such a big deal. You frowned softly down at him as his hands instead slid down to your hips, tracing shapes into the skin their as he scowled angrily at the wall.

“Kiri, im sorry…I just missed my family. I should’ve asked you first…I-”

You hesitated cutting off the ‘ill ask you next time’ you were about to add, eyes sliding over to the shredded remains of your clothes, the only ones you had. You had a feeling that there would be no ‘next time’. Your gaze turned back to the dragon, tensing up when you found a serious look on his face as he stared at you.

“K-kiri?”

“You missed your family…”

You blinked at him in confusion, squirming uncomfortably ontop of him, squeaking when his grip on you tightened.

“Humans…usually live in packs.”

“W-what- I mean- I guess so? Kiri what are you talking about?”

You frowned worriedly down at him, not liking the spark in his eye as he started to grin up at you. He had had that look when he first took you, he had that look when the two of you had mated, and it was that same look he made whenever he had an idea you knew you would be forced to go along with.

“You humans are so…needy. You need other humans, that’s why you left! Because you needed to see your old pack!”

You frowned down at him, more and more confused by the second. So he understood then? You wouldn’t call your family and village a pack, but you also took awhile to understand what mate meant…

“Yeah?”

“So if there is a pack here, you won’t need to leave!”

You blinked down at him, trying to understand what the hell he meant by that, but found yourself pulling up a blank. You frowned softly at him as he practically glowed in excitement up at you.

“It’ll take me a few days to get them all ready, and of course we’ll need to stock up on food and water for you…Oh! I bet you’ll want more blankets!”

You slid back slightly, settling yourself on his lap at the dragon sat up, chirping in excitement as he rambled away, arms wrapping around you as he pulled you close to his chest.

“Oh, Isn’t this just so exciting, pebble?”

“U-uh…yeah.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to dampen the excitement that was practically rolling off him in waves. Even if you could, you would much rather deal with an over excited dragon than go back to the angry one that would probably end with a village or two being burned to the ground. You convinced him to stop eating humans, but killing them was a harder task, especially when your normally cool tempered dragon got angry.

Still, you couldn’t help the nervous squeeze in your chest when he grinned and hugged you tight.

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Several weeks had passed since then, and part of you had forgotten about the strange incident. You had settled into your new normal of your dragon mate coming back home with armfuls of quilts and blankets, silk embroidered pillows, and other strange things that you didn’t even bother asking where he had stolen them from. When you had first told him to take them back he had given you the most offended stare you’d ever seen, and then started hording and bringing home even softer and more expensive items. You hadn’t bothered to bug him about it again, and he seemed pleased, apparently thinking that the quality of the blankets was the issue and he had now passed your test.

And then there was the constant hovering. Sure, Kirishima had always been extremely worried about you, almost too aware of how fragile you were compared to him, but in the past few weeks that seemed to be put into overdrive. Most of the time you were trapped to the nest of blankets that he had made, being pushed down with soft coos of ‘needing your rest’ every time you tried to get up. Not that you could fight him too much, you were so comfortable you hardly wanted to get up anymore. Especially when when you did you had a dragon practically breathing down your neck, walking so close to you that you had tripped over him several times, leading to panicked chirps and whines as you were immediately taken back to the nest and coddled for the rest of the day and into the next morning.

Overall you had just accepted this new behavior as the new normal and rolled with it, nearly forgetting his comments about packs and his endless excitement, at least until you were jostled awake in the morning by your dragon practically jumping on top of you, back in his half shifted form as his tail wagged so hard it thumped against the side of the nest rapidly.

“Kiri…”

You grumbled up at him softly, still half asleep and very tempted to ignore the ball of sun sat ontop of you. More often than not he woke you up for stupid reasons and you were ready to smack him despite knowing hitting his stone hard muscles would hurt you more than it hurt him.

“They’re ready!”

“What’s ready…”

“Our eggs!”

You had been half falling asleep again, eyes slowly drifting closed, but that caught your attention. You snapped awake, staring at him in completely confusion. Eggs?

“Our…what?”

You didn’t think it was possible but his grin got wider, showing off his sharp teeth as he practically purred down at you, tail wagging even harder as his wings fluttered in excitement.

“Our eggs! The ones im going to put inside you!”

You sputtered up at the redhead as he hooked his arms around you, pulling you up to sit ontop of him as he fell onto his back, melting into the curved edge of the nest. Your hands fell to his chest, holding yourself up as you stared down at him, mouth open in shock.

“You said you missed your pack! So we’ll make our own pack.”

“I-I-”

You were lovingly shushed as he grinned up at you, clawed hands wrapping around your hips as he ground up against you, cock bumping against you gently.

“It’s okay~ I’ll take care of it all!”

You stumbled over some weak complaints, but you knew it was too late, there was nothing you could do but ride this out. Is that why he had been acting so weird? He had been making eggs to put inside of you?

You squirmed squeaking softly, grabbing onto his shoulders instead as he lifted you just enough to rub his cock against your entrance, the slick pouring from the tip slicking the way as you were slowly lowered down onto his cock, gasping at the burn of the stretch.

“S-slow down!”

You gasped weakly whimpering at him, thighs clamping down around his hips once you were fully lowered down, preventing him from moving at all as he snarled, grinding up into you.

“Can’t! Need to…Breed!”

Your breath stuttered, thighs clamping down harder around him when he kept swelling, stretching you further. You trembled and whimpered down at him, about to complain further when you felt it.

You could feel it, Kirishima’s cock pushed deeper, nudging hard inside you before being followed by something thick. It stretched you further than before, sliding past your walls, deeper and deeper before it finally popped inside of you, several gushes of cum following it as it settled inside you.

You were left groaning, shaking and gasping for air as that egg was followed by another and then another, each one grinding slowly past your sweet spot before falling into the place with the other. Every single one was cushioned, the gaps between them being filled with hot cum. You trembled, feeling fuzzy and weak, everything felt distant from you, when you looked down you saw Kirishima, lips curled back into a snarl, the claws on his toes shredding through the blankets of the nest as he rocked up hard into you, pushing the eggs through. You swore he was growling, snarling up at you, lips moving but you couldn’t hear anything past the ringing in your head. Pleasure filled you, muffling all your senses.

All you could focus on was the grind of each egg against one another, the sweet drag of each egg across that little bundle of nerves inside of you. You weren’t sure how many there were, enough that your belly swelled slightly, a round bump forming and growing with every new addition.

You stayed like that, drunk of pleasure, hazy and pliant, stretched around his cock as you were stuffed completely full, stomach swollen and heavy, cum starting to drip out of your abused hole as your dragon snarled, gnashing his teeth as he pushed the last one into place.

“Pebble?”

You blinked blearily down at the dragon who was frowning up at you as your hand reached up to rub over your swollen belly. Red eyes stared up at you for a few moments before a bright grin crossed his face, his dragon features starting to melt away into his more human ones as he lifted you up, laying you on your back, tucked safely into the unstained part of the nest.

“You’re so cute, pebble~”

You shuttered weakly as he nuzzled you, nuzzling back slightly as you clamped down and squeezed your legs shut to prevent the eggs from coming out too as you nuzzled down into the nest, sleepily closing your eyes as you rested a hand on your stomach. You could still feel Kirishima’s eyes on you but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, eyes slipping shut as you drifted off to sleep.

#dragon #kirishima x reader #reader insert #fantasyau #monstermonth

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seacottons · 3 years

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reaper ; — k.hj x reader

pairing: hongjoong x reader, platonic wooyoung x reader

wc: 5k

notes: i guess this is horror? pft. idk. mild violence. set in the late 80s? early 90s? technology isn't prevalent here so- yeah. probably needs to be proofread but i'm too sleepy as of now. maybe tomorrow. also, happy hongjoong day 🤍

synopsis: after an accident leaves three of your friends dead and one in a coma, you and wooyoung struggle with living expenses and piling medical bills. in the midst of it all, you’re stalked by strangers who resemble your deceased friends.

"Bad day at the tavern, Woo?" You asked, arms wrapping around the black-haired man who stood over the stovetop. A gentle fire simmered the stew he was cooking, a thin sheen of oil and spices pooling on the surface. He nodded with a grim frown and tight jaw, shoulders tense as he stirred a ladle into the pot.

"Got in a fight with some asshole who thought he didn't have to pay for shit," he grumbled back. You frowned at the sight of a bruise on his jaw, and he caught your gaze before scoffing incredulously.

"Don't look at me like that. This is nothing," he quipped hastily, voice thin with resignation.

"I think I have some leftover ointment for that," you sighed, turning away to fetch the item. After dinner, the two of you sat in silence as you tended to his bruises and cuts, your brows furrowing into a glare as you wrapped his finger with scraps of linen you managed to find," You should be more careful with people like that."

"We need the money," he retorted gently, "Mr. Lee would've taken it out of my paycheck if I had let the guy go without paying."

"At the expense of you getting hurt?" He ignored the glare you sent his way.

"We need every silver coin and more right now, y/n," he exhaled softly, leaning back against the old headboard of your bed, "Yeosang's medical bills aren't getting cheaper, and we promised the landlord we'll pay her this month." He groaned, reaching up to massage his temple with a tight frown, "And I can't keep making you work two shifts every day. I see the toll it's having on you."

"I told you I'm fine," you gave him a hard stare, defensively crossing your arms above your chest, "We both work overtime, so it won't be fair of me to just throw all the responsibility on you."

He gave you a tired smile, eyes fluttering shut as he hummed back a reply. Bringing you into his arms, he placed a gentle kiss onto your temple, before cradling your head against his chest while laying down, "I'll always be grateful to still have you with me."

Wooyoung sleeping in your bed alongside you became a silent agreement of some sort months ago when he couldn't bear to sleep alone in the other room he and Yeosang shared. Since then, the two of you found comfort in each other's arms, so much so that it became difficult to sleep without the warmth of his arms wrapped securely around your frame every night.

You sat in a comfortable silence, eyes closed as you relaxed back in your seat while holding Yeosang's delicate hand. The occasional beep of the IV machine and other monitors filled the air of the small room. You peek one eye open to look at Wooyoung, his back turned to you as he gazes out of the window. Neither of you speak for a while.

"You really think the doctor's words are guaranteed? That he'll wake up soon?"

You watched from your spot as Wooyoung leaned over the blonde-haired male, his hands brushing the hair away from his closed eyes. He appeared to be in a very deep and peaceful slumber.

"Yeah. I'm sure–.. I know he will. Things will get better for all of us," he drawled out tiredly, a soft smile finding itself onto his visage as he turned to gaze at your hand grasping Yeosang's limp one, eyes puffy from his crying session last night, "I know it."

An hour later, a nurse peeks her head in to politely state that you two have exceeded your visiting time. The two of you bid your friend farewell and left the hospital.

"I'm actually going to run by the cemetery real quick before my shift starts," you explained while walking down the road with the other by your side, half frozen autumn leaves crunching beneath your boots.

Wooyoung pulled you into a tight hug, hand reaching up to tussle your locks, "Alright, please be careful. I'll see you later, alright?," he readjusted the scarf around your neck with his gloved hands, "We'll have fried fish tonight, your favorite. Don't overwork yourself at work again!"

Tears nearly welled in your eyes, knowing fully well behind his cheerful demeanor hid a scared and tired being. The unspeakable pain behind his eyes killed you on the inside. He overworked himself both physically and mentally, and you can only wish you can rid some of the burden off of his shoulders.

You were just as hurt by the circumstances that the both of you were in, but watching his mental health erode with each day was A lump formed in your throat, and instead of replying, you merely flashed him a smile, not trusting your voice.

You pressed a quick peck to his cheek only to laugh as he flinched away from your freezing lips, your laughter escaping as puffs of white in the frigid air. You bid him farewell and waved back as the two of you separated.

The low mist enshrouding the cemetery did very little to bring warmth in the early hours of the morning. Your hands absentmindedly brushed along the dew covered grass as your eyes fixated onto the inscription on one of the three tombstones.

Where there are flowers, there are butterflies.

"It's your birthday next month, Joong," you muse to the grave in front of you, "I'll make sure to spend the day here with you and the others when the time comes."

You adjusted your position on the grass, the gentle beams of sunlight sparkling in the beads of dew around you. Sitting cross legged, you reminisced the times you spent with the male and the other two friends that shared his fate.

"Wait— how come you get to be the flower? You should be the butterfly instead," you whined whilst poking his cheek.

With a playful quirk of his brow, he reached up to lightly flick your forehead before pulling you closer for a gentle kiss, "You're the butterfly, because you always bug me, baby."

You smiled to yourself at the memory, reaching down to admire the various flowers that have finally bloomed on Hongjoong's grave. Similar blossoms and flowering vines were planted and grown onto the other two graves to the right.

"I miss you so much."

You startled at the sight of a small butterfly fluttering over your head, only to smile once it landed on the purple blossom. You stilled your frame in fear of scaring it off, and watched as it flapped its blue wings subtly.

A small lizard peeked through the gaps of leaves, sharply and swiftly clamping its mouth onto the butterfly. It struggled to keep the bug in its mouth, its head shaking rapidly as the insect wriggled in its hold. Moments later, the bug stilled and the lizard scampered off with its prey.

You stood up, shoulders slumping as you gave the three graves a smile and a wave, "See you guys tomorrow. I love you."

You tightened the sweater around your frame as you made yourself out the gates of the cemetery, sighing in annoyance at the lingering and dense fog. It was difficult to even make out the next tree as you made your way back to town. You faintly hear the sound of a crow's caw in the distance and peer down onto the ground as you feel a tremor beneath your feet. Your head snapped up in time to have a large vehicle's headlights reflect in your wide eyes.

You somehow couldn't quite grasp what day it was, or even what happened at work earlier. Your head spun as if you had just awoken from a drunken stupor.

The sun had set and the moonlight washed the town with a silvery blue hue. Flames flickered within the numerous lampposts and pebbles crunched beneath your feet as you walked through the familiar cobblestone path back home. The streets were deserted. Many buildings were left with shattered windows, small plants and moss growing in the most delicate fissures on their walls. Plastered advertisements and papers on the walls and lampposts looked withered and aged, drooping forward and swaying with the gentle breeze. It was quite an odd sight to see. The once boisterous town strangely felt like a ghost town.

You shrugged off the ominous feeling growing in the pit of your stomach as you trudged along back home.

Along the way, you crossed the hospital where Yeosang was kept. You peeked back to glance at the building, your eyes immediately catching sight of a figure who stood behind a third story window. Furrowing your brows, you turned around to continue walking, the sight of the stranger leaving a bitter feeling in your heart.

The male had the same patch of silver hair as—

Suddenly, your feet came to a halt and you turned back frantically, but the figure was gone. In its place, the blue curtain of Yeosang's room swayed gently with the wind.

Shaking your head, you continued your path whilst rubbing your tired eyes.

"I probably just had a long day," you explained to nobody.

In the distance, there crouched a dark figure, his hands caressing the top of a stray cat's head. You met eyes with the stranger moments later, and you paused in your tracks, your heart dropping down to the floor and leaping into your throat almost simultaneously.

"San?" the figure's lips stretched into a wide grin at your acknowledgement, before he stood up straight to face you. Your legs shook and threatened to give under the sudden weight of your body, "San? Is that really you?"

"Long time no see, y/n."

He silently nodded, arm extending to beckon you forward with a small smile. You took a small step forward, brows furrowing in confusion, "But this can't be you. You're dead."

"Your eyesight is still horrible, I see," he drawled out with a roll of his eyes. You stood inches away from him, eyes widening in disbelief. He sounded like and resembled your late friend with a terrifying accuracy. With a trembling hand you reached forward to cup his cheek, eyes glassy with unshed tears.

"You're..," you trailed off, eyes briefly glancing to your right at the reflection of the store glass window. Your reflection grasped at nothing but thin air, and you quickly retracted your hand from his face, eyes wide, "You're not real, are you?"

In an instant, the bright smile vanished and his gaze hardened into a dark expression. He silently bore holes into your head as a gentle breeze swayed his ebony and silver locks over his eyes. You took two hesitant steps back, and a blur of black flew towards you at an inhumane pace, your back roughly slamming onto the cobblestones underneath you.

Your brain scrambled to process what had just happened, eyes widening as San gripped your two wrists above your head with one hand, the other reaching down to wrap his lithe fingers around the column of your neck to squeeze hard. You released a pained cry, face contorting into a harsh wince. The heel of his palm dug painfully in the middle of your clavicles.

With eyes wide as saucers, you frantically kicked at your heels, hitting his frame repeatedly in an attempt to escape his clutches. Your attempt was futile as he released a growl, eyes practically slits as he seethed down at you, his grip tightening at an unbelievable level.

You wheezed, mouth falling open as you choked out his name, before furiously and blindingly sending a stomp onto his crotch repeatedly, your other leg jutting high to kick at his shoulder. It loosened his grip just enough for you to wriggle away, knees buckling as you attempted to stand up, heels kicking at the floor as you scrambled up, desperately trying to create as much distance as possible.

His eyes spoke of unfathomable fury as he regained his composure, taking two big strides to reach you.

Hastily rising to your feet, you dove in an alleyway and into the dark, mind not even processing your whereabouts as you quickly attempted to flee.

Your mind was in shambles as you ducked past clothes lines and the multiple abandoned carts near one of the taverns by the tea shop you worked at.

Turning around another corner, you collided with a strong chest, and you stumbled back at the sight of San's dark eyes peering down at you with a miffed expression. You gasped, face draining of color and chest heaving as you stumbled back and away from him. His chest rose with heavy breathing, brows knitted together furiously as he scurried after you.

"Y/n, y/n," he tsked in amusement, voice chiming like he was singing a song, "Come back, I just want to talk!"

Minutes later, the sound of his heavy footsteps ceased, but you did not have the time or courage to look back to see if he was still following you. You scrambled through dark alleyways, turning around every other corner, heart beating frantically in your ears and weak legs threatening to give way under your weight.

Tears prickled your eyes, and a sob threatened to escape your throat as you practically threw yourself against the frame of your door, fingers frantically reaching down to pull out the key from your pouch. From the corner of your eye, you spotted San madly dashing out from an alleyway to reach you, his voice growling out your name.

"Why are you running away?" He mocked, brows quirking up, "I thought we were good friends?"

Your trembling hands scrambled to unlock your door, hastily clambering in and throwing your entire weight to close it shut. A heavy weight from the other side thudded against the wooden frame, and your hands shook whilst reaching up to slide the chain into place. A loud gasp left your lips as the door jerked open slightly, the thin chain straining under the weight that threatened to break it.

"I'm hurt, y/n," a laugh escaped the man from the other side as he lodged his foot in between to keep the door ajar, voice rising as he attempted to shove himself in once more, "Don't you miss me?"

"Leave me alone!"

A hand shot from the gap of the door to clamp around the chain, rattling it viciously, as his other arm bent at an awkward angle to coil his fingers around the side of your neck, "Come out, y/n. I just want to talk," he chimed.

A sudden surge of strength overtook your frame and you threw your weight forward, successfully ramming the door shut against his arms. You expected to hear a cry of pain, but a chime of laughter sent a chill down your spine. With furrowed brows, you repeated the action, slamming the door continuously onto his hands and fingers, the sounds of bones and tendons snapping making you cry out in anguish.

Your hands trembled as you quickly locked the door with the key, stumbling back onto the floor as the knob shook threateningly. The door and chain rattled under the heavy kicks the male delivered from the other side, The impact of his frame against the other side shaking the door slightly. You fell onto your bottom, wobbly knees finally giving in, hands clutching your gaping mouth, and tears silently streaming down your face. You can practically feel the smile in his words, "It's okay. You'll come out eventually."

The dark shadow of his figure disappeared moments later.

When you woke, you weren't exactly sure when or how you fell asleep. You couldn't quite grasp the memories of the night prior. Sitting up, you emit a disoriented groan before realizing you weren't in your bedroom, but rather in the waiting room in the hospital Yeosang resided in. Peering around in confusion, you took account of the night sky, brows furrowing as you scrambled to find the nearest clock. It was well past midnight and visitors weren't even allowed at this ungodly hour.

The room was vacant, and you couldn't make out any figures of the receptionists through the pebbled sliding-windows. Your hand grasped the doorknob of the entrance door, only for you to sigh in frustration after finding it locked. You turn to the other side of the room only to find the door to the main halls of the ICU left ajar ever so slightly.

You called for any doctor or nurse, but you were met with silence. After much contemplating, you decided to make your way through the long corridors of the hospital, your steps reverberating throughout the empty halls. Where are the attendants, and why is a place like the ICU empty?

If you were stuck in here, you might as well stay in your friend's room. The lights from the mounted sconces petered out against the wall and casted the hallway with a warm glow.

After much turning and walking, you reached the end of the hall, hand reaching for the doorknob when the hallway lights wavered for a second. You peered to the side in confusion, before entering the room, only to stop after a step.

The room was empty, the sheets on the bed untouched and perfectly made. A hiss of air from the corridor startled you, and just as you snapped your head back, the lightbulb above you flickered rapidly before it shattered along with the windows, showering your shocked form with glass shards.

The room was engulfed in darkness, save for the streaks of moonlight filtering past the curtains. You jostled up from where you fell from shock, legs feeling useless as you crawled back out of the room with trembling limbs. Not wanting to look back, you clutched the wall for support before hastily speeding through the endless turns of the hallway.

Corner after corner, panic settled through your system because these were definitely not the same hallway layouts you remembered and memorized like the back of your hand. They were endless and vacant, and you felt like a helpless little mouse in a vast maze. As you quickened your pace into a panicked dash, the windows and light sconces on the wall flickered and shattered with every step you took, and you hastily covered your head and face from the flying glass.

This isn't real, you thought. It can't be real.

"Y/n!"

You froze in your spot, breath caught in your throat as you clamped a hand over your mouth to swallow back a scream threatening to slip past your lips. Did you hear correctly, or was that part of your imagination?

"Y/n," the familiar voice spoke once more.

Your heart hammered against your ribcage as you daringly poked your head from the corner and into the other hallway. Blood pounded past your ears, and it took more than a second to realize there was a figure of a man at the end of the very long and dark corridor.

He took a step forward and the soft moonlight pouring from the window beside him illuminated his figure, and your breath faltered at the sight of the man's smiling face.

"Seonghwa?"

"What are you running away from, y/n?"

You couldn't properly form a reply at his remark, hands reaching up to rub at your tear pricked eyes. A sob bubbled its way up to escape your throat at the sight of your late friend who merely chuckled at your tears.

"Missed me that much, hm?" he mused, shoulders shaking with an amused chortle, "Why don't you come here and give me hug? You know I don't like seeing you cry."

You couldn't help it as a gnawing feeling of unrest settled in the pit of your stomach. A shudder traveled down your spine, goosebumps decorating your arms, and hair standing on the back of your neck. Your mind couldn't pinpoint what exactly it was that had you so disturbed, but your body displayed all the signs. His tone felt off, and you realize he's playing with you. Toying with you. A small distant voice in your head told you to get away.

A sudden thought found its ways into your mind.

Where was his shadow?

Sensing your hesitation, the friendly expression on his face soon dropped, making way for a stone-cold frown and unamused eyes.

"Y/n."

His cold voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and you take a hesitant step back, words slipping out before you even processed them, "I know you're not real."

The feral look that overtakes his expression has you reeling back, and you took off running in the opposite direction. Glass crunches beneath your shoes as you dashed from corridor to corridor, lungs burning and muscles aching from the rush of adrenaline. He called for you repeatedly, and you didn't dare turn back to see how far he's caught up with you. With every turn, his voice grew louder and closer, before a flash of black sends you flying back onto the floor. Your body skids onto the ground, shards of glass pricking at your skin. With a rush of adrenaline fueling your system, you hardly wince as you scrambled back from the towering figure, glass piercing your skin in the process.

You feel an excruciating burst of pain in your foot, and before you had the opportunity to pull your leg back, he slams his foot down onto your ankle once more, grinding the joint roughly with his boot. A loud cry of pain escapes your throat and you to struggle wildly to escape his unrelenting grip.

You glance up and through your tears, you make out the gleam of a large piece of glass in Seonghwa's hands, his threatening, blown out pupils pinning you down like trapped prey. Turning the large shard in his hand to examine it, he hums sarcastically before peering down at you with a quirked brow, "You know, I'm offended." Kneeling down to your level, he traces your cheek with a glass, watching your skin split at the action and beads of blood oozing out from the scratch, "And here I thought we were such good, close friends."

Without missing a beat, your hands flew to grasp the shard, roughly ripping it into the soft tissue of his eye and slipping past his frame to stagger to the nearest broken window. You hear a groan from behind you as he doubles over in shock, blood overflowing from his ruptured eye and spilling down his scowling face. Pain surged with every step you took, but if this was your only option to escape, you think maybe the idea of couple of broken bones doesn't sound too bad.

Hastily, you stepped over the windowsill, your arms and legs catching on the jagged teeth of glass remaining, your clothes tearing in the process. You took a sharp inhale before curiously taking a look back at Seonghwa one last time. The sight of him lunging after you has you falling forward and out of the window. It felt as if gravity had slowed the pace of your fall, and you held eye contact with Seonghwa as your frame descended down from the third story floor. Darkness fogged your eyesight, his figure vanishing within the black abyss.

The impact hit you like a truck, and you sat up with a loud intake of breath on your warm bed. Your chest heaved heavily as you took in your surroundings. You suddenly realize you're in Wooyoung and Yeosang's shared room that hasn't been occupied in months. Your eyes fall onto your feet, and your brows furrow in confusion as a sudden thought invades your head.

You faintly remember your ankle being crushed, but it seemed to feel just fine now. When you attempted to recall why you thought it had been broken, it felt like your mind was searching for a forgotten and fragmented memory. After calming your breathing and thoughts, you sit up to go and find your friend.

You called Wooyoung's name repeatedly, but the silence you were met with indicated he wasn't home.

Peering into your room, you hoped to find him sleeping, however your eyes landed on the wall, the sight of messily painted words catching your attention almost immediately.

Where there are flowers, there are butterflies.

Painted flowers and butterflies littered the wall, the excess ink dripping down into lines onto the wooden floorboards.

"Do you like it?"

You jumped at the voice behind you, swiftly turning around to meet the sight of a familiar head of blue hair. You stood there, mouth agape as you silently stared long and hard at the man that once held and loved you in his arms. A long silence followed suit, hanging in the air like the calm before a storm. A breeze hardly stirred from the open window and not a sound could be heard save for the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears.

The forbidding, subtle grin displayed on his features filled you with dread, and the mere sight of him gave your brain a debilitating shock. Your knees couldn't hold your weight any longer, and with buckling limbs, you were sent crashing down onto the floor, the look of disbelief and horror never leaving your expression.

You stared at him but it felt like you couldn't quite focus your gaze on him as he peered down at you in mock pity, a condescending smile playing on his lips. His dark gaze seared you as he crouched down to meet your eye level, hand reaching to cup your cheek as he leaned in to press numerous kisses onto your lips. The gesture was void of the warmth and care you remembered, and you sat still as he trailed fleeting kisses down your the column of your neck, his lips attaching fervently onto your clavicles.

"I missed you so much," you began, catching his attention. Pulling away from your irritated flesh, he quirked his brows at your words, hands brushing the hair out of your face as he let out a chuckle. His finely-chiseled face, illuminated by the oil lamps on the wall, broke into a fond expression. Pulling you close to his frame, he pressed your head against his chest, head dipping to kiss into your hair.

"Do you really?" Your brows furrowed slightly, eyes blinking away the tears as you wrapped your arms around his torso, head pressed against his chest. It's been too long without the feeling of your lover's arms around you. It's just been way too long for you, "If you miss me that much then-"

While nuzzling his chest, you come to realization he lacked a heartbeat, and with that thought striking your mind like lightning, you detached yourself from his form instantly. He eyed your trembling form without any sign of amusement.

"Don't look at me like that!" Cowering back against the wall, you broke into screams of despair, fingers pulling handfuls of your hair as you shook your head rapidly, "You're dead— you're not real!" you slapped the heels of your palms against your temple repeatedly, eyes scrunched shut, "Not real! Not real! This is all just my imagination!"

He released a chilling laugh that traveled down your spine and left your fingers and toes numbingly cold. A sudden gust of wind sent the crispy, autumn leaves scampering wildly into the window while also extinguishing the lamplights that illuminated the room, plunging it into darkness.

You only had a second to register his close proximity, your pupils dilating instantly, before a hand latched onto your throat, ramming your head back against the wall in the process. His vice-like, lithe fingers squeezed around your windpipe, successfully blocking your air flow as you squirmed in his relentless hold, lungs burning and diaphragm spasming.

"You'll join me so we can be together again, hm?"

The fist around your throat choked your response, and he tilted his head with a mocking smile, "I'm sorry, what was that?"

His hold only faltered ever so slightly to give you enough air to speak, "I don't want to die," your reply was a little more than a ghost of a breath.

"But, baby," his fingers coiled around your neck, pressing unforgivingly hard until your darkening vision littered with stars, "don't you realize you're already on the brink of death. Just give in, y/n. Don't keep fighting."

The silence of the atmosphere contributed to the solemnity in the air, and despite the clear blue skies and warm sun, there was a relentless chill in Wooyoung's heart. The black-haired male crouched down over the grave, gently placing a small bundle of roses onto the base of the tombstone.

"Happy birthday, Joong," he mused sadly, his puffy, tired eyes flickering over to the sides where the other tombstones lay.

"I'm so sorry for breaking my promise," he blinked rapidly to rid himself of the stinging tears threatening to spill, nose scrunching slightly as he sniffled, "I should've been there that day- shouldn't have let y/n come here alone- and.."

"You know nothing was your fault, Woo. Stop blaming yourself for something you had no control of."

A hand clutched his shoulder, and he peered with tear-filled eyes to give the blonde male a grateful smile, before turning back to the grave, "Yeosang's awake now though and- and the doctors said that y/n's case isn't as bad as his was, so we have hope."

"Y/n is a stubborn fighter," Yeosang offered the other a small smile, crouching down to rub his trembling friend's back, "Everything will be okay in due time."

"I hope so.. and I hope you'll forgive me, Hongjoong," Wooyoung murmured, watching two small butterflies flutter and chase each other around the blossoming flowers atop of Hongjoong's grave.

#ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #ateez reactions #ateez imagines #hongjoong imagines #hongjoong scenarios #hongjoong x reader #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung imagines #yeosang imagines #seonghwa imagines #choi san imagines #ateez horror

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remmushound · 3 years

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Beyond the Bay Chapter 12 - Hidden City

Summary: The turtles go off in search of a new rift in the Hidden City

Tags: @brightlotusmoon @selfindulgenz @digitl-art-monstr @ilo-artistry

Leo hated every part of this. The sun was up, so they should be down, and out of sight. He had known his counterparts long enough to know how loose they often played with the rules his family followed so diligently, but to take to the streets under the danger of daylight for something that could easily wait for the blanket of night was absurd! In his two decades of life, Leo could count the amount of daylight explorations he had taken on two hands; the risk was hardly ever worth it. Despite the prickling insecurities inside him, Leo pushed himself onward to follow Raphael’s lead. This city was so familiar, yet so foreign at the same time. So easy to get lost in. Leo found himself picking out familiar buildings to assure that this place was still New York, even in this toony world so colorful that he could almost believe a pallet of paint had been spilled over it. This was New York and New York would always be home, even if home was a whole dimension away.

Raphael’s guidance brought the group of anxious turtles to an alleyway. They dropped down from above; Leo felt a shutter go through his body, a cold chill seizing his senses and stealing away his breath as he passed through something that seemed almost… green. The sudden shock made him stutter, his balance unsteady enough to knock over a trash can upon landing. With a clutter and a clang the silver bin fell and rolled, several more loud crashes sounding off each time it hit something. The eyes of Donnie and Raph turned to the shock-stricken Leo, who could only stare with his wide, cerulean eyes. The people walking past in the streets to either side, just feet away from what they’d see as monsters, didn’t stopped. Leo let himself breathe and the three brothers, muscles still tensed and ready to hide at the slightest sign of trouble, moved back into a tight formation around their younger counterparts.

“What are we doing here?” Leo couldn’t contain it anymore and he had to ask. His voice was a low whisper. “We could be seen!”

“Relax.” Leonardo laughed, and his voice wasn’t at all soft. He was met with three sets of shhhhh from the Splintersons, but laughed each of them off, “This alleyway has a mystic shimmer. We can see them.” He cleared his throat, “BUT THEY CAN’T SEE OR HEAR US!”

True to his word, the people in the street kept on their way as if the turtles didn't even exist. So that was what Leo felt! What had made him stumble! The cautious tension in Donnie was immediately replaced by heart-fluttering curiosity. He couldn’t resist a high-pitched whistle, striding away from the group before Leo could say a word to stop him; he went as close as he dared to the end of the alleyway, waving and laughing and calling out to the streets with, to his utter joy, no response.

“This is so cool this is so cool this is so cool!” Donnie’s voice got higher with each repeat, flapping his wrists, “W-what is it, some type of four-lensed blind spot? O-or something using metamaterials or—?”

“Noooo, it’s mystic.” Leonardo said, and with a snap of his fingers Michelangelo perked up. He removed a small item that had been hidden in the rainbow pouch around his neck, the artifact attached to him by a slim golden collar; it was almost like a keychain he hung around his neck. “And so is this.”

Leo eyed the little trinket curiously; in shape, it was similar to Donatello’s gift, except with greens and golds instead of orange and reds. He could have mistaken it for an oddly colored compass with kanji if he hadn’t seen that familiar, lop-sided M in the middle. The compass itself was pointing directly at the wall, glowing the most vibrant neon and pulsing slightly. Leo could feel the energy radiating.

With a hand as steady as a seasoned artist, Michelangelo traced the trinket across the wall using the M as a guiding map. Before the astonished eyes of the Splinterson brothers, the compass left what looked almost like a trail of paint in its wake, except it didn't drip, and when Michelangelo had completed his work it began to glow. It was green at first, then shifted into a soft baby blue, and then into white as the faux paint finally started to drip and melt into a doorway. Leo felt an immediate draw toward it, like the force that would try to lasso them into Leonardo’s rift except not as strong. Raph gave a simple hiss in response, pulling back and shaking his head while Donnie did the exact opposite, reaching for the rift as if it were the most precious treasure.

“I thought only your Leo could make rifts…” Leo said.

“Pretty cool, huh?” Leonardo asked, dancing over to stand proud at Leo’s side, “Portals are the only way into the Hidden City!”

“Hidden City?” Raph breathed through his teeth, eyes still fixed on the rift.

“Yeah!” Raphael said unhelpfully, “You three should stay close to us; the mystic types can be pretty jarring for first timers.”

Raph started to say, “I think I can handle them” before he felt a gentle tug at his hand. Raph looked to see Michelangelo holding his hand, resting his full weight against Raphael’s arm without the older mutant so much as flinching. Michelangelo’s eyes were wide, the colors flowing in them like a warm sunset as he beamed up at his friend.

“Don’t be scared, Raphie! You can hold my hand if you want to!”

“Uh…” Looking down at this tiny, vibrant young shinobi that barely came up to his stomach in height, Raph couldn’t say anything except, “Y-yeah, sure. Thanks kid…”

Michelangelo have a happy giggle and wiggled his joy. He snatched Donnie with his other hand before the tallest box turtle could get very far.

“You can hold my hand too, Donna!”

“Donna?” Raph breathed through his nose, then laughed, “Hell yeah. Down with the patriarchy.”

Donnie, upon being grabbed by Michelangelo, had much the same reaction as Raph. He didn't know what to do, and then he fell to soft adoration as he realized he would do anything for this kid.

“Thanks Mike.”

“Can I hold your hand too?” Leo asked brightly

Michelangelo’s expression flattened. “Only got two hands, Leon.”

Donatello cleared his throat and stepped forward to motion the first group through the rift. “Please keep your hands and feet inside the mystic rift until the ride has ended, keep all personals close as we will not be liable for any limbs or items that may turn up missing. Keep your shells on, your heads low, and watch out for portal jackers as we take this small voyage to Run-Of-The-Mill pizza.”

With that, Michelangelo and the two other box turtles that had to crouch to be able to hold his hand went through the rift without fear. Leo, his mouth still hanging open, turned to look at Raphael, who could only shrug before going through the rift himself.

“Lady’s first~” Leonardo gave what could have resembled a polite bow if not for the mocking tone, motioning Leo through first.

Leo sucked in a breath, shaking the nervous jitters like water off a duck's back before he stepped through. The pull was very much so like the rift he and his family had taken to wind up in this world to begin with, except less painful. When he opened his eyes again he was standing in… a restaurant?

The smell of cumin and Chili filled the air. The feeling of the polished floor under Leo’s feet was unlike anything he had ever felt before. Like ice, except not cold; soft, but hard at the same time if that was possible. His eyes adjusted to the darkness of the building and more details were quick to come to him; wooden booths with dark brown cushions and tables clean enough to shine under the candlelight that filled the restaurant; the candles, it seemed, were held up by nothing at all! They were shaped almost like they were living; Leo thought it nothing more than a cool design before he realized they actually were living! Living candles with curves and form almost like human women, their hair the flaming candle wicks and the bottom of their shafts flowing out like a ball gown! Closer still and Leo could even begin to make out tiny, detailed faces!

“You want your normal seats I presume?”

Leo blinked and shook his head as the familiar voice brought him back down to earth. Though he hadn’t seen Hueso in just over two years, the skeleton man had hardly changed at all. The calaca’s white pupils danced across the group with a curious hum.

“And shall I double your usual then?” Hueso queried.

“Bone man!” Leonardo explained, scooping Hueso up in a hug before the older yokai could make his escape. “Good to see ya!”

“Wish I could say the same.” Hueso grumbled, then added bitterly, “Problem child…”

“And that’s why you love me!” Leonardo blew a kiss, “Now Hueso, you remember the other us’s, right?”

“Unfortunately, it’s a pleasure to remake your acquaintance.”

Hueso was met with three half-hearted mutters of greeting; none of the Splintersons were even looking at him! Why would they when there were so many different creatures to see? In most every booth and table and barstool were mutants out of a fantasy book; beings even Donnie couldn’t single out as anything familiar! Some of them had characteristics that could have been compared to more natural animals— tentacles and fangs and frills. Creatures as big as an elephant or small as a shrew, with varying table sizes to accommodate all in between.

“Hey, listen bone man.” Leonardo tried to whisk Hueso away for a private conversation, but Hueso ducked to avoid the fate. His eyes and Leonardo’s were locked until Leonardo backed down, “We need a favor.”

“Don’t you always?” Hueso asked, “Seems every time you come to pay a visit it is for your own gain.”

“What? Noooo! Me? Noo!” Leonardo scoffed, waving a dismissive hand and laughing before quickly giving up the ruse, “It’s important this time. We need to find a yokai who sells decent rifts at an affordable price, and we need it like yesterday if we want to get these boys home.”

Hueso hummed, bringing his fingers to his mouth as he considered. “Define affordable.”

“Somewhere in the price range of… eight hundred US dollars or nine thousand Japanese yen.” Donatello said.

Hueso hissed through his teeth. “You won’t get any that cheap. Cheapest I know of would be Monroe, but quality rifters at his place run upward to three million pesos.”

Donatello took out his phone and ran some quick calculations. “Okay guess we’re not eating this month.”

“Wish I could be of more help pepino.” Hueso said, turning to leave while he was still talking, “I’ll go get you directions to Monroe.”

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“This looks like the place…” Donatello said, and he indicated a small sliver of alleyway squeezed between two tall buildings.

“Doesn’t look like much.” Raph huffed; Michelangelo still had a tight hold on his and Donnie’s hands for support.

“But it is discrete though.” Donnie pointed out; his mind was still wandering, trying its best to soak up the tangled stimuli from the buildings and the mutants that looked almost like something out of a cartoon! Like a child had drawn these characters and these structures and planted them together in a bright, yet disorienting, array of flashing colors. “I’d hate to be an epileptic in this place…”

“Are we… gonna be able to fit through there?” Leo asked, his question directed toward Leonardo.

Leonardo flashed Leo a warning glare before saying, “Raph, are you and the guys gonna be able to fit?”

Raphael gave a low whine. His beak crinkled in concentration as his first idea was to simply walk forward, which proved him too wide. Then he huffed and turned sideways, but was still too bulky. It seemed Raphael ran out of ideas, so Donatello cleared his throat.

“If I could direct everyone’s attention slightly upwaaaard~”

Following his motion, they found what could have resembled a bell hanging above the alleyway. It looked as if it were made of slime with little chunks of something floating inside. Raph cringed at the sight of it, but Raphael gave a far too curious ooo and reached to touch it. Leonardo quickly stepped between Raphael and the slime-bell.

“No no no no, no no. No.” Leonardo said, forcing Raphael back, “Bad Raph.”

“I wasn’t gonna eat it.” Raphael pouted.

Leonardo narrowed his eyes. Raphael stuck out his bottom lip and tapped his fingers.

“Okay I was gonna eat it. You can ring it.”

“Eh… not sure if I want to…” Despite his words, Leonardo reached up and took the slimy rope of the bell, a texture not unlike a worm, and yanked on it. Instead of ringing, it gave off a sound like a foghorn blowing that made every turtle cover their ears, though Leonardo removed his hands from his head just as quickly when he realized it was still covered in slime. “Ew ew ew ew—“

There was a pop and they were swallowed by a slimy, green bubble. What followed was mixed reactions of terror and disgust as they moved into a tighter group, shell to shell with the bigger ones surrounding the smaller. The bubble lifted then off their feet and through the wall like they had no matter at all, carried past the narrow door and lowered to the ground on the other side before the slime bubble popped and left them confused and disgruntled.

“What is this place?” Donnie was the first to separate from the group to look around. The space around them was not unlike an auction house, filled with all sorts of items on display. They filled shelf after shelf after shelf, placed around with no true order. Looking up would reveal several more floors, all just as filled with artifacts and creatures for purchase, with a convenient opening through the middle of each floor.

“Looks like some sort of witchy auction place…” Raph commented. Not to be outdone by his younger brother, Raph separated and started to investigate the place for himself, “How does a grimy grifter get a place like this?”

“Wait a minute…” Leonardo frowned as he looked around, “Wait— I know this place.”

Raph picked up a gem-encrusted chalice, turning it around curiously. “Huh. Fancy.”

“Raph, don’t touch anything.” Leo groaned.

“What?” Raph scoffed, “Guess you don’t want me to do this either, huh?”

He began to juggle the chalice with surprising style.

“Raph, stop that!” Leo tried to intervene, but that only seemed to egg Raph on. He danced out of Leo’s reach, laughing as he pretended to drop the decor before catching it at the last second, “I’m serious!”

Raph only laughed. At least, he was laughing until he actually did drop it— right on the head of a small, purple yokai who had been observing the scene, as still as one of his statues. Raph swore, trying to recover the drop but it was too late. It sank into the yokai’s head as if he were made of pure gelatin, and they could still see the gold through the flesh and skin. The purple yokai blinked, and Raph screamed.

The purple yokai’s skin shifted into flowing rings of yellow and orange that forced the chalice up and out of his head, into his hand. He didn't look like much— something akin to a slug if anything— with a soft beak and a snaggle tooth like Raphael’s only smaller. He breathed onto the chalice and wiped it off with his sleeve before placing it back on the shelf.

“Please don’t touch.”

“YOU!” Leonardo pointed accusingly, “You’re that slug guy who sold me wallet-stealing hair! You’re Monroe?!”

“That’s a talking slug—” Raph withdrew back into the crowd of his brothers, eyes wide.

Donnie gasped, pulling his goggles down over his eyes and advancing as quickly as Raph had retreated. The slug drew into himself, his entire body constricting like a squeezed stress ball. Leo visibly cringed, while Raphael and his brothers didn't seem all that bothered beyond a few yawns or comforting pats for Raph.

“This is incredible— there’s compounds in him that fail to be isolated or traced!” Donnie picked up one of the slugs arms to investigate every inch of him. “He doesn’t even seem to be carbon based at all; there’s elements I can’t even identify— what…?” Donnie pulled up his goggles as the astonishment gave way to a confused frown, “Is— is he a mutant?”

“No.” Donatello scoffed.

That was met with three very confused box turtles casting side glances.

“Are… are any of them mutants?” Leo asked.

Leonardo laughed, “What? You though every yokai in the Hidden City was mutated by Draxum and his army of mutant mosquitoes? Ha! W-what dumb idiots would think that?” Leonardo was visibly sweating.

“Not these dumb idiots, that’s for sure.” Donatello tried to brush past, scratching his neck.

“W-wait, so none’a them guys we passed were mutants?” Raph asked, pointing back at the door.

“Well, some of them might have been, but the majority? No; they’re yokai and cryptids.”

“Yokai…” Donnie breathed, and that astonished look returned to his face as he continued to circle Monroe, “They exist in your world? Oh my kama this just keeps getting better—“

“Don.” Raph whistled as if Donnie was a dog, “Buy first, geek later.”

Monroe’s eyes lit up at that and he pulled himself away from Donnie to give a polite bow to the rest of the group. “If sales you wants, sales I’s gots! I gots artifacts from all around the world, from the tombs of Giza to the ancient Amazons. If you needs it, I gots it!”

“Great!” Raphael clapped. “Cause we need a high quality rifter.”

Monroe sank into himself. “Not that’s I don’t gots…”

A visible vein twitched in Leo. “What?”

“I solds out…” He frowned, tapping his nubby hands together.

“WHEN?”

“Like ten minutes ago, don’t yell at me.” The slug quivered, his eyes like saucers.

Leonardo sucked in a slow, deep breath, “Who bought them, Monroe?”

“Oh, an andoroido with a nice voice ands such manners. He’s having buying all my rifters. He’s very rich.”

“All of them?” Raphael whimpered, “Y-you don’t even got a… a small busted one in the back?”

Monroe shook his head. “Not one! He was be very insistent he gets alls of them. But I do has a very special hover pod with your name witten all over it if you—“

“Not interested.” Leonardo quickly dismissed, pulling on his face in his frustration, “Great. We— we’ll find somewhere else to look.”

“But I is to be assuring you that no other shop has rifters worth your while…” Monroe said.

“That's what every illegal rifter peddler would say!”

“Not this illegal rifter peddler, I swearing it to you!”

“And I swear I’ll bust your teeth in if you’re lying…” Leonardo seized Monroe by the collar and lifted him up.

“Leo.” Raphael was quick to correct. His eyes met Leonardo’s for just a moment. That was all it took for Leonardo to relent and release the Yokai. Raphael made a quick point to help Monroe fix his shirt. “Sorry ‘bout that. If you happen to find a rifter you missed, could you give us a call?”

Without having to be asked, Donatello had already written up his phone number and placed it in Monroe’s hand.

“You wouldn’t happen to have any more contacts, do you Don?”

Donatello took a long, slow breath. “I’ll see what I can find.”

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #tmnt au #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #bay turtles

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brilliant-poses · 3 years

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The Night of the Coyotes

When Dutch Van Der Linde first began to expand his gang, a group of bounty hunters rose to stop a lot of gangs from becoming too big and powerful. The bounty hunters were a successful group, but the Van Der Linde’s and the O’Driscoll’s kept avoiding the rope. You are apart of the bounty hunting group, the Coyotes. You and your older sister, Pride, have been in the group since you were children. Now, you’re faced with the challenges of hunting down each member. When things get out of hand, do you stay loyal or decide a different life?

Chapter 1 - Pride and Joy

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Her grip your hand tightened, pulling you behind her. Your little feet hit the dirt and your tears made it hard to see anything. The moon wasn’t helping either

“Pride, I’m scared!” You cried in your pitiful little voice, causing her to yank you closer.

“Come on, come on! It’s ok… I’m with you, I’m with you!” She said, hearing the sound of yelling behind you two. She covered your ears, not wanting you to hear the horrible sounds of your father screaming after you. There was the sound of a gun going off, the bullet hitting the tree next to them.

“You bitches keep running! I’ll find you! I’ll find you and put a bullet in ya!” He yelled, still firing more bullets. You let out a yell of fear, noticing how she picked you up this time. She ran faster than you, her legs taking her further. She huffed for air, the sound of your father fading in the distance. Pride’s feet continued to hit the dirt hard, not stopping until she saw the lights of Blackwater come into view. You held onto her tightly, the brown shirt she wore was clutched in your little hands. She panted heavily, still hurrying. She couldn’t stop, even when people tried to stop her and see what’s wrong. She hit someone, holding onto you tighter as she fell back.

“Oh! Oh my, are you two alright?” The woman asked, noticing how you and her both laid on the ground. You looked towards the woman, seeing her nice dress and a feathered hat covering her face from the lights.

“Come on, we’ll get you two to a doctor. Brigit! Help me!” The woman called, gently lifting you up. You stared at Pride, watching as she was lifted up by a red haired woman, who cursed at how heavy she was. You started to feel your vision going black and you pass out.

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“Wake up, already!” You feel a slap to your face, causing you to jolt.

“I’m up, I’m up…” You mumbled, glancing up from your bedroll to see Pride smoking a cigarette. She took a deep inhale and exhaled after a moment, the smoke flying towards the sky. You lifted yourself up, exhaling with relief. Just a dream… Well, more of a memory. That was years ago, you and Pride were stronger and more resilient than you had been when you were younger. You were currently eighteen and Pride was twenty-three. Escaping from your family home was thirteen years ago, so you were surprised that those memories were coming back. You rubbed your face, standing after a moment. The opened tent was letting the humid air in, the sun was already in the sky.

“You were yelling in your sleep.” She said, exhaling more smoke. She threw it down and stomped it out. You pushed your hair out of your face and glanced up towards your sister, seeing her adjust her hat. Her long black hair was braided and moved against her back, bouncing against the dark blue shirt as she looked down to roll up her sleeves. You popped your neck and adjusted your own shirt, causing the light green material to shake and let dirt fall off of it.

“Had that dream about pa.” You admitted, which made her scoff.

“Stupid bastard… I’ll find his neck broke by the rope one day.” She said and looked towards you. She was taller than you, her build more muscular due to her being your bounty hunter family’s work horse. She was your brawn, while you were her brains. Pride noticed you beginning to get lost in thought, she hit you over the head, causing you to jolt a bit.

“Let’s go see what Vivian wants. The only reason I’m here is to make sure you actually got up to see her.” She said, putting her hand on the back of your neck and helped moved your towards the large tent. Vivian was the woman who saved you and Pride, keeping you safe within her bounty hunter lifestyle. She’s the one who helped shape who you two are.

“Madam.” You greeted, seeing the woman look over from her spot at her desk. She turned back to her mirror to fix her make up, humming as a greeting. The woman was older, probably in her late fifties. She didn’t seem to let that be a hindrance on her. Her chestnut hair was greying in places, like on her temples, but the large scar over her left eye proved her to be more than just a fragile old woman. The scar started above the edge of her eyebrow and ran down to her cheek. Another smaller one cut across the scar on the bottom, getting close to the top of her lip.She still had sight in the eye, but the intimidation she had with the scar didn’t take away from the fact she could still see.

“My, my… It’s Pride and Joy. Good to see you.” She said, using her nickname for you. You smiled softly, shrugging lightly.

“Are you two interested in going out for a information hunt?” She asked, causing you to look at Pride and get excited. You two hadn’t been out of camp in weeks, having to protect everyone and everything you had. After last month in Arizona, it was better that way. Pride was quick to join in, smiling wide and nodding quickly.

“Hell yeah! What information are we gathering?” You grinned, lightly leaning against the tent pole. Vivian stood, her dark brown eyes staring at you and Pride, watching you two as she left the tent. She began to walk towards the edge of the lake, beginning to light a cigarette. You and Pride followed behind her, Pride crossing her arms while your hands rested on your hips. You watched as she took a long drag of her cigarette before exhaling, allowing the smoke to ease into the air.

“Van Der Linde was spotted.” She said, causing Pride to tense a little before shaking it off to listen.

“Now, I know that his little gang is getting stronger, but that matters not. You two are going to find out where they could be.” She said, looking towards you two. You glanced towards Pride, watching her cross her arms.

“Why can’t we just go yelling at night? That scared ‘em last time.” She said, obviously a bit more reluctant to go now that Van Der Linde’s gang was mentioned. Vivian has been after Dutch Van Der Linde since she first brought you two in. You watched a lot of good sisters die from their sharp shooters, especially by Arthur Morgan. Pride and Morgan were like mortal enemies. They were faithful through and through, both could kill one another just to protect their families. You knew if Van Der Linde had been spotted, Morgan wasn’t far behind. For you, there was no enemy. You had no qualms against a certain one except for Dutch, the one who allowed them to kill your sisters whenever they were just doing what was best for everyone. You could tell Pride’s reluctance, especially with you involved. She didn’t like you being around any type of trouble with them. Sure, you had captured and killed men and women before, but never a Van Der Linde gang member. Pride was once the only one left from an encounter with them, her playing dead as the gang ran off. You all had to bury five sisters, which was a lot considering your small family. The Good Lady Vivian Andrew cursed him and swore to bring him in herself, but she needed her little ones to be her eyes. You could see Vivian getting a bit agitated by Pride’s question and reluctance, but she kept a level head.

“Pride… You of all people know how dangerous they are. If you see them, you leave. You just ask people around town, it won’t be that bad. Blackwater is a good place.” She explained, turning to look at them. Pride still looked unconvinced, shaking her head as she tried to pull together why they should avoid any potential contact. You knew this would only run in circles, so you had to do something.

“We’ll go, Madam.” You said quickly, not allowing Pride to argue more. Pride hissed your name in a sort of irritated manor, but she straightened up when Vivian smiled.

“Good… Now, put on your coats and head out. Blackwater isn’t too far, so I suggest you spend as much time there as possible. The shops will be your best bet, especially the butcher.” She informed, tossing the cigarette onto the ground and stomping it out. She began to walk back towards her tent, but stopped.

“Also, ask the others if they need something.” She turned to tell them before going back into her tent, pulling the tent flaps closed so she’d have some privacy. There was silence before Pride spat onto the ground, obviously irritated.

“Go ask around, my ass… If she wasn’t as strong as she was, I’d swing her with her long ass rat hair.” She scoffed, which made you stifle a laugh. Your sister was so dramatic, she’s been that way ever since you were kids. She looked towards her and couldn’t help the chuckle that fell from her lips. She nudged you and motioned for you to follow.

“Come on, we gotta see what the others want.” She said, causing you to nod. You fixed your hair once more, blowing away a small piece that fell in front of your face and hurried after your sister. Thus began the task of figuring out if you had an information hunt or a shopping list to follow.

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blueprint-han · 3 years

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a musical encounter.

pairing: music major senior!han x music major junior!reader

genre: university (?? idk) au; fluff.

⇥ warnings: very terribly™ written by a person who has a -8.9 knowledge in music, also the singing parts are not very well described and this may seem incomplete because i’m trying to force teach myself to write short, but oh well 🤧 I wanna write a longer fic based on this in the future hhhhhhhh. me after writing this fic: wow i really clowned myself at “short fic” didn’t I 🤡 also not proofread so be mindful of errors and google autocorrect <//3

word count: 1.7 K 🤡

⇥ disclaimer: this writing does not aim to represent the activities of the real Han Jisung, nor does it represent JYPE in any form. Events are pure fiction. ♡

type: blurb drabble 😭 (why can I never write sh0rt hmph >:( )

network tag: @stayverse @districtninewriters @inkidz + @sunoo-luvs

part of: the url drabble game; requested by @missinghan :’’) (requests for this are closed now!)

!!; song y/n is imagined to sing here is ‘Freedom 90, the Pitch Perfect Version (of course, with pre added acappella). You may find the song here, if you wanna listen to it. hhhhhh this is based on my rusty research about music equipment (which may be wrong) so if this is not what it’s supposed to mean please go easy on me. 😂

↯ note: hhhhh okay so this one has no direct mention or relation to your url but I rather picked it up from your url ~vibes~ (since the only idea that was dropping into my head was making han go missing ufhurg) so I hope you don’t mind ! Hope you like it uwu 💓 Happy reading. <3 Again this will not compare to your writing queen, but I tried. 😔 ⇥ dawn.☀️

“Gosh, this is a music recording, not a date — what’s there to be scared about?” Your friend chided, setting up the mic and the filter as you panicked behind the glass. “You’re a music major! Isn’t this supposed to be what you do?”

“You’re saying that like you aren’t one, and you totally didn’t freak out two days ago, Sana.”

Sana huffed, shaking her head before moving to connect all the wires in place. “Yeah. but…” Her voice came out low when she crouched down to fix all the wires. “The nerves shake off eventually. You’ve nothing to worry. Did you hydrate?”

“I’ve been sipping on this water bottle for the past half an hour!” You sighed, walking inside the booth to stand next to your friend. “And what do you mean ‘shake off’ — you mean that time you ‘accidentally’ broke the headphones when you wear putting them on?” A bite of your lip to stifle your laugh, and Sana’s mouth dropped open in disbelief.

“Wow, you’re gonna-” She slapped your arm after getting up. “-bring that up even though we had an agreement that we’re gonna keep it a secret?”

“Okay, ouch that hurts!” You chortled. “There’s no one here though, I still kept my promise.”

“Yeah right, in a rented schoolroom studio, with cameras everywhere.”

“They still wouldn’t be able to hear me, right?” You pointed out, bursting into a fit of giggles, nervousness be damned when Sana pouted in defeat.

“Fine, now help me set this up. Come onnnnn…” Your friend shook your arm violently to kick you out of your laughter. You shook your head, crouching over again to fix the wires while your friend set up all the equipment outside the booth.

“All set?”

“Yeah…” You took a deep breath fixing your dress up a bit before reaching your hand out, fitting the headphones snug over your ears. Your eyes caught on something black lying on the tables, and you pointed it out.

“Whose headphones are those?” You pointed out, and Sana looked to the direction. “Eh,” she brushed it off. “Probably the person who’d received this room to record before, they’ll take care of it.” You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, nodding. “Now come on, let’s start. We have to submit this tomorrow and I have a movie date, so it can’t get later than this.”

“Alright,” You chimed, clearing your throat once, twice before inhaling deeply. You were surely nervous before, but somehow singing always helped you disconnect from your surroundings, it was your escape — one of the main reason you’d chosen music technology in a heartbeat when you found out it was an option for your major.

“Ready? And, go.”

Sana hit a button, causing soft music to play through the headphones, a melody she’d carefully crafted over nights of 3 am coffee and many, many texts to you — most of them saying “I wanna sleeeepppppp waaaaa”. You’d obviously heard it before but you realised why it took her so long (nearly a week), because it was near perfection.

“Heaven knows I was just a young boy~”

The song went pretty smoothly on the most part, with Sana stopping you in between verses and and going over parts she wanted you to repeat, which you gladly complied. She was the senior, of course.

When it cam down to the last verse, about half an hour had passed — and you felt pretty good about it. your vocals were shining pretty well and blended with the music perfectly, which put you at ease.

“Okay, let’s finish this.” Sana said, focused on changing up the settings, before giving you a countdown, hitting play. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath as you waited for the beat drop to end, leading to your high note. That again. went pretty well, along with the rest of the song, finishing it up with an exhale.

When you removed the headphones and got out of the booth — you met the eyes of someone you did not expect to see standing there.

“O-Oh, hello Han-ssi.” You bowed down in gratitude, overly surprised of his presence.

Han was, just like Sana, your senior. He was one of the best students in your academy — of course, scoring the highest grade in all of his tests. Many would say otherwise because of his tsundere nature, but you could tell that he had a burning passion for music under those eyes. You’d listened to his tracks in various events your university hosted — and safe to say you were in love with his music. He had a way of making his tracks sound so… real? And natural — the kind that you wouldn’t get bored of no matter how many times you heard it.

Han bowed back and mumbled a silent “hello~” back to you before extending hia hand past you to grab the headphones placed on the table. Ohhh, so that’s why they were familiar. You’d noticed them hanging around his neck multiple times on campus.

Once he’d chatted with Sana and you for a bit (more Sana than you) and bowed before he left, you grabbed Sana’s arm before pulling her towards yourself.

“How long was he here for?” You whispered, a pout on your face.

“Umm, I think throughout the last verse?” Sana shrugged.

“What?” Your shoulders slumped. “Didn’t he come to pick up his headphones?”

“Are you seriously getting flustered right now?” Your friend narrowed her eyes playfully, making a teasing noise as she pushed at your shoulder.

“Ah,” You rolled your eyes. “Stop being so teasing, I’m just a little shy of anyone else hearing my singing.” You flapped your hand to brush her statement away — before she could say something or point it out how evidently flustered you’d grown of the fact that your role model — the Han Jisung — had listened to your music.

“Well, you’re a music major, kid. Get used to it.”

And with that, Sana bid her goodbye to you, helping you wrap up the place before hopping down the stairs, earphones plugged into her ears as she hummed a tune all the way.

You silently stood in front of the elevator, playing with the hem of your sleeves as you waited for it to arrive. Curse at your studios for being on the last floor of the building, waiting for the elevator seemed like an eternity.

You also didn’t notice the random person that stood beside you. it was getting late anyways, the sun was almost close to setting by the time you were done, so it was only obvious that the remaining students would go home.

“So, you sing?” A very familiar sounding voice echoed in your ears, and you flipped your head to the side, once again meeting the eyes of someone you didn’t expect to meet right now.

And of course, if was Han Jisung.

Now that you weren’t freaking out (but you were close to), you could focus on him a little more properly, and you immediately noticed the headphones hanging around his neck, again. He had a large black hoodie on, his hands were shoved into his pockets and his hair was neatly combed and parted. If you had to describe him in three words, it’d be “messy but clean”.

“Oh, h-hello again.” You bowed.

“Hi!” He reciprocated your actions, looking at you. “My question?”

“W-what?” Your eyes widened as you fiddled with the edge of your shirt.

“You sing?”

“I-” You started. “I do, I’ve loved singing since I was six.”

“Oh.” Jisung nodded, letting his words trail of for a second. “You sing really well. I listened to that last part of the song — really well done.”

Tensing up, a smile tugged at your lips. “R-really?”

“Yeah,” Jisung chuckled. “You have a pretty voice, Y/N. And that’s a genuine compliment.”

“O-oh.” You felt yourself grow bashful of his presence all of a sudden, your cheeks feeling hot as the heat spread to your cheeks. “Thank you.” You mumbled, diverting your gaze from your eyes as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “That’s so sweet of you to say.”

“I mean it.” The boy said, frowning. at the sight in front of him — your eyes drifting from place to place and the way you shifted from one foot to other — you seemed to be uncomfortable, but in reality you just didn’t know how to respond. “You okay?”

“A-ah, I am, it’s just.” Moving your hands around, you tried to put your thoughts into words, only to fail miserably, before you sighed and collected yourself. “I just really like your music a lot, and I…” You trailed off, rubbing at your shoulder. “Kinda look up to you, so hearing you say that, it just means a lot to me. Thank you”

The boy standing beside you beamed like sunshine at your response, gently poking at your shoulder as he eyes you mischievously.

“You look up to me, huh?” He giggled when you stumbled over your words, bringing a hand to rake through his hair. “You’re adorable, I’ll tell you that too.”

“Oh my god stop, do you want me to combust?” You laughed, the nervousness laced throughout your statement.

“Okay fine,” Jisung nodded, attaching his headphones to the audio jack of his phone, rummaging through his playlist. “You wanna come to my studio once?”

“What?” Your head snapped in his direction, eyes widening as you took in what he said, excitement filling your veins? Han Jisung’s studio? Seeing him make music in front of your eyes? Is this a fucking dream?

“I mean, only if you want to, of course. I was just asking because you seemed like you’d like to see my music making process. You don’t have to say yes though.”

“Oh gosh, no, I’d love to!” You yelped, stopping him in his tracks. He smiled gently, nodding at you as he scratched his chin in thought.

“So, tomorrow morning is fine?” He looked at you with almost, almost pleading eyes, and you felt like your heart melted into a puddle on the spot. He was cute.

You smiled, shyly nodding as you quickly went through your schedule in your head. “I can work with that.”

“See you tomorrow morning then.” The elevator chimed, the doors sliding open as the both of you got in, giggling at each other.

You couldn’t wait for tomorrow morning, that was for sure.

*silently puts on clown hat and leaves*

↯ note: 🕯️ ignore me this is just a small prayer that tumblr doesn’t make me battle the tags yet again 🕯️ may the tumblr gods be in my favor atleast this once ;-; 🕯️ ⇥ dawn.☀️

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whimperwoods · 3 years

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Part 9 of Gozukk and Anna

Anna has a doctor’s appointment. Gozukk turns down an offer to join the church. Jak helps out.

[Note: One of the d&d canon things I particularly don’t like is that the ‘evil races’ have their own separate evil gods particular to their race. I’m aware that there are halfling and elf and dwarf pantheons also, but the thing is that those generally have deities of multiple alignments (rather than only evil ones) and those communities seem to be allowed to serve any gods they want, in practice. In my d&d world, orcs can too, and this particular tribe, to the extent to which they’re religious, is affiliated with Kelemvor. Not everyone worships him, and there are some individuals with other faiths, but he’s the god they have a shrine and a cleric for/from. (I’m not sure it matters that much from a worldbuilding standpoint, but I’ve taken an overall position of “no-race-specific deities,” which does also throw Moradin and the like out with the bathwater, but that’s probably alright.)]

The masterpost is here and includes a cheat sheet with character names, since the list of people she’s met in the community just keeps getting bigger.

tw: slavery (past), tw: PTSD, tw: past rape/noncon (barely referenced), tw: past abuse, tw: fantasy religion (no religious trauma), tw: panic attack, tw: drug reference (past), tw: date rape drug (past)

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Anna’s legs shook faintly as the healer shouted for her and her master to enter, but she tried to keep her face steady as she ducked under Gozukk’s arm and in through the flap of the tent.

The space was small but comfortable, the furnishings generally not quite as nice as Gozukk’s, with the exception of a smallish but very fine altar, richly carved from solid wood. A set of heavy brass scales sat on it, held up by a skeletal hand, the same image that was carved along its sides, and that she recognized from the box in Gozukk’s room, and a small collection of candles sat around it.

Gozukk knelt briefly in front of the altar, going down on one knee with a quick bow and then rising to his feet again before turning to the healer, Mukzod. “I’m sure you’ve heard plenty about our newest guest,” he said calmly, as if he hadn’t paused at all. Anna felt certain she should kneel, too, but somehow she found herself frozen, unable to move farther into the tent, or to do anything at all.

Mukzod was dressed in dark grey robes, well-made and clean, with the same skeleton-arm scales embroidered carefully across his chest, but looked fresh-faced, too young for such serious, formal vestments. He was a half head shorter than Gozukk but just as wide, with dark messy hair that flopped into his eyes as he nodded toward her and made her shudder and freeze up. He looked almost nothing like Master Kir, but that hair, the length of it, the little flick of his head to get it out of his eyes - her chest tightened with fear, her breath shortening.

The healer’s smile was warm, but she couldn’t slow her racing heart.

“Hello, guest. Anna, is it? Did I hear correctly?”

Her mouth was dry and she couldn’t answer. Gozukk reached a hand halfway toward her, but then stopped and she suddenly, desperately wished he hadn’t, wished she could bury her face in his chest and not see this new stranger, with his new hair, and his new tent. But that was a foolish thing to wish, wasn’t it?

“Yes,” Gozukk answered, his voice softer now, as if to put her at ease even though he was talking to the healer. “You’ve heard right. I already know she’s wounded, but I want to make sure she isn’t also cursed or marked or being tracked.”

“You know, if you just gave a little bit more of yourself to Kelemvor, you could do it yourself,” Mukzod said jovially. “We all know your piety is genuine.”

Gozukk laughed. “For the last time, cleric, a paladin oath is out of the question. The tribe has to come first. You know that. A holy life is not in my cards.”

Mukzod held his hands up, “I know, I know! I only ask because I know you’d be good at it.”

Anna watched the exchange, trying to follow. Kelemvor was - was a god of - of something. Scales. Justice? But no, that was Tyr, everybody knew that. The skeleton, though - the skeleton - her eyes widened, and her body began to shake.

“I - I didn’t realize you worshipped - umm -” Her voice was thin, tense, and surely one of them would bark at her to speak up. She tensed, awaiting a slap for interrupting, or for doing it poorly, or both. Instead, both men turned slowly to look at her, their posture open, hands away from her.

“It’s alright, Anna,” Gozukk said, “He’s not a god of death. He’s a god of the dead, which is something else.”

Mukzod had his hands up, the palms out toward her. “The chief is right. We don’t kill, not unless we have to. Not unless we’re fighting undead things. I’m more about healing. And curing diseases. And burying bodies we find unattended in the desert, which happens a little more often than one would hope.”

She shivered. She’d seen a body like that, had watched the men in the caravan dragging another man’s corpse away from the hooves and wheels that had crushed him to death, only to leave him lying in a heap alongside their caravan route and keep moving at Master Kir’s orders.

She opened her mouth to ask if they’d found the man from the caravan, if they’d buried him properly, but then she couldn’t. What if they thought she’d had something to do with it? She still remembered the beating she’d gotten after they stopped that night, how unsure she’d been whether her master thought she’d done something to distract the dead man, or whether he was just frustrated. She’d known her place. She hadn’t needed to be reminded. She didn’t need to be reminded now.

She sank onto her knees and felt both safer and less safe, in over her head and drowning in uncertainty.

Gozukk knelt beside her again, taking her hands gently in his own, so gently she could have pulled away, but she knew her place, and maybe soon he would realize she knew it and she wouldn’t have to be so scared.

“It’s alright, Anna,” he said, running his thumb gently over her knuckles. “You don’t have to worship him. Plenty of folks don’t. But I do, and Mukzod does, and he’s got some magic that can help you, if that man did anything that’s lingering.” He scowled, but over her shoulder, not at her. “Anything magical, anyway.”

The cleric placed one hand on her shoulder and the other on Gozukk’s and she flinched heavily before she could stop herself.

“Is it alright if I do a quick magic detection spell? If all is well, I’ll won’t see anything, and we’ll know the human doesn’t have any magical hooks into you. If there is something, I’ll have to do some tests, but we can fix that, too.”

His voice was soothing, but she couldn’t look at him, couldn’t look at the hair falling into his eyes, scraping his shoulders around the back of his neck. She was shaking, and she couldn’t stop. She gripped Gozukk’s hands tighter, hoping he would allow her nearer. He squeezed back gently and she scooted forward on her knees until she was close enough to whisper into his ear.

“Please, Sir -” she flinched, but decided not to correct herself and maybe he wouldn’t notice, “I - can I -” He let go of one of her hands and then reached up and brushed her hair behind her ear, a gesture that was increasingly becoming a familiar one. She steeled herself and caught her breath. “May I put my head on your shoulder again, please? Like yesterday, when I was -” she didn’t have a word for what she was, “Please, Gozukk, I’m sorry I’m weak, I just - I can - I can do this. I can be good, please, I just - I need - please.” Her breath gave out, her body shaking even harder.

Yesterday, she’d leaned into him with both of their hands between them, his pressing hers to his chest. Now, he wrapped one arm around her carefully, keeping hold of her hand with his other one and drawing her just slightly closer. “Is this alright?” he whispered into the space between them, “Does this help?”

She shook, and wasn’t sure how to answer, but she knew what she’d wanted at first, knew what she’d wanted, and thought she still wanted it. She leaned her forehead against his shoulder, her breath coming in deep gasps, and he removed his arm from the small of her back as she kept fighting for air, tracing his fingers through her hair at the temple instead.

“It’s alright,” he said, “I’m here to help.”

After a moment of his arm hovering beside her, he let it fall to his side, not touching her as she knelt up against him, watching him breathe and trying to time her breaths to his.

“Are you ready for the spell?” he asked.

She nodded against his shoulder.

“We’re ready, Mukzod.”

Nothing happened. The cleric said a few words in a language she didn’t understand, and then he fell silent, the air in the room unchanged.

“Nope, all clear,” he said after a moment. “Your pendant’s lighting up like a candle, Chief, and the altar, and some of my stuff, so the spell’s working, but she’s not got any magic on her. Not that lingers, anyway. I can try a dispulsion anyway, but as far as I can tell, there’s nothing there to dispel.”

Gozukk leaned his cheek against her temple, sighing in relief. “There we go. You’re safe. Now we know it for sure.”

“I -” Mukzod cleared his throat. “Can I be of any other service? I’d thought you might have come for healing. Or perhaps a calming spell?”

A calming spell? Anna had never heard of that, but as soon as she thought too hard about it, she found herself remembering the times Master Kir had - what had that been - he’d put something in the wine, she’d known there was something in the wine, but he’d made her drink it anyway, made her drink it, made her choke trying to swallow as he forced it down her throat and then he’d - and then he’d -”

She sobbed, her head suddenly spinning, her entire body tingling like there were bees buzzing just inside her skin, and her head on Gozukk’s shoulder wasn’t enough to keep it at bay, wasn’t enough to keep anything at bay, wasn’t - wasn’t -

She grabbed desperately for the front of his shirt, closing her hand into a fist around the fabric and forcing herself to keep breathing. His free hand came up alongside her head, but he didn’t quite touch her, just kept it hovering there, like he was shielding her from the sun. As another wrenching sob tore itself from her throat, she pulled herself closer to him, into that protection, and everything else be damned.

“We’re done for the day,” Gozukk said, his voice rough-edged with anger, like it never was when he talked to her, and she flinched but didn’t dare pull away, couldn’t afford it when he was the only thing steadying her spinning head, couldn’t afford it when it might make him angry, couldn’t - couldn’t - she couldn’t breathe. She gasped for air.

"She’s allowed to feel what she feels,” he snapped at the cleric, “She’s doing fine.”

His own breathing wasn’t quite as steady as she knew it could be, deepening as if he were holding himself together, holding back the snarl she could hear at the edge of his voice.

But then the snarl was gone, and his voice was velvet-gentle again, his hand stroking carefully through her hair. “It’s alright, Anna. You did well. It’s been a stressful day. You don’t have to do anything more. Mukzod just wants you safe, same as me.”

The gentleness was for her. It was just for her, and she was a fool, and she believed it, and she knew she was a fool, but she could feel herself starting to shake apart, could feel the way the buzz under her skin threatened to become the way she felt in the dark, at night, like a fire burning itself out, like she was dying a piece at a time, reducing herself to ash as she went, and she couldn’t. She couldn’t die now, not while she was in a place she was fool enough to half-believe might be better.

“Do you want me to carry you back home?” he asked, his voice still soft, rumbling through his chest and under her cheek, and when had she twisted her head sideways like this, resting more fully on his shoulder? “Or do you want to wait it out here and then we can walk back together? I think you need some quiet for a little bit. You can take another nap, like yesterday. You’re still healing.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, letting go of the front of his shirt, and he took it as an answer, rearranging immediately to gather her up in his arms and cradle her against his chest.

When he rose to his feet still holding her, she didn’t shudder this time, but she wondered if that was only because to shake any more than she was already shaking might be to shake herself to pieces.

The softness in his voice was gone as he looked up at the cleric and ordered, “Open the flap for me,” all of a sudden in control again, the chief whose feet she had been thrown down in front of. But then he was bending his neck to speak softly in her ear again, the gentleness returned to his voice. “Squeeze my neck when you’re ready for me to walk, and we’ll go. Just tell me when you’re steady.”

She squeezed his neck, desperate to be away from here, as if the bees in her skin would leave her alone out in the sun.

They didn’t, but Gozukk let her bury her face in the side of his neck and kept holding her, his arms solid around her and his breath steady, now, soothing.

Halfway back to the tent, small footsteps joined them, a voice she didn’t recognize piping up from below. “Whoa, Uncle Gozukk, is something wrong?”

“Get the flap when we get to my tent, Jak,” he said, the imperiousness gone again, as if it had never been, his voice warm and normal, but without the particular softness he seemed to save for her, and what did that mean? She sobbed in spite of herself, about nothing, or maybe about everything, but her head was full of bees and her skin was full of bees and she couldn’t think.

“She’ll be alright once she has a little peace and quiet,” Gozukk explained, tone patient, “She’s just a little overwhelmed.”

A small hand patted her dangling ankle and she pulled away instinctively before she realized the boy was no threat.

“Oh,” he said, “That makes sense. Does she need a calm down cloth?”

She could feel Gozukk’s chuckle, deep in his chest. “Yeah, that might not be a bad idea. Why don’t you go get one after you help me inside? And then you can go back to whatever it is you’re supposed to be doing.”

“Got it!” The footsteps sped up, then stopped again, waiting for them to catch up.

Anna clung to Gozukk the rest of the way to the tent, relieved when Jak’s footsteps pattered away as soon as she and Gozukk were inside.

The fine chair he’d been seated in to meet the caravan was inside, now, set behind the table in the front room, and Gozukk settled her into it. She grabbed at its arms, surprised, and squeezed them tighter when Gozukk squatted down in front of her to look in her eyes. She couldn’t get out of the chair and down to his level. He didn’t want that. She had to stay. She had to stay.

Her breathing was still ragged, too fast, and she knew it, but she couldn’t do anything about it.

“Anna, can you hear me?”

Everything was still too much, his words clear enough to make sense, but then immediately gone to her, as if they had never been. She nodded, trying to keep hold of the question.

“Alright. You did a good job this morning. I want to make sure you know that. It’s alright if you need to stay in here the rest of the day. I’ll try to come check on you when it’s time for lunch, but if you get hungry before I come back, you can go find Djaana or one of the twins, and they’ll look after you.”

She was breathing. That, she was sure of. His voice was soothing, reassuring, and the things he was saying were reassuring, and she couldn’t make them mean anything. She nodded. Reassuring. He was being reassuring. She could be reassured. She kept breathing.

Gozukk nodded back. Her breathing eased a little. Good. He was pleased.

Jak came running in, and she got a good look at him for the first time. He had the same dark hair as Djaana and Gozukk, but his eyes were a lighter color, a green she hadn’t expected, and even with some lingering baby roundness to his face, she could tell there was something about his cheekbones that must be like his father. Gozukk stuck a hand out to slow the boy before he could run all the way to her, and he blushed, looking bashful.

“Oh. Sorry. I forgot about the quiet.” He held out a damp, white cloth, in her direction, and she wasn’t sure what to do but take it.

The boy’s green eyes stared at her, his arm drifting behind his back so he could wrap his hand around his elbow, still staring. “Thank you,” she said quietly, aware that her breathing was loud and her voice wasn’t.

“Why don’t you explain to Anna how it works, just in case her mama and grandmother didn’t teach her?” Gozukk asked, something of the softness he always aimed at her in his voice as he addressed the boy.

“Yeah!” Jak said, his face brightening! “It’s easy, Miss Anna! You just put it on the back of your neck, and it’s nice and cool so it feels good, and then you just breathe real steady and think about cooling down and noticing that it feels good, and then when it gets dry, you can go back outside and play or try what you were doing again. Or I guess you can - I dunno. What do you like doing?”

She had no answer, but there wasn’t enough time for it to become awkward. Gozukk laid a hand on Jak’s shoulder. “Why don’t you wait and ask her that in a couple of days? You wouldn’t like it if somebody asked you a bunch of questions while you were trying to calm down, would you?”

“Oh! No!” He mimed locking his mouth closed with a key and tucking it into his pocket, and Anna found herself smiling in spite of everything. She put the cloth against the back of her neck to prove she’d been trying to listen, though there was a lot he said that she hadn’t been able to keep ahold of, the words slipping through her fingers as half of her kept getting wrapped up in her own breath.

He was right. It felt lovely, cool and soft. She closed her eyes, half instinctively, and managed a deeper breath.

She could hear a smile in Gozukk’s voice as he said, “Take all the time you need. We’ll be back to check on you at lunch time.”

Then both sets of footsteps walked away, out the door, and she was alone.

She slid out of the chair and onto her knees, where she felt more herself, but kept the cloth where it was, steadying her breathing as much as she could and thinking about the coolness, the dry air pulling water from the cloth, the dampness sitting against her skin, and nobody touching her.

When the cloth dried, she wasn’t calm, but she was close.

#d&d whump #fantasy whump #hurt/comfort #whump #recovery whump #past slavery tw #past abuse tw #ptsd tw #fantasy religion tw #panic attack tw #drug allusion tw #vague rape/noncon allusion tw #drugging tw #Jak was NOT supposed to be in this he just SHOWED UP #he WAS supposed to be at breakfast but he was NOT THERE #this child i swear #also Anna is triggered by mullets because real triggers are weird sometimes but also bc i am a clown all the time #her other doctor's appointment should be hopefully better but might actually just be weirder who knows #Mazogga's older and wiser than Mukzod but she's also old enough to be the boss of Gozukk so she's gonna do what she's gonna do #does this need some kind of a trigger warning for medical? it really isn't medical but maybe?#anyway jak's a good boy and everybody's trying their best and it's just gonna take some time #gozukk's family believes in AUTONOMY and RESPONSIBLE EMOTIONAL SELF-REGULATION #their enemies think orcs are scary because of the teeth and muscles but ALSO because of the CONFIDENCE and SELF-EFFICACY #or something #idk i just love orcs and i want them to have good things #and anna deserves a loving and supportive community #and they deserve an anna they just don't know it yet because she hasn't come into her own yet #but she will one day #in chapter a billion or something because i keep getting ideas for very tiny increments of time after the previous ones #would you believe i thought this chapter might be her visiting BOTH the healer AND the midwife? a clown

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thecryoftheseagulls · 3 years

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Logan Hawke the dragon has a new favourite treasure... a wizard.

ty for the prompt, anon!

I’m doing a few short fics this week to celebrate the 10th anniversary of Dragon Age 2 coming out. Happy anniversary to my favorite video game, here’s a little mhanders fic for y’all!

a dragon’s treasure

[also on ao3 here]

It’s not that Logan Hawke actually wants to find a princess at the top of the tower, it’s just that princesses, or at the very least fine ladies, are generally the ones who get imprisoned in such a way. On account of the sexism, mostly, but also the wealth.

So when he arrives at the base of this newest tower (they’re just popping up out of the ground like crocuses in springtime these days, he might need to get Varric to look into that) and calls up the usual spiel of hallo up there, would you like a rescue, ma’am, he is taken aback by the fireball lobbed down from the tower window. It hits him square in the chest and fizzles out harmlessly. Logan doesn’t even flinch.

“I’m not a damsel!” a deep voice shouts. A wizard with blond hair and a scraggly beard appears in the window, and leans out far enough that Logan begins to fear for his safety. He shakes a fist down at Logan. “And I have no riches, nor family to provide them, to reward you for your services, so you may as well be on your merry way!”

Logan cocks his head. “But you are being kept here against your will?” he shouts back.

The wizard crosses his arms over his chest and glowers down at him.

“Momentarily!”

Logan manifests his wings and leaps into the air, flapping his way up to the window. At this height, he can get a better feel for the magics woven into the tower’s stone -- dampening spells, meant to suppress magical ability, rather than the usual entrapment and warding spells he finds in these places. It’s a testament to the wizard’s magical ability that he was able to create a fireball at all under the weight of this magic, let alone cast it through the barrier and hit Logan down on the ground.

But, as ever, the magic woven into these towers has no effect on a dragon.

Logan grins, stretching his wings out to their full wingspan, as he hovers at eye level with the wizard and enjoys the shock on his face.

“Impressive bit of magic there with the fireball,” he says cheerfully. “Would you like a bit of assistance with your entrapment, or should I just wait around until you’ve freed yourself?”

The wizard wordlessly gestures at the air, where Logan can feel the wards extend a foot or two away from the stone. He swoops closer, landing lightly on his feet on the wrought iron rail with a hook on the end that extends from the bottom of the window frame -- standard install on these towers, mostly to taunt longhaired princesses and knights who carry rope. He feels the wards shiver over his skin. It feels like flying through a cloud: cold, but effortless.

“Well...” the wizard says, taking a step back when this brings Logan very, very close. He sounds a little breathless. Also, he has a very nice nose. Sharp. “I’d be a poor escape artist if I didn’t seize an opportunity when it presents itself.”

Logan cranes his neck to see around the wizard and into the tower itself. It’s a dismal sight: bare wood floors, a small cot, a desk with a few sparse sheets of parchment, and a single shelf with perhaps four books on it. No comforting touches at all. If Logan hadn’t believed the wizard when he said he had no wealth or family, he would now -- all the damsels’ towers are far nicer than this. To a dragon, especially, it looks barely habitable.

Logan takes a deep breath and feels smoke trickle out of his nostrils.

“How can I be of assistance?”

“Stay right there, I just have to…” the wizard spins on his heel and crosses the room to the cot, snatching a tiny embroidered pillow off the bed and clutching it to his chest. “All right, I’m ready.”

Logan looks him up and down, at the tattered clothes the wizard is wearing, and his apparent lack of any other belongings. He hops off the iron rail and does a roll mid-air, shifting to his full draconic form. His bright blue scales flash in the sun. He stretches one forearm in through the window and picks the wizard up carefully in his talons, placing him on his back between his neck and his cerulean wings.

“Sure that’s everything?” Logan asks, beating his wings to stay in place by the window. His voice is deeper in this, his true form, as deep as a rockfall in mountains. “My services also include optional setting-of-towers-on-fire.”

“No need,” the wizard says, letting go of Logan’s neck to fling a fireball into the room himself. The wards, of course, offer no resistance now that the wizard is on the outside of them.

“Nice,” Logan says, and turns away when the fire catches hold. All that wood in the room will burn hot and fast. “Hold tight, wizard.”

“My name is Anders,” the wizard huffs, gripping Logan’s scales with his knees and wrapping his hand around one of the spines on Logan’s neck.

“Logan Hawke,” Logan returns, soaring up above the cloud cover so that they’re out of sight of anyone on the ground who might come looking for an escaped wizard.

“Your family name is Hawk?” Anders asks, sounding baffled.

“Humans seem to like it when you have a second name. My father thought it was amusing,” Logan says, as he’s said to everyone who finds out he’s a dragon named after a bird.

“Hm,” Anders says. He falls silent for a while -- Logan assumes he is watching the clouds pass beneath them, and the farmland and forest far below that can be seen when they pass over a break in the clouds. Eventually, he asks, “And where are you taking me, Logan Hawke?”

Logan turns his head to fix one bright blue eye on the scrawny, powerful wizard shivering on his back. He hums, grey smoke drifting out his mouth and nostrils.

“Home with me, I think,” He can feel Anders tense on his back, grip turned tight on Logan’s spine. Logan faces forward again. “Get a good meal into you, maybe a bath, some new clothes. And then perhaps you can tell me something about these tower-builders before I let you wander off back into the world, treasure.”

Anders is slow to respond, and when he does, his voice is quiet enough that the wind nearly snatches it away. “All right, then,” he agrees.

Logan grins wide, and feels his flames lick at the back of his teeth.

It will be a few days before he realizes he's called the wizard his treasure so soon.

#handers #mhanders #dragon age #da2 #anders #logan hawke #the gull writes things #otp: soft hearts and scruffy exteriors

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delldarling · 3 years

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i didn’t ask | merrick

chasing truth | chapter six male faerie x gender/body neutral reader 2691 words sfw | a little bit of fae q & a note: formatting! i hate it! but hey, a recent comment on this story fully pushed me into working faster to get these next chapters together. you really helped get me through a bout of imposter syndrome, so thank you very, very much chapter index? or chapter five?

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“You’re going to find a car? What about-”

“We can’t use anything that might have a hint of us in it, so using the clunker I have is out. Borrowing one from anyone we know is out too because they can’t have any remnant of glamour, no hair, or spit. Nothing.” Gar glances at you out of the corner of his eye, hesitating before he continues. “I know Merrick wasn’t using glamour, back at your place. He never uses it if he can help it, but what exactly was going on that he left that much of a…” Gar falls slowly silent, blinking twice. “Ah.” Gar’s grin spreads like molasses, slow and lasting and genuine, but it's so wide, it’s almost painful to look at.

“What?” You ask, feeling like you should be self conscious, but you’re still too worried about Merrick to focus on why.

“It’s, no, never mind. Gives me hope, is all. Now, I don’t know how long we have,” Gar confides in you, elevator rattling steadily on the way down. He takes one look at your face and amends his statement, laughing awkwardly and scratching at the nape of his neck. “It’s not that Merrick can’t keep the guy occupied! He definitely can. He’s more than strong enough for that, and they have-”

“History?” You interject, frowning at him.

“Uh, yeeeah," he says, trying to erase the grimace tugging at his lips. "That. Don’t worry though, I don’t think he’s going to try and kill Merrick, because-” Gar cuts himself off, shaking his head. “Anyway, what I meant is: I don’t know how long we have before Merrick is going to need an out. He can hold him off, but eventually he’s going to tire.” The elevator doors open, but as soon as you take a step forward, Gar has his fingertips pressed to your sternum to stop you. He walks out ahead of you, quieter than normal, but still sporting his typical smile as his eyes sweep the room, and after a few seconds waves you forward.

“Eventually his friend is going to turn his attention back to his mission. As dedicated as Merrick always claimed to be?” Gar doesn’t frown, but it’s a near thing. “I think his friend has him beat.”

You follow Gar to the entryway, hesitating again when it comes to walking around outside barefoot. It shouldn’t be an issue, not in the long run, but part of your brain is insisting that you just need to head back to your apartment for a moment, just to pop in to grab your shoes, never mind the fighting Fae inside it. You know it isn’t wise, isn’t even feasible… Which definitely means you’re in shock.

There are sirens echoing through the streets as soon as Gar pushes open the door. And they’re coming closer.

“Someone heard the fighting,” Gar mutters and then turns around, beckoning you closer. He has a slightly nervous look on his face, lips curled upward but not smiling. “Honestly, even though you might find this awkward? You need to climb on my back.”

“Your back?” Further words fail you.

Gar kneels, slapping impatiently at his shoulder. He’s right, you do find it awkward, but you listen anyway, circling your arms around his neck. He gets to his feet, wraps his arms around your legs to hold you in place and starts walking. He laughs when you make a grumbling noise, skipping over a crack in the pavement just because he can.

“Why are you walking?” You ask after a moment, lowering your voice even though there isn’t anyone within arm’s reach. Talking loudly feels like asking the universe to fall down on your head right this moment.

“Police are coming,” he says, and whether it’s because you tense or he can follow your train of thought, he continues: “I can run very fast, but I don’t want to leave a glamour trail. And running that fast without the glamour?" Gar scoffs. "Even if I keep myself to any kind of human running pace, the police are going to assume we’re suspicious. Doing this? It looks like I’m giving a buddy a piggy-back after ruining their shoes, yeah?” Gar hikes you a little higher on his back, whistling.

“I don’t know that everyone is going to assume that,” you grumble. You can’t help turning your head, looking back at the two police vehicles screeching to a stop in front of the apartment building. Hurriedly, you look back ahead, trying to look like some poor fool who lost their shoes somehow. You probably look more like a child, with someone like Gar carting you around, arm muscles bulging, head bopping as he walks.

“Maybe not, but no one is going to come after us. Now, shoes first—think you can make it in some knock-off keds?” He turns his head, nearly knocking you in the face with the bill of his ball cap. You jerk out of the way, frowning when you realize that you’ve never seen him in a hat before. Granted, you never would have pegged him as a sports guy, not hearing him chatter about TV or comics, but still. You’re learning all kinds of new things about Gar.

“How long have you been hanging around with humans to know about things like keds or knock off brands?” You ask, and jump, squeezing awkwardly at Gar’s shoulders when there’s a shattering noise coming from your building. You know it’s Merrick and Roran, but as soon as you try and look again, Gar picks up the pace.

“Unlike Merrick, I’m very into submersion as a learning tool. Languages, culture-”

“You just like TV,” you tease, trying to ignore the heavy feeling in your stomach. Everything is going to be fine, right? “And since when do you wear Banshees merch?” You ask, purely to keep yourself distracted.

“Yeah, yeah, I like TV,” Gar agrees with a sigh. “Since today,” he adds. “No glamour, which means warm clothes annnd now I feel worse about leaving you without shoes. Alright, knock off keds, here we go!” He walks for the next ten minutes, barely even breaking a sweat. Gar heads straight for the pharmacy when he spots it, forgetting about the constant stream of chatter he’s kept up for your benefit. He keeps to the edge of the parking lot and deposits you carefully on a bench just outside the door, letting you settle comfortably. He pauses when he sees your face though, fiddling with his hat when he sees your eyes widen over the gloves he’s wearing.

“Going to tell me what’s under those?” You ask, only half joking.

Gar snorts, lingering. “You’re not wowed by any of this, are you?”

“Shut up. I most definitely am, but-”

Gar interrupts your answer with a quick flap of his hand. “Yeah, I know. It’s a compliment though. You humans sure are terribly resilient in the strangest of ways.” Gar shakes his head, brown eyes blinking a little too fast. “Anyway, scream if you see… Just scream,” he finally settles on saying. “Going to get you those shoes.” He turns on his heel, pasting on a bright smile as he strides into the shop. He’s only gone for a few minutes, but you spend your time alone trying not to fidget, trying not to meet the eyes of passers-by. When he pops back out of the pharmacy, holding up a pair of gray canvas shoes and blinding white socks, you can’t help but laugh. “They were out of black,” he says primly, turning to glance down the street. “Uh, put those on and I’ll be right back.” He sets them in your hands, only barely tilting his head to make sure you have hold on them before he’s moving.

The shoes are by no means comfortable, but between them and the cheap socks, you can manage for a bit. It isn’t until you hear the steady rumbling of a car engine, and spot him parked at the corner, waving at you with a goofy smile on his face, that you realize he was off stealing a car. For a few moments all you can do is sit on the bench and stare, but when his waving gets a bit more urgent, you jump to your feet, white noise filling your head. He stole a car.

As soon as you slide into the front seat, Gar hits the gas pedal, cruising out of the parking lot. He’s leaning far too close to the windshield to be comfortable though, tiling his head so he can keep looking up.

“Are... is Merrick up there?” You ask, leaning forward too, but Gar quickly shakes his head. He glances pointedly at the seatbelt in your hand. You click it closed immediately.

“Wasn’t looking for the flying fools, but that’s a good idea!! I was actually checking for security cameras,” he says, an awkward smile curling his lips.

“You have got to be kidding me,” you say under your breath, slouching back in your seat and trying not to grip too tightly to the door handle. “Alright. Can I get some answers from you now that we aren’t on foot, or are you going to ignore me?”

“Do I usually ignore you?” Gar asks. That petulant little frown of his fast wipes out any hint of a smile.

You scowl, noting the phrasing. “You didn’t answer, but okay. This- Roran. Roran is after you, Merrick was after you, and Merrick says he still doesn’t know why. You aren’t the gardener that-”

Gar wrinkles his nose. “Well, Merrick didn’t really hold anything back from you, did he?” You realize, with a start, that you’ve never seen Gar drive before. He doesn’t look like he’s doing a half bad job of it, actually, he doesn’t look confused, at any rate, but he looks… Uncomfortable. He’s clutching a little too hard at the steering wheel, shoulders raised and elbows out in an awkward looking hunch.

“No, he didn’t.” You open your mouth, ready to plow ahead with your questions, but... “Gar, you’ve driven before, right?”

“Of course!” He says, immediately. “I’ve definitely driven before. The only thing that makes it difficult is the man made material. It just makes me... lethargic, possibly?” His lips thin, jaw clenching as he puzzles over his choice of words. “Coupled with the movement, I’m not fond of it.”

“...Alright. Now, are you going to keep this whole thing to yourself or what? Because Merrick gave it up, but now he’s going toe to toe with a, a friend over you, and-”

“Listen,” Gar says, tone more than passingly sharp. “I didn’t ask Merrick to do anything for me-”

“Nope,” you interrupt, reaching over and slugging him once in the arm. It hurts you more than it does him, as it didn’t exactly have much force behind it, but it makes the anger fade from his face. “We’re not going to get into the whole you don’t understand cliché, because you know why we don’t understand? You’re not talking. Merrick said you tried to save someone? But that’s as much as you’ve told him. So even if you don’t end up telling me, I think you need to reconsider letting him in on what’s happening. I’m still just trying to wrap my head around this Faerie business and the fact that you exist! But you two are dealing with assassins and monarchs!” You huff, out of breath, frowning when you recognize the street he’s driving down.

Gar’s hands twist awkwardly at the steering wheel and the worn out cover around it. One of the small splits in the fake leather turns into a large tear when he gets a little too vigorous, but he doesn’t acknowledge it. “..are we done yelling at me?” He asks, forcing a small laugh.

You shake your head, ignoring that particular question. “We’re coming back to the subject, I promise, but did you just bring us back to your place?” You ask, the older car rolling to a stop in front of his apartment building.

“Yeah, and we’re going to pack some things this time. Want to lend me a hand?” Gar barely looks at you, but he doesn’t dare leave you in the car by yourself. As soon as he’s out, he waits next to your door, scanning up and down the street like he’s some kind of bodyguard until you’re out. He takes hold of your forearm, grip steady, but loose, just in case he needs to pull away.

“Seeing as I don’t want to sit on my hands and worry?” You ask sarcastically. “Sure.” You let Gar tow you inside, nervous, but the place they share looks mostly untouched. Things have been moved, but it doesn’t look like anything in the front room is broken. Gar’s bedroom is much the same, but Merrick’s bedroom is… A mess. Nothing has been destroyed, but the sheets on his bed are strewn across the floor and his clothes look like they’ve been thrown around the room by a whirlwind. A leather bag, one he’d carried with him everywhere when you first met, has been emptied across the top of his dresser, items still hanging out of the pockets.

“If… If you don’t mind,” Gar says, frowning at the mess. “Put everything that’s been spilled out of the bag back in, and grab him some clothing? We’ll try and make a round trip back to your place for stuff too-”

“My stuff?” You ask, surprised. Gar’s smile has all but faded.

“...Roran isn’t going to be looking for only Merrick and myself, now. If he’s made a promise, if he wants to keep himself from being forsworn, he’s going to use any and everything he can to get one or both of us out in the open.” He waits a beat, debating before he finally blurts: “Hostages.” Gar pulls his phone out of his pocket. “I shouldn’t have told Merrick to hide at your place, I know that now. He tracked me down before I reached-” Gar swallows, closing his eyes tightly as he attempts to steady his breathing. “I’m just saying it’ll be safer, for now, if you come with us.”

“With you, you mean. We don’t know where Merrick is,” you say, trying to ignore how tight your chest feels. Maybe the shock is wearing off, or maybe you’ve just reached that point of too much. Your eyes feel hot, and your shoulders ache with tension, but you aren’t crying. Not yet.

Gar laughs, though it doesn’t sound particularly happy. “Unless Roran has learned how to use a phone in the few hours we’ve been gone, I think we’ll see Merrick soon enough.” He turns the phone your way, where a text from Merrick is open on the screen.

talk soon

“That’s informative,” you tell him, but you can’t deny that you feel slightly better.

“Right, well, can you pack for him, or should-”

“I’ll do it,” you sigh, and turn away. Despite having been friends with Gar for technically longer, you’ve never been more than casual buddies. He’s always been fun, has always had a lovely sense of humor and he’s good with people in general. But you’ve never had reason to press for more than he’s offered, and he’s never offered to invite you into anything personal before.

“Are vampires real?” You call over your shoulder, picking up the leather bag and some of the trinkets laying next to it, thumb stroking over the rounded edge of a plastic gem. Merrick had snatched it up off the street a month ago, fond of it’s shine.

There’s a choked laugh from the next room.

“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,” Gar quotes, which is another ridiculous non-answer that you are fast getting tired of.

“Be that way then,” you mutter, tempted to start shoving things into the bag angrily. You roll your shoulders though, hoping to ease some of the ache, and start going through the clean clothes strewn everywhere, grabbing things you think you’ve seen Merrick wear before. His tastes run towards the simple, so finding ones he’ll wear isn’t terribly hard. You recognize the ridiculous cartoon print shirts that Gar had bought Merrick as a gift though, recalling the grimace he’d done nothing to hide, mouth twisted like he’d bitten into a vastly sour lemon. Those look like they’ve never been worn.

“I do expect a warning if one of my co-workers ends up being one,” you call out, just to keep conversation going. The quiet is… A little uncomfortable, if you’re being honest. “If people around town start keeling over from blood loss, I’m coming straight to you-”

“Got it,” Gar calls back, and he sounds a bit more like his usual self. “No vampire coworkers for Horatio.”

“If you stick me with that nickname, I am going to-”

His phone rings, echoing through the apartment, and interrupting both your words and his response. The both of you stop. You abandon the packing, coming to stand in the doorway of Gar’s room as he answers his phone.

“Merrick,” he starts, knuckles pale and eyebrows drawn together, and then he wheezes, flashing you a thumbs up. You don’t hear the next few words, overwhelmed with relief as you are, but you do catch sight of the grin on Gar’s face. “He’s packing you a bag,” he tells you with a laugh, when he sees that you’re paying attention again. “And we have a place to meet, so we all need to hurry the hell up and-” Gar glances down at the floor, licking nervously at his lips. “I guess I have some things I should talk to you two about, if you’re willing to hear it.”

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...turn the page?

#exophilia #faerie boyfriend #fae boyfriend #male faerie x reader #fairy x reader #d.darling writes

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