#as if they weren't acutely aware of it but no in order to push them to discover new things you choose to remove manga from your lib' so

[curseofaphrodite]

Three of Spades

daemon targaryen x fem!reader | deck of cards part 1/3, series masterlist

summary: you were bethroned to viserys, so naturally for daemon, you were the only complication from getting the Iron Throne.

"There she is — Y/N L/N, soon to be Targaryen."

"I'm keeping my name," you said firmly, turning to find Daemon Targaryen leaning against the side of your door.

If your initial reaction was fear, you hoped for your sake that you hid it well. The house of the dragon did not look kindly upon vulnerabilities.

Daemon whistled, seeing you for the very first time. His eyes openly passed through every inch of you, and he looked... surprised?

"You seem incredibly young for my brother."

You exhaled briefly. "I'm of age."

"Doesn't matter. Viserys is old enough to be your father."

"Should you be teaching me about morals?" you asked, trying to cut the conversation short.

"Just wanted to introduce myself. We're about to be a family soon after all," he said in High Valyrian, the language catching you off guard.

"If acquaintance is all you seek, I suggest you knock next time," you replied, hoping the words sounded natural from your tongue. Daemon seemed pleased.

"If it's all I seek? Do I sense an invitation behind those words, Y/N?" he smirked, making your jaw drop. Many had warned you of his schemes, but his charms seemed to annoy you just as much as his presence did.

"Good night, Daemon." You said his name with a cruel edge. He turned to walk away with an amused smile. Tried to, anyway. "And you will address me as Your Grace."

Maybe you pushed too far, but he turned his head slowly. "Says who?"

"The future Queen."

Then it clicked.

Daemon was smarter than the versions of him in stories. Of course, you weren't going to marry Viserys for his wealth nor his kind heart. The marriage wasn't completely forced on you either, gods knew you were fierce enough to not do anything you didn't want to. He was certain of that.

He was also certain that you wanted something he did.

The Iron Throne.

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"gOOD morning, your Grace," Daemon said loudly when he arrived at breakfast the next day. You resisted the urge to smack him with a loaf of bread.

"I see you met my brother," Viserys said, already frowning.

"Ignore him, love," you told Viserys, pecking him on the cheeks. Daemon snorted at your display of faux affection, as if it wasn't fooling anyone. You made a mental note to deal with his shit later.

Daemon sat beside your chair, smiling - no, smirking - widely. Viserys's frown turned more confused.

"He stumbled upon my room last day," you added for good measure.

"Last night," Daemon interrupted cheekily. You glared.

"Makes no difference," you said, attacking your salad with a fork.

"Then why did you say day?"

"I wasn't—"

"Y/N." Viserys's voice was a warning. He didn't know where the conversation was going, and frankly, he didn't want to know.

Daemon provoking everyone was natural. But you, the future queen, provoking him back was unbecoming.

Be the kindest person in the castle. The royal family could use one. - your mother had said, but she didn't know a kind queen didn't survive long. Not in Westeros.

"Are you displeased?" Daemon asked, his voice a whisper. You were acutely aware of his hand resting on your thigh. "Do you want me to remedy it?"

"I'm sorry?" you hissed.

"The food," he retracted his hands, noting how you didn't seem much bothered by it. "Is it not up to your satisfaction?"

"I find it bland," you said plainly, making sure Viserys couldn't hear. "But I'll manage, thank you."

"If you're homesick, you could go home for a few days. Wedding's not for another month."

"Oh so you could order my ship to be sunk on my way back? I don't think so, my Prince."

"Do you think so little of me?"

Viserys looked at you again, the same confusion spread across his face. You also saw the slight anger in them. Quite frankly, you had enough of both Targaryens.

"Breakfast was lovely, I have some important affairs to..." you let the words hang, standing up from the chair and shuffling down to get out of the room.

You went to the garden, because it was better than your dim, elaborate room, where everything seemed more expensive than it did cozy.

You liked the cool breeze, the birds, the flowers and you were basking in everything, only to be interrupted by--

"It won't work."

"Stalking me now?" you asked, turning on your heels.

"You'll have male heirs. If Viserys dies, the kingdoms go to them."

You smiled. "Not if I kill him before he touch me."

Daemon was taken aback. "You plan to kill him after the wedding? Are you truly that idiotic?"

"If I planned something, you wouldn't know about it. It's not like you'd get the Iron Throne anyway."

"Why not?"

"I'm in the way. Me, my heirs, anything I do affects you."

"I should just take you out then."

You blinked, looking at his clothes. "You have no weapon."

He scoffed. "I meant take you out. Woo you with dinner," he stepped closer, "empty promises," his voice went to a whisper, "you'd let me ruin you for any man to come, wouldn't you?"

Your body went slack. You could feel your heart hammering in your chest. For one second, you forgot he was just trying to show he had the upper hand.

Yearning is a bitch.

"I'd rather fuck you than make you my enemy anyway," he said, stepping back. The guards could hear him, but they don't move. They aren't supposed to. Daemon just wanted them to start the rumors.

"Who says you can't be doing both?" you ask boldly, rolling your eyes. "You wouldn't be the first one."

He blew a whistle. "You sure you're marrying the right brother?"

His words are playful, his expression isn't. You turn away before he could see you were flustered. You walk off because you knew he could sense it anyway.

There goes your plan not to show vulnerabilities.

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part 2!!

#daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen x fem!reader #daemon targaryen fluff #enemies to lovers #astoria writes #hotd fanfic #imagines #daemon targaryen x you #daemon targaryen

[yanderelovlies]

HII COULD YOU DO SOMETHING W SDJ AND DACHABO WITH A READER WHOS INSECURE ABT THEMSELVES AND THEN SOMEONE THEY TRUSTED INSULTS THEIR INSECURITY KNOWING FULL WELL THEYRE INSECURE?

i just need comfort after this happened to me :/

Awww I'm sorry to hear that love! No one should have to go through that. I hope this helps you feel better.

Jack and Bo made themselves acutely aware of your insecurities. Not as leverage, but so they know what words or things not to say. They never wanted to hurt you so they were careful. It's a shame not everyone is.

During one of your outings with friends one of them got upset and over stepped your boundaries as they started laying out your insecurities for everyone to hear. It was embarrassing, and degrading. Before they could finish their tyrant you ran out of the little Cafe tears blurring your vision.

You weren't even sure how you got home, but you could bring yourself to question. All you wanted to do was go to bed. So with no thought you made a b-line for your room, but was quickly stopped as Bo's arms wrapped around you.

"What wrong puppy? Did something happen?"

If you were being honest you couldn't face them. Not after that lashing. You tried to pry yourself out of Bo's arms, but he was having none of it as his grip Tighe Ted slightly.

"H-hey! Puppy!" He whined as the heel of hand pushed against his chest "What's going on??"

Hearing the commotion Jack popped his head out of the kitchen to see what was going on. Seeing you clearly struggle against Bo made Jack scowl. "Hey! Let them go Bo!" Jack walked into the living room scowl still present as he crossed his arms. "They clearly want to be let go of."

Bo scowled back at Jack, but knew if you were gonna get help they had to work together to figure what happened. "But the came home upset Jack! Their crying! I can't just let puppy be alone!"

At this new information Jack looked torn. On one hand Jack understood where Bo was coming from. He hates seeing you upset let alone crying, but on the other hand pushing you isn't the way to go either. He walked infront of you and grabbed your face with his gloved hands "hey sunspot....do you want a little time alone before you want to talk." He never moved your face just gently held it as he wait for your response.

Something about his words finally broke you as your went limp in Bo's arms, and Jack held your face. You told them the chain events through sobs. Bo presses his chest to your back as his hold tightens. Jack came closer as well allowing to lay your head against his chest as he Bagan to pet your hair.

If you weren't so caught up in your emotions your would have caught the growls coming from Bo, or the dark glance Jack gave Bo. They will not allow this transgression to slide. Once you happy, safe, and asleep they will handle it accordingly.

"Come on puppy Jack made your favorite!"

"And we can watch whatever you like while we eat and cuddle sunspot."

Expect to be papmered all Night. Anything you want they will get it for you.

Want some ice cream? Bo is already ordering. Wanna watch a happy movie? Jack knows the perfect movie. Online shopping? Oh look at all the money Bo somehow got! Wanna play games? Jack plays mean Shy Guy in Mario cart.

Or if you don't want any of that and just want to cuddle they will happily oblige you. They will even set aside their differences for the Night so they don't stress you out anymore.

Expect clown house husband to cook all your favorite meals while Bo makes a nice warm bubble bath for you.

Papered, and you deserve it.

#sunny day jack #swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #x reader #something's wrong with sunny day jack x reader #swwsdj x reader #yandere x reader #sunny day jack x reader #dachabo bo x reader #dachabo x reader #dachabo #dachabo bo

[cacophonylily]

I shouldn’t participate in “library-related debates” in my work-related Facebook groups. Too much anxiety. And then someone talks about kids and manga, spewing some things that just don’t sit well with me and it’s... hard to ignore?

Anyway, the validation rush felt through the likes is dizzying. And it’s okay, because the debate was nice for once, constructive almost, and it was great sharing my vision of things and also understanding where this vision comes from.

I don’t think I would have gotten there without fandoms and fanfictions. The monomania of it all.

#colleagues lamenting they only read manga and always the same ones over and over again and calling it #(cultural) 'impoverishment' when it's most definitely okay to reread whatever work you love just as many times as you want to #forgetting that reading should be a pleasure first and foremost and an elevation after that if you're ever aiming for it #they're reading and enjoying it and it's all that matters #new books new universes new characters that can be a scary ride for some kids so you can't blame them for going first to the familiarity #of a well-known manga... not to mention the whole ingrained cultural shame of such a read so beneath the True Literature #as if they weren't acutely aware of it but no in order to push them to discover new things you choose to remove manga from your lib' so #they'll be forced to read something else #batshit crazy #reading should feel safe and can't be coerced goddammit #(yeah I'm still a lil pissed cause I was that kind of kid and even as an adult I'm rereading about universe and characters over and over #again through fanfictions so YEAH I feel attacked) #(I'm well aware of my role as a school librarian but reading should be fun and enjoyable and its worth not measured by some stupid #grown ups made subjective scale) #she talks

[faetarou]

FAE'S 300 EVENT !!

order for @hortensiyas

ask. yasmina. she/her. miya atsumu. mint chocolate ice cream.

from fae. hi, yasmina !! your name is similar to mine irl haha, ty for being so supportive, idk why the tag isn't working, i'm so sorry !!

disclaimers. swearing, timeskip!au

your trope is ...

first kiss !!

with miya atsumu <3

you weren't averse to love. you'd just never really had the chance to try it before ... and yet, here you were.

nervousness accelerated your heartbeat, to the point that you could acutely feel the thrum of your pulse in your surely flaming face.

"what did you want to talk about, babe?"

atsumu leaned against the outside wall of the msby black jackals' gym, and oh, how you envied that casual stance of his, somehow managing to make him seem totally at ease, even in his sweat-soaked volleyball uniform, whilst you twisted your hands uneasily.

"sorry to interrupt your practice," you mumbled to start.

he smiled, and you swore that precious curve of his lips could light up the world. "i've told you a million times, yasmina - with you, it's no problem."

his words made your stomach turn flips, and the heat in your cheeks dialled up to a solid eleven out of ten. "i just wanted to ask you something."

"shoot." atsumu folded his arms across his chest, the movement annoyingly attracting you even more than you already were to the man.

"do you really like me, atsumu?" you didn't so much as ask the words as blurt them, falling out of your mouth in a rush of insecurity.

yes, in a turn of events you'd never expected, the previous week you'd confessed your feelings to miya atsumu, world-renowned volleyball player, after months spent bonding following the day you'd hidden him in your home from some crazy fangirls (it was a long story). and yet ...

though, when he'd shockingly stated that he'd returned your affections, nothing much had happened in the seven days since then - 'babe' had been a term he endearingly used before your confession, and other than a decrease in tension, the dynamic of your relationship hadn't changed at all.

you didn't have anything against romance, or dating ... but you weren't experienced in it at all, and you wanted to take that first step with miya atsumu. so when he acted like nothing had happened between you ... you'd been a little hurt.

somehow, the blond read all your feelings in the space of an impossibly short moment, those dark eyes you loved so glittering with remorse. "yasmina ... i'm so, so sorry. i like you a lot, more than you'll probably ever know, so ..."

atsumu moved forwards, and you realised the validity of other pro players' fear of him when he spun you both around so your positions were reversed and he was backing you against the wall in an instant.

"can i show you instead?"

his eyes flickered down to your lips, and you knew. politely, he waited until you tilted your head upwards in the slightest nod, before surging down to meet your mouth with his.

atsumu took the lead, aware of your inexperience, the push of his lips gentle and soft and so, so perfect. your eyes fluttered shut, hands grasping desperately at his shoulders to bring him closer and chase that heaven that his sweet lips brought.

he pulled back to allow you to breathe, one of his callused fingers caressing your cheek with the most delicate of touches. "do you believe me now?"

you ducked your head, a smile spreading across your face despite its state of intense blush. "i do. sorry."

"there's no need to apologise," he teased, lifting your chin with the same hand that had paused its stroking of your cheek. "let me make up my mistakes to you."

and, as atsumu's lips met yours, again and again and again, the 'first' kiss didn't matter anymore. you only cared about the next.

࿐ 𝐟𝐚𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 !!

#fae's double scoop

[secretswritteninink-a]

Until You Get A Clue

Starter for @son-of-ice-and-lycanthropy @all-the-muses @fiery-little-dusty-dork @shaymaverickobsidian @romankalinroxorius

Enya woke in a strange room, in an actual bed, acutely aware that it was not morning. The dim lighting in the room told her that. The clock on the wall opposite her only confirmed it.

She sat up slowly, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. The last thing she remembered, she was stealing lunch for her, Kári, and the kids. She didn't remember anyone attacking her. She didn't even remember getting caught.

Sliding out of bed and standing on the cool wood floors beneath her feet, she found herself dressed in pajamas. They weren't even her own and they certainly didn't look like any pajamas she had seen before. Not like she had actually seen a lot.

Her eyes caught the dress draped over the back of the vanity chair next. "Oh, hell no..." She said aloud. Enya didn't do dresses. She had tried one once but found it restricted her movement and the shoes she had to wear with them in order to not gain unwanted attention were too impractical for out running an evil government facility hell-bent on destroying the lives of super powered children. A quick search of the room told her there were no other clothes. No weapons either. Luckily, Enya didn't need weapons to kill.

Reluctantly, Enya changed into the dress but Drew the line at the high heeled shoes. She could never run or fight in those. She wasn't even going to try. A quick turn of the doorknob told her she hadn't been locked in this room and she quickly stepped out into a long hallway. She needed to find a way out. Luckily, Kári had previously taken the children elsewhere. She had been alone and no one but her knew where they were hiding. They had taken Enya alone.

Honestly, it made what she had to do easier. If she had to fight, she could do so with her full focus on her opponent and if she had to kill...well...Kári and the kids never had to know.

Keeping her steps silent, she made her way down the hallway and a spiral staircase leading down to the ground floor. She found herself in a large central room, seemingly used for nothing except being a means to get to one of the rooms surrounding them. There were no exits from here either. Whatever. She would find one.

She made her way to the first door she saw, one leading to a room right across from the staircase and pushed the doors open. Immediately, the all too familiar smell of blood filled her nostrils. The ballroom was littered with bodies, their blood spilled across the marble floors.

"What the hell?" The words were out of her mouth before she even had a chance to process. Why would someone kidnap her? Why would they have a room full of bodies? Her last question was one she really hoped wasn't true. Had she done this? No. She would have remembered.

Lifting her dress, she walked forward, bare feet careful not to step through the blood. Her eyes scanned each face as she walked but found them all unfamiliar. An older man, a teenage girl with hair redder than her own, a woman whose blonde hair mingled with the blood around her. They all wore the strange clothing she had found waiting for her.

She stopped as she reached the end of the room, her heart shattering instantly. No...no no no no....it couldn't be....

Kári lay slumped against the wall dressed in the same style of clothes though they'd let him keep his signature blue in his shirt. His signature blue sailed in the red of his own blood.

"Kári..." The word came breathlessly as she ran the rest of the way to his side. She dropped to her knees before she had even stopped moving, uncaring of the state of her dress now. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, blurring her vision. "Kári!"

He was gone. There was no mistakening that. And her sorrow, her fear, quickly turned to anger. The type of anger that had made her kill six children and four scientists all those years ago. No. This was worse.

Her fingers ran through his hair, trailing down his cheeks. "No..."

He was the only one to keep her grounded, to keep her good. Kári was the only one she had ever loved this way.

She whipped around when she heard the door once more, a single tear slipping down flushed red cheeks as fire lit up the palms of her hands. Her narrowed eyes focused on the distant form as she slowly got to her feet. Enya would make them pay. They would pay for the pain Kári endured, for the pain that was actively crushing her, and hell...she was going to enjoy it....she would savor the moment the life left their eyes, knowing they felt the same way - no, worse - that Kári obviously had.

#m; from the flames i emerge with the strength i have earned//enya calwyn #v; behind every tear there is an untold mystery//clue au #all the muses #shaymaverickobsidian #son of ice and lycanthropy #fiery little dusty dork #romankalinroxorious #p; abigail #p; andrew #p; allie #p; helen #p; austin