#ane x reader | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

ms0milk · 2 years

Note

Hey! Could I please requests an ANE oneshot

Could it be a kinzo shima x fem reader oneshot where reader is one of uwabami hojos daughters (nishikis twin sister) but dyed their hair red. Could the reader also get along with her family but (like her sisters) don’t really get along with the shima a so her and Kinzo are always arguing. Essentially an enemies to lovers oneshot. For the genre would fluff be okay??

Thank you so much if you are able to. Kinzo is a hugee comfort character.

If you aren’t able to write it thank you anyways!

you came to the right place baby 💛 juzo is actually one of my favs so by extension i love this family to DEATH! have you read the manga? ch 90/91 are shima-fam-antics and i'm a sucker for the big family trope :,) i have some ane stuff in the works (+ i got a shura req a few months ago i'm still hammering out), but i'd love to write for ane characters more! thanks for inspiring me 🥰

a beleaguered raggedy ann

| kinzo x fem reader

a/n: thank you for the request my darling! the details were really helpful, I hope my interpretation is what you were looking for!

Your sisters were only able to hide you for so long before the hotly anticipated, dreaded-- and unfortunately for you, mostly forgotten-- monthly family meeting was called at central Myodha temple.

"It'll be fine, you said," snapping at Nishiki on your right, "You'll look cute, you said!" hissing at Ao on your left. They sandwiched you between them on the way through halls of elaborate decoration. You practically slid through the house on your socks as they tugged you along.

"You don't look bad."

"Why'd you say it like that?!"

"And dad won't even be that mad."

"You think he's gonna be mad?!" Your head shot from one sister to the next, and then hung limply. Defeated.

Hours and hours of anxiety all because you chose last night to be a dumbass.

To dye your hair bright red.

Not even a sexy smoldering red like Shura, it was an out-of-the-box-one-tone kind of red that made you look like an amateur AND a clown.

"Are those Hojos I hear?" A voice chuckled behind the door your sisters struggled to get you inside of. Answering their prayers, it flew open to reveal a welcoming smile (one of many) from Juzo. Of the members of Myodha already gathered in the meeting room, it didn't look like a single one was able to hide their surprise at your..well-- you.

You didn't even bother fixing your messy ponytail from your hallway spat with the girls.

Juzo's smile stuck awkwardly to his face as his eyes scanned the three girls in the doorway. Master Tatsuma waved you inside warmly without much thought, but the previously bustling meeting room had fallen silent. Dozens of members of the order sat in pause around a meeting table and glanced from the back door, to the front of the room, and back again. Summer Obon vacation meant the younger boys were home as well so you had Renzo and Koneko's stunned silence to keep you company too. Young Master Ryuuji, ever impatient to focus attention back to the meeting at hand, attempted to clear his throat for focus' sake. But the only thing that anyone heard was a single melancholy murmur.

"What am I doing wrong?"

There was a half moment of pause before the room exploded into laughter. Your father was the murmurer and continued quietly to himself. He had pressed his head into the table in defeat the second the door opened in front of you.

"Alright alright! Get it out of your systems!" You heaved and finally took a step inside. The Shimas were have the worst time holding it together out of the lot, and your poor sister Mamushi narrowly resisted strangling her husband to death.

"You look--look lovely!" Juzo attempted and steadied himself on the wall to keep from wheezing.

Nishiki and Mamushi took a swing at him.

"You think that's funny you goddamn monkey?!" Ao hollered across the room and made a leap for Renzo who could barely keep her a k'rik's length away.

"Everyone's laughing!"

"I hate you the most!"

The only person in the entire room not laughing was also the one sitting farthest from the door. Kinzo, hidden from your view at his seat beside his father. He thought about getting up and making a scene with his brothers, but some mysterious weight kept him down. All he wanted to do was watch you the second that door slid open. Quietly, in the sea of manic laughter. Ms Hojo going through a rebellious phase eh? He thought, and realized, as you approached your seat across from him, that he was spilling his glass of water into his lap.

He scrambled to mop up the wet with his robes before you--

"Speak now or forever hold you peace, Goldielocs."

Kinzo startled and looked up as cooly as he could manage when he saw you were already standing above him on your way to your reassure your deflated father and apologize to a giggling Master Tatsuma.

He smirked, "There's other ways to get attention you know."

"Just get it over with."

"A quarter life crisis looks good on you."

And you continued to your seat, quietly thankful the blond seemed off his game today. You tucked a loose red strand back into your ponytail and sank next to your father. Kinzo pretended not to watch you out of the corner of his eye.

"Alright alright, jesus, be honest. How bad is it?"

Mamushi thumbed her lip in fake concentration.

"Mamu!"

"I'm thinking!"

"Oh my god." You shriveled into your futon and under the safety of the thick comforter.

"Y/n, come out, it's not that bad."

"You said you wouldn't lie!"

"I'm not lying! It's also not that good."

Mamushi smiled and gave your hand a little squeeze under the blanket, "Come out. C'mon, we're gonna fix it."

"You and what army?"

Your older sister squeezed your hand again but it was quiet in the world above your sheets.

You peeked your head out, "Mamushi, you and what army?"

She hadn't looking this guilty since her goddamned trial. "Don't be mad."

You threw your blankets away in a panic.

"Renzo's been dying his hair for years! I know he'll be able to help you."

"Renzo?! He's like,, ten years old Mamushi!" You staggered up and out of bed but your sister was much too pregnant to follow you.

"He's sixteen."

"That's the worst age to be!"

As you scrambled to throw on your robe and head for the bedroom door your sister sat in thought a moment and nodded her head in agreement. You pulled on a pair of socks, hopping from one foot to the other, ready to make a clean escape before Renzo Shima could even dream of showing up.

Though, throwing open the sliding door, another Shima neatly blocked your path. You barreled into Kinzo's chest but he didn't miss a beat.

"Evenin' Mamushi!" He waved into the room with one hand and with the other he tugged at the back of your robe like kitten held at the scruff. "D'ja need me to get Juzo on my way out?"

"Don't you dare," She grunted, trying to get her legs underneath of her.

Kinzo saluted and with a sudden promptness bolted down the hallway in the direction he came from-- half-carrying mostly wrestling you in tow. Your goddamn socks kept you from putting up any sort of a fight with their serious lack of traction so you resorted to hissed protest and furious smacks.

"I'm-- ow! I'm trying-- fucking chill! Help you! I'm trying to help you!" Kinzo hissed back and you two rounded the final corner in the hallway of the guest house where your families were staying for the night. The pair of you narrowly avoided a total collision with Juzo and Renzo (who were presumably on their way to find you, at Mamushi's request) and before any questions could be asked, Kinzo hollered a:

"Mamushi's stuck again!" Just urgently enough to send Juzo tearing down the hall, dragging Renzo much like Kinzo was dragging you.

One last turn, into a room at the easternmost corner of the house, and Kinzo released you like he was freeing a wild animal that had gotten stuck in his garage.

"What are you doi--!"

But Kinzo held up a hand to silence you, "Shh, shh, hold up Pippi Longstocking." He kept his ear close to the door for a second and turned back around once he felt the coast was clear enough. The two of you stood in a long white bathroom, toilet on one end, sink on the other.

"I really am trying to help you."

"Right, because kidnapping is such a great trust building exercise."

Kinzo rolled his eyes and flipped the latch on the door to lock it, "You you want my help or what? Wanna look like the Little Mermaid forever?

"I-! I..what?"

He trudged past you in exasperation and pointed to a mess of supplies beside the sink. He'd propped an office chair up in front of the mirror and made a show of gesturing vaguely to the whole scene. Jazz hands and all. His silly shaggy hair fell into his eyes like this when he wasn't wearing clips, and his too-big T-shirt wrinkled in a million places after hauling you all the way here.

You'd seen him out of his uniform before. Of course you had. But now he looked comfortable, and if anything, like an actual human person. Did that even make sense? When you grew up in the True Cross and everyone wore long coats, dark robes, and layer after layer of talismans all day long, seeing someone in their pajamas was rather startling.

"Y/n?" He pulled out the seat for you and tapped the back a few times when you seemed hesitant. He bit back the dig he had prepped about you not knowing how to work a chair.

God he really did look human, even under unflattering bathroom lights. The warmth of his skin, the flex of muscle and veins in his hands-- even the silly tan line at his neck and wrists where is uniform robes didn't quite reach during the day. You thought about whether Kinzo thought it was weird too, seeing you in a fluffy bathrobe instead of your father's uniform. If he did, it wasn't showing.

"Y/n c'mon-- I already got everything prepped."

"What, you want me to congratulate you on having a skincare routine?"

"Do you have any mode other than mean as fuck?"

"Not for you," You grumbled into your shoulder and finally took a few begrudging steps towards his invitation. As you sat yourself down in front of the mirror, you eyed the products-- creams and tubes and long plastic sheets. Purple bottles, shower caps, hair clips, a comb.

You watched the mirror some more and Kinzo busied himself behind you, "I heard Mamushi talking to Juzo," he pulled on a pair of little black gloves, "And then I heard Juzo talking to Renzo, and I just couldn't let them go through with it." He tossed a long apron over your lap with a flourish and tied it behind your back.

"What's wrong w--"

"Pink hair, Y/n! Pink's cute and all but Renzo is not the man to ask for color advice."

Kinzo danced around behind you, pouring things, mixing liquid, juggling bowls, never making eye contact long enough to pick up on the anxious sweat collecting on your brow. You gripped the arms of your seat under the apron to steady yourself when Kinzo jerked your chair around. It spun once before he stopped you with his foot, reveling in your general dishevel.

He leaned down close and grinned, "Head back."

Close enough for you to smell the mint of his toothpaste, and much too close for you to truly process what he said.

"C'mon, put your head back for me."

It took you nearly five seconds to figure out that the water in the sink was already running and it took you even less time to lean back into it, at least to get away from Kinzo's dumbfuck smug face.

He tugged one glove off with his teeth and leaned his chest over your's to adjust the water. It was only in this moment that you actually realized that Kinzo Shima was trying to help you with your hair. What did you think he was doing all this time? You reassured yourself that you weren't so stupid as to follow a man you hate into a bathroom just to keep fighting with him. Of course not.

"I can't believe Y/n Hojo is such a rebel," he teased at the same time as he started to work.

You'd shut your eyes the second he got too close to you, so you startled when you felt his fingers in your hair. If you ever had the chance to get close enough to run your hands through his hair god only knows what you'd do. He'd probably walk around half-bald for months-- have to wear half a hat come winter-- but Kinzo didn't seem to have any horrible pranks up his sleeve. Actually, his fingers felt nice under the hot water. Gentle, even.

You very professionally resisted the urge to sigh with content, but you couldn't stop your eyebrows scrunching every time he massaged your scalp just right.

"It feels nice to get your hair washed, right?"

You huffed.

"It feels nice to be nice too, 'should give it a try sometime."

You opened your eyes to see exactly what direction to throw your next retort, but Kinzo splashed water across your face in time to dodge the worst of it. You sputtered in anger and snatched the towel at his hip to dry off with. "You ever get sick of pranks you goddamn monkey?"

"That was self defense! I'm on my best behavior." Kinzo's voice was lighthearted as he held the back of your head, gently guiding you back up to sitting. A towel appeared behind your back and with one more twist you were around facing the mirror again.

He ran his hand up the shell of your ear to catch any drops of water before they trickled down your neck, "If Juzo and Mamushi can get along Y/n, so can we."

"My big sister married your raggedy ass brother and just like that we're expected to get along."

Kinzo began to part your head into sections and ran his hands through your hair a few more times. Maybe to measure something or maybe just to get under your skin. Worst of all, you let him.

"What are you even trying to do?"

"I'm lifting the color out, it wont be perfect but it'll better than this."

Under any normal circumstances, your shame would have you raging at that comment, but, he was right. You either needed to let one Shima help you or have all seven of them choke back laughter until the color grew out.

He scooped up the bleach mixture in his newly gloved hand and smoothed it along the sections of hair he created. Piece by piece he moved up your head, smoothing, wrapping, and clipping out of the way. Kinzo was nothing if not methodical, a characteristic you'd hardly ever seen him employ. His eyebrows laced themselves up, down, and knit in concentration behind you.

"Why are you helping me?"

"My brother loves your sister."

"That's not what I mean."

"I couldn't fall asleep knowing Renzo was your last line of defense."

You looked at yourself in the mirror for the first time, realizing you'd spent every second in here with your eyes either shut tight or glaring at the snarky blond, "I would hardly say we're close enough for you to lose sleep over me."

"We trained together all our lives Y/n, our graduating class had six people."

"Six people wasn't enough to keep me from drowning in your stupidity. I was completely surrounded."

"You and your sisters made up more than half the cram school! If anyone was surrounded it was me."

Kinzo might have caught your chuckle if you weren't so adept at hiding them from him. He was goddamn funny and you hated any chance he took to make you laugh.

"We were partners for every project ever assigned, every mission-- you can't just pretend not to remember that we had fun sometimes," Kinzo continued.

"There's an idea.." You grinned and closed your eyes to keep them from watering at the strong smell of bleach, "And!" you added, throwing up the apron a bit as you raised your finger to make a point, "It was only because Professor Todo said family couldn't pair off."

"And still you picked me over the other two kids."

"Nish and Ao always snapped them up too quick!"

"Picking me last is still picking me!" Kinzo hollered and when you looked back into the mirror to protest again you realized you were both laughing with big, wide smiles.

Kinzo realized too, and his smile grew even bigger for a second. Toothy. Although, he didn't say anything. Nothing sarcastic, nothing rude. His face seemed to settle into a grin and he went about his business humming into the last few sections of your hair.

"You know," he murmured, still smiling ever so softly, "we're allowed to get along."

If you'd been looking at him you might've melted into your seat a bit, but a well-timed yawn on your part drowned out any of his soft whispers. You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand and cocked a head at him, "Wha'ya say?"

He shook and and slipped back into his usually irritating smirk, "We're almost halfway finished."

"Half way! Jesus, Shima it's 11."

"You gotta let bleach do its thing."

"Is its thing keeping me up all night?"

"No, that's my-" Kinzo caught himself before innuendo caught up to the rest of the room, "never--just-- you have half an hour to kill before you can rinse this out."

"Half an hour!"

"Purple shampoo," he pointed to one bottle, "purple conditioner," and to the other, "and then we're all finished."

"'We' nothing! Go on, out with you, I have too much hair to wash all this out in the sink and I have NO need for your help in the shower."

Kinzo didn't expect anything too much different and was genuinely grateful to finally be sent off to bed, but you weren't as loud as you should have been. You kicked at him and shoved him out the door, sure, but not even a single Monkey left your lips.

"Just go to bed!" You whispered as loudly as you possibly could into the quiet hallway where Kinzo was standing a bit shocked. He had his bleachy-gloved hands hands hovering beside either side of his head as he started on the way back to his room, formulating a plan to get them off without ruining anything in this ancient mansion of absolutely incalculable value.

The fumes from your hair must've agitated that tiny common sense section of your brain because before he could fully turn the corner and disappear you had one more hiss to hiss, "Thank..thank you! Kinzo."

He waved in response but that last bit made his head turn. He ogled for a sec, at the thanks partly, but mostly at how cute it sounded when you tried not to say his name too loud.

"S-sure thing, Y/n."

Oh, no.

You slipped back into the bathroom silently and sat down on the floor behind the door.

It was Kinzo's turn to be late today. Final meeting of the weekend and he'd stayed up just slightly too late to hear his alarm. Down the hall, careful not to trip or bump any precious artifacts of the wall with his k'rik, he soared to the meeting room. He heard Master Hojo before he even got close enough to step inside, Master Tatsuma too. The door was already wide open.

Kinzo, framed by the doorway, slid into the meeting hot on his socks in what would have been a particularly funny entrance had you not already stolen the limelight again. The last breath he took before stepping inside escaped his lungs in a wheeze that came out only as,

"Oh."

You turned around sharply from your spot at the front of the room (once again apologizing in front of Master Tatsuma) and locked eyes with the Shima trying to glide into the meeting unnoticed. Kinzo had definitely seen you angrier than this.. right? Maybe not since..well no, maybe not.

Pink. That's all he could think of.

Your hair was so unbelievably pink.

And so fucking cute.

Oh, no.

"Kinzo! This is not better!" Juzo tried to be serious in front of Mamushi but any Myodha could see that he was attempting the impossible by holding back his amusement.

Kinzo turned back to you "Y/n I'm--" and before he could apologize, raised an eyebrow.

It wasn't anger furrowing your brows together. You were nearly in tears trying not to laugh.

He was right, he'd never seen you like this before. Did anyone else in the room even notice?

You bit your lip to force the corners of your mouth back down before you turned back to your father, who just quietly begged you to take your seat.

In your spot across the room from his, with the meeting finally distracting everyone else, Kinzo stared at you until he had your attention.

I'm sorry, he mouthed.

But you didn't say anything back. Only looked from him, to Renzo and back again. The two of you had to turn away from each other to stifle the laughter and spent the better half of the meeting, unable to even make eye contact.

"Y/n," Ao prodded you under the table after one too many noisy exhales.

Sorry, so sorry. You tried to mouth to your sister but her focus was strictly on the cheery Master Tatsuma, "Nish, I'm sorry." You grumbled out of the corner of your mouth to your other sister.

"Excuse yourself if you can't be quiet," Nishiki suggested.

"Yes Y/n, no one will be offended if you need a moment."

This time it was Master Tatsuma who spoke. That very stunned second, Kinzo rose and as politely as anyone in a hurry could manage, stepped out, and closed the door behind him. It felt obvious to you that he was losing the fight against his laughter, but murmurs of upset stomach?s and, bad seafood? drifted through the crowd.

"And while you're out there, do check on young Shima for us." Tatsuma smiled generously and you knew somehow he must have been amused.

You stood before the room of, honestly at this point, absolutely exhausted and sick-of-you-Myodhas, and apologized with a shallow bow, "Please excuse me sir." And then you too, slipped behind the large meeting table and out the back door with a click of the closing screen.

The laughter you could barely suppress before waned easily when it was replaced by this rising embarrassment. But before you could truly despair, Kinzo Shima rounded a corner and snatched your wrist in his grasp.

"Y/n, how in the world! Did. You. Do this."

"Shh!" You seethed and snatched him right back. Snatched him so hard he followed your grip without protest, far down the back hallway and into an empty bedroom.

"The bleach gave me a headache," you groaned, "I had to rinse it out!"

"I don't know how but I think this must be my fault."

There was a pause as you two hovered in a doorway, and Kinzo covered his mouth to choke the smile he had for his own joke. He still wasn't sure what exactly made you angry. Or what made you laugh.

But it was him.

You huffed first, and then covered your eyes as a full blown rack of laughter took over. Your shoulders twitched and then wiggled under the weight of staying quiet, and soon your whole body was trembling. Kinzo almost didn't know what to do, but watching you struggle to hold back a laugh made it harder for him to even stand up straight and soon the two of you were gasping silently for air on the floor of someone else's bedroom.

Mamushi walked towards the garden from the kitchen where she'd spent the morning and watched as your silly scene unfolded in the doorway at the end of a hall on her way outside. She smiled and watched you and Kinzo try to support each other enough to stand. Shush each other and look both ways before quickly falling back into fits of giggles. All in all doing a terrible job of stay quiet. She thought about calling out to you and asking just what was so funny, but quietly turned the corner instead when you and Kinzo tumbled awkwardly into each other instead. Breathless.

It was nice to see one of her sisters so happy for a change.

#ane #sfw #kinzo x reader #ane x reader #blue exorcist x reader #i know not many people know much about ane #so this one's just for you baby !

65 notes · View notes

padsmoony04 · 2 months

Text

Completely and utterly in love in how they draw and potrey Jason in "Batman: Wayne Family Adventures" in webtoon. Like... LOOK AT MY BABY!!!

#if i could i would spam this with thousands ans thousands of screenshots of Jason in that little cute comic #JUST LOOK AT HIM #LOOK AT MY BABY #As you can see i feel to deep into the rabbit hole #jason todd x reader #jason todd #red hood x reader #red hood #batman wayne family adventures #batfamily #batfam #webtoon

492 notes · View notes

chichikoi · 30 days

Text

hiraeth.

part II. synopsis: she watches as cassian falls for another, grappling with her own hidden affections and their newly snapped mating bond in the process. pairing: cassian x fem!reader fandom: a court of thorns and roses (book series by sarah j maas) genre: angst warnings: none a/n: house of balloons/glass table girls, this is his song... i love him. fluff part two coming up OBVIOUSLY, im not fucking ending it like this i cant do this to my #1 loverboy babygirl kitty princess beloved. @joyseuphoria hi <3

Cassian had always been the beacon of power and resolve, with a demeanor rugged and unyielding. But beneath the surface was vulnerability, and she knew that it was written in the stars for her to remain by his side as his closest friend and confidante, never to become one to uncover that side of him.

But it didn’t make it easier. Watching him as he fell for Nesta’s every glance, every touch, every word that escaped her mouth seemed to throw him deeper and deeper into a trance. And she was fine with that, and accepted it. Accepted that she would never be the object of his softened glances, his featherlight touches, his-

Her thoughts halted as Cassian stormed into the room, frustration radiating off him in waves. She glanced up from her book, her eyes immediately catching the tension etched onto his features. Without a word, she closed her book and shifted, making room for him on the couch.

Cassian collapsed beside her, his movements rough yet familiar. He stretched out, his feet finding their place on her lap almost instinctively. Y/N didn't flinch; instead, she settled into the comfortable silence, waiting for Cassian to speak.

"It's Nesta," he finally muttered, his voice heavy with frustration. "Training with her…it was like walking on eggshells. One wrong move, and she was tearing into me with those ice-cold eyes."

She listened attentively, her gaze soft as she absorbed his words. "It was like she was always testing me," Cassian continued, his voice growing softer with each word. "Pushing me to my limits, making me question everything I thought I knew about myself."

Her fingers instinctively started to massage his feet as he spoke. It was a small gesture, one born out of years of friendship and trust. Cassian didn't protest; instead, he leaned back against the cushions, allowing the soothing touch to ease the tension from his muscles.

As the minutes stretched on, their conversation ebbed and flowed, the weight of Cassian's burdens slowly lifting with each passing moment. Y/N listened, offering words of comfort when needed, but mostly content to provide silent support.

Cassian's breathing eventually evened out, his body relaxing against the cushions. Y/N glanced down to find him fast asleep, his features softened by the serenity of slumber. She smiled softly, her heart swelling with affection.

Suddenly, chains, bolts, and locks shifted, loosening, their weight growing just a little more tolerable. A soul peeked through. Broken, scarred, and trembling — with fear, she realized, but it stretched further and further. Yearning, searching.

It was as though a tether had snapped into place, an invisible thread binding her to Cassian in a way she had never felt before. Confusion flickered as she processed the intensity of the connection, the undeniable pull drawing her closer to him.

She was aware that this was not happening in the slightest. A mind trick. A dream, she thought. betraying once, the jolt of real-time that pushed through her. Burning her cheeks and stealing her breath. How the waking world slipped past the knobby parts of her fingers like a whisper, barely there, because dreaming was just a fancier word for getting lost. It held her there, suspended in imagination and for every second, it felt real. Like she could grasp the outlines and the textures. Like she could touch the weather, drink the clouds, and taste the sunlight.

The gods who had her in a chokehold withdrew.

Death feared her too, it seemed.

He was soaring in the air, and she was on the ground. She tried to reach him but he was far, far out of her reach. Seconds ticked by, and then minutes, and every thought that tried to sneak its way in, through this thick veil, bounced off and dissipated into thin air.

Because she then remembered… that beautiful things shouldn’t be broken. And she had a knack for breaking things.

The soft rays of dawn streamed through the windows of the House of Wind, casting a warm glow over the sitting room where she and Cassian had fallen asleep. As she stirred from her slumber, she found herself alone on the couch, the imprint of Cassian's presence still lingering in the air. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, her mind foggy with the remnants of… dreams? Visions? She felt as though the very fabric of her existence had been torn asunder, leaving her adrift in a sea of uncertainty, but when has that ever stopped her?

So she stood on the ground and longed.

part II here >>

278 notes · View notes

angelltheninth · 3 months

Text

A Night in the Church with Rin Okumura

Pairing: Rin Okumura x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, church sex, tail shenanigans, slight breeding kink, biting

A/N: Rin Okumura commission! A firey blue guy with a tail... need I say more?

272. “Spend the night with me?”

Rin didn't spend much time in churches anymore, they held good memories and the bad. But you lived in a church, with your Holy Brothers and Sisters, battling demons. Yet you fell for one, not just any, but the son of the devil himself.

"Spend the night with me?" You asked, innocent at the core. Neither of you planned for things to go past a goodnight kiss, yet now here you were, laying across one of the benches in the church, staring at the celling while Rin's hips smack into yours, faster, wild, demonic like the blood that flows in his veins.

Neither of you had much experience with this, and never did you think you'd be doing this in a church of all places. "How's that for a sin huh? A nun getting knocked up in a church has to be way up there."

"Rin, for the last time," You pulled on his hair and looked him dead in the eye, "I'm not pregnant."

"Not yet." He smirked before biting your shoulder to keep you more still, freeing his hands to grip the hard wood of the bench. There would be fingerprints there for sure. Hopefully he'll com up with some excuse. You noticed that his blue flames seemed to flare up a lot when he was close. "You'd look pretty with a big, pregnant belly."

You would. You knew you would, because it would be his kid.

But you were absolutely not gonna make a baby in a church. Rin wasn't of the same opinion, he kept thrusting, his flames dancing around you, illuminating the area in a blue glow, he flames fairing as he thrust in one final time. "My back's gonna hurt tomorrow." You complained, it wasn't a good idea to fuck on such a hard surface.

#blue exorcist #rin okumura #rin okumura x reader #blue exorcist x reader #x reader #ao no ekusoshisuto #ao no exorcist #ane #rin okumura smut #smut drabble #x female reader

340 notes · View notes

witchcraftandgeekness · 11 months

Text

Y/n: Are you this rude to all your friends?

Kaz: Yes, don’t think you’re special.

#source: house #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker #six of crows #six of crows incorrect quotes #shadow ane bone incorrect quotes

450 notes · View notes

kodzuken-chan · 5 months

Text

THAT PROUD LITTLE HEHE😭😭😭❤️‍🩹

I wann put him in my pocket... So smol👊🥹

#he's so cute ane adorable he deserves the whole world love #i love him so much #Toei been making him look so finer every episode #its dangerous for my heart #sanji #one piece #sanji x reader #sanji imagine #one piece sanji #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji x reader

254 notes · View notes

danveration · 1 year

Text

Hello there. I am here to bless you all with my toxic!dark!Amber Freeman thoughts.

• SHE LISTENS TO “EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE BY THE POLICE,” WHILE THINKING ABOUT YOU!!!

• She often holds your jaw/chin, making you look her in the eyes while saying things like, “you’d be lost without me, baby. You need me.”

• Before you two started dating, she often stalked followed you around just in case anything happened. Yk.. making sure she was in close distance if you needed her.

• She owns a gun ofc.. so i’d definitely see her putting it to your head and threatening to pull the trigger. (there isn’t actually any bullets in the chamber, but you don’t need to know that)

• Holds your hand everyone you go, so people know you’re hers.

• When she sees you talking to anyone at a party, she immediately comes up to you, kissing you on the cheek and glaring at whoever it is that’s talking to you, even if they didn’t have the intention to flirt.

• Laughing while carving a heart into your thigh with one of her knives. “This may hurt a bit.” “Oh stop being such a little baby. It’ll be over with soon.” “Doesn’t it look pretty, hm?”

• Mind games & manipulation!!!

• KILLS FOR YOUU!! “Yeah I did, and I’ll do it again. Oh shut up, you wouldn’t tell anyone. You love me.”

• NGL I THINK SHE SOMETIMES DRESSES UP IN THE SCREAM COSTUME AND JUMPS OUT TRYING TO SCARE YOU😭😭❤️❤️

!!Nsfw thoughts!!

non/con warning ⚠️

• I feel like she doesn’t take no for an answer, if you’re telling her to stop, she’d only wanna do it more. Unless she’s in a soft mood.

• HOLDING A KNIFE TO YOUR THROAT WHILE FUCKING YOUUU

• Pushing you against the wall in the bathroom of a party. “Shhh baby, shhh. Wouldn’t want anyone to hear you, hm?” “That’s it, just calm down.”

• Honestly, Amber has sex on her mind almost 24/7😭 she just constantly makes sex jokes…that she calls “jokes,” but she totally means them.

• THE EYES. HER EYES THAT SHE GUVES YOU.. ITS LIKE SHES A PREDATOR WATCHING HER PREY

• I mean.. we know this… she totally fucks you while wearing the mask, come on.

#giggling #amber freeman #amber freeman x reader #dark!amber freeman #toxic!amber freeman #amber freeman headcanons #BARK BARK BARK #NOT A TOXIC THING BUT.. I FEEL LIKE SHES SO SOFT WHILE CUDDLING YOUUU🥰🥰 SHED BE SAYING SHE LOVES YOU ANS EVERYTHING #i’m melting #my amber #scream (2022)#my works #horror

290 notes · View notes

pfpanimes · 4 months

Text

⌕ young neil.

like or reblog if you save/use.

112 notes · View notes

randomreadingtimewithtsuki · 15 days

Note

Idk I thought this idea might be cute:

Rin, Shima and any of the other cram school kids: their crush falls asleep on their shoulder while studying 🥺

🩵😺

Hello!

Thank you for requesting ad forgive for the delay! Ihave been extremily busy at work :c

Anyway! I hope you enjoy what i have to offer, please let me know what you think!

Tsuki's note: Reader is a exorcist here. Also i picked Ryuji. For Shima's i will let you run wild with whatever shennanigans you may think they went through.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------

Rin

You often helped Rin study.

It didn't even need to be close to exam week for you to be with him, studying.

The boy was trying his best!

Doing his homework with you and stuff.

Today you were helping him with some extra work Yukio gave him - according to his little brother, Rin's grade were too bad and he needed extra lessons to fixate the subject.

you had explained it to him a couple of times and was just watching him do the quizzes.

You were exhausted. You had recently come back from a mission, but you insisted on helped Rin.

Yukio only gave two days to finish the regular work + extra, so...

You were peaking over his shoulder to take a look at his answers.

At time you would make him questions to confuse him on purpose - If he truly learned, then he would be able to correct you or question you.

Which he did fairly ok.

As he went on getting the quiz right you started to feel your heavy.

It didn't help he was really warm - like a fuzzy blanket.

You also felt safe, much so people dismay.

You soon fell asleep.

Rin notice your lack of replies as he asked you a question.

He turned his head to see you leaning on his shoulder.

Your cheek were pressed against the side of his arm and you were snoring lightly.

Rin chuckled to himself calling you a silly person for coming to help him even though you were so tired.

He also felt his face burn and reach 5 shades of red. But his stare at you was very kind and loving.

He thought a little bit what he should do - stay still or carry you to his bed?

He finally made his mind that allowing you to rest on his bed would be the best for your back and neck.

Rin gently lifted you on his arms and placed you as carefully as he could on his bed.

You showed signs of being kind of awake, but Rin soon soothed you while covering you with a blanket.

The boy admired you for a moment there then, in jolted , decided to try hard at his work for your sake!

By the time you woke up, Rin was fast asleep on his table, but all of his assignment were done. A bit wet from his drooling but done.

Your turn to place a blanket around him.

And so you went with Kuro to fetch something for you three to eat.

Shima ( Renzo)

You were helping him study to catch up on a pushiment that Yukio gave him - to a write a massive essay about a very rare and specific demon.

The boy could be a massive coward at times and have a terrible grade.

Other times he was oddly brave and clever, go figure.

Renzo was whinnying the whole time about how unfair this was - he wasn't the only involved in the incident, the other boys were there too!

You sighed and hit his head with rolled paper sheet - no use complaining now, what is done, is done.

You were helping read the books to gather info on this demon, but his attention wasn't that great, he often flirted with you.

He eventually complained you were being too cold with him by just giving the books some attention.

So you decided to sit next to him - shoulder touching shoulder.

This made him blush a bit and get his ears red.

The boy still played it cool, kinda of.

Being this close you pointed out things for him to take note about the demon.

It was a lengthy and tiring process.

Finally he had all the notes, just had to write in an essay shape!

While he was at it, Renzo would sometimes chitchat about something with you.

You were leaning your head on the palm of your hand and soon enough your eyes got heavy.

You ended up dozing off and your head slightly leaning on the boy's shoulder.

The sudden tough made him call for you.

No answer. No called again and looking to his side, only find you gently leaning on his shoulder sleeping.

Renzo laughed to himself, he thought you were so so cute for dozing off like that.

He tried to stay still to best of his powers!

Often times he would think about grabbing our other hand - it was in sight and not far.

Just imagining how nice it would be if he could actually hold your hand....

These thoughts made his ears go red and silly appear on his face.

He allowed you to stay there until you woke up.

By the time you did he, once more, tried a picked up line along of " i didn't know you felt THAT safe, maybe i am your knight in shinning armour"

Which you replied by going red, slapping his head and walking away.

Completely worth it, on his eyes. Your cute blushing face was the high point of the day.

Ryuji

Neither of you needed that much help studying.

You met Ryuji in the school's yard.

He said he had to study "in peace" which probably meant he wanted to be alone or away from Rin and Renzo.

You offered to make him some company!

He reluctantly agreed, to your surprise - as long as you stay quiet, that is.

You decided to read a book while he studied on the yard.

At first you were seated next to each other, but then with time you ended up leaning on his shoulder.

Ryuji was surprised by feeling you lean on his him so suddenly, to the point of complaining about it.

You giggled and explained your reasoning.

As a response you got a sigh from him and a red ear, even though you couldn't see it.

The shade of the trees and the breeze made you fall asleep.

At one point Ryuji called out to you, he wanted to stretch a bit.

You didn't reply.

He called again and look at you, only to find you slightly snoring sleeping.

He sighed again and just watched you for a moment.

His face heating up.

The boy finally decided to let you be.

His arm was tingling, but you looked awfully peaceful.

It took him a while to go back to studying - you were so distracting.

When you woke up, Ryuji teased you without taking his eyes out of the book - " hey, you up sleeping beauty?"

the reason why his eyes didn't raise from the book is because his face would burn at the sight of you.

--------------------------------------------------------------------

Thank you for reading!

I hope you have enjoyed!

#ao no exorcist x reader #ao no exorcist #okumura rin x reader #Shime renzo x reader #Suguro ryuji x reader #ane x reader #blue exorcist x reader

19 notes · View notes

fr0st-km · 1 year

Note

ro ro on a boat

OH MY GOODNESS AIFGKSHDJSJSKAHD

GENTLY DOWN THE STREAMMMM MERRILY MERRILY MERRILY MERRILY LIFE IS BUT A DREAMMMM

ROLLO ON A BOAT WHAT IS HE GOING TO DOOOO

#( 🏛️ ) ─ ans・‹3 #roseyrays !!!#( 🍰 ) ─ moots ✦#OAHDHAOJSBFVUEBDUDKAODBEPBDBDYWHSJDHBW DROROELOOKSBSUJS RORLLOSK SSODN T A ASBOOKSBS #twisted wonderland #twst #rollo framm #twisted wonderland rollo #rollo flamme #twst rollo #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech

494 notes · View notes

weirdxstarseed · 1 year

Text

imagine you need to take care of a sick rin

content: pure fluff, friends to lovers, platonic love, sick!rin x carer!reader | words: idk | warnings: none

It was a peaceful afternoon when you suddenly received a call from Yukio

He asked if you can take care of his brother cuz he had an important mission and he can’t take care of him

You hesitate to risk your sunday for being in charge of one of your classmates

Even tho you had a good relationship with anyone

taking care of rin was a complete challenge

rin was the type of sick person who always complain about his illness

and you didn’t have the patience to deal with a trouble-maker

at the end, you accept with the condition that yukio will let you absent any day you want

consequently, he replied with an assertive answer letting you know all the information that you need to take care of rin

you arrived at their home and gave an esceptic glance to the surface

It looks pretty neatly to be a department where two boys lived.

you knock twice the door to verify if there was someone in the room

unexpectedly, a blue-haired boy open the door with an angry face

your eyes were bigger than usual and without hearing anything rin said, you guided him to the bed

“HEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” he screamed before start coughing like a sick dog

“Stop, you’ll get hurt” you scold him, leaving your bag in a chair

He examined you with a distrusting glance and you showed him your tongue

mocking him

Rin rolled his eyes annoyed and started complaining

“I don’t know why Yukio told you to take care of me”

“I like money” you said, winning a indignant glance like a drama queen

“He offered you money?”

“Yes, a lot of yen is at stake”

“REALLY??” he sit on his bed, watching at you with a red blush in his cheeks

You smile openly and laugh at his expression

“Of course not, idiot” you replied “Sleep a little bit, you’re in great hands”

“If you said it. . .¡OUCH!”

You hit him with a pillow when you heard his comment and start organizaing everything in the room

Believe me, it was a challenge to shut him off

He always complained aboy everything

The coldness in the room, the hot weather outside, his sore throat, his headache

You patienly heard every complaint controlling yourself preventing to hit him again

Until you started organizing in the table

Towels, fresh water in a little bowl, termometer, analgesic, more towel

You know, things you need to take care of a sick person

The noise transform into silence

And when you saw rin sleeping peacefuly

A little smile cross your face

Feeling your heart beating

You roll your eyes trying to ignore the feeling raising in your chest

Prefering to concentrate in your labour

You sat in the floor to read a little bit watching over your shoulder if your patient was calm

Ignoring that when you read time goes by

You scream after feeling an air going through your spine

Rin was reading your manga behind you so you stand up trying to search the termometer on the table

He was a little bit slow so he didn’t notice your nervousness

Nervousness that went down the trash when both of you start to complain cuz the little baby didn’t want to swallow his pills

“I DON´T WANT THAT”

“I DON’T CARE, OKUMURA”

Sometimes when you change his front towel, he distracted you by talking about the manga you were reading, but suddenly you stop him putting the towel all over his face

Both of you stayed fighting like cats and dogs for an hour until rin proposed you to sit near him

You’ll be in an easiest way to check him out and he could bother you in a simple manner

You were with one eye reading and with the other one, watching the breath of rin

He would sleep multiple times and just wake up to say “I’m hungry”

In those spaces, both of you would love to talk about your favourite tv show

Or even complain about the difficult things that it’s to be an exorcist

Again, he would be in the land of dreams and you’ll be so astonished about his curious beauty

You check the clock, it’s 9.15pm time to Yukio arrive to their home

Carefully, you’ll approach to Rin’s face and leave a soft kiss in his cheek

In a sign of “good-bye”

Without noticing that some boy was awake and feeling your kiss over his cheek put him as a weird tomato

faster, you’ll clean all the room

Picking up food packaging, clean towel in the table and ofc medicine in order

You’ll write a cute letter to rin and a letter to Yukio telling all the stuff that you did for his cares

And when you’re to leave, Rin calls you

“Wait”

You gave a glance of confusion and he look away blushed as hell

“Can you give me another kiss?”

You soul left out your body when you hear those words and with shyness, you gave him another kiss leaving the room with your heart in the sleeve

Rin went to school the next day screaming that he was in there in a good health cuz he received the best treatment in the whole world

Provoking you to choke with the water that you were drinking

159 notes · View notes

artemisia-the-turtle · 1 year

Text

(Name), sniffling:" no matter what I do, no one at school wants to be friends with me."

Donnie,playing on his wrist computer:" yeah, I literally cannot relate to that problem at all but you know who know one likes... Hey Leooo"

Leo:"first of all how dare you"

#Alternativly you could swap Donnie foe Splinter and Leo with Draxum ans still have the sams conversation #incorrect quotes #rottmnt #rottmnt incorrect quotes #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt reader insert #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #rise of the tmnt #rise of the turtles #rise of the tmmnt incorrect quotes #Rise of the turtles incorrect quotes #rise x reader #rise reader insert #rise leo #rise donnie

218 notes · View notes

neteyamyawne · 1 year

Note

Hi love how are you? I had an idea for Jake x Metkayina Reader x Neytiri

Where tuk absolutely adore the reader and is always following the reader after they arrive in the village and Neytiri notices her first and is like who is that?? soon after Jake notices her and they’re both trying to figure out who she is and then Ronal and Tonowari (over here playing matchmaker) introduces Neytiri & Jake to the reader and they really kick it off. All the kids absolutely adore her but before they ask her to be their mate the war breaks out. (like they all know they have feelings for eachother and have shared kisses before but just haven’t mates yet).

But anyways Reader is also close to tsireya so when they went to warn payakan reader is with them and gets captured and cuffed along with lo’ak tsireya and tuk. And when the ship hits the rocks she hits her head and it starts to bleed (how much is up to you) (Also Neteyam is still alive)

when quaritch has kiri under his knife it’s the reader instead (Neytiri does her whole almost killing spider thing). And then when Tuk gets swept into that hole and the reader and Neytiri get swept in after her and try to get out bit they’re stuck by this time the reader is hurt from being tossed around plus a head injury and it’s starting to catch up to her but then pandora jesus (kiri) over here comes to the rescue and they see Jake, lo’ak and payakan. They put the reader on Payakans fin and she passes out until they get back to the village but she comes to a couple hours later.

Then jake and neytiri take her on a walk and ask her to be their mate and she says yes (so a little fluffy ending)🖤

Snarr ✨

This fic will be out in two or three days 😊 thank you so much for such support guys 🤗😭💚 lmao I'm still stuck on some aspects of blaze so that's gonna be next week release 😂

P.s it's OUT!!! Snarr is out guys 😂😂 took me a while

Blaze is out as well, check my Masterlists😊

Tags 🏷️: @fanboyluvr @callmeoncette @lu-the-ghost-reader @brisbriskett @saltedcoffeescotch @ducks118 @itscheybaby @jackiehollanderr @zoetrope1997 @yeosxxx @persefolli @im-in-a-pansexual-panik @theycallmesia

#jake sully #avatar #avatar 2 #avatar 2009 #avatar fandom #avatar the way of water #jake sully x reader #jake sully x you #tsu’tey x reader #i luv u guys so much #anon answered #anon <3 #lovely anon #anons welcome #anon my beloved #neteyamyawne #neteyamyawne: 💌 ans✨#ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ / ʀᴀᴍʙʟᴇꜱ

142 notes · View notes

biblioklept-writes · 1 year

Note

hi. is it possible to do an enemies to lovers between aemond x reader? the reader hates aemond for his arrogance and impulsive behaviour. aemond supposedly "hates" her and is in complete denial. however, he gets jealous when she is performing traditional dancing with one of her male friends because he doesn't know the moves and feels left out. after the dance, he chases her to the gardens after the dance while the reader is wearing her traditional costume and jewelleries. and that was when he finally notices how beautiful the reader is. if you can consider this, that would be great! thanks!

Hey anon! thank you for this prompt <3

I am going Desi!reader with this, hoping that you were desi and came to my blog from this hehe. I feel this prompt suites modern times better than hotd era and I incorporated a tinsy bit of this ask, sorry if thats not what you had in mind!

I was a fool (Modern!Aemond x Reader)

Content: just some jealous Aemond in an arranged marriage type of situation, could be considered fluff

A/N: Ravi is just an OC (if you are familiar with A Good Girl's Guide to Murder then not really)

HOTD Masterlist | Modern!Aemond Masterlist

Sometimes, being a rich heiress was tough.

You enjoyed a luxurious life thanks to your parent's jewellery making and retail, and a luxury hotel chain - they were one of the most famed in all of Westeros, having migrated from the Indian Subcontinent in their youth.

As their eldest daughter and heiress, you were introduced to the Targaryens, a strange family full of scandal, yet they were the wealthiest of the business families in all of Westeros - dealing with luxury vehicles, home decor, skin care and cosmetics line - and they owned some smaller, less expensive brands under elusive names. Surely not all of their business was legal, just like yours.

You had first met Aemond Targaryen at one of your mother's seven star hotel, right by the King's Landing Airport. It was a rather secretive place and paparazzi stayed away, courtesy of the Airport Security Force. You had become accustomed to the bright lights and the shining marble flooring and the high ceilings, non of them piquing your interest as they did when you were a child.

You had heard a lot about him, more than you were willing to admit. You had attended the same university, with him being two years your senior. He was stoic - stayed quiet save for answering the professors. Among the girls, he had a reputation of being inexpressive and condescending, even though he was a pleasure in bed. You and him never had the same crowd - not in university and never outside of it. You had heard he loved cars and partook in numerous F1 races and had a stellar reputation - almost always getting to the podium.

Reputation or not, you did not like him. He was a stuck-up and arrogant man, and you couldn't stand the thought of marrying him even for a profit to your family. Pretending to be in love with this man was tough, even with his god-like beauty.

Aemond has his permanent scowl on his face, even when you are having a very public dinner with his cousin Baela and her fiancé. You and Baela are having a light-hearted conversation on the subject of cosmetics, sharing your preferences and icks. Bonding over the fact that neither of you manage to get a foundation that matches perfectly, you pitch that maybe you should start your own cosmetic line catering to darker skins specifically.

"I'll promote you for free," Baela quips. "It's time we take matters into our own hands, isn't it?"

"That's what I am saying," You chuckle.

Both your companions are sitting in complete silence after exchanging etiquette compelled pleasantries. They quietly pick at their plates, and you pity the Lannister man - Baela's fiancé - for being stuck with your soon to be fiancé, Aemond. You've stopped feeling anything for him quite a while ago, your date.

"Red is really your colour," Baela compliments once the quartet of you is out of the restaurant. "It's hard to keep eyes off of you,"

The two of you walk arm in arm behind your respective dates, feeling pleasant in the cool evening air. "Thank you," you say, pushing your hair away from your eyes. "You're a stunner yourself, Baela."

She stops, and lets the men walk out of earshot before asking, "How does my cousin treat you?" She sounds concerned.

You take both her hands in yours, heart warmed by her concern. "He's fine. We barely talk. That's great," you say. "Otherwise I'd have slapped him by now."

"He's a bit of a... personality," Baela agrees. "If he does anything that bothers you, let me know. I will put a word to his mother."

You chuckle, "Sure," The only reason you've not turned your house upside down is because of this family. They have their quirks, but Baela and her twin Rhaena, Alicent, Helaena and Daeron have been very welcoming of you, making sure that you feel right at home.

As etiquette rules, Aemond waits for you by the passenger side of his Rolls Royce as you walk to it, opening the door for you then going over to the driver's side. He is quiet again, and you start scrolling through your phone, answering any messages that need urgent attention. It's always like this, you barely speak aside from exchanging pleasantries - and honestly, you didn't mind it too much.

It's not like you hadn't tried, you had always tried to make small talk, to get to know him better, but his responses never exceeded one word. How was your day? Average. How are you feeling? Good. And that was on the good days, otherwise, you've only ever heard him hum or snark in response.

He wasn't controlling of what you were doing or who you were with - one could say it was all they asked for in a rich husband who let them do whatever they want. You didn't want that though, you were the eldest daughter of ultra rich immigrant parents, you knew how to get things done your way, and you knew how to keep everyone in line without having to utter a word. But you were also the eldest daughter of immigrant parents, always having to set a pristine example for your little brother and youngest sister, be the perfect daughter, caretaker, student, dancer, performer, the best of your year, raise your siblings while your parents work and do so without any complains to anyone. Expressing your qualms meant a lecture on how ungrateful you were of everything that your parents provided for you and being unable to say something in your defence because then you 'd be talking back like an ungrateful little brat.

This to-be marriage with Aemond was something set up entirely by your mother and his. Your mother couldn't wait to rub it in everyone's face that her beautiful, perfect daughter, her heiress was about to get married to one of the most handsome, and the richest bachelor in all of the continent, who had a stellar record in academics and was an expert in finance, and had no blemishes in his portfolio.

Turning this down would earn you a lifelong worth of taunts and lectures, so arguably this was better than that. Complete silence with a stranger you can trust, but not speak with. A stranger who would soon be your fiancé and put on a show for the tabloids to gossip about to give the reporters their content.

You think he hates you - he doesn't spare you one glance from his good eye - always keeping his sapphire-eyed side to you. Aemond had lost that eye in childhood, back when you were still fascinated by the pristine marble floors of hotels. There had been some accident involving his nephews from his stepsister, and your mother had sent her condolences to Alicent with some jewels. The current sapphire that he wore was the latest gift from your mother for announcing your cold courtship.

It's a few evenings later and you are visiting Aemond's penthouse in the heart of King's Landing to give the paparazzi a show, to give the tabloids something to gossip about the next morning and afternoon, when you are planning to leave.

You quite enjoy the music and the open bar, hating the strong taste of vodka, but not quite getting enough of it. You definitely aren't sober anymore, moving to the fast tempo of the music that you cannot distinguish - you only know that it makes you feel powerful like a divine goddess waiting to unleash her rage.

"Couldn't even wait for me to get back from work before getting drunk?" Aemond says. His voice is deep and it makes you shiver, for you have never heard him speak more than one word. "I wonder what my mother sees in you," he grumbles. "Whatever she does, I don't."

You give him the finger, and close your eyes to get lost in the music again. You really don't care what he thinks of you, but something in his words was straight up insulting.

"No words to say now?" He snarks.

"What is it that you pride yourself in, hm?" You ask, glaring at him.

"I graduated with the top scores in my degree, I am the best finance manager and the best Westerosi F1 driver - " he starts to say, offended. For a moment you wonder if he's drunk too, but the condescending look in his darkened violet eye has you lashing out on him in rage.

"Yeah, big deal racer-boy." You snap your fingers in front of his face, having to look up. "I was also the top scorer in my year - across all majors, I can hack into your finance system and bring it down and you wouldn't even know what happened. I run an NGO, I manage my mother's finances and I know how to stitch, embroider and cook. I can survive if left alone - but you'll start crying for your mother the moment you are left alone with no servants or money to take care of you. If anyone gets to act like a stuck up arrogant little bitch that should be me."

"Oh please, your mother was the one pushing for this marriage because she knows you are incapable of anything," He snaps at you. You are nose to nose, and you want to smack him hard across the face, but you hold back that grudge.

"You know what your beloved mother told me before we started all this?" You challenge. "Do you? DO YOU?" you exhale before saying, "She said that there is no other woman who could possibly put up with this attitude of yours - that she knows you will not be able to survive on your own, you big man-child. Putting a little show on for the reporters doesn't make you a man."

You push him back and take the elevator, yelling a "Fuck you!" before the door closes and hides his comically scandalised face.

Trouble in paradise? It seems the most eligible bachelor in Westeros is free for taking again.

"What is this that the newspapers say," Your mother says, tone chiding. "Why would you leave in the middle of the night?"

"I cannot stand Aemond, mother!" You complain. "I cannot stand him. If Alicent weren't so sweet, I'd never have agreed to this whole thing."

"Sweetie, please. Think it over again." Your mother insists.

"Consider this arrangement over if he doesn't apologise to me." You declare, glaring at your mother with untamed fury. And for once, she is rightfully terrified of your eldest daughter-rage. Your little brother supports you, making your point stronger. He can be a pain in the ass but he can also be helpful in times like these.

There is a gala event on the weekend, and your family friends from Little Kilton are invited. The Singh Family is here, as is your old friend Ravi. You hug him tightly and ask him about his girlfriend and the crimes that they uncovered together. He's giggly talking about his lovely girlfriend Pip, calling him Sarge and other cute names like that.

You want to be normal at that moment - not the daughter of diamond merchant and a luxury hotel chain owner, but a daughter of normal immigrants, with a boyfriend who can love you as Ravi loves his Sarge Pip.

You are quite done with everything, and decide to dress in traditional clothes for the gala, opting for a rather fancy lehenga. You are going to dance tonight, flaunt your classical dancing skills with Ravi as your companion. Your outfits accidentally match with the similar shades of green and silken fabrics - Ravi clicks a selfie and sends it to his girlfriend, who instantly calls and you finally get to see her in her element. You see the way Ravi's eyes light up on seeing her, and a knife twists at your heart - because you'll never have anyone be this happy to see you.

Pip gushes about how pretty you look and how no one will notice Ravi with you in the room, and you share a good laugh at Ravi's pouty look, claiming he looked ravishing.

"Alright, we're there." Ravi says. "I'll call you when I get back, Sarge. Love you."

"Love you." Pip says before they hang up.

"You're so in love it's disgusting." You say, lips twisted in mock disgust. "Put a ring on it already."

"That's the plan," He says with a dreamy smile. "I didn't come over just to see you, did I?"

"Ravi Singh!" You scream with your hand covering your mouth. "Oh my god, you absolute dork in love you can't be for real!"

"I hope she says yes." He sighs.

"Oh, she will." You declare. "I'll help you pick out the ring."

You told Ravi everything about Aemond and your situation with him, and the paparazzi didn't stop clicking pictures as your mom walked with you, with Ravi accompanying you. He's a little nervous, but he hides it well.

Once inside, you spot Alicent and Helaena, and introduce them to Ravi as your childhood friend and they are really welcoming of him. Alicent looks upset over her son's behaviour and apologises on his behalf, but you lie and tell her that's fine. Your mother can break her heart later gently if her son fails to prove himself worthy to you.

You spot Aemond's silver head in the corner of your eye as you walk away from Alicent and Helaena, and grab Ravi's wrist and have him look at your former-soon-to-be fiancé.

"He looks like an elitist snob," Ravi comments.

"You're not wrong," you say.

"I think jealousy would do him some good," Ravi says. "Let's go get changed, I believe our performance is in an hour. Don't you need t0o much time to get changed?"

"Let's go," You say, grinning. You whisper to your mother, actively avoiding looking at Aemond, not bothering to put up any civility for him. You'll never look at him in the face again if he doesn't apologise for his condescension.

The beat of the classical music hits your veins, and you and Ravi are dancing to the rhythm, going where the music takes you. The whole crowd is silent, entranced by your performance. It's nothing too strenuous, but you manage to impress them. You trust him enough for the couple of lifts that you have, earning a loud applause as you finish your performance with you on one knee on the right of the stage and Ravi in identical position on the left.

You are panting heavily as you get off the stage as the applause slowly quiets down, changing back into your magnificent green lehenga before going out to get some fresh air. The gardens are impeccably maintained, with trimmed bushes and perfectly shaped trees, the clean air replenishing the stale one in your lungs, making you relaxed after the costing performance.

You take a seat on a bench under a tall tree, in relative isolation as you catch your breath.

A scowl curves your beautiful face as you hear the sound of your name in Aemond's quiet, deep voice, wondering what more he could possibly have to say to you.

"What business have you got here?" You bitterly ask.

"You were amazing back there," He attempts.

"I am aware, thank you." You say, still refusing to look at him. "I had a great partner with me."

"Speaking of a partner, who is he?" Aemond asks.

"None of your business anymore," You snap.

"I just want to talk," He tries again.

"There's nothing there to talk," you stop him. "You made it pretty clear that I am not worth your time or attention."

"It was foolish of me to say that." He amends.

"Yet, that is what you thought was the truth." You say, looking ahead at the bushes in front of you.

"I'd have danced if you asked me to," He confesses, changing routes.

"You left no room for questions," You counter. "No self respecting person would ask something of you after only receiving one word or one syllable response for more than a month. And as a self respecting person I don't deem you a fit partner."

"And he is?" Aemond asks, you can hear in his voice - the anger, the strain that he has in his jaw.

"Surely," You tease, voice deadpanned. "Much better than you, definitely."

"What do you want me to do?" Aemond finally caves in, sighing.

"I don't know, maybe your top of the major brain should have the answers," You snap again. Your glare and voice have bite, but you do not give him the satisfaction of facing him. The warmth of his body comes at your side as he takes a seat beside you and lets out a long sigh.

"Look, I know it was foolish of me to say what I did," He started. "I want to ask for your forgiveness."

"You've not given me any reason to trust you," you say. “How can I forgive you if I know nothing about you?"

"We ought to change that then." Aemond decides. "Let me take you out sometime."

"You had all the time in the world to take me out, yet…" you trail off.

"I had been a fool," He sighs, rubbing his face. "A stuck up arrogant little bitch, as you'd rightfully put."

"What changed?" You ask, finally turning to look at him. Aemond's usual scowl is replaced with a soft, pleading crease in his brow. His lilac eye is uncharacteristically soft - you can swear that he has tears in both his eyes - the sapphire one and the intact one. "Please don't tell me you are doing this because your mom asked you to."

"She doesn't know what happened," Aemond confesses, his voice dropping down to a whisper. "I just needed to hear what you told me the other day."

"And?" You prompted.

"I have always thought you to be insanely beautiful," Aemond confesses with a hesitant sigh. "But today you look divine, crafted patiently by the Seven themselves."

"Hmm, go on." You say with a cheeky grin, and Aemond chuckles. This the first time you ever heard him laugh, the first time you have ever seen him smile. He has a pretty smile and his laugh is one of the most pleasing sounds to your ears.

"I was intimidated by you, to be honest." He confesses. You have never heard him sound so vulnerable, exposed, and you realise that you are rather fond of it. "You're this insanely talented, beautiful woman who has her life together with everything sorted and I don't think I have ever learned how to keep up a conversation."

“You big, foolish man,” you press your lips together, inhaling a deep breath. “That degree is of no use, you should return it. How can you manage finance without knowing proper communication?”

“Maybe you can help me with that,” He says with a smile. He has dimples.

“I’d like that,” You nod.

“I’ll pick you up at seven, tomorrow?” He asks.

“Why wait?” you shrug.

#aemond targaryen x reader #ask ans: oneshot #ask: modern!aemond #modern!aemond x reader #aemond x you #modern!aemond #aemond targaryen #modern hotd #hotd fic

236 notes · View notes