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Safe Keeping | 4

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"What say you, lady? Don't you think the Hound would make a fine husband? He would protect you, yes, and you would bear him many babes." I curtsy again but this time, my voice falters when I speak, "I- I think he would," I turn to my left, "Lord Sandor would make a fine husband... a fine father."

Sandor Clegane x Reader | 8k+ | cw: fem!reader, DEATH of characters/animals/monsters, POV shifts, mentions/depictions of violence, forced marriage, enemies to lovers, slow burn, angst, emotional unavailability, emotional constipation, miscommunication, The Hound being abrasive, canon typical casual misogyny/violence, themes/mentions of menstruation/pregnancy/miscarriage, baby fever, angst, typos, etc.

A/N: ❗❗please proceed this chapter with caution. i killed a bunch of characters/animals (well and monsters but i think deserve lmao)!!! ALSO POV SHIFTSS!!!! originally posted on ao3 but felt like posting it on here. also fyi i post this story on ao3 first

Tagging: @otteropera @poisonsage808 @glitterandgoldfinds @the-queen-of-sorrows @j3nn-1

The Hound found himself wrong about the thieving, wrong about the missing livestock. He was so wrong it nearly cost him lives, including his own.

He was so sure about himself when he went into the woods, so sure that he was going to find at least two men, at most five, luring sheep there. It was the men he was prepared for. Fuck the livestock, the farmers can get them back after he killed the fucks stealing them.

Ah, the farmers, barging into his wife's estate... into their house, into house Clegane. 

Fuck 'em, fuck the lot of them, complaining again, complaining about their sheep and their cows. He had enough of their yapping, now was the time to act.

Fuck 'em twice for being shocked when he said he'd go into the forest to kill the fucker causing all of them trouble.

The superstitious peasants warned him. The Hound heard; he even humored them by letting a few spring chickens, boy-soldiers in the making, 'aid' him as he went to the forest.

Between the young farmer's lad, Andrew, and the man-boy, Carter, who he had been training be a soldier, it was actually the Hound who was the one most frightened by that thing that stared back at them.

It looked as though it was twice his damn size. It was darker than tar, and stinkier than shit. It made an unholy sound before attacking them.

He doesn't remember what happened after that in all honesty. His instincts kicked in and he can't recall what he had done. All he knew was, in the end, the two boys were cheering and dragging a black corpse all the way back out of the woods.

The villagers looked at him. They walked towards him and shouted. It was not an unfamiliar greeting-- being pursued by villagers, and yet, it shakes him; it takes him off-guard. They come upon him and begin to weep at his feet. They thank him. They thank them as they hug each other. The thank him as they wave at him. They thank him as they touch his armor like a devout would touch an idol.

The Hound is perturbed.

"Thank you, milord! You killed the beast!"

"You saved our sheep!"

"You saved our families!"

"You saved our lives!"

The Hound was never one to back down, but Sandor found himself taking steps back when a group of children ran up to him and began to ask him how he killed it. Their little hands and big eyes demanded answers from him. His insides rise up to his mouth.

The children begin to talk about how they can go to the woods now.

"Oi!" Carter calls to the ones in front the Sandor, "you do know there's more than one woodland monsters, aye?!"

"But now milord Cligay killed one! He'll teach us how to kill the o'vers."

"It's Clegane. Lord Clegane! And even then, you buggers can't just play in the forest. The brown bears still live here."

"I haven't seen a brown bear!" a little girl cries out. She looks to the Hound, walking up to him, grabbing his hand, "there aren't any brown bears in the woods, right, milord?"

Sandor looks at the small thing. His hand burns at her touch. Her hand was not even hot, not even big enough to grasp half his palm and yet he feels lightheaded. He feels like he's going to pass out.

The Hound finds their sentiment to be all too much at one point. He grumbles he's going home; he's got much work to do. The villagers thank him as he leaves.

When he gets home, just as he gets near the gate, he beholds Lady Clegane, the people's champion, his poor bride. She is outside, speaking to some peasants; it was all she did as of late.

A breeze blows and her dress dances with the wind. Her hair follows as well, and along goes the air from his lungs.

She is the sun. He is a mountain trying to reach her.

Sandor, who hadn't realized that he stopped in his place to gawk, is shaken out of his trance when the stable boy opened the gates for him. The small child named Polly, about as old as his wife when she fled this place, nods at him and motions, "pardon, milord," he says nervously, "I didn't know you were waiting for me to open the gates."

The Hound looks at the boy as he walks in, "I wasn't," he gruffs, eyeing him as he passed, "don't worry about it, laddie."

Lord Clegane looks away from the stable boy when he hears the shrill cry of a babe. He spots the maester walking over to his wife with a wailing child in his arms.

He thinks about the letter he had to write to the Citadel, requesting a maester come to Brown Wood.

Lady Clegane thinks her husband's initiative for it stems from his sense of duty as a Lord, but she'll never know he did it for her, for her to know if she really did have a late blood cycle, or if she lost a baby. Maester Yannick told him it was, regretfully, the latter.

The Hound waited for his lady wife to tell him about it, to ask him to hold a mourning ceremony for the unborn child. She never did.

Sandor watches Lady Clegane willingly embraces the woman who thanked her up and down, over and under, for saving her baby. She tells the weeping woman that it was not her work but maester Yannick that saved the babe. Maester Yannick says it was not his work but the gods.

Sandor tastes something putrid in his mouth when his wife coos at the child, who immediately calmed when the maester reunited the small thing to mama. His insides tingle at the sound of his lady's laugh.

He curses under his breath when she turns to him. He realizes then he had stopped in his tracks again.

The Hound begins his march.

Lady Clegane greets him, but he is not strong enough to reply with a greeting himself. He doesn't know why he stops to tell her that he killed a woodland monsters though. She looked very shocked after hearing that.

He wonders if she was disappointed. He wonders if she wanted him dead.

She touches him and questions if he was injured. Sandor flinches and steps back. She recoils her hand quickly and wipes it on her skirt-- disgusted.

The Hound says she shouldn't worry her pretty squirrel head, then walks away.

His footsteps are heavy as he heads to his office. He didn't want to go through the fucking endless piles of paperwork, but the apprentice he had couldn't grasp basic mathematics quite yet, so, there he went, to go through paperwork in a musty office.

He wonders if doing this shit made a difference to her, or if she'd always see him for what he was: a groom, forced upon her as a joke from a stupid blonde boy; a beast with ill features and temper; a Hound.

He is almost tempted to look over his shoulder at the loud sound of baby's laughter. He doesn't, cause he wouldn't see anything but a wall of he did anyway.

He wonders when she'd ask him again, when she'd ask for a child from him.

He promises he'd be gentler this time, gentler.

He doesn't mean to be so rabid with her.

She just had such an ablaze spirit, she was so fierce, and so vivid that he found himself wanting to devour her whole-- a true predator.

He wishes he could be more than that. He could be more than that to her, but it's so hard to fill in to be someone you're not. The Hound was not a proper lord, he was not that pretty boy Alistair. He can only do so much.

Sandor would do much and more for her than that scrawny, faerie pretty-boy ever could.

She might not like it, but he'll do his best to give her what she wants, to give her a family in stead of the one she lost. She will never love him, but he knows she'll love all the children he could give her, and that was more than enough, more than he could ever hope for or deserve. 

I carefully walk up to the office, clutching my hands together as I prepare myself to knock on the door.

I clear my throat and retell myself what I mean to tell my husband. My palms begin to gush like geyser. I dread the fight I know will be had because of this topic.

I let out a soft gasp when someone calls me from behind.

It was the stable boy, Polly. He had run up to bow and greet me good morning. I smile at him and reach out to him. I brush his hair back, "good morrow, Polly, dear."

The boy grins and bows again, "I'll be learning how to ride a horse soon, milady!"

I link my hands together as I chuckle, "my! Will you now? How awfully courageous of you."

The boy pushes his shoulders back, "it's no'ffin, milady. Just what a man ought to do. I would go to war for you, milady, I would!"

"My boy," shake my head, "I pray you never need to do such a thing. I hope you enjoy riding though. I find that I do not."

"Do you find riding scary? I wouldn't! I'll let you ride with me once I know how, promise," the boy nods as he places a hand on his chest.

"You are very kind," I smile, "I thank you for it, Polly."

The boy puffs his chest out and bows, "I'll be goin' then, milady!"

I chuckle as I watch Polly run off as quick as a rabbit.

My soul nearly leaves me when I turn around and see the Hound looming over me.

I gasp and step back. He reaches out to me and grabs my arm. He keeps me upright and leans down, "you better stop calling the boy dear." He releases me and begins to walk off, "he's already in love with you as is."

I blink rapidly at his words. I turn to him and watch him march away before scurrying after, "he's a child."

"Aye," says Sandor, "all the children adore you."

My stomach curdles at his words; I am unsure why. I rub my hands together, not sure what to make of myself, or what to reply.

"What were you doing outside my office?" he asks.

I run up in front of him and grab his arm, "there is something I needed to discuss with you."

Sandor stops. He looks at my hand on his arm, "can't it wait?"

I pull my hand away and shake my head, "I understand that you are very busy, my lord, but I-"

"Fine," he mutters, "I'll lay with you tonight."

My eyes widen and I topple back at his words, "what?"

The Hound steps forward, keeping me upright again, "that's why you're here, aren't you?" He releases me, "your bloods have waned."

I feel my face burn. I gulp and force a smile, "I-" I chuckle nervously and straighten up, "y-yes. My bloods have waned."

Sandor watches me closely.

I rub my neck and blink rapidly, "I thank you for your thoughtfulness," I dig my thumb nail into my pointer finger. I turn from my feet then to Sandor, "but that is not what I wished to speak about."

His face falls. It's not anything noticeable but I have become quite good at it, reading his face. He purses his lips then says, "be done with it then, I've got work to do, pretty squirrel."

I feel my face burn even more at his horrible nickname.

A group of women had been complimenting my dress when the Hound passed. I knew they did not know he would react that way, but it did not help the embarrassment I felt when the women asked my husband if he thought my dress suited me and he replied 'pretty for a squirrel'.

"I wanted to tell you that I... I still very much wish to be the one to speak to the people about their concerns," I am unable to look at him when I say this, "it is not because I think you are unfit for the task, my lord, but I have seen the way you act around them."

"Like a dog?"

I knit my brows deeply and look to him, "Daisy is a dog. And I love her very much."

"That makes one of us."

We stare at each other for a long, blistering moment. My throat constricts at his words, "... Sandor."

His face contorts. He scoffs and averts his gaze, "don't say my name like that."

My heart begins to race, it twists and clenches. I step forward and reach out to him, "I see how you try to listen, how you try to help, but it scares you-"

I gasp when he rips his arm away before I can even touch him. He grabs me instead though, ripping me close as he leans down, "I'm not scared of peasants."

My eyes water. It's not even because his grip hurt, but because it was as painfully clear as it could get that this man did not like me at all, no matter what I did.

The Hound mutters softly, "do what you wish," he releases my arm, "you want to do my work so badly then? Fine. I didn't want ya to do anything you're not meant to, but have it your way."

I scratch my eyes before my tears could fall. I try to look at him as I speak, but the tears threaten to fall when I do. Instead, I fix my eyes on the floor, "I do not do this to upset you, Hound. I do this because I mean to help you. I swear it."

He is deeply disturbed by the softness in which these words are spoken. Hearing himself be called Hound was unreasonably heart piercing.

"I do not like it when you are angry," I whisper, "it would have been fine if it was only directed at me, but you spur everyone around you."

I flinch when he calls my name.

I shake my head, "if it pleases you, lord, I will do as you said the other day. I will no longer speak to you. I will not bother you. I will not stand in your way." I step back and pick at my fingernails.

Sandor holds back from stepping forward.

"Maester Yannick has been giving me herbs to help with conception, but he said that I should be in good spirits when... consummating... I do not think we should do anything tonight--" I look to him through my wet lashes, "unless you want to--"

"No, I do not," he says coldly.

I gulp. Tears begin to stream down my face. My lips quiver. I shudder. Of course he doesn't want me.

I curtsy and walk off. I break into a sprint after a few steps, as I am no longer able to hold in my sobs.

Sandor watches this. He furrows his brows, unnerved by the interaction, gutted by the fact it ended in tears yet again. He replays the conversation. Was his touch truly that hard? He looks at his hand. He curses loudly and storms off to fuck all.

Sandor wakes before the sky does. He opens his heavy lids and sighs. He turns to his right on instinct; he watches his wife stretch out her arms in the expanse of nothingness between them. He likes to think that she is reaching out to him. He likes to think that if he reaches back, it'll make everything fine between them.

But then again, it had never been fine between them in the first place.

He makes sure not to touch or move her. Last time he did, she woke up. She truly was a light sleeper.

He slowly gets up. He quickly gets dressed. The moment he gets out of the room, he heads to his office.

He's finished his work by the time he hears a dog barking. He looks to the window, the sun looks back at him. He stands, stretches, and walks over to the sill, pushing the curtains open. He sees her, Lady Clegane, cuddling the mutt she named Daisy. Fucking Daisy. Polly, the stable boy was waving a stick, but the bitch could not care less about it, too preoccupied by her master.

He watches Daisy lick her neck. He watches how she scolds the dog for it but giggles anyway. Sandor sniffles. His mind wanders to the one time he had his face pressed on her neck like that. Fucking dog.

He watches the pair go inside. The Hound heads to the dining room promptly after.

He mutters to himself, trying to decide how to start, "I don't meant to make you cry-- I keep making you cry-- Fuck-- .... I know you don't like me," he stops in his tracks before he can get to his destination. He mutters to himself some more.

Fuck it.

He hears the telltale patter of Daisy's paws. It makes his fingers tingle.

When he gets to the dining room, he furrows his brows at the emptiness.

Lucy gasps at the sight of him. She topples back then regains her composure. She puts the plate of food she was holding down on the table with a bang. She looks at him and curtsies, "your food, milord."

"Where is she?"

Lucy's glare darkens, "she is dining with the servants."

He chuckles drily. He feels disappointment. He feels hurt. He immediately plays it off, "pretty squirrel's finally had enough of me."

"WILL YOU STOP CALLING 'ER THAT!" Lucy bursts, taking the Hound off-guard.

They both stare at each other, as if equally as shocked by the outburst.

Lucy fumes. Sandor freezes. The former decides she's already spoken, so she might as well continue, "she is a lady! You took her for this," she motions vaguely. "You need her," she speaks firmly, "just as much as she needs you."

The Hound scoffs. His insides burn and curdle at the idea of the little girl needing a beast to keep her safe. He snaps, "well, go ahead and tell her I will gladly be her hound and breed her little monsters as thanks for her nice, warm castle!"

Lucy makes no attempt to hide the revulsion she feels at the sound of the hound's words.

"You know what," he snarls, "why don't I breed her right now as a thank you?"

Lucy's face drops. She runs up to the Hound when he begins to storm off. She crumples like paper when he shoves her away. He doesn't do it hard enough that she shoots off to the table, but it's enough for her to get the message: he was deadly strong.

Lucy does her best to stop him. She cries and begs and screams. She digs her heels into floor and yanks him back but it doesn't do much, it doesn't do anything.

The Hound only stops when he finally sees her.

Lady Clegane is laughing with the servants as they watch Daisy roll on her belly for food. She feeds the dog just as Lucy runs up in front of him, severely distraught and tear stained. Lucy pushes her hands on his chest and begs him to punish her instead.

The Hound is sickened when Daisy runs up to him and whines. He recoils his hand when the bitch licks it.

"Lucy?"

Sandor flinches at the sound of his wife's voice and turns the other way.

I was in the middle of playing fetch with Daisy when she caught wind of something and ran off to the gate. Usually, this meant Sandor was home. Lo and behold, this moment was not any different.

I turn away immediately when we lock gazes.

The Hound had a large cut of meat on his shoulder. He grunts as Daisy barks and runs up to him, "fuck off, bitch."

He does his best to avoid the dog, nudging her away firmly with his leg as he walks up to a wagon and plops the hind of a cow on there. He hisses at Daisy when she gets on her two back legs and rests one good leg and bad one on his hips.

"Daisy!" I call.

She ignores me.

Sandor looks over his shoulder, "your mam's calling you, dog. Go on!"

Daisy clearly doesn't understand, or doesn't care, and barks at Sandor when he shoves her away. 

"Daisy!" I call and jog up to her when she follows Sandor out of the estate. I run up to the gate and watch as she is chased by the Hound. She runs as fast as her three paws will allow, clearly enjoying what she thought to be a game.

"Come here, you stupid bitch!" the Hound screams.

I turn to one of the men near me. I call Arron over and tell him to tell the Hound not to chase after her. He does just that, "milord! She will stop running if you stop chasing!"

I make a face as Lord Clegane curses and does his final attempt at catching the dog.

"Shall I bait Daisy with some meat, milady?" Arron asks.

I am about to respond but then there is a loud shriek from afar. It makes my blood go still.

The Hound immediately stops, straightens up, and looks at the distance.

I turn to Arron in a panic and tell him to get bait for Daisy. He quickly does that and calls for the dog to come back.

A bunch of peasants run and scream towards the estate; they scream milord.

Sandor goes to them.

When he reaches the panicked townspeople, he tells them all to shut the fuck up and explain what's happening. The old one clamours out that her daughter's been taken, says she was herding the cows then she was suddenly screaming, and he tried to reach her but it was too late. He says his son went to the woods to try and save her sister.

The Hound nods. He easily decides to go into the woods. The man's other son to leads the way.

In truth, the boy didn't have to go with him, he could just head to where the animals were fleeing, but he allowed it because he recognized the boy to be one of the ones in training. He has no idea what his name was though.

He was glad to hear the screams when he did, at least the ones that sounded human.

The Hound sees a lad and a lass running up to him, "RUN WHILE IT'S DISTRACTED!"

The boy by his side screams back, "the Hound is here! He's going to kill it!"

Well, Sandor was only meant to save the girl, and now that the girl was about to run past him, he didn't have to do anything, really. For some reason, he felt compelled to press on. Maybe it was the lack of his sense of self-preservation as of late, or no, don't call it that; it was his need for a distraction, his need prove something.

He sees it, the monster and its fresh kill. It must have been one of the girl's cows, or at least what was left of it. Gods, the abomination was a messy eater. He was glad, at least, it seemed to be starved and solely focused on eating.

His boots stomp into a puddle of blood when he charges at the thing and cuts its head off. That's was quick... and simple...

He's shocked when he hears a hellish scream behind him and gets knocked into a tree.

The Hound is dazed. He hears the battle cry of two voices. He watches the brothers do their best to stab at the thing that towers and claws at them. He promptly gets on his feet and charges at the disgusting fuck, managing to chop off its arm before it chops off the boy's head.

Just as he thinks he's about to get the upper hand, another vile beast pops up from the shadows. He fixes his footing and slashes his sword for his life.

One of the boys get injured. The boy's scream attract the monsters towards him, allowing the Hound to stab through one of them when it's attention is averted.

By the time one of the two vile cretins drop to the ground, the two boys are running for their lives with one monster on their tail. The Hound is forced to chase after them and curses the boys for running. He's not as quick as he was before.

He screams and grabs a rock, chucking it at the slimy tar creature. He throws and shouts some more until the monster is turned back and running towards him.

He slashes the stupid fuck with his sword when its close enough. It still picks a fight though.

He's losing his breath.

The next thing he knows, there's another monster screaming from behind him. The Hound prepares for the one behind him, but it doesn't reach him because its busy ripping something off it with a growl. It chucks something to the side. There is a separate whine that hisses with the wind.

The Hound finally kills the first monster that attacked him. It doesn't take much for him to kill the other as its belly was already gushing with viscous blood.

Once he's the only thing alive and standing, catches his breath and curses. He looks upon the fallen black creatures before him and reckons he ought to get out there before more come out.

But then he hears a rustle to his side. He immediately goes on the defensive and readies for another fight.

He follows the sound of heavy breathing.

His face drops when he hears the way the dog whines when he's spotted.

The Hound sheathes his sword and drops to his knees. He looks at Daisy, her one front paw bent, the other one not. Her hind legs were twisted unnaturally, her side was clawed. She was soaking in red, both hers and otherwise. She was panting and quickly losing blood.

Sandor reaches out to her. Her eyes were wide and teary. She leans into Sandor's touch and licks her nose in a panic.

He begins to feel a rage burn in him. He begins to feel loathe. He whisper-yells, "you stupid dog. You should have stayed home."

Daisy's breath quickens. He realizes see that she is trying not to whine. Gods, the pain she must be in.

He is about to tell her she was stupid for doing that, he is about to tell her she didn't need her help, he is about to tell her she was so fearless for no reason, but then Daisy whines. It was the most horrible thing he's ever heard.

Sandor huffs like he had been stabbed. He grips his hilt tightly, "thank you for saving me, Daisy."

Sandor screws his eyes shut and decides on what he has to do.

He draws his sword. Daisy does not flinch when he presses the sword onto her neck. He thinks about the day they'd first met. 

Fearless.

He strokes her face with his hand once. He screws his eyes shut when he feels her shiver. 

So afraid.

"You're a good dog."

His next stroke pulls Daisy's final breath.

The Hound stands. He looks upon his dog.

He screams.

He screams.

He screams, hell-bent on summoning more monsters. He kills three more stupid fuck, particularly enjoying how he butchered killing a young one.

He takes Daisy's body after. She is rigid against his chest when he reaches the village. He barks out an order to the villagers: burn those fucking monsters he killed. They were more than happy to oblige.

He passes the family he had helped. They are about to come up to thank him but they don't when they see what was in his arms.

He is swarmed with dread with what he is faced with when he reaches the estate. It was very clearly as search party for Daisy.

"SANDOR!" I cry out when I spot him from the distance. "DID YOU SEE DAISY WHEN-" I stop myself when I realize he is covered in blood. Suddenly, I feel awful for not asking him if he was injured before anything else.

His form becomes clearer as I jog up to him and call, "ARE YOU AL-"

I stop in my tracks when I see him adjust something in his arms. I knit my brows and continue walking towards him. Was it a head of a monster? Why was it brownish and not black?

The Hound gives me a solemn look as he inches closer. I furrow my brows at his expression.

It takes a second then suddenly, it clicks.

I let out a horrified cry.

The Hound buries Daisy in the garden himself. Everyone in Brown Wood watches. I force a glance at my poor dog, even though I wanted to do nothing but turn away. Her injuries chill me to the bone. Lucy stands beside me, clutching my arm as she weeps, but does not look at Daisy once.

Maester Yannick speaks some words for her, as per my request, before Sandor covers the grave.

Once it was done, maester Yannick comes to me and says he will plant daisies at her grave come morrow. I cannot find solace, I cannot find myself to care.

"Did you have to slit her throat?!" I demand lowly, voice aching and angry. I eye the Hound with hot contempt and cynicism, "was there REALLY no saving her?!"

"My lady," the maester holds me back, "I saw her body. Lord Clegane showed her mercy."

"Did you enjoy executing your mercy?!" I wail, ripping my arms away from Lucy and Yannick. My gaze does not trail to them at all, as I am intent on getting answers from my dog's executioner.

The Hound's face is blank, it enrages me.

I snarl through tears, "gods, I hope you did! I hope you savored finally being free of your bitch!"

Lucy calls after me as when I storm away. She means to run after me but shoots a glare at the Hound before doing so. She is momentarily stunned when he sees how distraught he looks at the moment. 

Sandor marches out of the estate.

I jolt awake when I hear the front door opening. I wipe my face and quickly stand from the chair in the middle of the living space. The fireplace near me had already burned out.

After the sound of locks disappear in the darkness, I take the unlit candle on the table beside me and walk up to the burning candelabra to light it.

I hear heavy footsteps draw closer.

Boots skid, "fuck."

I look up after lighting my candle. The Hound looks back at me.

"What are you doing?"

I purse my lips and turn to my feet. I clutch my candle, finding it hard to speak. 

"Lucy kick you out of her bed?" he mutters then begins to walk off.

I look up and follow after him. I finally muster out, "you arrive later and later."

He scoffs.

"It's been five days. I fear you'll not return by the tenth."

I pull my head back and stop in my tracks just as the Hound turns and chuckles, "don't worry, little girl. I like the wages of a Lord. Your hound isn't running."

"I know you're not running!" I snap, "I wonder why you think so poorly of yourself!"

"I think poorly of myself?" he hisses and points to his chest.

"Yes!" I bark and push myself up on my tiptoes to prove a point, "and since you are so keen to put words in my mouth, I hope you shove all the fucking pie the unwitting peasants gave you down your blasted throat!"

The Hound is shocked by my profanity. His face slips into confusion.

I heave and pull back, intent on walking away. And I do. I should have never waited for him.

"What fucking pie?"

I snap and turn back at him, "the one you could have eaten fresh had you spared a moment this morning before leaving for a monster hunt!"

Sandor is wholeheartedly confused.

I am aggravated by his expression. I wave my hands, unintentionally putting out the flame of my candle, "they love you, Hound! They're thankful and grateful!"

Though it was darker now, I see his face pinch in to a sort of disgusted disbelief. The sight infuriates me, it squeezes my heart, it pricks me frustration. I wipe my face and repeat the words that were spoken to me, "tell Lord Clegane that without him my children would be dead. Tell Lord Clegane that he has saved me family from hunger. Tell Lord Clegane that me, and my sons, and my sheep are happy to-"

"I didn't do it for them," Sandor cuts me off with a hand raise.

I purse my lips and slowly pull my head back at his words.

He lowers his hand and eyes me for a moment. I see how his gaze drinks my figure. He clenches his jaw and looks away, "you should be asleep."

My jaw slacks.

I wait for him to look at me. I wait for him to ask if I was going to sleep with Lucy again. I wait for him to apologize for keeping me up worrying. I wait for him to bring up Daisy. I wait him to do something, but he doesn't.

My eyes water, "my lo-"

"Good night," he dismisses and turns around to walk away.

"Aren't you-" my voice cracks, "-going to ask me to go to bed with you?"

He stops in his tracks. He does not look back, "do you want me to?"

I furrow my brows deeply. I feel like I was drowning. I let out a shaky breath and wrap my arms around myself. I shake my head and turn away. I chuckle dryly, "forgive me for even asking."

Sandor turns back, jaw hanging, hands clenched. He does nothing but watch.

"Do you know what's going to happen now, little girl?"

"Yes."

"What's going to happen?"

"You're going to fuck me."

Sandor laughs lowly, placing his hands on my cheeks. He swipes his thumb on my lips, "filthy mouth."

He kisses me deeply.

"Tell me honest," he mutters through kisses, "have you ever done this before?" he speaks as his hands paw at my sides, "I would not judge you if you did."

I squeak when he touches me between my thighs.

He draws out a deep breath, "no, of course you haven't; you're a good girl."

I gasp at the sound of thunder. I jolt up from my bed-- I turn to my side, seeing a sleeping Lucy's form-- or I mean, Lucy's bed. I look for Daisy in the room as I slowly push the blankets off me. I still when I realize she wasn't here.

I huff and wipe my face. I try to push away the thoughts of Daisy out of my head. I try not to think of her so much because I end up melancholy and furious. I, instead, find myself drifting to the dream I just had-- been having.

The mind can be so treacherous. I nibble my lower lip and rub my belly.

I tried, you know. I went to the Hound the morning after we fought about his coming home late. I tried to make peace with him. I tried to persuade him. I tried to kiss him.

I gasp again when another crack of thunder echoes through the room.

He wasn't having it though. He pushed me away and told me it was wrong, that we shouldn't be doing that. He left the estate shortly after. He hasn't been home since.

I get out of bed and light a candle for myself. I walk to my bedroom and light any of the candles that went off on my way. I wrap my arms around myself and rub my skin. I open the door to room as softly as possible, though it didn't really matter in the end because it was pouring outside and the noise wouldn't be loud.

With a barely audible creak, the door opens.

And it was also empty.

I sigh at the made bed. I walk towards it and smoothen out the already smooth sheets. I decide to get dressed for the day.

I head to the office, which as empty as the bedroom. I light the candles there.

I sit down on the desk and go through the papers, the letters of requests, the list of complaints, the finances, the works. I rub my eyes, willing my sleep away. I look out my window, seeing barely any hint of sun through the dark clouds.

I don't know how exactly how much time passed between then and when Arron burst in, but it must have been a while, considering how nice it felt to stand after hearing him shout, "HE'S HOME, MILADY!"

I immediately blow out the candles as Arron tells me the Hound was in the living area. I thank him for telling me, gather my skirts, and jog out of the room.

I cannot hear the click of my heels over the sound of the persisting rain-- the persisting storm.

I stop in my tracks when I see a trail of water in the corridor that led to my bedroom.

A crack of lightning bolts through the sky when I walk in and ask "where have you been?!"

The Hound is dripping in rain water. He has his back turned to me. He is undoing his armor.

I clench my fists and storm up to him. I circle in front of him the same time he walks towards the closet. He stops there, still undoing his armor, back turned to me again.

I scowl, "Hound! I'm speaking to you!"

He looks over his shoulder, the one he was trying to undo, "what? I can't hear you over the rain."

I burn hot with anger and march up to him, "I asked where you've been!"

The Hound looks down at me. He releases the grip on his shoulder, "does it matter where I've been?"

"Yes!" I snap, "you haven't come home in 7 days."

He scoffs, "thrilling to know you've been counting," he points to the window, "well, as you can see, it's fucking storming."

"It wasn't storming the day you left," I hiss.

"Well, it was when I decided to come to my beautiful wife," he leans down and jeers.

I knit my brows at him and pull back when I smell the alcohol in his breath.

He takes my chin between his fingers, "come on give us a smile."

I pull away from him, heart racing, chin burning, even though his touch got my skin damp with rain water.

The Hound straightens up and undoes his armor again.

I step away from him, "Job said he saw you in the next town over."

"Who the fuck is Job?" he asks, not bothering to look at me.

"Polly's father."

"The stable boy?" he turns to me.

"Yes," I hiss and I feel anger build up in me.

He says nothing.

I nearly choke when I say the next words, "he said he saw you coming out of brothel."

The Hound stills. He drops his hands to the side.

Both of us just stand there for a moment. The rain seems to intensify, and so does the tension between us.

"Tell me the truth," I mutter, "do you-"

"It was the town with the fucking unavailable inn," he shifts in his spot to turn to me, "I went to the brothel instead and paid for lodging there."

I purse my lips at his words. That was not what I was going to ask him. I battle with myself, trying to find the words I want to say. I revise my words over and over again in my head. There were so many things I wanted to say, yet so little ways to make it easy to speak out.

I shake my head, "am I very hard to want?"

Sandor feels rain water drip from his fingers.

I don't know how I feel about the bewildered and perplexed expression that spreads across his face. I do know one thing at least, I feel too exhausted to cry.

I sigh and shrug, "I am no fool, Hound. I learned through the gossip of my maids and my aunts growing up that men are simply like... this. It is their nature to stray. Of course, I hoped different for myself, but we cannot have it all, can we?"

"But I didn't do anything," he snaps. He deflates, "I swear by the gods, old and new."

I press my lips into a tight smile. I slowly walk up to him. He watches me intently. I hear his breath hitch when I begin to undo his armor for him. I half expect him to make me stop. He doesn't.

Sandor steps forward. There's barely any space between us anymore. His heart is racing. His hands itch to touch. He releases a breath when his hand comes to my side.

My stomach swirls at the feel of his palm but I do nothing. Neither do I look at him when I mutter, "maybe you should."

Sandor watches me remove his armor. He furrow his brows and whispers, "what?"

I drop the steel plate to the ground with a clank. It is loud even with the sound of pouring rain.

He doesn't like it when he receives no reply. He takes my wrist. I stop my task. His hand is warm albeit the dampness, and so very gentle. 

I finally look up at him.

He leans closer and speaks louder. He shakes his head and furrows his brows, "what did you say, pretty squirrel?"

I raise my brows, "maybe you should."

"Should what?"

"Do something in the brothels."

His face falls. We stare at each other for a moment. He is clearly in disbelief.

I pull my hand out of his grip. He almost doesn't let me.

"It's not a trick, I swear it."

"What are you saying?" he shakes his head faster and finds himself playing on the offensive, "you want me to be with someone else?!"

"I want a baby," I mutter.

Sandor's face falls again, but then it twists. It is unbearable to look at.

"Find a woman you desire," I turn away from him, "and give her your seed. You may keep her here if you like, and I will let her take care of the babe, but the babe will be mine."

His lips part.

"You're right. I don't want the memory of my family to be tainted by monstrosity-"

He shakes his head once more.

"-and I am the last of my line. My line lives on with House Clegane. People remember names, not blood."

He takes my hand, "I desire you."

I cannot help it. I begin to cry because of that. I break into both tears and laughter, "you needn't shield my heart, Sandor."

Sandor's stomach drops, both at the fact his own words have been used against him and with how his name was spoken.

I place a hand on his cheek.

His knees go weak.

"We've both hurt enough," I smile, "I know you think otherwise, but I'm not a little girl. I know sometimes winning means admitting defeat when the loss is great."

He grabs both my wrists when I try to pull away. I gasp when he does so. He holds me for a second then releases my wrists to capture my cheeks instead. He wipes my tears with his thumbs. He swipes my lips, "I love you."

I screw my eyes shut and cling onto his forearm. I let out another laugh, "I don't think you hurt people that you love, my lord."

The Hound is pierced through his armor.

He doesn't put up a fight when I pull his hands off me.

I continue to undo his armor. He doesn't move an inch.

"Will you sleep with me tonight?" he whispers. The sound of the rain is too loud that only him and the gods heard it.

Sandor had been out of it ever since his pretty squirrel ate his insides. He was thick faced, literally and figuratively; he's learned to take pride in it, to find solace in the fact all the years of flesh ripping torture-- figuratively and literally, had made him indifferent to what people think, made him apathetic, numb.

And yet her smile that day was worse than a sword through the spleen. Her disbelief in his words-- because she was right, you don't hurt people you love-- was heart wrenching, blood draining.

What do you say to that? How do you fix that?

You don't.

He knows you don't. You can't fix something like that.

And since this truth has dawned on him, since this truth has slit his throat, he's been a headless, mindless fucker. He was a dead man walking, and one more unwitting monster attack away from making it real.

"MILORD!" Carter cries, raising his sword to hack at the monster who managed to swipe his lately-been-aloof Lord Clegane.

The boy is fired up; his blood is pumping enough to enable him to cut the black demon's arm off and sequentially pierce it through its heart. Carter does it with a scream and regrets it a moment later; after all, they were in the middle of the woods.

They have to get out of here.

Sandor makes a pained noise. He feels heat surge down his arm and cold shiver up his spine.

"YOU'RE BLEEDING!" Carter gasps, mortified that his lord's armor was scraped off his back. The boy realizes suddenly that his Lord, the fearsome Hound, was not invincible. This newfound truth rips into his ribs the way, he thinks, the monsters would.

The boy immediately takes the Hound in his arms, though it wasn't like he could actually carry him if he wanted. Sandor steadies himself on the boy; Carter struggles even with that task. 

Still, the smaller manages to support his Lord out of the woods.

The next thing Sandor knows, he's screaming and thrashing. He vaguely hears the sound of footsteps skidding away from him.

"What's happening, Maester Yannick?!"

A deep sigh, "he probably feels the pain now."

Sandor realizes he's sat down on a stool, leaned against a table, or at least he was before he started flailing his arms around. He lets out a guttural cry as he pushes himself up. He realizes he's in the ward, being attended by the maester, and his wife was present and very troubled.

"My lord!" Yannick exclaims, raising his hands in both surrender and an attempt to soothe, "it's alright. I have stitched your wounds closed. Do not tear them open "

Sandor huffs through his nostrils. He turns to his side when he hears the soft way his name was spoken. Lady Clegane walks closer, hand wanting to reach out to him. He almost reaches back but then she digs her nails into her palms.

He sinks into the stool and watches her look at him. Her eyes are glassy. Why are they always glassy?

"My lord," Yannick walks towards him, "I'm going to wrap your wounds now."

Sandor huffs in agreement, or more accurately, acknowledgement. His eyes are still fixed on her though. He watches her hover around him, evidently unsure about approaching him.

He wants to reach out to her. He wants to touch her, to soothe her so, so badly.

He's shocked when she decides to take his hand and whispers, "shall I get you milk of the poppy?" 

Sandor looks up at her. Her voice was shaky and he hates how worried it sounded, how desperate. He hates how her eyes were constantly red. He knits his brows, "no."

She hisses, "are you certain? Your gashes are deep. No one in the world would fault you for wanting something to relieve the pain."

"I want to feel it," he mutters, "I want to feel."

She looks between the two of them in a panic, "but you've lost so much blood--"

"Perhaps," Yannick interrupts firmly. He starts binding his wounds, "he wants to feel precisely because he's light headed after losing blood."

Sandor straightens up slowly as he is instructed to. His attention is solely focused on the sensation on his hand though, on how the jittery squirrel was rubbing her soft fingers on his calloused skin.

She persists with this action until his chest and back is bound, she persists until Maester Yannick leaves the room, she persists until, next moment, she drops on her knees beside him. The Hound reacts in an instant.

He gets on the floor beside her, uncaring how it hurt his back, and clutches her face. He calls her name in horror.

"Are you punishing me?" she whispers as water in her eyes threaten to spill.

Sandor knits his brows deeply. He can't speak. He's too afraid to. Everything he's said up until that point has done nothing but rip them both apart. He was a hound after all.

"Are you trying to kill yourself to get back at me?" she mutters, distressed, pained, and defeated.

His face contorts even more. He hesitates but then shakes his head, "no."

"The boy said you've been acting differently as of late!" she grabs his wrists, "ever since I told you what I wanted from you."

His lips twitch. He looks away.

She tightens her grip, "please."

He is suddenly so acutely aware of his injuries. The pain throbs all the way through his heart.

"Please," she begs softly, "just tell me what you want from me-"

"Everything."

The way he responded was quick, as if it was practiced, as if it was reflex.

He avoids her gaze. He takes a deep breath. He waits for a response he somehow knows will never come.

When he turns to her, he notices how her face dropped. Gods, Sandor. Get it together.

"I want-" he starts but cannot continue because of how guilty he feels over the sight of her wobbling lip.

Sandor's hands loosen. They melt from her cheeks, down her shoulders. He grips the area, as if she was water about to slip through his fingers. He releases a breath, and with it, it seems, his thoughts escape. He mutters somethings that mean nothing. She doesn't understand anything.

She whimpers, "I have nothing left to give; you already have it all."

The Hound freezes when his cheek is touched, when his scar is touched. It's like it's being burned all over again.

"Is there something I can give you now?" she huffs uneasily.

He sighs. He feels the wounds throbbing; he feels his head pounding, "no."

"Then will you let me go now?" 

No. No, no, no, no-

"Or, please, at least loosen your grip."

Immediately, Sandor releases her shoulders. She sequentially lets out a breath and rubs the area. There is an imprint on the area of her exposed skin.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck-

"Do you want me to stay?"

Yes. "Do you want to stay?"

"I had planned to finish some errands before going to bed."

Sandor averts his gaze then slowly crawls back to his stool, "then leave."

It almost hurts as much as his cuts how quickly she stands. She looks down at him, "I will leave you to your solidarity."

Please don't go.

"I will tell Maester Yannick to come back to attend to you, Hound."

Hound. It sounds like shattering glass.

Sandor listens to the click of her heels as she leaves him.

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[kalims]

‎˃ ᵕ ˂ . . "you are the most beautiful person I've ever seen in my life—and this is the first time we meet so why do you like me so much?!"

meeting a beautiful exchange student,

summary. rsa and nrc have collaborated to issue an exchange program, whoever got sent to rsa was an unfortunate soul and he was just lucky enough to meet the one that got sent to nrc—the catch is, said student is insanely beautiful.

and, that student seemed particularly fond of him.

characters. overblot gang.

includes. gn reader.

cw. reader is described as beautiful but for the most part I usually don't describe reader, you are beautiful tho <3

note. if you haven't read through who overblots yet it's best to not interact, unless you're perfectly fine with the spoilers of who overblots

also all my breaths turn into coughs and it is very hard to breathe, especially when it's one of those intense ones 😭

favoritism in jamil's part I love it so much go read it all the others are mehh. jamils part >>> for the jamil bbg stan ellie too

riddle rosehearts

out of everyone,, riddle thins between the border of disliking rsa and just respecting them. well, the dislike mostly stems from the fact that it's his school's apparent 'rival' and he's got an ego big enough to get upset by the constant losses nrc dealt with the likes of them.

though if they're friendly enough he won't spare them the saltiness.

but seriously—out of concern for his fellow, why'd they have to send a student from his dorm? he can feel a headache forming because he just knows that particular student would break a few rules in his absence.

at the very least he hopes they won't slack in their academic duties.

so when he turns around, he certainly doesn't expect an unfamiliar face in front of him.

(riddle is proud to say that he knows the faces of his school mates quite well)

let me rephrase,, a very attractive face.

one of the most attractive riddle's ever seen in years and don't get him wrong! it's true that he hasn't thought of romance or anything related to that at all, pardon his languange and all but goddamn.

riddle splutters and he doesn't know whether or not that he did, or that he did because you just smiled. "o-oh um.."

see. if you mixed in riddle rosehearts and shy together most nrc students would have a hard time believing it but he's sure glad that there's not any roaming around the halls right now.

if there was imaginary sparkles around you he definitely sees them. "hello!" a greeting far too enthusiastic for a first meeting and you seem to realize that yourself,, so you clear your throat.

and your next one is like a more tamer version than your first. "hello."

oh god he hates to say it but you're cute.

like... cute cute.

he'd never thought he'd ever use that.. word to describe someone.

your lips trembles, almost like you're excited. "oh my gosh. hi! you're riddle rosehearts aren't you?! I watch the videos of the competitions you're in!" you grin and visibly skip from your standing.

riddle turns red as he nods dumbly.

"oh.. really? um... thanks." he says. clenching his hands together behind his back and he's aware of the awfully stiff, formal posture he has. somehow every insecurity he had just popped out and he's now conscious of them.

for the first time, he worries about his appearance.

is his bow even properly tied?! gods.. he never thought about it but the bow probably made him look unappealing and more girly.

but you look positively flushed, he notes. was it too cold? are you sick? should he hand you his jacket? well.. he is feeling a little warm.. "yes.. you're amazing! and, and—"

riddle didn't even question the sun outside, bright and searing just like his face when he thought of the weather being too cold for you.

cater was just walking around, stopping when he caught sight of the scene in front of him but he just had to take out his phone and snap a picture of the two, red faced people in front of him.

"hehe."

he just hopes that riddle won't ever find out about the picture because if he does.. it's off with his head.

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leona kingscholar

frankly leona could care less.

his dislike of rsa students doesn't particularly stem from the rivalry. he doesn't care about that at all but the sparkly, princey attitudes just gets on his nerve. to pair it up with their equally flashy attire? yeah, he's not having it.

he'd rather them stay away from him because if he sees any of them he won't hold back from wrecking them.

well that goddamn crowley just had to pick one of his own didn't he? one of vil's would've fit the bill nicely and a savanaclaw student would stand out like a sore thumb. though he can't nor will he stop said student from picking a few fights.

knowing the attitude of his residents it wouldn't take a long time for them to get sent back.

and as for that rsa student that got exchanged.

he doesn't give a dam—

"hey there."

leona's nose twitches. a [scent] smell filling his nose, a scent he doesn't quite recognize yet it still hits like a pleasant breeze compared to those over the top perfumed pomefiore idiots.

in short this person smells good. not in the way pomefiore does but whoever this is just did.

albeit a little dazed, leona turns his head to the side. meeting with crinkled eyes halfway. he just needed one look at your attire to be able to discern that you're the mysterious exchange student from rsa.

besides the obvious patch in your uniform the rsa students just have a certain feel.

leoma just stares at you.

silently.

the amount of time he spent just oogling like a fool embarrasses him to no end but can you blame him? your face alone would fetch hundreds of admirers.

you blink. "uh.. hello?" you wave a hand in the lion's head. funny how you just casually walked into his den, stuck your palm out into his face and is still in one good piece right now.

perhaps catching himself in the act leona's brow twitches. "what are you looking at?" he huffs.

he eyes you silently. most people would probably start putting on their shitting pants if he displayed them the amount of irritation he showed you.

you? you just smiled.

"me? aren't you the one I should be asking that?" you joke.

well you do have a point but he still rolls his eyes.

leona notes that you seem to have a strange fascination with his swaying tail, unable to keep your eyes off whenever it sways naturally. sometimes he just sways it by will to see if you really are interested but by the quick glance you spare you really are.

he ignores the flush on his face and scowls. it was totally unlike him to be like this by some.. pretty face! "whatever."

"you're leona kingscholar aren't you?! oh god and I'm standing in front of you!" you had to bite your lips to prevent the shit eating grin from fully consuming your face.

yeah? so he was. but why in the hell are you so interested in him..?

you place your hands above your hips. you look like a wannabe boss, leona muses. it's amusingly cute. "aaajasjajas can you please sign an autograph?" you say, scratching your cheek in bash.

leona almost resists the urge to roll his eyes. "autograph? you want somethin' memorable?" like you wanted something from him to keep for life.

you nod enthusiastically. memorable, memorable. wouldn't it be better if he made you memories itself? you know. spending time with him to the fact that you can remember the times vividly.

and wouldn't it better to keep him, all in his glory?

if he outright said that you might just pass out though.

so he'll start with the basics.

"yeah. I'm leona, what about you? what's your name?"

the process always starts with a name don't it? well. the bonding atleast, disgustingly enough. wait why is he even doing this?

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azul ashengrotto

azul wonders what kind of magic the exchange student from rsa holds.

it's not ominous or anything. crowley banned him from scamming nrc students but he never said anything about rsa students.

crowley doesn't know it himself but choosing one of the octavinelle students to get sent there works as great benefit for azul. just imagine all the things he could learn.. good thing most residents does what he asks so that one didn't even question when he implied spying for him.

of course he didn't say it outright but beating to the point but his residents seem to be getting used to him.

and he knows that the vil schoenheit would be delighted to indulge in the,, information he'll learn from neige, it's not that hard to tell the grudge the man has for him. he'd be mad too if he got upped that many times but if he said that out loud he'd probably be banned from pomefiore.

maybe rook hunt fits the category more.

oh.. only ursula knows the amount of schemes,, I mean business deals going on inside his head.

apparently he needed to get his head out of the clouds because thinking too much about his totally genius, non-scammy ideas whilst walking around the halls wasn't a good idea at all.

the fact that he collided with someone the moment he turned a corner was enough proof.

you see azul isn't a very strong man. all the power didn't go in his physical build but rather his mental one. he's rather frail compared to all of his fellow dorm leaders, hell.. that purple haired kid that follows vil around is stronger than him!

so the collision actually made him wobble, uncharacteristically taken off guard he stumbled.

pain sears across his back side and he doesn't know whether to groan or feel embarrassed. was anyone watching? he'll die.

all he knows is that someone collided into him.

azul places a carefully practiced smile, closing his eyes to flash the person in front of him a kind tilt of the lips. "how clumsy of me." he says. you are the clumsy one. he stubbornly denies in his mind.

the closed eyes always obstructed his view but that won't make any difference.

except this time it did.

he opens his eyes. "are you—" okay?

what in the name of ursula.

azul immediately shuts his mouth, opens it but once he realizes no words were coming out he shuts it again. he just gapes, with wide eyes and equally wide mouth.

actually wait he isn't okay.

first of all that person in front of him? was drop dead gorgeous and he's a little embarrassed to see that you've already got yourself on your feet and offering a hand while he's still trying to look good.

on the ground.

somehow.

azul turns red and he pursues his lips. there's comical steam floating out of his head, and the vapor had magically fogged up his glasses.

you stare at him gesturing him to take your hand after minutes of silence. azul dusts himself off. "oh.. thank you very much." he clears his throat. "I don't think I've seen you before."

perking up, you reply; "I'm new I guess. the exchange student ring a bell?"

"I see."

he makes a show of opening his mouth then nodding, acting like he didn't know before. it's not hard to miss when the patch of rsa is stitched proudly on your chest area. seems like they modified it for your sake.

azul smiles thinly. "in that case. I'm free right now, why don't I show you around?"

you beam brightly and nod enthusiastically. "oh gods.. thank you so much! I was actually lost, new school and stuff." you laugh. you don't blame yourself at all, this school was huge and your school didn't use mirrors a lot.

people would be suprised about the students preferring to walk because of 'nature' of the main seven heroes it worships preferred to. the students from the mermaid door like to walk despite them usually being clumsy.

though this man did look familiar but you can't place your finger on how.

"my name is azul ashengrotto, I'm a second year. I manage a place called monstro lounge, you could visit if you'd like."

why is he even bringing up monstro lounge so fast? he's totally not trying to impress you.

well it did work.

you raise your brows, your eyes flash in recognition. "azul ashengrotto? oh my gosh. I knew you looked familiar!" you resist the urge to squeal.

he tilts his head.

"you like, host many events in nrc don't you? I loved them so much! the venues are a beautiful sight. don't get me started on your after speeches.. your voice and your suits make me want to faint."

azul holds in his blush by pushing in his lips.

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jamil viper

there's still a lot to do. jamil thinks grimly. despite one of their own getting sent to hell itself (aka rsa, hell because it seems like a nightmare to be in there at all) kalim thought it was an omen and decided to throw a celebration commending a new start.

he does get it though. instead of being at each other's throat (one sided) the schools are finally collaborating with less violence than he'd like.

that doesn't mean jamil is fully on board with the idea though, more so that he finds out more workload would only be added to his plate.

man is stressed.

so here he is, voice honestly sore from all the orders and scolds he executed in a single hour. be it blabbering someone to do an order or going off at another for doing it the wrong way. if there was 20 jamil's it'd be done in no time but cloning is a very complex spell he hasn't learned.

yet— but once he does the dorm will not be ready for him.

the boy who issued the party himself is off somewhere inviting more people, which meant this party would be bigger than the resident scarabia exclusive party. since he's inviting people from the other dorms too.

hasn't he invited enough? jamil sighs. he's been giving invitations since yesterday. kalim might as well invite the whole school.

he doubts that he's entirely off the truth.

how in the hell he's gonna fit them all if he does into the dorm is anybody's guess. jamil is not a fan of packed places.

actually he isn't a fan of parties at all.

it would've been better to deal with if kalim announced the party weeks prior! not literally a day before it! yesterday was the absolute worst day of his month and there's like ten of those every month.

so imagine his stress when the guests already started piling in when he hasn't even finished the last snacks for the table.

he knew he should have contacted trey because baking muffins straight out of a tutorial is definitely not ideal at all.

to be fair he doesn't make them a lot and the last time he did was so long ago that he needed to search it up on how to make it.

kalim would've been perfectly fine if he left out he muffins off the menu but jamil doesn't wanna take any chances.

I don't think they're supposed to look like that. jamil wipes off the sweat on his forehead silently. staring at the definitely undercooked muffin barely even poofed up to eat

the door creaks open and jamil doesn't spare it a glance. finally some help. "can you hand me another batch of the batter? I messed up." he glances at the clock. well there's still time and the guests outside were grateful enough to dig in on the other variety of food.

jamil stretches out his hand after he finishes setting up another tray. though the voice that he has not heard before has him freezing.

he doesn't even move when the weight of the presumed batter is gently put on his outstretched hand.

"oops.. yeah that definitely looks horrible not gonna lie."

I can see that. jamil blankly thinks, turning his head to silently analyze the person beside him. one of the people kalim invited definitely, the boy would give an invitation to a person he doesn't know.

you just stare back calmly.

but wow. you have pretty eyes. jamil clears his throat. he grips the plastic of the batter and focuses on pouring the right amount into the cups. if he keeps staring it'd be rude and he isn't sure if he wouldn't stay distracted.

while pouring in the consistency he speaks; "I don't think we've met but thanks." he says, you smile in response. looking apologetic.

"sorry for barging in. kalim told me that you were here."

jamil blinks and his hold falters. a pretty person looking for me?

what.

"oh. that's strange. why would you look for me?"

perhaps he's a little suspicious.

"I couldn't help myself. I just had to meet the chef—" you pause and look over his work. "—and baker. themselves."

you seem oddly invested in him just placing the dough in the cups. he feels kind of pressured and dare I say shy in this amount of attention.. "why's that?"

wait he should probably tone it down. he's making it seem like he's interrogating every choice you just made.

though you don't seem to mind. your eyes almost look like they sparkle and they look prettier to him. "the food was unlike anything I've ever eaten! I've met five star chefs and none could ever compare. it was like the taste of home." you sigh dreamily.

jamil clears his throat and he's glad that his hair is over his shoulder so you wouldn't see the flush on his face.

it's nice to be appreciated and you don't seem like you preferred kalim over him.

jamil thinks. fuck it. "well. how would you like me to teach you over?" maybe he was being way too forward. it was uncharacteristic of him to be like this but can you blame him?

it's like your beauty was enchanted with some spell that completely lured him in.

he leans away and it felt like just a few seconds when you were both talking, the cups full of batter speaks for itself. jamil brings it to the oven and sets the timer.

your voice echoes in his mind. "I'd love that. let me know when you're free, I don't wanna impose when you're busy."

he frowns. he is busy tomorrow, the day after tomorrow and the day after that. maybe this will be a test for his patience.

you notice the frown on his face but still manage to laugh. "by the look on your face I'm guessing you're not? well that's fine. want to exchange numbers so we can talk when you are?"

he isn't sure if this was just a ploy to get his number but damn. you are one smooth, beautiful one. he nods, still a little dejected from his full schedule.

"jamil is free tomorrow!" the male in question doesn't know when or how kalim got in without the two of you noticing but he just did.

for once he's kind of glad for the boy even he's a headache most of the time.

you raise your brows and look between the two having a staredown. "that so?"

jamil turns to you and shrugs. "I guess so."

there's a trace of a faint smile on his face.

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vil schoenheit

it's strange.

vil heard from a little birdie, aka our resident rook hunt that the exchange student from rsa was chosen to reside in pomefiore out of every dorm, what was crowley thinking? as if sending one of vil's own into the devil's den wasn't enough

and only the students chosen by the mirror should be able to stay in pomefiore's castle.

so you can say that he's a little irked.

especially thinking of the possibility that the student could be acquaintances with neige, if they are then it's a game over. he might be being a little bitter about it but can you blame him? it drives him crazy.

rook might not mind, maybe epel too. but he can't say the same for himself and the other residents of his dorm.

vil isn't usually someone to listen in gossip but it was too interesting to just pass by the room with a door that was just conveniently creaked open.

"—I'm telling you! it's blasphemy. they didn't even bat an eye when I suggested them to use the right products!"

vil doesn't gaze inside the room, rather keeping his eyes ahead.

"hmph. the audacity. our advice would be worth thousands! did you see the eye they gave us? someone like me shouldn't receive such a gaze." the other one huffs.

sometimes his own residents could be way too feeling royalty. vil sighs, even he is a little appalled on how they act.

'right products?' he doesn't really agree. there isn't a right or wrong to which products one use, except is said product is actually really bad for the skin.

the lights of pomefiore dim compared to when it's morning. those were operated to immediately lower brightness in the night anyways. still, vil's favorite time is when it's quiet, serene and beautiful.

and there was a spot in the gardens for himself only.

but there was someone in here.

"those are apricots." vil points out. crossing his arms to carefully survey the supposed intruder, when he said that he knew each and every one of the faces in his dorm. he was being serious. and from a gaze alone from them gives him the conclusion that this is someone new.

perhaps a student who started late? but then again even if it was just one or a few more students for submission the dorm leaders would've still been summoned to witness the ceremony first hand.

the figure in front of him freezes. finger twitching before retreating in hesitance, completely discarding their previous action to reach out and touch the flower. most probably embarrassed to be seen trying such a thing.

"yes. it's a symbol of elegance. quite fitting for your dorm." they speak out slowly.

maybe he hasn't counted in his and your own reflection in the glass window but you sure do and you can feel your heart racing from the familiar features he has. sure, it's a little different from the ones you're used to. the ones where you weren't granted the honor to stand so close.

but he was still very beautiful. inside and out.

vil's eyes glint in recognition. "hm."

there's a quiet moment of silence. not necessarily uncomfortable but not that comforting either.

you open your mouth, close it once more but thankfully you've gathered enough words to speak out. "i, uhm.. the student from rsa." you say.

you're quite perspective. vil notes. he didn't even see your face yet you know it from his tone alone.

but.

oh. he thinks with a blank stare. who would've guessed? all the pieces fall together perfectly but he hoped you were anything but that. the title is something he started associating with you the moment you said it. all the bad things are sticking to you now and he doesn't like it.

neige, rsa... he closes his eyes and turns to retreat back to his abode. hoping to walk away before he starts to resent you.

the fire within vil grows a little harder.

"hey. I just wanted to say."

he pauses. vil imagines you looking his way, face shown, no longer hiding your identity yet he doesn't dare to look back.

you avert your eyes to the floor and are practically swimming in embarrassment. should you be blessed with the sight of your eternal love in nightwear? anyways..

"you probably heard this a lot of times already but omgiloveyousomuch wait that sounds creepy sorry uh.. I really liked your first movie!" you unconsciously rant and close your eyes, giggling then pausing when you catch yourself in 4k.

indeed it's something vil's heard a lot of times but from an rsa student? well that's something new.

congratulations you've officially peaked his interest. "my.. first movie..?" vil inhales a sharp breath. he didn't think anyone would remember that! he literally payed the director mounts of cash to erase that one from existence!

you nod. "yes.. I'm guessing you were new around there but your acting was just so raw that I had to rewatch it a hundred of times." maybe the hundred times were an exaggeration but plenty enough to stand near the truth. "ever since I've looked up to you."

vil stays silent.

you sweatdrop. "sorry that was weird. but I'm really happy I got to tell you in person. don't worry! I'll be out of your hair and you won't see me ever again."

that's right. this is something he can forget easily. he just has to keep looking forward and he won't see you at all, he won't ever know who told him the kindest, genuine words he's ever heard ever.

he looks back and you hold your breath.

wow. he was beautiful.

his eyes skim through you in the most judgemental way you've seen but do you care? no. eye contact with vil.. you're suprised you haven't passed out yet.

"beautiful."

you nod in a frenzy, thinking he was referring to himself.

you are beautiful. vil thinks. just before he hasn't even taken a look at you and he thought the exact same thing.

he smiles. "it's nice to have someone who understands flower languange."

either you were absolutely flabbergasted, all you can do was nod and agree to nearly all he said when he stayed for a few and talked with you.

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idia shroud

idia is feeling particularly antsy today.

he doesn’t know when, why, what, or how he agreed yesterday midnight to a meet up with his currently closest online friend. idia knows full well of the risks, is he gonna meet a ten year old or a sixty one year old?

well the meet up had him so distracted that he barely even paid attention to crowley's announcement. only making out an exchange program from it.

there's far bigger things he worries about,, like the fact that he's having an inner crisis because of the situation!

and the fact that his friend unconsciously sent an ominous message.. 'I'm closer than you think' what does that even mean?!

and he doesn't know what went through their head when they said to meet him in the botanical garden of nrc. like.. there was no way the barrier would even let them step foot in the nrc grounds!

still, no matter how bizarre it sounded he still went.

idia sticks out like a sore thumb in the valley of green with his flaming hair, standing there with a console at hand to keep himself distracted.

he got a lot of weird looks. seriously? the barely seen dorm leader of the mysterious ignihyde in such a place? what's new though honestly.

idia waits and waits, till he just slumps and curses himself for believing such a thing. there was no way you'd even be able to—

"ghoul666?" a voice chuckles. and... that was his username! it must be..

"(username)?!?!" idia nearly screeched out loud. turning around frantically but stopping short when he catches sight of you.

oh my god... are you an s-rank deity?!

you smile. "hi! you can call me (name).. it's a little weird to hear that in real life." you shrug and idia still can't pick up the jaw that's practically on the floor.

you watch in amusement as his hair flares and turns pink.

"why,, h-how.. what?!" idia splutters out.

"I'm the exchange student from rsa. isn't it fate that we meet like this?"

oh.

well actually he didn't exactly listen to crowley so.

who knew his literal online best friend was so awe-striking? he feels like a pebble next to them.

if he could have stats in his eyes he would but strangely enough it seemed like you would too.

you scratch your cheek. the atmosphere is kinda awkward. "it's so nice to meet you in person! one day I hope I can solo a boss with 1 hp too.."

idia flushes once again. nearly half of his hair is now encased in pink. "i-i could show you how I do it... not that you'd ever want to hang out with me.." he trails off.

you shake the remark off. "that's not true! let's go right now! uh.. if you want."

here we have two people completely enamored with the other.

clarifications.

in riddle's part, the competition refers to equestrian.

the positively flushed isn't a reference to a red face, but since riddle thought you were being sick maybe he thought it was. I'd rather call it shy behavior.

idia's part was rushed.

its exactly 40 minutes before 12 PM

#ㅤ◜◡◝ . . signed ! #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland headcanons #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto #jamil viper x reader #jamil viper #vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit #idia shroud x reader #idia shroud #no malleus sadge #x gn reader #x reader

[aquariyein]

MIKE SCHMIDT : PRICE TO PAY

cw : smut, oral sex (m receiving), gn!reader, sub(?)mike, not proofread

notes : first fanfic on the site, yay! and it's a smut oneshot too! please do inform me if there are any words that are allude to the reader not being gender neutral, and please inform me if there are any mistakes!

thinking about MIKE SCHMIDT . . .

mike schmidt; your pathetic little neighbor. you've seen him around before, sending him smiles and nods of acknowledgement when you both see each other. and you've seen him in action; especially when he went and beat up that man in the fountain. after that fiasco, you haven't seen nor heard from him for a few days until today.

mike schmidt who mysteriously knocked on your door on a cloudy afternoon, with a nervous smile on his face.

"hey, uh.. i know we don't know each other very well, but uh— since you're my neighbor and all, and you live pretty close to me, i wanna ask you for a favor— if that's okay."

mike schmidt who boldly yet nervously asked you to babysit his sister for a few days despite not knowing you personally. you agreed of course; how could you not when he looked at you with eyes that could made your knees weak?

mike schmidt who anxiously looked everywhere and anywhere to not meet your eyes when you confronted him about your payment. it's been more than a few days; more than a few hours of babysitting, more than a few days of talking with him, more than a couple of days subtlety flirting with him, and more than a week of fleeting touches and glances.

mike schmidt who doesn't know how to pay you back as he nervously looks down at his feet and the front door; maybe he should just book it out of here and pretend he has somewhere to be? maybe he should just get out of this chair, run to the door, and just immediately leave without reason? however, you on the other hand, you couldn't help but notice just how hot he looked when he was nervous; the way his adam's apple would slightly bob when he'd gulp, the way he'd bite and lick his lips, the way his upturned brows and pitiful brown eyes looked so pathetic; it had your mind going places.

mike schmidt who admitted that he didn't know how he'd pay you, but he swears he'd do anything to make it up to you. you think about his offer; anything, huh?

mike schmidt who immediately locked eyes with you when you went up to hold his hand gripping on armrest. you could feel it soften and open as soon as you snaked your hand to intertwine with his. looking at his big brown eyes, you couldn't help but move closer to his face; you failed to notice how his breath wavered at how close you were getting, and how hard his cock was in his pants.

mike schmidt who has to stop himself from groaning out loud when you flirt with him, your faces inches apart, and your hand trailing down his face to his abdomen. your suggestion had his mind going hazy, and he couldn't help but agree when you said you wanted him as payment when you looked at him like that with your sultry eyes.

mike schmidt who can't help but whimper and moan loudly when you're sucking off his dick that good— he genuinely can't keep his voice down, especially when you suck the tip so good. his moans and groans increase in volume every time his cock hits the back of your throat, and when you look up at him from where you're kneeling, you could swear that he practically had hearts in his eyes. his body felt like it was on fire and the pleasure was immaculate— the beads of sweat dripping down from his face to his hickey-covered neck. all he could think about was, you, your mouth, and the mind-breaking head you were giving him.

mike schmidt who had his mouth gagged with your underwear, but his voice was still as audible as ever with all the pretty muffled moans and whimpers spilling out of his mouth. he was bucking his hips into your mouth with his hand in your hair, begging to cum in your mouth. you felt his cock twitch in your mouth, and the feeling had your eyes rolling back ecstasy as he used your mouth to chase his release.

mike schmidt who spat out your underwear just to beg and plead.

"g-god, oh please— please, please, please... oh fuck, oh my god, i'm so fucking close— let me cum in your mouth, please— w-wanna cum so fucking bad—"

with the way he begged so pathetically with his head thrown back, how could you say no?

mike schmidt who let out the prettiest moans when he finally came, his hips stuttering as his dick twitched in your mouth; his hands in your hair as his dick softened against your tongue.

mike schmidt who smiled at you with his hair disheveled and his face sweaty, and his eyes crinkled with embarrassment as he gave you a hand to sit up.

you know, maybe this babysitting job wouldn't be so bad if it meant you'd get to be paid like this.

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[show-your-fangs]

I hate seeing sad Hotch but what about Hotch being sad and feeling he’s inadequate but reader does a BIG/GRAND gesture and hotch is floored and becomes like cute puppy hotch and is all like 🥺

this was such a phenomenal request, i just had to add a sprinkle of angst and hurt/comfort bc i am a whore. hope you like it!

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x f!Reader

Words: 1.3k

CW: sad, very very sad, angst, sad boy aaron

Tags/warnings: established relationship, lover boy Hotch, reader works at the BAU but isn't a profiler (just in case you haven't read Moments), self-deprecating thoughts, Aaron thinking he's not good enough for Reader, fear of abandonment, Aaron crying, Reader comforts Aaron, super cute ending.

a/n: I imagine this is Moments AU Aaron and Reader after their relationship comes to light and they’re just dating and working together like adults after almost a year of secrecy, so it’s “new” in the sense that they’ve been public for only a few months. 

Disclaimer: YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO REPOST MY WRITING ANYWHERE ELSE WITHOUT MY CONSENT. REBLOGS ARE ENCOURAGED THOUGH. YOU MAY NOT FEED MY WORK TO ANY AI DATABASES OF ANY KIND OR TO USE MY WORKS TO TRAIN AI. FUCK AI.

You hadn’t spoken to him all day, avoided him at all cost, not once stole a single glance at his office, at him. He didn’t think it was strange at first, you were both rushing to finish a mountain of paperwork that had just come in. 

He even ignored the fact that you hadn’t sought him out to have lunch together, claiming you were going out to run an errand. But then you left work early, so early in fact that the sun was still out. That’s when he began to panic. 

He knew he’d been a little distant recently. He’d had to miss your weekly date night twice, the second time having been the rescheduled date that he was convinced he’d be able to make. But no matter, he’d been called into a meeting just as the two of you were leaving the office. 

You’d been understandably upset. When he returned home to his apartment where you’d been waiting for him for the past few hours, you immediately got into a very heated argument, one that as much as he knew was coming, was still incredibly painful. 

But that had been a couple of weeks ago, you’d worked through it, talked it out, were done fighting about that. Or at least he thought so. 

He knew he was lucky to be with you, unbelievably lucky in fact, and he tried to often show you just how much he appreciated you sticking around after everything he’d been through, after everything you’d been through together. 

And yet he couldn’t help but feel like you would be so much better without him, that if he wasn’t holding you back you could be doing so much better. Your career had stalled because of your relationship with him, you were stuck in an endless cycle of having to comfort him, reassure him that everything was going to be alright when he should be the one doing this for you.

He’d caught you laughing, unrestricted, completely set ablaze by emotion a few days ago, and what had struck him hardest about such a normal display of happiness was that he couldn’t remember when he’d made you laugh like that last. 

You deserved the world, deserved someone who would show up for you, who would sacrifice everything for you, and as much as he wanted to be that person, he was also terrified of what he would have to do in order to become it. 

But he really wanted to, truly wanted to try, to make this work, to prove to you that he could do it, that he could be the man you needed him to be. 

He’d left the office the earliest he’d had in a while, making an effort to leave the paperwork he hadn’t been able to get through on his desk. He could get to it tomorrow morning. Tonight he would show up for you, to his apartment where he knew you’d be waiting after you’d unofficially moved in a week earlier.

He had plans to surprise you with dinner from your favorite restaurant, draw you a nice bath, and practically spend the rest of the evening on his knees, worshiping you like a goddess until you simply couldn’t take it anymore. 

He was practically buzzing all the way up to his apartment, excitement washing over him like a drug, euphoric and calming. He’d opened the door quietly, not wanting to alert you of his presence quite yet. 

But when he finally took in the room, fully dissected what he was seeing, the bag of take out, his keys, and his work bag fell from his hands, loudly banging against the wooden floor. 

You practically bolted out of the room, terrified, like a deer caught in headlights. You only calmed down when you noticed it was him, the hand that held a hair brush like a weapon lowering as a realization flashed over your features. 

He’d caught you in the act, caught you in the middle of…packing your bags and leaving him. 

No, this couldn’t be happening to him, not again, not like this, not you. 

“Honey,” he managed, his voice unbelievably small, on the verge of breaking apart. “What– we can talk about this, please, don’t– please don’t leave me.”

Your brows scrunched in confusion, slowly straightening, readying yourself for what you believed would be another fight. That’s when your eyes darted towards the spilled containers on the floor, his keys and bag to the other side of him, discarded. 

“I know I messed up, I know I shouldn’t have gone to that meeting, I should have told Strauss to wait until the morning,” his voice was cracking, pathetically, and he wanted nothing more than to have this conversation in the most composed way possible. 

But he had not prepared himself to find you like this, to find you in the same way he’d found Hayley all those years ago. Only then it had been his things, and tonight they were yours, and that somehow stung him even harder because last time it had been her kicking him out of her life, and tonight it was you removing yourself from his. 

You still didn’t move, your confusion slowly starting to turn to concern as he dropped to his knees in front of you, quite literally getting on his knees to beg you to stay. 

“I don’t want you to leave me, honey,” he pleaded. “Please stay, I promise I’ll do better, I’ll do whatever you want me to just please don't leave me.”

His hands wrapped around your legs then, face pressed against your stomach as he couldn’t stop the tears from pouring any longer. His entire body shaked, trembled, quacked against your own, his arms keeping you in place, stopping you from moving anywhere, even if you wanted to. 

“Baby,” you whispered and he only tightened his grip. So you stood there, let him get it all out as you gently ran your fingers over his scalp, shushing him gently as he sobbed. 

A few long minutes later, the sobs subsided into light tears and he let you unwrap his arms from you. You dropped down to your knees in an instant, cupping his face in your warm hands and pulling his gaze up to meet yours. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” you told him, wiping the wetness off his face with your thumbs. “I didn’t know this was bothering you so much, I thought we were done fighting about that.”

He let out a shaky breath, taking in the words you’d just said, allowing them to reassure his rapidly beating heart. 

“You’re not leaving?” 

“No, baby,” you smiled softly. “I wanted to surprise you,” you turned your body to the hallway leading towards his room, his own bags packed by the door. “I got Rossi to approve some time off for both of us – an entire week of sipping margaritas by the beach at one of Morgan’s friend’s resorts.”

His arms wrapped tightly around your waist then, pulling you further into him. “When did you– how did you? Why–”

“You’re right, that fight was awful, and I realized we both just needed some time alone together. To decompress and reconnect, just the two of us. What do you think?”

“I think that I don’t deserve you,” he confessed, the smallest hint of a joke desperately trying to hide the truth behind his words. 

“Oh, but you do, Aaron,” you kissed his nose. “You deserve this and so much more, I just need you to believe it. For me. Please?”

He nodded, his nose gently rubbing against yours before he leaned forward to press his lips against yours. They were a little salty from his tears and you took extra care to lap them all up, to clean his mouth of any reminder of what had just happened, a clean slate for the two of you. 

“I love you,” you spoke against his lips. 

“I love you too, honey,” he replied, placing another kiss over your lips before continuing. “So much it’s physically painful.”

You giggled then, light, airy, playful and carefree, and he couldn’t help but smile. Now this laugh he’d remember forever. 

this was...wow. holy shit. i hated putting baby through that but i think he needed to hear that.

my requests are open for pretty boy hotch, be that moments, dbf!we shouldn't (and yet we do), rough hotch, sugar daddy!hotch, or whatever your heart desires.

tags: @canuck-eh, @ssamorganhotchner

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[mitraoki]

Um I’m not sure how many characters you take but can you please do jealousy HCs for Nanami, Sukuna, Toji, and Gojo? Thank you Mun ☺️

when they're jealous. (jjk x gn! reader)

note; hi hi anon!!!! thank you so much for requesting!!❤️❤️sorry i didn't specify how many characters you can request for, but it's all good!!! already updated the rules for better reference. for now i'll only work on three, and when i'm more confident i'll begin writing for toji <3 hope you understand!!🥺 have a good day/night🥰

yes requests are open! thank you all for the love and support so far!!!

cw; slightly suggestive! sukuna being sukuna

masterlist.

nanami kento

+ nanami trusts you a lot actually; if he's going to be in a long-term relationship with you, he needs to be able to trust your judgements and decision-making in any trivial or personal matters. i feel like he desires to be able to have open and honest communications with you. it's not because he's extremely insecure either; he tends to be blunt with his actions as we already know. 

+ he's the ultimate silent jealous type. his fingers rap against the table quickly. his eye twitches a little. he straightens his posture. he doesn't want to go in guns blazing because you haven't showed any signs of discomfort yet. he keeps yelling at himself to trust you but OH MY GOD he CANNOT STAND the fact that someone else is standing inches away from you. you seemed to be leaning further back, and that was his last straw.

+ a familiar hand settles around your waist. you hadn't realized that your shoulders tensed up for so long until you felt your boyfriend's half embrace around you. the slight panic slowly dispersed when you  when you whiffed the addictive scent coming from the figure next to you. nanami grazed his lips lightly against your ear as he asked, 'want me to show you around? just you and me, of course.

+ now the situation has different ways to end up in - either the person he subtly glared at understands the context and backs up before they get questioned, or this person tries to gain your attention once again, which might result in his blood boiling further.

+ he's more than willing to vouch for you if you feel a little insecure at that moment. probably something along the lines of, 'i think we're done here.' i can also see a scenario where he makes sure you're away from the person, and then he puts them in their place. 'i'm letting you off this time. but do anything to my partner and this would not be the last time we'd meet.'

+ but say if you tell the person to back off, his heart is doing loop de loops. he is on the floor. on his knees. melting into a marshmallow as we speak. he's so in love with you.

+ 'were you jealous, 'nami?' 'oh i just happened to catch them messing with you.' try as much as you can and he will never admit it <3

gojo satoru

+ where do i even begin with this man.

+ being with gojo already means dealing with his fame frequently, and having him as your boyfriend is - you can say - pretty challenging. though he ensures you don't have to feel the pressure he undergoes too. he wants you to understand that he did end up being with you for so many reasons. 

+ you feel like home to him. sure he's been around, trying to find someone he could date, but to have ended up with you made him feel content. when he's around you, he does not have to put up any kind of facade to make you happy. he doesn't have to use his abilities in front of you, he doesn't feel like he's being used as a weapon either. 'only you've seen the weakest parts of the strongest jujutsu sorcerer,' he has claimed once. having all of that said, this man does NOT shut up about you. he talks about you to anyone he can find. his students 100% have heard so many stories about you already, trust me.

+ gojo is. the cocky (?) kind of jealous. THIS man would go in guns blazing, either bluntly or indirectly, no in between. he executes it perfectly too; so that you wouldn't be annoyed LMAO

+ LITERALLY anyone can make him feel like his guts are churning. when you're cuddling animals and he's praying he could be cuddled the same way too (he loves being small spoon). kids huddle around you and he wishes he could be a kid all over again. his mouth is foaming with envy. gojo is feral. the first time you've seen him spring into action was when this person cannot leave you alone for a goddamn second. they kept trying to grab your hand, which you couldn't tolerate.

+ without any warning, gojo just swoops in between you two, kissing you long and hard. 'ravishing as ever, my love,' he chuckled, pulling away. 'is that my favorite flavor?' he asked, pressing his lips together.

+ 'mm. it is. now, where were we...?' he whips his head to face the person bothering you earlier. he MAKES SURE he has his arms around you before saying, 'should i introduce you to my partner? oh. hate to break it to ya, but they're taken. try again, buddy.'

+ enjoys it if you ever did the same with anyone who's trying to hit on him too. would definitely make out with you after (/▽＼)

ryomen sukuna

+ extremely, aggressively, would kill someone for you type of jealous. sukuna is not afraid to admit that to you, or anyone around him. he finds it fun too - having you all to himself and no one else.  the possessiveness and power he holds is undefeatable. yuuji just wonders how did he manage to get you at this point -

+ this type of behavior probably originates from the time where he had a lover, but they were taken away from him too soon. fearing for the worst, he's gonna do everything he can to keep you safe. i feel like despite you reassuring him nothing of that sort would happen, he will continue to do what he knows is right - protecting you. he loves aggressively. that's how he has always seen it. in his dreams he's sitting on his throne, cradling you, keeping you close to his chest. a solemn oath to not let anyone take him away from you.

+ before he had learnt (from you) to trust you more, there was a time where he realized how annoyingly close a sorcerer was to you. surely you didn't plan on cheating on him with someone like that, right? 

+ with the rage fueling up within him, he was practically teleporting to where the two of you were standing. seconds before he was about to rip the person's head away from their body, you screamed, grabbing his hand. 'what do you think you're doing?!!'

+ 'what? i'm not gonna let some whiny punk take you. you really think i'm not up to your standards?' he looked over to the person in his clutches. 'you have some nerve, thinking you're better than me.' huffing, you exclaimed, 'sukuna. they meant no harm, and i already told them off. before things here get ugly, let them go NOW.' 

+ you think this man felt guilty? no. dropping the person on the ground, he walked up to you. 'they tried to reel you in, didn't they? you really think i'm gonna shut up about that?! what happened to-,'

+ 'god, LISTEN! yes they were. what do you think i told them, sukuna?' your hands landed on his chest, pushing him away. 'oh,' he first said, followed by a longer 'ohhhh'. smirking, he inched closer to you. you could feel his nails digging through your fabric and you could've sworn they left holes (to which he didn't, he just loved holding you tight). 'told 'em i was yours, huh.'

+ '....don't you dare try and chop heads off just because they were trying to ask me out. i'm not that naive,' you looked away. of course this man knows when to make you feel all giddy when you didn't need to. 'you hear me, ryomen sukuna?'

all created content belongs to mitraoki. reposts/remakes are not allowed.

#snow.writing #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk imagines #nanami kento #nanami x reader #nanami x you #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo x you #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader

[dyslexicmammon]

Unwanted

Characters: Lucifer (Obey me!), Solomon (Obey me!) [not together]

CW// SFW, Angst ig? Yelling, Implied Lucifer x Mc, Implied Solomon x Mc, Nightbringer MC/attendant MC, You/Your pronouns used

A/N: Hiii~ I haven't written something in ages and I literally cannot remember how this drabble came about but, here you go. I couldn't find a way to end it because for me, Solomon is very hard to write for/about. The ending is open to add onto if you would like! uhhh idk what else to add. I'm gonna try and write more of my ideas since I'm having a hard time with art atm. Again this is just a short drabble lol

Chapter 2 / Ao3 / Divider Credit

“Here's some food Lucifer, you haven’t eaten all day and I’m worried- '' You were cut off by a groan. Lucifer rubbed his brow and with disdain in his voice “If I was hungry I would have come down to eat at the agreed times. I don’t need you out of all people to worry about me. Leave.” He touches his tongue with his gloved hand then goes to turn the page of the documents he’s currently working on, not daring to look up from his work. 

Tears well up in your eyes as you place the well-prepared food you had made for the ungrateful Avatar of Pride down on his desk. On your way out you accidentally slam his study door behind you. You suddenly get a ping on your D.D.D, with its familiar and expected buzz you knew it was Solomon “I’m waiting outside ❤ ️”. You begin to move away from Lucifer's study, sighing and clutching your D.D.D to your chest. You hear a faint call of your name from behind the door. Ignoring it, you begin to make your exit. 

The tears are having a hard time staying in as they desperately roll down your cheeks. In the main hall you spot Mammon and Beel who were talking about dinner. Desperately trying to go unrecognised by them you begin to walk further to the left of the hall you were now sharing. “Where do ya think you’re going mc??” Mammon reaches out to grab your arm. Without thinking you pull away, only sniffling in response. “Yeah we haven’t had dinner yet” Beel says with a sympathetic half smile. Wiping your tears aside and in a shaky voice you apologise to the hungry demon. Looking at him, hoping to see that compassionate smile you once knew from your long nights hanging out and eating snacks. Only to be met with a faint smile from the gluttonous demon.

Mammon laughs nervously, feeling the tension in the air then announces “It's okay Beel! We don’t need some attendant taking care of us! We got this!” and giving his brother a slap on the back. Feeling unwelcome from the 2 oldest brothers' attitude you pick up your pace once again and head straight for the front door. A couple moments pass or faint grumbles from both demons until you hear the Avatar of Greed as he runs and reaches for your hand “Hey! You haven’t had dinner yet either!”. Unable to hold back the tears anymore, a steady stream begins to trail down your face as you start crying uncontrollably. “You said it yourself! You can cook yourself and your brother's dinner just fine. You can also clean up after yourself. You don’t need me! so let go Mammon!” You had never raised your voice at any of them before. After pulling yourself free from his grasp, you exclaim “Solomon is taking me out to dinner & I have to go. Not that you people care if I’m here or not. Oh and don’t bother cooking for Lucifer either.” Suddenly looking up at the banister, like he had control over your body you noticed the demon himself. Trying to hide the panic in your eyes you wipe away your tears and swiftly begin your descent upon the front door once more, ready to brace the elements. “Have a nice night.” you say, your voice cracking a little before slamming the door behind you. 

With the tension seemingly broken by the wooden door now between you and the avatars the tears flow harder than ever before and the air becomes heavy in your lungs. That's when you hear light human footsteps rushing towards you. Solomon was now staring in shock. With his face merely inches away from your own. He quickly but gently wraps his arms around you and holds the back of your head. “Oh my, Mc what's happened? Why are you upset?” Responding to his touch, your arms snake around his chest as you wail into his shoulder. Hearing the demons on the other side fast approaching, he picks you up and casts a shield spell to protect you and silence the yells of a certain white haired demon.  

“Let's get you out of here my love, our date can wait” he quickly begins to escort you away from the HOL. You can hear faint yells from what you assume to be the brothers calling your name...

#cant believe i wrote this i dont like Solomon all that much #but goddammit hes just guy #you cant get more guy then solomon #i have such a love/hate relationship with him #mauk needs to shut up #mauks writing #lucifer <3 #obey me lucifer #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me mc #solomon x mc #lucifer x mc #lucifer x reader #solomon x reader #solomon obey me #om! solomon #om! lucifer #omswd #obey me nightbringer #nightbringer mc #lucifer obey me #lucifer #obey me

[agentmarcuspike]

"Is there a reason you're naked in my bed?" part 2

cw: dbf!joel miller x f!reader, pre-outbreak, kinda... blackmailing? ig, no sarah here wc: 1.3k a/n: idek what this is, i'm just practicing, and hopefully someone likes it. working on my smut, don't feel quite confident enough with it yet. maybe in the next one...?

part 1 part 3 part 4

it’s been a week since your neighbor, Joel Miller, found you naked in his bed. you’ve been avoiding leaving the house since then, worried he'll decide to report you for breaking and entering. out of sight, out of mind, you hope, as if grown man Miller never developed a sense of object permanence.

admitting to yourself that not only being caught, but being caught fucking someone in your dad's friend's bed, had made you more excited than embarrassed was not gonna happen any time soon. although you had to acknowledge that the picture of Joel with your lacy panties in his big calloused hand, and the memory of his deep voice telling the younger man to get out of his house, had you chasing a high later that night, alone in your own bed, that you hadn't felt in a long time.

"earth to daughter, anyone home...?" your dad's hand waving in front of your face brings you back to the present. he's finishing a bagel, trying to cram a bunch of folders and loose papers into his work bag, which he only half-way manages without crumpling all of them. "you okay?"

he sends you a quick worried glance, and you nod as you swallow your coffee. "yeah, fine!" you give him a half-hearted smile, and he smiles back, grimacing as he takes a sip of his own now cold coffee.

you snicker at his usual urgency, and take another sip of your own, giggling into the mug. a knock on the door, and your dad yells for them to come in. the coffee doesn't make it all the way down your throat, and threatens to come back up when you see Mr. Miller in your kitchen.

"hey there, neighbor!" your dad says with a cheer in his voice, shaking Joel's hand. "to what do we owe the pleasure?"

Joel nods, quickly glancing at you, before looking back at your dad. "nothing good, i'm afraid." he places his hands on his hips, a confidence to his stance despite the news he's bringing. "my washing machine is broken, and i could use an extra pair of hands carrying it out in the garden to make room for the new one."

for a second you rest your gaze on his biceps, his t-shirt clinging to them for dear life, and you imagine how they would strain even more while he grunts and sweats to move the washing machine.

"i'm about to head out, i'm afraid," you hear your dad apologize, quickly moving your eyes to study the crumbs left on your plate before any of them can catch your keen eye. "but i'm sure my dutiful daughter will be more than happy to show off her strength. you've been working out a lot lotely, honey, haven't you?" your head snaps back up, as you look between the men, both looking at you.

you have. you've been doing a lot of pilates and yoga on the lawn, and you've caught your neighbor hungry stare from across the fence.

"please, no..." you mutter to yourself.

"what was that?" your dad asks, looking at you sternly, as if he didn't hear exactly what you said. "if you're gonna be living here rent free, the least you can do is give our neighbor a hand."

something playful, almost provocative in Joel's eyes renders you speechless long enough for him to say "great," and give your dad an appreciative nod.

"great!" your dad repeats, patting Joel's shoulder. "see you later, kid!" he waves at you, and disappears out the door.

you're alone with Joel.

"so..."

not a word has been spoken since Joel turned on his heel in your kitchen, expecting you to follow him, which you did. the silence feels awkward, but you don't want to break it, worried he'll bring up the other night, as you walk behind him through his house, and into his downstairs laundry room.

"grab that side," he says, pointing to the the back of the machine. it's a tight squeeze, but you manage to fit yourself between the wall and the washer, pushing it towards him.

"on three." he counts, and you lift together. it's almost too heavy, but even if you wanted to you couldn't have said anything, as you both grunt and pant your way out to his back garden.

Joel stops, and nods at you to put it down. you do. your arms feel long, and you lean forwards on your knees, catching your breath. Joel takes a second to breathe and wipe his brow before he breaks the silence.

"too early for a drink?" you look at him, still out of breath, and shake your head. not in this situation, you think to yourself.

"sit," he nods towards the sofa on the back porch and disappears back into the house again. you do as you're told.

Joel reappears with two beer bottles, extending his arm for you to grab one. he sits down next to you, a little too close for comfort. you can smell the sweat from the visible perspiration stains in the armpits of his grey shirt. you both take a couple of sips in silence, before you decide to break it.

"i can wash your sheets..." it's the only thing you can think of to make up for your sins, peeling at the label of the bottle as you say it.

to your surprise, he laughs.

you look at him, and he takes a big gulp of his beer.

"nah, that's okay," he snickers. "i kinda like it, to be honest"

Joel licks his lips before he looks at you, again with the mischievous grin of his. he gives you a quick up-and-down, sending butterflies to several parts of your body, and you swallow harshly.

"you--" you start, as he places a hand on your bare thigh, grin fading, but the mischief still very much present. he gives your leg a soft squeeze.

"i mean you can wash them if it clears your conscience... but it would be a disservice. i'd have to ask you to come mess them up again."

Joel's hand is moving up and down your leg, dangerously close to the hem of your pyjamas shorts you hadn't had time to change out of. you take a deep breath, and clutch your thighs a little tighter together around the beer bottle resting between them.

"you won't tell my dad?" you ask, knowing damn well that he wouldn't tolerate you breaking into your neighbor's house to get laid, and you'd have to find another place to stay.

Joel chuckles. "no, i won't tell your dad," he assures you. "as long as you don't bring that bonehead over again." that makes you smile. "s'he really your type? wouldn't have thought you'd be into guys like that." he takes a good sip of his beer, looking out at the neat-tended garden.

"excuse me?" you say accusatory. "what you mean, guys like that? he was really nice!" Joel looks back at you again, brows raised, before looking away again, shaking his head lightly. "whatever you say, hon." then under his breath: "if you can't see it, m'not gonna say it."

you roll your eyes, and let your legs relax a little. while lifting your bottle to your lips again, Joel's fingertips press a little harder into your inner thigh. you let them.

"so are we good, Miller? seeing as i nearly broke my back helping you move that thing?" you nod towards the washing machine, looking very out of place on the otherwise neat lawn. you had always been able to see parts of his backyard from your childhood bedroom window, and you'd seen him mow the lawn shirtless more than once, shamefully thirsting from afar.

"we're good..." his eyes meet yours, the tease in them ever present.

"for now."

#is this about to turn into a cucking thing lmao #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #dbf joel miller #tlou fanfiction #i mean barely at this point but ok #fanfic #can't believe i'm posting this why am i scared alhjsdgkjashgf #it's just a drabble isn't it #my writing

[viisoul]

★﹒HIS LOSS!

don’t be sad, y/n. it’s his loss.

cw : dom!toji — sub!reader — public sex — choking — recording — finger sucking — unprotected — use of the word ‘mama(s)’ — mirror sex (bent over a sink) — dry humping — dacryphilia — slightttt cunnilingus

a/n - haven’t even watched the new season of jjk yet… anywho enjoy!

a soft sigh escaped y/n's lips as she sunk into the seat of the low-end coffee shop on a rather quiet street of sendai city, the sky cloudy and a dull color of grey. she held the hot coffee cup in her hands, the heat not bothering her in the slightest. she brought it to her lips, sipping it with a saddened expression on her face.

the man sitting across from her had noticed how upset she was, yet had no idea why. she was usually such a vibrant person, outgoing and confident, and seeing her so down like that made even him feel upset.

the sound of the soft jazz and gentle clinks of dishes in the kitchen had quietly resonated throughout the cafe, giving it a calming aesthetic along with the aromatic scent of coffee and other pastries. however, hearing not even a word from her, not seeing one smile yet—, it was odd. she'd usually brighten up any room she walked into with a mere 'hi' or just her pretty lips curling into a smile.

toji placed his elbow on the table, leaning in so his cheek could rest in his palm.

"what's your problem?" he questioned, voice muffled from the sandwich he chewed on.

"nothing." y/n replied, placing the cup back down as she straightened her posture. she forced a smile, one quite obviously fake from the way her eyes were turned and her lips were curled. "see?"

"don't give me that. there's obviously somethin' wrong with ya. y'know, you can tell me anything. you've been tellin' me everything since forever now. haven't told a soul."

toji's words were true. he was always the one she came to when she wanted to tell him something, and vice versa. she was the first one he found himself running to when he found out he was having his son—, megumi, after all. he'd always rant and stress to her, and she'd listen and do so much more for him. listening to her problems was the least he could do.

she huffed. "well, y'know my boyfriend, right?"

"right...?" he lifted his head.

"um, well, he cheated on me." she let out a breathy giggle, attempting to hide her pain. "t-the girl he cheated on me with sent me a video of them... y'know. shes a girl he's always known and i kinda figured she had a thing for him, but i didn't expect him to do something like that with her. i knew she didn't like me since we met, but i didn't know she hated me."

toji clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "you serious?"

"yeah..."

he watched as she held her head down, lips beginning to quiver. she was trying to hold back her tears, but it hurt. her heart hurt. it wasn't fair—, after all she'd done for him and this was her repayment? she couldn't help but allow the tears to fall, quietly sniffling. she felt like a loser, crying in front of toji like that.

"look at me." he spoke.

y/n slowly lifted her head, eyes puffy and tears dripping from her cheeks. he extended his arms, using the pads of his thumbs to wipe under her eyes.

"don't cry over that asshole. he wasn't shit, anyway. i hated him. that girl probably wasn't even enjoying his dick."

she smiled softly, wrapping her soft hand around his wrist.

"thank you, toji. i-i know i don't say it much, but i appreciate you a lot."

"don't worry 'bout it. just tryna make you feel better. t's the least i can do."

she nodded.

"and hey, if ya want, we can show 'em what he's missin'."

"w-what're you getting at?”

"it's jus' a thought." he used his free hand to grasp hers that held his wrist, kissing her palm before running his tongue across it.

"toji... t-that's wrong."

"ain't nuthin wrong with gettin' back at the people who did somethin' to ya first." he shrugged.

"what if it ruins our relationship?"

"it won't."

"it's gonna be awkward."

"t's only awkward if you make it awkward."

"w-well..." she trailed off, eyes looking anywhere but at him.

"if ya don't wanna do it, m'not forcing you. it was just a suggestion, but there's a whole lotta other ways to make you feel better."

"...i'll do it."

"mmh?" he hummed. "you sure?"

"i-it's wrong, yeah, but... i'm pissed at him. i... i hate him. and i trust you, toji."

"then, meet me in the bathroom, yeah?" he began to slide out of the booth, feeling his pockets. "send me his number while you're at it for me."

she raised a brow in suspicion, but chose not to question it. he then sauntered off to the restroom, leaving her there for a bit. she chose to make a bit of time pass by scrolling through her phone, unfollowing her now ex boyfriend on any other social media platforms. she noticed that she received a bit of messages questioning her about the full story, some she ignored and some she chose to respond to.

when y/n finally opted to send toji her ex's number, that's when she got up and left to the restroom along with him. she was nervous, heart thumping against her chest with every rhythmic beat. she was about to have sex with her best friend in a public bathroom just to get back at her ex.

though, it didn't sound too bad...

toji was hot. she'd always thought that about him. he had a nice voice, sexy body, and seemed to be quite experienced at this type of thing. though, she'd never looked at him in that way or even seen herself doing something like this. if someone were to tell herself from five years ago that she was about to let toji ruin her in a public bathroom, she'd probably laugh it off as if it were a joke.

if only she knew, right?

y/n pushed the door open, seeing toji leaning against the wall while on his phone. a small grin grew on his face upon seeing her. she'd suddenly looked ten times as sexier than she usually did, her shy demeanor only turning him on more. though, he couldn't get too ahead of himself.

"ya sure ya wanna do this?"

"yes, toji. i'm not like you, y'know."

"what's that s'pose to mean?"

"i don't change my mind every five minutes."

"whatever. lock the door, unless you wanna get caught."

she turned around, closing the door to lock it so it'd be shown as 'occupied' on the other side. she then took a nervous step forward, holding her hands behind her back.

"so—..."

he walked up to her, placing his hands on her waist firmly. he took a look around the bathroom before guiding her to the sink, pushing her back against it. it was obvious that she was nervous, staring away from him and her muscles being stiffened.

"hey, calm down. m'not gonna hurt ya." he spoke, moving his hands down until he could feel the soft fat of her ass, grabbing and slapping at it. "gonna take real good care of ya."

she slowly nodded her head.

"can i touch you here?" his large hand snuck in between her thighs, inching up toward her underwear.

"mhm."

she sighed shakily when she felt his fingers rub against her clothed cunt, legs unconsciously squeezing together.

"s-sorry!" she apologized. "can i... touch you, too?"

"'course you can."

with one hand, she unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down, revealing his light blue boxers decorated with multiple ducks. she attempted to stifle her laughter, but she couldn't help herself.

"seriously, toji?"

"oh, i'm sorry, i wasn't expecting to have sex with my best friend in a public bathroom 'cause her boyfriend decided to cheat on her." he rolled his eyes playfully.

yet, she couldn't stop laughing, being hushed when toji pressed his lips against hers. he could still feel her smile against his lips, but hers were soft so he hadn't paid any mind to it. soft, and had the taste of coffee lingering.

that'd seemed to lighten the mood, and she had gotten more comfortable with touching him. so, when he pulled away, her hands trailed from his large, toned chest, to the bulge in his duck decorated boxers. she rubbed him good, her hands so soft against his cock that was covered by a mere piece of fabric.

not to mention the gentle whines that would slip from her mouth every time he rubbed on her clit, her wetness seeping through the panties she had on.

"ah—, faster, toji..." she whimpered, and he could feel butterflies in his stomach at the way her voice sounded when she said his name.

he, of course, abided by her wishes and circled his fingers at a quicker pace. she asked nicely, after all—, and she sounded damn pretty asking.

"so wet... feel ya drippin' through yer panties."

she threw her head back, her hands stuttering against toji's erection before stopping. he slipped his fingers into her underwear to get a better feel, her juices oozing onto them almost immediately.

"soakin' for your best friend, huh? wan' me to bend you over this sink and fuck you dumb?"

"y-yeah…”

"that's right. you'll forget about 'im in no time." he pulled his hand away, licking his fingers before turning y/n around. he thrusted his clothed erection against her panties once before letting out a hefty grunt. "look at yourself in the mirror, mamas. want ya to see how good you look getting fucked from behind."

she lifted her head, staring at herself in the mirror before looking up and toji. he placed a hand on her waist, retracting his hips and giving a rough propulsion, her body jerking forward from the action. he could feel her getting his boxers wet, but he couldn't bring himself to care about it when he had her in such a vulnerable state like this.

his bulge felt so good against her sensitive cunt, forcing her to let out breathy whimpers, attempting to be as quiet as possible. though, she couldn't exactly be quiet when he felt so good pushing against her like that.

she felt as his large hand slapped against her ass, a mewl slipping past her lips. he rubbed the stinging pain away, grinning to himself at her reaction.

"so fuckin' wet, baby. feel it through my boxers."

"y-your duck boxers?" she giggled, but it'd only been replaced by a whine when he pushed up against her harshly.

"m'gonna take 'em off since ya keep talkin' shit about 'em." he huffed, pulling his hips away.

toji flipped her skirt, pulling her panties down so they fell to her ankles. he watched as she throbbed for him, juices flowing from that little hole of hers. she could hear him curse under his breath, his fingers reaching to spread her out.

he then pulled his boxers down enough just so he could pull his cock out, erected and leaking precum.

"y'ready?"

"mhm..."

"m'gonna help ya show that guy what he's missin'." he reached for his phone, running his tongue across the scar on the side of his lip.

he switched to the camera app, grabbing ahold of his dick with his free hand before aligning it with her pulsing hole. toji slowly pushed himself in, a drawled out whine coming from y/n's throat.

he began to record, watching through the camera. he then eased himself completely in, y/n tensing up.

"t-toji—, t's so big…!” she whimpered. he was so big inside of her, stretching her walls out so good.

"y're so tight, mamas—, shit," he grunted, being sure to sound extra pleased so the person who'd soon watch the video would hear.

he began to move, him pushing against her ass as he watched it bounce with every move. he used his free hand to wrap it around her neck, using it as a stabilizer to make proper thrusts into her pussy. his fingers had the perfect amount of pressure on her neck to make her eyes roll back and heave uneven breaths. his hand felt so good around her throat.

the sound of wet skin slapping together resonated throughout the restroom with each connecting thrust.

"bet i fuck better than him, hm?" he let out an amused hum.

"yes... yes—! fuck!"

"that right? feels good?"

"mm... mhm! so good!"

"atta girl. taking my cock so well, baby."

and with those words, he ended the video. however, he wanted to further cherish the moment and record more, just to have whenever he was alone and horny. he'd never seen his best friend as someone he'd fuck, but here they were, and he hadn't regretted it one bit.

his hips were rough against her ass, cock so thick inside of her and she could've sworn she'd feel his tip grazing over her cervix at times. undeniably, toji was better than any boyfriend she ever had.

she pushed herself up against his pelvis, wiggling her ass when she felt him slow down.

"keep going, toji..." she drawled. "make me cum... please."

"you got it, mama." he roughly spanked her ass, rubbing off the stinging pain with his calloused hand before grinding his hips forward.

he began to rut his hips at a quick speed, the perfect pace because it'd touched every sweet spot inside of her. she was whining and begging, words slurred and incoherent. she squeezed around him so tightly, forcing toji grunt and groan. he'd honestly questioned how he managed to live without his dick inside of his best friend, because it was practically impossible to pull out of her.

"look at you... how could someone ever cheat on ya like that? pussy's so fuckin' good, baby." his husky voice uttered. he moved his hand that'd been squeezing at her neck up her chin, tapping two of his fingers against her lips. "open up, baby."

she opened her mouth, saliva connecting from the roof of her mouth to her tongue. she leaned her head forward, closing her mouth when he entered his fingers.

"let's keep it quiet, yeah?" he whispered, watching as y/n nodded her head obediently. "why don't you play with yourself a bit too, hm?"

she moved one of her hands between her legs, using her middle and ring fingers to rub on her clit and add stimulation. she was so sensitive down there, dripping and making it so easy for toji to thrust into her—, but so hard because she was tight and felt so good.

her legs were trembling as she struggled to keep herself up, and she found herself sucking on toji's fingers to distract herself from her legs going limp.

toji found this as the perfect opportunity to take some photos and extra videos to send to her ex-boyfriend, because he was having way too much fun with his best friend who’d gotten cheated on. his fat cock was stretching her out so good, hitting all the right spots and bringing her a feeling she’d never felt with any of her past boyfriends.

he was ramming into her ruthlessly, the camera shaking with each of his thrusts and giving the video poor angling, but it didn’t matter. her wavering voice let out whiny babbles on his fingers, taking in gasps of air whenever she could.

with her free hand, y/n shakily tapped his wrist. he took his fingers out of her mouth, holding her chin up and looking down at her.

“what is it?”

“gonna cum…!” she muttered. “don’t stop, toji, m’so close…”

“wasn’t plannin’ on it.”

“fuck…” she drawled, which had sounded a bit like a cry.

he raised a brow, glancing down at her face.

“no way, are you cryin’?”

“shut up…” she spoke, tears of both satisfaction and pain falling from her eyelids.

“you look so pretty crying for my fuckin’ cock like that, baby, shit…” he grunted, hips stuttering against hers.

seeing her cry had made him only want to fuck her harder, slamming his dick into her roughly and making her cry out once more.

“toji…!” she whined. “i-i’m cumming… fuck!”

he had to place his hand around her mouth to keep her from moaning so loudly. he felt her squeeze around him, and it’d felt as if she was pulling the cum right out of him. he let out a groan, one wavering and husky as he pulled out of her, allowing his cum to spurt in between her thighs.

he massaged her ass for a bit before coming down to one knee, lifting his head up and planting kisses to her cunt that’d oozed with her juices. he was recording himself, not only so her ex could see who was fucking her dumb, but how much better he was compared to him.

his lips sucked on her clit, licking her clean. a string of presumably his saliva connected from his lips to her pussy, it soon breaking when he pulled away.

“taste so good, mama.” he said, running his tongue across his bottom lip.

once he stood back up, y/n fell onto his chest. “thanks, toji…” she whispered.

“course… anything for you.”

and so, later on that day, toji kept his word and sent those videos to her now ex boyfriend.

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[eydi-andrius]

CORNERED

pairings: Miguel O'Hara x reader

summary: Miguel was known for his temper due to the usage of his serum and the changes it made on his DNA. He did his best to create a serum that will make him a permanent Spiderman but something is definitely wrong with the batch he thought was the one.

cw/tw: MINORS DNI!!!, usage of drugs, gun, implied non-con/dub-con, biting with fangs, threats, tags are not exhausted and please tell me if i need to add more

a/n: hello, so here's my miguel. i wrote this on my phone so i apologize in advance for the quality. i lost half of this and was really unmotivated to continue but my heart cannot sit still knowing I haven't write any story for him. i hope you like it!

as always, I appreciate likes but reblogs and comments makes my heart full and motivated to write!

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It shouldn't have bothered him, really.

It shouldn't have been a thing in the first place.

He was always being poked upon and pissed off intentionally and usually by the younger folks.

Especially, Lyla.

He should have been used to it.

He should have been done with his angry streaks after he growled and showed his fangs and claws.

He shouldn't have gone this far.

Yet, when you finally do something against him.

The intention to fight back and punish you was intense.

Even his spidey senses told him it was the best course of action.

Tame her. Make her your good little lady

You were always staring at him with contempt from afar.

He hated that glare because he did not come here on his own volition. Your eccentric billionaire father had invited him.

He offered to create his own lab, to fund his research for his serum, live on his huge mansion and even offered to give him salary.

He understand that you hated him for using your father's money but your dad said yes and he did not impose on anything. He just does whatever he asks him to.

With how usual your glare was he developed a special sense just for you. He knows if it was you, he also knows when you are inside the house and where, he also has memorized your daily patterns for the whole week.

It wasn't intentional, he was just curious and looking at his back. Maybe one day, your hatred turns violent and you just decided to stab him on his back.

He cannot have that.

Then one day, while he was in deep with his research for his serum. He knew this batch was the one that would make his spiderman permanent.

He did not hesitate to inject the greenish liquid on his neck. The injection sting and he grimaced when he felt the liquid slowly merge with his body. He gritted his pangs when he felt it stinging and recoiled at how it slittered to his veins.

The process was so vivid to him that every nook and cranny the serum entered was ingrained to his brain. He felt and remembered all of it. It was hell but tolerable.

The process was almost done when a tingling suddenly started on his body. It started out small, like a shiver, until it started thrumming and every hair on his body rose from excitement and……pleasure.

The image of you glaring at him was the last thing he saw before he opened his eyes and immediately looked by the door.

You are here.

His gaze was caught when the door suddenly opened and you emerged slowly from the other side, holding a gun, pointed at him.

The danger you impose and your fierce glare made him shudder.

Such pretty brown eyes. He wonders how it feels to only have those eyes stare at him. To have his hands wrapped around your delicate neck.

The feeling was overwhelming and he can't help the silent whimper he made. He hoped you did not hear any of that though. It's embarrassing.

Gods. His head was suddenly filled with thoughts of you. To mark and dominate you. He cannot help but wonder if he made a wrong calculation on the serum. Maybe he overdid something.

Because this feeling was too intense and it was all directed to the daughter of his benefactor. He cannot lose all of these rare opportunities for his human desire.

Desire?

"To whom do I owe this visit, mi mujer?" He cannot help but be surprised at how deep and sultry his voice sounded. He has a natural deep voice but this new sound has something seductive on it. As if he was a new man.

"What the hell are you? What do you need from my father, you junkie!?" She did not wait to accuse him. Her hands holding the gun, even shook in anger.

Ah…. She must have done her research and found out that he wasn't a pure Spiderman. Or at least, the type of spiderman she knew about.

How smart.

He likes a smart woman.

In this universe, they only knew about the Spiderman that was bitten but he had been long gone. That's why it was safe for him to be here.

It wasn't a long time ago when he met your father, he was the type of man that had money to pay for his obsession. He knew the guy would pay to have him close. It was down the line when he found out that the man has a daughter. He had asked him before if he would share his secrets to his daughter but the old balding man refused to do so. He replied that her daughter wasn't interested and will probably not understand.

How stupid.

He probably did not anticipate that the daughter he thought wouldn't be smart enough to check for herself what was going on, is currently down here with him in his lab. She's probably thinking that he did something to trick her already obsessed father.

"Mi mujer, you don't need to be so aggressive. We can talk. But first, put down the gun. I don't like talking while that thing is pointed at me."

He bites the inside of his cheeks to suppress the wave of pain that continues to slitter within him. It feels warm, yet the tolerable pain earlier is slowly turning annoying.

"If you were able to sweet talk my dad into helping you out, I wouldn't be as gullible! What do you need from us?" Her eyes shine with resolve. She will be a tough one to convince, and he knew that because if he was the person in her position, he would be suspicious too.

Imagine meeting a Spiderman who injects himself with a drug.

"I know and understand. I can explain but please just put down the gun." Trying to reason out he stood up, put both his hands in the air, as a sign of surrender and stepped forward.

She didn't hesitate moving back and firing the gun in front of him as a warning. There wasn't any loud bang as the gun was with a silencer.

How cunning of her.

"I will not hesitate to shoot you if you come any closer!" She threatened and pointed the gun in front of his face again. She looks so sure and mad.

So beautiful and bold.

However, the gun shooting at him had startled something unknown within Miguel. He toppled over and white pain froze him, he was kneeling down, head low and mouth open with a silent scream. His head was filled with that slittering warm feeling, now circulating fully on his system.

It was loud, eerie and strong.

He hears voices and screams as it tells him to take the young mistress who was threatening him.

It tells him to bite and claim her, right here, right now.

It tells him to have no mercy because she was for him.

She came here to challenge him, so he could tame her.

All the black on his eyes was gone, along with his reasoning, when he opened his mouth and growled at her. His fangs are fully shown.

Despite her surprise from the sudden change of behavior of the man in front of her, her quick thinking made her shoot and dodge him when he launched at her.

His body hit the metal wall as it slammed with full force. She cannot imagine what would have happened to her if that thing had caught her.

She dodge, run and did not stop shooting him but he was able to maneuver all of her attacks quite easily. When the bullet inside her only firearm was gone, she threw the gun at him and she picked up whatever she could throw at him.

A vial of pink liquid was the last thing she threw when she heard him yell a loud no and crossed his arms to protect his body. The liquid hit him directly to his arms.

She lost control and almost fell over when he saw that the liquid slowly melted his costume. Firm brown muscle and biceps were unwrapped painfully and she grimaced at how red his skin was especially on the parts that it hit directly.

She shook her head to keep her mind straight and look for the door. There is no time to take pity.

The door is five steps away from her. Miguel was on her left, struggling and the door was on the far right. She knew that if she runs now, she will be able to outrun him, so she did.

She made a full sprint towards the exit, determined to run towards the freedom from the danger, when the door suddenly snapped closed.

It was fast. Unnatural from the way it was supposed to be made. She had never seen it before.

She looked back at him and he was shaking his head. Hands free from any button that may close the door that fast. Her ears perked at the sound of a machine turning around. She looked around and saw a camera directed at her form.

She gasped and paled at the realization that someone might have set her and the Spiderman up.

Even though she doesn't like the guy for his unknown motives, he seems to be level headed and smart. Even though it was hard for her to admit it, her gut is telling her that it wasn't him who did this. Who planned this. Someone out there, behind that camera, orchestrated everything that is happening right now.

She frowned when the camera suddenly whirred and panned on the opposite side, in front of her. She followed the direction it was moving and the last thing she saw was a dark shadow jumping towards her and sharp fangs shining from the computer lights.

When Miguel got her under him, his fangs did not hesitate to puncture her neck. Her screams were deafening as he savored the feel of her flesh on his teeth. Warm blood trickled from the wound and he couldn't help but hum at the feeling of it.

It was nice and warm. He likes it.

Satisfied and sure that she was paralyzed by his venom, he let go and looked her in the eyes. His eyes glazed over, he looked like he was drunk. He can't help the shiver of excitement at the way she looks.

Her eyes were wide with fear, even with brown skin, her face was obviously pale and her mouth was open with shock. She looks like she is still processing what is going on with her.

She's so pretty.

He felt her shaking when his tongue made contact with her skin again. The thoughts to clean up the mess he made won and so he started licking her wound. Tasting the coppery taste of blood on his tongue.

"It will be okay. I will take care of you."

He promised and assured her as he cupped her face. He bent down and gave her a sloppy kiss.

He knew the taste of blood made her recoil but she couldn't move nor had the will to control her body. He cannot help but want to tease her more so he moved his hips forward and made sure to make her feel his growing erection. She made a gurgling noise which he just replied with a hearty laugh.

He let go of her with a pop, a string of saliva still connecting them before it dropped down, as he grinned at her.

"Let's see what you have for me, yes?" He feigned to ask permission as he gave sloppy kisses to the inside of her thighs. He stared at her with a grin as he slowly claimed what was for him. Her wide eyes fearful as she slowly realized what was coming for her.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara x reader #accross the spiderverse #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n

[multifanderwrites]

Sam Monroe x Autistic!Jewish!Reader (Well... Technically, Writer) Head Canons

[TW: self harm mentions, depression, suicide. heads up: this fic takes place in the year 2006, and I did this deliberately to make it reasonable for the relationship between the reader and Sam. Basically, Alyssa and Sam's relationship is now a thing of the past and this is after the events of Life as a House. Sam is over 18, so is the reader. I'm not quite sure l'm going to make this one entirely NSFW yet but if I do, it definitely needs to be split into parts. There’s a make out section, but that’s about it really. Btw, the reader is observant but not shomer Shabbat. So, kosher home, doesn't always go to shul/ synagogue. Also, this isn't me saying "you should convert to Judaism”. TBH, I really didn't have much of a plot in mind for this; I just wanted to write about Sam Monroe because Life as a House... made me feel emotions. In fact, I think that should be the basic message of this fic: watch Life as a House so you too can experience emotions. 😌 Oh, CW: the “K” slur, antisemitism, ableism, misogyny… but not from Sam because are you kidding me?!!! Okay, bye]

You're a very shy person. You don't typically interact with people in the hallway on the way to your class.

But on a random Wednesday in January, you accidentally bump into him.

Sam Monroe, who is just as quiet, and just as shy as you. Inside, he is... just as sad as you feel sometimes.

Your college isn't the most Jew-friendly place, let alone the most special needs-friendly, but it's better than going to that community college for yet another semester.

Anyhow, when you bump into Sam... you're going through a very tough day. Today's classes went pretty badly for you because you didn't get the accommodations you needed, even though you'd asked for them on the exact date you were supposed to!

So, you're trying to make yourself look like you're not crying or about to cry.

But Sam's cried enough times to know when someone is hiding their tears. And when he sees the tears in your eyes... his heart breaks. "Are you okay?", he asks you softly.

You put on a fake smile and nod. "Mhm."

But the look on your face says otherwise. But before you can leave to get to class, Sam stops you. Mind you, he's pretty sure that you're not doing okay. So, when he stops you, it's a gentle stop. More like a hand on your shoulder. "You don't look okay," he says.

"I need to get to my next class," you reply. "I'm sorry for bumping into you."

He smiles as you walk away. He doesn't look away as you head towards your class. "You can bump into me anytime," he whispers.

The second time you meet Sam, it's at lunch.

You're sitting alone, eating your lunch... and you're still feeling very upset about the fact that your accommodations haven't been put in place yet.

Sam finds you under the tree he usually sits. With a smile, he walks up to you. "Mind if I sit with you?, he asks. You shrug, too emotionally exhausted to answer. The smile on his face fades away as he sits next to you. His eyes are immediately drawn to the dried tears on your cheeks. "I knew you weren't okay," you hear him say. "Come here." And then, you feel an arm wrapping around your shoulder. Too upset with yourself to protest, you allow him to pull you to his chest and hold you. "I'm Sam, by the way," he says as he gently begins to rub his hand up and down your forearm.

"I'm Y/N," you mumble as you feel new tears stinging your eyes.

He smiles weakly at the sound of your voice. "Very pretty name," he tells you. "So, what's wrong, Y/N?"

You tell him about the issues with your accommodations. To your surprise, he's extremely sympathetic. He doesn't judge you, just listens and allows you to vent.

You end up exchanging numbers because you both know you'll need to talk to each other again. You're not sure what you'll talk about, but you hope that Sam doesn't forget you.

But that's the thing: Sam Monroe isn't forgetting about you any time soon.

He texts you on Thursday morning, asking you if you've gotten the accommodations you needed for your classes.

"I don't know yet, but here's hoping!", you reply.

"Let me know if there's anything I can do to help," he texts back. And then... "<3"

He sends a single heart. To you. You've only known him for a day... and he sends you a heart? You send him a heart right back. Genuinely, you mean it.

And in response, he texts, "Wanna have lunch together again?"

"Oh, absolutely!"

Come lunchtime, you run to him with a big smile on your face. He returns it. "Well?"

"I'm accommodated!", you say as you spread your arms out.

"You're accommodated?"

"I'm accommodated!"

He laughs and scoops you in his arms, spins you around in a circle. Sam puts you back on the ground and pulls back with a grin. "I'm so happy to hear that," he tells you. The way he's looking at you now makes you feel like you're everything to him. Oh, little do you know. And oh, little does he know. Well... maybe he knows a little. "How should we celebrate?", he asks.

You shrug. "You choose."

"Me?"

"Yeah. I mean..." you trail off... then you mumble, "You kind of saved me from doing something stupid."

This confuses him, but he doesn't question it. But he'll save the question for a rainy day. "Okay." He pretends to think of a way to celebrate this little victory of yours, then... "Dinner, tomorrow night."

Your face falls. Your parents want you home for Shabbat dinner tomorrow... but this boy is asking you out??!! At least, you think he is. "I... have this thing tomorrow night." Uh-oh. Think, Y/N! Think! No, wait- "But you could come!"

Oh. Oh no. Wait... you might not have lost your chance! Why is he smiling? "Oh. Cool. What's tomorrow night?", he asks.

You're a little hesitant to say it... but you'd rather not surprise him. So, you answer, "Shabbat at my parents."

Sam... doesn't seem to be even a little disappointed. "You're Jewish," he replies with a smile.

You don't smile back, but you confirm that yes, you are Jewish.

"That's cool," he says.

"How?"

Sam laughs and replies, “I don’t know. It’s just… I’ve never been invited to any kind of Shabbat dinners before. But it’s supposed to be the end of the week, right?”

You nod. “We have a dog at my house. Is that okay?”

“Yeah. I love dogs,” he says, can’t help thinking of his father’s dog. The yellow Labrador has been gone for two years now, but Sam is certain that his father is reunited with the dog at last.

You two meet up in the parking lot the next day, and you help him drive to your house.

Your mother and father immediately like Sam, and so does your dog Zip. [listen: my fan fiction, my rules. Important rule: my dearly departed Biggle lives on forever in my writing. 😌] The feeling is mutual. Sam feels right at home with your parents, and when your father offers to bless him after kiddish (the blessing over the wine)… it stuns him. But Sam feels honored.

The meal of the night is your mother’s homemade macaroni and cheese, as well as salmon. You just have the macaroni and cheese because… you have issues with texture. But your new friend enjoys your mother’s cooking!

Actually, Sam enjoys hanging out with your family! Genuinely, he’s having a great time with you guys!

Over the weekend, he gets to know you even better. And in turn, you get to know him more. He lets you know about his struggles with mental health… which you can relate to.

It’s on a different level than his, but it’s still relevant. And when he tells you that he’s open to listening to you… you burst into tears.

Talking about your internalized misogyny, antisemitism, and ableism is not easy for you… but Sam is patient, allowing you to take your time to gather your thoughts. You censor yourself, fearing what he’d say if he knew that you’ve tried to harm yourself in the past… in the recent past.

But he does listen to you speak about all these issues, and he doesn’t judge you. When you’ve exhausted yourself from all that talk, you collapse in his lap. With gentle fingers, Sam plays with your hair. He tells you, “I’m so sorry you’ve been holding all that in, Y/N. But please know that I won’t ignore you. I’m not a therapist… but I’ll help in whatever way I can.” I love you, he almost says. But perhaps it’s too early for him to say such a thing. Still, he does love you. This he’s certain of. But do you love him?

Yes. You do. But you worry that he won’t return your feelings. Still, you can’t hide your blushing when his fingers graze against your face as he plays with your locks. “Thank you, Sam,” you mutter softly.

You end up falling asleep in his lap, which Sam finds adorable. Gently, he moves you so that your head is laying against his chest. His arms wrap around you tightly, protecting you from any bad dreams that might arise in your slumber. He’s so very sure that he loves you because he doesn’t want you to leave any time soon. Oh, how he loves you. This girl, so easy to trust and so sweet.

But underneath all that kindness, Sam now knows that there’s a ton of pain and suffering in your heart. And that’s what reminds him of something that you said that Thursday afternoon when you guys spoke: he saved you from doing something stupid.

Sam puts the pieces together… and correctly comes to the realization that you meant… hurting yourself, or worse. This makes him feel more protective of you, and he holds you even tighter. He barely knows you, but he’s so sure that he loves you. And even if he wasn’t, he can’t imagine life without you.

He realizes that he’s crying now because the thought of you being in pain is just too much. You’re still fast asleep… but Sam hopes that you’ll still feel his lips gently touching the top of your head. “Don’t forget that you matter,” he whispers softly as he waits for you to wake. He wants you to wake up, so he can tell you the truth: that he knows that you’re really suffering… but that he loves you regardless. And he wants to tell you how beautiful you are to him, and how wonderful you are.

Sam’s not sure if he’s ever loved anyone this much… but the only person he can think of that would come close is his father. And he didn’t realize how much he loved George until that summer. Now, here you are… and Sam has quickly fallen in love with you. In your sleep, you cling to him tightly. And in return, he kisses the top of your head.

“I don’t know if you can hear me, Y/N,” he whispers tenderly, “but if you can, I love you. I know we’ve only known each other for a few days but I love you. And I’m always here for you. I’m not sure if you love me too… but even if you didn’t… it wouldn’t matter. You can’t ask me to stop caring for you… because I know what it’s like to feel like nothing.”

You’ve actually been awake for a while now… and you heard that heartfelt speech from the boy who has been nothing but kind to you from the get go. And now… you open your eyes, and you look at him with tears. You tell him, “Sam, I love you too.”

Hearing you say this makes him feel relieved… but he knows that things have to move slowly. He’s not keen on repeating the relationship between himself and Alyssa, which ended mutually, but still. He doesn’t have any intention of making you feel uncomfortable or cornered. So, he just holds you in his arms as he talks. “I hate to ask… but what did you mean by ‘doing something stupid’? What did I save you from?”

“I… didn’t think you’d remember that,” you reply sheepishly.

“Well, I remember everything you say,” he shoots back as he runs his fingers through your hair. The smile on his face is gone as quickly as it came… because he knows that your answer won’t be easy to say. “So? What did you mean when you said that?”

You sigh deeply and snuggle into his chest even further- can you go any further?- as you answer. “To be completely honest, Sam… I don’t think I would’ve actually done it… but I was thinking about killing myself that day. But I would’ve never actually done it because… I just have too much going on. And I know my parents would be devastated… and so would Zip.” Your cheeks heat up when Sam traces your face with his thumb. “And then you came along, and now… I don’t think it’s possible for me to go through with any plans of suicide. But even if there was, I think I would’ve chickened out.”

“That’s not chickening out. I think that’s really brave, Y/N. I mean, you’re choosing to live,” he says with tears in his eyes. He sniffles and laughs. “As if I didn’t need any more reasons to love you.”

You feel shame, because you don’t think that you’re brave. “Sam, I’ve hurt myself,” you confess.

Rather than berate you, he just continues to hold you in such an affectionate way. His eyes are full of love for you. “Don’t take this the wrong way but I figured,” he replies.

You can’t help trembling now… but still, you trust Sam. “How?”

He shrugs and then says, “It takes one to know one. But don’t worry. I promise I’ll be here for you. I’ve been clean for almost three years, and I still have the urge sometimes but… now, I’m finding more reasons not to give up.” He drifts close to your face, his eyes trained on your lips. “And do you wanna know something special?” He cups both of your cheeks and smiles. “You’re one of those new reasons.”

You immediately start to cry when you hear that. “You’re quite the charmer, Sam Monroe,” you quip.

There’s such tenderness in the way he’s acting now, and that’s no accident. “Has anyone ever kissed you before, Y/N?”

You shake your head. “I’ve never really had any serious relationships… or any relationship for that matter,” you tell him.

He finds this very sad, considering how lovely you are. But he also finds pride in knowing that he’s your first kiss. And perhaps he can be more than that. But time will tell. Still… he is sure of one thing: he loves you so much. “Close your eyes,” he says softly. As soon as your eyes are closed, he presses his lips to yours. He’s gentle, but all the more passionate. He’s addicted to you now, and he’s certain that you deserve to feel loved and cared for by him. And not just him. Everyone. When he pulls away, the first thing he sees is your eyes filled with tears. He wipes them all away. “Was that good?”

You nod.

“Do you want more?”

Again, you nod. Because you need to kiss him again. Perhaps you need to do more, but you also don’t want to rush things. Even so, the feeling of being kissed by this guy… it doesn’t compare to anything else you’ve ever experienced.

From that point forward, you and Sam Monroe are inseparable. Save for when you two have to go to classes… and home. But still, you two are so attached to each other.

There’s a few people who don’t like that he’s dating a Jewish girl- cue the snickers from jealous girls who are starting to call you antisemitic names- or even that he’s dating someone on the autism spectrum.

But he’s far too happy with his new girlfriend to care. Oh boy, does he love spending time with you. And hearing your laugh makes him smile, no matter what it is that’s causing your laughter. It’s random sometimes, but if it’s bringing you joy, Sam really doesn’t care. All that matters is your happiness.

Intimacy with Sam is a challenge at first, but you overcome it. Around Valentine’s Day, you work up the courage to let him give you a hickey.

The way he latches onto your neck is strange at first… but when you feel his arms tightening around you, it’s enough to make you relax. And the moans that come from you are enough to drive him crazy. You hold him tightly too, wanting to feel him while he sucks on your neck passionately.

Immediately after marking you, he kisses your lips. The kiss is filled with lust, and it’s a little more aggressive than you’re used to but you like it. And the way he’s holding you… it gives you butterflies in your stomach… and they fly real low. [another NPMD reference. 😏] The way his tongue slides against yours makes you feel so good.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says against your lips. “God, Y/N, you’re so beautiful.”

You freeze.

Noticing this, Sam stops and gets off of your body. “Baby, are you okay?”, he asks as he helps you sit up. You start to cry, which makes your boyfriend sad. Still, he made a promise to you, and so, he hugs you while you sob. “I got you, baby,” he whispers softly.

“I’m not beautiful, Sam,” you say with a shaky voice.

“What are you talking about? Of course you are. You are so beautiful.” Before you can even argue, he pulls back and takes your face in his hands. “Y/N, look at me. Please, sweetheart.” When your eyes meet his, the first thing he does is kiss your forehead. “You take my breath away, baby. Every time I look at you, I feel like I’m looking at an angel.” [I know it’s not Anakin but could you please leave me alone and let me write my fan fiction?] Sam strokes your cheeks as he continues telling you about yourself. “Every day, I count myself lucky to know you. Not even that. But I get to call you my girlfriend?”

“Well, your girlfriend’s a kike, so-“

Sam frowns when you say that word. That awful word that has been used to harm Jewish people for over a century. “Hey. Please don’t say that, baby,” he pleads softly.

“That’s what some of the people on campus say.”

Internally, he rolls his eyes. “Well, they’re idiots,” he replies as he drifts close to your face. “And they don’t deserve your time.”

[To be continued… because the next part absolutely has to be smut. I really don’t see any other way to do it other than with very fluffy smut. I think that might be my signature thing. 👀]

#fanfiction #star wars #anakin skywalker #hayden christensen #darth vader #sam monroe x reader #sam monroe #life as a house #Hayden Christensen fluff #TW: k slur #jewish!reader #autistic!reader #Sam Monroe fluff #sam monroe fanfiction #very fluffy

[telekineticseance]

FLY BY NIGHT

pairing: matt stone x f! assistant reader

summary: the plane ride home

genre: fluff / smut

word count: 2116

cw: legal age gap, oral (male receiving), semi public sex, fingering

author's note: happy birthday matt stone

if you haven't read the first part check it out here: "CIRCUMSTANCES"

The rest of the night at the restaurant was more on the interesting side. Matt kept his hand on your upper thigh, rubbing it with his thumb as much as he could and if someone walked by the two of you he would pull his hand away and act as if nothing happened. Which honestly, you understood. If others from the office had figured out what happened between the two of you, they would probably not be as on the positive side as you would wish they would be. He would occasionally lean over and whisper a joke in your ear or two if he noticed you were drifting from the conversations people were having around the table.

“Come with me I want to show you something,” He whispered before getting up and you followed with him, he grabbed your hand once the two of you were out of vision from the table as he took you to the empty cave part of the restaurant. He walked next to you, the cave dimly lit by a few lights throughout as he looked down at you. “I loved this place when I was a kid,” He told you, “Never seen it this quiet though.”

He leaned down pressing a light kiss to your forehead, while the two of you walked throughout the cave. You watched the joy sparkle in his eyes as he looked around the walls, revealing a different side of him. As the two of you walked, he pointed out random moments from his past that happened in the cave, such as a kid throwing up when he went to a birthday party. The two of you reached the end of the cave and he stopped walking before wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close. “Can we be serious for a minute?”

You nodded slowly, looking up at him and he let out a sigh, “This…is dangerous. For both of us.” Your face dropped a little as you nodded. You knew it was, you just didn’t want to admit it. “I know,” You whispered as he reached his hand up to caress your face. You leaned against his hand, feeling the warmth from it.

“I’m really sorry for what I did. I just,” He let out another sigh, “I don’t know. I was an asshole and I still am an asshole. I just think I was scared.”

“Scared of what?” You asked him softly. “Just everything. You’re someone special to me Y/N. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I really do care about you. Trust me when I say if any other assistant called me at 3am, I probably wouldn’t have answered.”

You held back a small smile as you looked at him, trying to stay serious, but hearing him say that made you feel something, “I understand. I mean..this is pretty scary.” You told him, looking at him, putting your hands on his chest in a loving manner. He put his hands over yours, bringing them to his lips and kissing them gently. “Just..do you want to continue whatever this is?”

You thought for a moment on his question. Of course you wanted this, the chance to finally be in his arms. Fill the feeling you’ve been having for years. But at the same time, it was dangerous like he said. Both of your reputations would be at risk, his more than yours solely because of who he was. While you were just an assistant, he was Matt Stone. You took a deep breath before responding, “I do.”

—

The next day the crew traveled back to LA, to get started on yet another episode of South Park. Due to the restaurant they were able to get the network to play an old rerun of the show so you would have an extra week to write on the new episode, but usually an extra week meant time for everyone to procrastinate a little bit until it got closer to the time for the episode to air. Mostly everyone took the flight time to nap as they were recovering from drinking the night before, apparently the margaritas were really strong and really good. Matt sat across the aisle from you, next to Trey as they talked to one another and made jokes. You were lucky enough to get your own section so you sat in one seat with your legs propped up on the other as you read your book, glancing at Matt every few lines, noticing him glancing back at you every now and then.

“I have to use the bathroom,” Matt spoke, getting up from his seat before glancing at you and motioning to the back with his eyes. Your lips parted in shock as you watched him walk to the bathroom, the door locking with a click as he did so. You looked back over at Trey and noticed he had his nose in his phone already, before putting your book down and following Matt to the back. You lightly tapped on the door and the lock clicked again before the door opened and Matt looked down at you. He grabbed your arm lightly and pulled you in, shutting the door behind you and locking it again.

You giggled as he leaned down and kissed you gently, his hands resting on your waist. You pulled away looking up at him, “Should we be doing this on a plane full of our coworkers?” You asked him, raising an eyebrow as he licked his lips while looking at you. “Most of them are too hungover right now anyways. And Trey has his own things to think about. If we make it quick it’ll be like we never left.”

He ran his hand down your torso, reaching the waistband on your jeans, “You know…we never finished what we started last night.” He whispered, looping his fingers in your belt loops. You gulped softly as you nodded. He started to kiss you deeply and you reached your hands up to the back of his neck, pulling him down closer. You spent a large portion of your night when you got to the hotel thinking of how he had you in that office, and how you couldn’t return the same feeling for him.

You took one of your hands and moved it to start rubbing him through his jeans, making him groan against your lips. You pulled away from the kiss, rubbing him more, feeling his length grow in his jeans as he closed his eyes tightly, keeping his forehead against yours. “Fuck,” He groaned, his breathing increasing with each stroke.

You felt your hand start to unbuckle his jeans pulling them down, the fabric of his boxers, tightening as you did so. The thought of seeing him in person was driving you crazy. I mean of course you had seen the pictures of him in Le Petit Package but like come on. This was like a front row seat.

You sunk down onto your knees in front of him, looking up through your lashes and you ran your finger along the bulge outline in the boxers. You knew you had to hurry before someone noticed the both of you were missing but you wanted to take your time as well. Matt put his hands on the counter of the sink, holding himself up as you continued to lightly stroke him through his boxers.

“Don’t be a tease,” He growled out through his teeth, looking down as you bit your bottom lip lightly. You lifted his shirt up slightly, leaving lingering kisses on his waist line, while holding onto the elastic of the boxers. He let out a few breaths as you did so, glancing down at you, your eyes still watching his reactions to your every touch.

You finally pulled down on the elastic and watched as he practically sprung free from the restraint. You tried not to show a reaction as your eyes widened slightly, that short film really did not do him justice. You parted your lips, spitting into your hand, as you wrapped your fingers around the base, running it up and down along the length. His hard cock throbbed in your hand as you stroked him as he leaned his head back, with his knuckles turning white as his fists clenched onto the sink behind him.

You looked up at him, watching his lips part as he let out heavy breaths, suppressing his groans from your touch.You swiped the tip with your thumb, wiping off the precum as you used it as lubricant to continue stroking. “Fuck,” Matt groaned out softly, looking down at you.

You looked up at him innocently, knowing that he wanted more but you weren’t sure if you wanted to give him that just yet. His eyes pleaded with you as you slowed your stroking pace, “Use your words.”

He bit his bottom lip, “F-Fuck, I need you. Please.” He let out an almost feminine moan as you smirked to yourself. You wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, sucking on it while using your hand to stroke the rest of his shaft. He leaned his head back, closing his eyes tightly once your mouth attached. You continued to linger on the tip, before he let out a subtle wince in response, “Please.” He begged again, wanting more.

You hummed against his cock, sending vibrations, before taking him in. You felt the tip hit the back of your throat, gagging against it causing him to let out a moan. One of his hands let go of the counter and reached onto your hair, tangling through the strands.He held on, thrusting his hips forward. As you moved faster, he bucked his hips in rhythm with you, the grip on your hair tightening with every movement.

You slipped your fingers down in between your thighs, feeling yourself grow more turned on as you watched his face. You moved your hand under your panties as you dipped two fingers into your sopping clit, moaning against his length while doing so. He glanced down at you, letting out a chuckle once he realized what you were doing. “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth. Touching yourself in the process hm?”

Your breathing increased, growing more wet from his words as you cradled his balls with your free hand, massaging them in your fingers. You swirled your tongue around, as Matt’s hand pushed your hand further down, making you take in more of his length. He grabbed onto your face as he started fucking your mouth, your lips grazing against his cock. Your fingers continue dipping in and out of your clit as you look up at him.

“I’m…Fuck.” He moans, cutting off his sentence. You moaned against his length as he continued fucking his face, feeling your own high come close as you curled your fingers, hitting your g-spot. You felt yourself flex against your fingers, grinding against your fingers as you released around your fingers. 

He moaned at the sight of you, seeing your eyes roll to the back of your head while closing your eyes. His thrusts into your mouth got rougher as you felt his tip twitch in the back of your throat while his hips stuttered, him reaching his own high. You swallowed the liquid as it shot into your mouth, feeling drops leak through the sides of your mouth. You pulled away from his length, letting a pop sound as it did. He wiped the sides of your mouth with his thumb, placing it in between your lips as you sucked on it, swirling your tongue around to lick it clean. He smirked down at you, pulling his hand away as he put his pants back on.

You got up from your knees, washing your hands in the sink as you look at him in the mirror as he stands behind you, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed his chest. You raised an eyebrow as you watched him, “Hm?’

“Nothing. Just watching.” He smiled softly at you, as if what happened..didn’t just happen. You rolled your eyes playfully as you dried your hands. “I’m gonna head back to my seat. So we don’t leave together.”

You nodded at him, watching him leave, waiting a few moments before leaving yourself. You noticed everyone was mainly still asleep on the flight or too busy doing something else to watch you walk back to your seat. The only one looking was Trey as he sat next to Matt. He looked between the two of you before his eyes widened slightly, lips parted in shock. Whoops.

updated a/n: next part!

#my gift to matt is the next chapter #hope he reads this on his stomach kicking his feet back and forth #then scoffing and going “i would never say that” #once again y'all for the support on this series #i'm working on a trey one btw...but a different pairing style so hehehe #matt stone #matt stone x reader

[tamakishoochie]

Wet Dreams

CW: Somnophilia? Spit exchange, slight mentions of blood and gore, Creampie

18+, MDNI

word count: 🤷🏾‍♀️

Freddy!Shigaraki x Black!Reader

“Are you serious? Another murder? That’s the sixth one this week!” You groaned, obviously annoyed with a hint of frustration in your voice. You were a private investigator hired to find the sick bastard behind the murders that took place this week on Elm street and your assistant had just brought in another picture of yet another crime scene. It made you nauseous. The picture displayed a dead man with his stomach sliced open, his entrails hanging off the side of the bed. You quickly set the disturbing photo aside, fed up with having to see another person killed.

It was almost 1AM and you’ve been in your office all day, not that it mattered anyway. You haven't been able to get any sleep since you started this case.

“I’m calling it a night. Tomorrow, we’ll go to the crime scene and investigate. Maybe tonight will be the night I get some damn sleep.” You wave off your assistant before packing up your stuff to leave.

After showering, brushing your teeth, and twisting your hair, you slip on your silk bonnet and head on to bed. You take some melatonin to help with your insomnia before getting underneath the covers.

“Let’s see how this goes..”

You didn’t even realize you fell into a deep sleep afterward, so deep that you began to dream.

You were back in your office, looking over the photos again but instead of victims, they were nude pictures of you. Your face started to heat up from embarrassment and you wondered who the hell took these. There were pictures of you fully naked in various raunchy poses.

“What the hell? I don’t even take pictures like…this..”

One photo, in particular, stood out from the rest. Picking it up, your eyes widen and you cover your mouth after gasping. The explicit photo showed a man you’ve never seen before holding you down in a mating press with your ankles down by your ears. He had grayish-blue hair and pale skin with red glowing eyes.

You seemed to be enjoying what the man was giving you in the photo but he had a wicked grin on his face.

Looking a bit closer, you try and get a better look at his face since his hair is draped over it. Suddenly, the man in the picture looks up at you with a maniacal grin, causing you to drop the photo and stand up quickly from your chair.

“Aw, what’s the matter? Not pretty enough for you?”

A voice echoed down the hall that led to your office. Looking down the eerie hallway, you see nothing but white smoke being illuminated by some source of light behind it. A silhouette of a man appears from it and starts to make its way towards you.

“What do you want? Who are you?” You call out to the man.

Seconds later, the same man that was in the photo shows himself, trailing what seemed to be finger knives along the wall with a loud screech. He wore an old, worn-out fedora and a red and green striped tattered sweater.

As he got closer, you pull your gun out from its holster and point it directly at him, warning him that you wouldn’t hesitate to shoot.

“S-stay back, I’m warning you, sir!”

Something about him was off and a dark aura surrounded him. He didn’t seem intimidated at all.

“Shigaraki..” The man spoke as soon as he came face to face with you, close enough to feel his breath on your face.

“What?..” You respond, but too distracted by how oddly intriguing and attractive he was.

“You’ve been looking for the perpetrator behind the murders right? Well, his name is Shigaraki. You found him!” He lets out an eerie, dark chuckle that sends chills up and down your spine.

You point your gun between his eyes and say that he’s under arrest, but he scoffs in your face, grabbing your wrist tightly and making you drop the only thing you had to protect yourself.

“Welcome to the Nightmare World, babe~..” Picking you up and slamming you down on your own desk, he looks over and picks up the photo you dropped earlier. With his other hand, he trails a finger knife up your buttoned nightgown.

“Let’s recreate this one, yeah? You look so good on your back taking my dick~..”

Before you could say anything else, he wraps a hand around your throat, squeezing tightly, while the other trails back down your gown, popping off the buttons with a single finger knife. Shigaraki gropes your right breast and tweaks the nipple with his thumb and forefinger, making you moan and arch up into his hand.

“Oh, sensitive, are we?~ That’s cute.”

Leaning down, he flicks his warm tongue against your hard nipple, sucking on it roughly and kneading the flesh around it before moving to give the other one the same treatment. You didn’t understand why you were letting him do all of this to you, but you didn’t care. It was just a dream anyway, or was it?

Shigaraki’s tongue makes its way up to your neck, leaving bite marks and hickeys before taking over your mouth with his own. His lips were chapped but managed to still feel soft. You moan from how rough he was kissing you and you could feel your panties drenching just from that. Grabbing your chin, he forces your mouth open with your lips puckered out.

“Tongue out, now..”

You obey and stick your tongue out, eyes lust-filled as he spits onto your tongue, swallowing it willingly.

He seemed pleased by that and wasn’t gonna tell you to swallow, but he’s glad you did anyway.

Using his finger knives once more, he shreds your underwear up, revealing your aching pussy that needed attention quickly.

And Shigaraki delivers by pulling your bottom half to the edge of your desk before forcing your legs open. Pulling up a chair, he sits down and spreads your pussy lips apart, admiring the way your cunny clenches around nothing.

You look down and your eyes meet, causing you to look away with your face heated

“Look at me while I do this. Don’t look away or there will be consequences..” He chuckled, only being half-serious.

You gulp and watch as Shigaraki dives right into your juiced-up pussy, giving you nice long licks along your folds and paying close attention to your clit, swirling his tongue around it and nipping at it gently. You pant heavily and try your hardest to keep your eyes open. This was starting to feel a little too real for it to be a dream still.

Once he started adding fingers, though, your head began to spin. The way his fingers stretched you out felt amazing, his middle finger constantly rubbing against the spongey g-spot that made you moan out his name and grip the sides of your desk. His movements gradually began to speed up, lewd and embarrassing sounds echoing throughout the entire office. You feel something starting to unravel within your abdomen and you brace yourself, keeping your eyes on Shigaraki and him doing the same with you. Right then and there, you scream out from ecstasy as you release onto his fingers, squirting everywhere and making a huge mess.

Smiling, he removes his fingers and gives your cunt a couple of hard pats, mumbling something along the lines of ‘That’s a good girl’.

Standing up, Shigaraki removes his glove, dropping it to the floor, and starts unbuckling his pants. You stare wide-eyed as he reveals his whopping 12 incher, all nice and hard just for you. Bullying his way between your legs, he positions his cock at your entrance. Shoving his still wet fingers inside of your mouth, you suck on them and moan at the taste.

Your moans are muffled by his fingers as he begins to insert the tip, going all the way until only half was inside of you. Your eyes are closed shut from how good he stretched you out, pussy walls clenching around his dick after hearing him curse underneath his breath. Taking his fingers out of your mouth after sucking them clean, he goes right back to choking you right as he began to thrust his hips roughly into you. The way your body rocked with each and every thrust made the desk move and screech against the floorboard, making you grip onto the desk for dear life as he pounded into you unapologetically.

“Let’s take this back to your place~..” Shigaraki groaned out while the office morphed into a bedroom that looked exactly like yours. Instead of a desk, you were fucking on your bed now with the headboard banging against the wall. Gripping the back of your thighs, he pushes your legs down by your ears, folding you completely before he starts fucking you even harder now with the tip of his cock kissing your womb with each insertion.

For a murderer, he sure did whine a lot during sex. You didn’t mind though, his moans and whines were pretty and you were always into vocal men. The way your gummy walls grip onto him makes him cry out even more. Moving your legs over his shoulders, he places one hand on the headboard, and the other grips firmly on your tit.

“G-gonna cum, baby...”

He pants, voice cracking. Shigaraki buries his face in the nook of your neck and whispers in your ear.

“Take it, take it all!~”

His hips stutter a bit before filling you up to the brim with cum, some of it dribbling down onto the bed and making a small puddle. You whine after he pulls out.

“Sorry, but your alarm is about to go off. See ya around, doll~..”

Confused, you watch him disappear into nothing right before you’re woken up by your alarm.

Sitting up, you rub your eyes and realize where you were.

“Woah, what was that..” You sigh, rubbing your face before leaning over to turn your alarm off. Something didn’t feel right and you felt dirty. Flipping your covers off of you, you look down and see your panties have been shredded and globs of cum oozed out of you. Panicking, you scramble out of bed and run towards your bathroom. Looking into the mirror, you see bite marks and hickeys all over your neck.

At least you finally got some sleep

#horror AU #horror villain AU #shigaraki tomura #freddy krüger #nightmare on elm street #mha #bnha #jordy writes ✍🏾 #tw: smut #x black reader

[randomshyperson]

Rulers of The Multiverse - Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Chapter Eleven

Summary: Strange’s faulty spell will cause a series of unexpected events, from your reunion with the love of your life in another world to the appearance of a child capable of traveling across the multiverse. This story follows the journey of a very tired Guardian alongside mischievous America Chavez and Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: (+18) explicit language and sexual content, violence, a lot of magic, found family, mentions of abusive past and trauma, mind control, use of illicit substances, mostly top!reader, soulmates analogies. CW: a bif of fluffy and pining. | Words: 5.501k

A/N-> Can't believe we are already here, only 6 chapters left and smut is coming tomorow!! anyways, thanks for all the reblogs and reviews, i read them all but i haven't had the time to reply to any yet (i'm using my last vacation week to play videogames haha). Hope you guys like this one, good reading!

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Chapter Eleven - The Library of Alexandria - Part Two

The place only seemed to get bigger as you advanced inside. Aarif didn't seem too concerned about making sure that you didn't lose sight of him, walking - or rather hovering in the air - as he led the way through the innumerable stalls and corridors.

You went ahead, but just as you arrived in front of an entrance that read in Greek 'Dark Magic Session - Kingdom One to Earth-1999' on a gold plaque on the wall, Aarif stopped and raised a hand to you.

"Miss Maximoff, please, your copy of the Book of the Damned."

You raised a brow, and made mention of handing over the book, only for Aarif to let out an impatient sigh and correct:

"Miss Wanda Maximoff."

You chuckled, but Wanda gave you a gentle nudge in the ribs and took the book from your hand, raising her chin to Aarif.

"What if I refuse to give it back?"

Aarif let out another impatient sigh. "Your copy is already overdue, Miss Maximoff, let's not test the furies of the gods further."

"But what happens if I don't return it?"

"Aarif doesn't take care of repossession." He replies disinterestedly, and Wanda gives a little smile.

"Oh, so you don't know."

"Aarif doesn't like questions, because Oshtur made Aarif a librarian, not a tour guide."

"And who did Oshtur put as a collector of overdue books?" You ask curiously as well, and the birdman sighs, but answers.

"For books of darkness from realities Alpha 1 through Beta 22, the collectors are the Soul Eaters, for realities beyond Gaea's blessing, we send the Necromon for paperback editions, and for manuscripts, we send the Demons-"

"We get the message." You interrupt with a nervous chuckle. "Evil soul-eating guys. The book is here. Wanda, give it back, and let's get this over with."

The witch sighs lightly, holding the book against her chest.

"Just one more question Mr. Aarif." She says receiving a grunt from everyone. "You said my copy of dark hold as if there were more of them."

Aarif let out a mocking chuckle - the sound resembled a little bird singing - and nodded to Wanda.

"Of course, it's your copy, Miss Maximoff. What a silly question, humans are so odd." Aarif muttered to himself, and instead of continuing, turned his body to the side and gestured to the door. In a second, a shelf appeared from the wall like a train and high speed, and you and the girls took two steps backward in fright, but Aarif didn't seem the least bit shaken by the sudden appearance, the wind ruffling his feathers.

When the shelving stopped, Wanda let out a surprised exclamation at the amount of Darkhold's - of the most diverse sizes and shapes - properly stored on each shelf.

"Earth 616 edition of the Books of the Damned, the Darkhold." Announced Aarif and the shelves moved and arranged themselves until there was an empty space just within reach of where Wanda was standing. "Please, Miss Maximoff, return the Darkhold to our collection."

Although she reached out to fit the book into its separate spot, Wanda muttered impressed:

"There are so many of them." 

"Yes, yes, one for each world where Chthon wrote it." Aarif commented uninterestedly. Wanda's copy snapped onto the shelf and a little gold plaque appeared at the bottom with the reality information Aarif had mentioned earlier, plus the addition of Copy of Scarlet Witch Wanda Maximoff to the title. 

"Can I read the others?" Wanda asked quickly as soon as Aarif made mention of gesturing for the shelf to come unstuck, and the birdman let out an unsatisfied grunt. Wanda was ready to take it back when the man marched off into the corner of the room, to a table much like the one in the other room that seemed to have come out of nowhere, and pulled a small notebook out of it.

"They always want to read more, it's never enough. Always, Aarif can I read what was not assigned to us? And Aarif has to make notes of this and that." The birdman started mumbling to himself on the walk back to you, until he stopped in front of Wanda, took a pen from his uniform pocket, and looked at her. "Come on, without delay!"

"I can choose any?" She asked in surprise with her eyes shining.

"The loan is yours after all." He replies.

But before she took another step, you touched her forearm.

"Wanda, let's not go through that again."

She hesitated but smiled small at you. "But here, he can't influence me. I need to study more about myself, Y/N, and only darkhold talks about the Scarlet Witch." She declares and you are ready to agree against your will, dozens of ideas on how to keep Wanda from falling under the darkholds influence again, when Aarif's nasal laugh breaks the moment completely. You and Wanda look at him with confusion, and he sighs as he realizes he will have to answer another question.

"Now, who was it who told you that only Darkhold has articles about the Scarlet Witch? Humans, weird creatures." He grumbled, and before you could ask, he gestured for the shelves to shift again.

When they stabbed into dozens of blue books, he spoke:

"Look, all the copies of the Books of the Sages, Scarlet Witch articles on pages 12, 87, and 1902." He said, and switched the bookshelf again, to now transparent books. "All copies of the star paperbacks of the People of Heaven. Deluxe Edition, the White Witch and her assignations." He continued and switched the shelf to gold books. "Here, to advance Miss L/N Maximoff's loan, all copies of the Book of Vishanti quotes the Scarlet Witch on pages 673, 912, 18,430-

"I want that one right there." You interrupted by nodding to the one that caught your eye the most, on the highest shelf. Aarif didn't seem to mind being interrupted, and the shelves moved until you could reach the book you chose. "And can Wanda take one of those, too?"

"Well, Aarif is here to make the records after all." He grumbled half-heartedly. "Take your pick and I'll write down the name."

"I'll have one of each." Wanda declares without hesitation and Aarif lets out an exclamation, his feathers fluttering. 

He doesn't stop grumbling for the next fifteen minutes.

When you leave that hallway, it is a great thing that books are charmed to follow you around, because you and Wanda have dozens of volumes that could not be carried by just two pairs of arms.

America is the only one who follows her assignment, leaving the shelf with only a pocket-sized book on Interdimensional Teleportation, and that seems to make Aarif very pleased. He leads you to a very nice open courtyard where you all occupy poufs on the floor and books are arranged around you.

"The library closes at midnight, don't try to take books you haven't borrowed." Aarif warns and before he can leave, America calls out to him.

"How will we know what time it is?"

"Little girl who respected her designation, look at the clock." He replies, gesturing to the wall - where a cuckoo clock had just appeared that was certainly not there before. - And America smiles.

"That totally wasn't there before, birdman." She retorts, but Aarif just gives a lighthearted chuckle and turns toward the inside, going back to grumbling about the countless entrances he would have to make.

You wait for the glass door to close before settling better on the soft pouf and commenting:

"I don't know why he got so grumpy, it's not like he has a lot of customers."

America nods in agreement, but Wanda - who is already holding A Guide to the Great Universal Library of fallen Alexandria in her lap, raises her eyes at you.

"Actually, I don't think Aarif ever stops working." She says, and you almost don't pay much attention to what she says next, because Wanda straightens up on the pouf in a way that your arms are touching, and you have a wide view of her collarbone so close to your face. "It says here that the library receives everything from the purest creatures to the banished spirits. All the knowledge of the Multiverse is contained in this place. But you can only see those who have come with you."

"Cool." You mumble trying not to sound so affected, and are lucky that Wanda is too excited about reading to notice the way you are holding your copy of the Book of Vishanti even tighter than necessary as she settles even closer-

"[...] It says here that the legendary and immortal Aarif receives visitors at the appointed time and hands out copies of the knowledge they have become worthy of possessing or knowing during their lifetime."

America looks at the way you are blushing, and rolls her eyes with amusement, letting out a chuckle before practically lying down on the pouf and entertaining herself in her own reading that was sure to help her understand her powers better.

"The most interesting thing is that it says that Alexandria is a neutral zone, see in this heading? No magical, mental, or physical influences may be distributed to readers in the vicinity of the Library, as established by the bylaws of the interdimensional realms." Wanda reads excitedly. "That means I can read darkhold here, all I want, and Chthon will not gain any dominion over me."

"F-fantastic." You retort with your cheeks burning because Wanda is smelling fucking good and it's very hard not to lean in. You put more distance between you before Wanda can notice, settling back in your seat. "Let's read as much as we can before midnight."

"Well, we can always go back tomorrow…" Wanda mumbles trying not to think too much about you pulling away, and clearing her throat as she settles better against her seat.

"Of course Wanda." You mumble back, trying to focus on the lyrics in front of you and not your irregular heartbeat.

Time seemed to pass much faster there, or maybe it was because the three of you were so absorbed in reading.

Aarif came back into the room pushing a cart with books of various sizes.

"Fifteen minutes until Alexandria closes." He warned taking the three of you out of your focus - Wanda, was setting up some kind of mural of mentions of the Scarlet Witch with several open books, you were trying to dodge Oshtur's oath or find a Guardian's Forge Removal spell, and America was testing out the new trick she learned, the pocket portals. 

"Aarif, wait!" Wanda called out before he continued pushing the cart away. "Can we come back tomorrow and continue our reading?"

He sighed. "Never satisfied, always more and more..." He grumbled but nodded in agreement. "Be aware of the time limits, Miss Maximoff." He remarked before turning back to walk.

Wanda sighed slightly, and you looked at her curiously. She crawled to a farther pile where she had tossed the book A Guide to the Great Universal Library of fallen Alexandria and tossed it into the air - the object floating majestically to your lap - and sat back down in front of her small collection.

"Usage Guidelines, page 72." She told you, and you sighed softly as you began to look.

The Rules were simple and clear. For books assigned to you, the term is extended to the duration of one's worthiness. For books borrowed for internal use, three days.

You let out a loud grumble. "But that's not fair! How do they expect us to learn everything in three days?"

Wanda doesn't take her eyes off the sheets to say:

"They don't expect it." She replies. "The Library is not there for visitors to study, the books are here to be preserved. For what happened in Alexandria, all that knowledge, is not to be lost in the same way. It is a courtesy of the gods to allow the visitors to read."

"It's kind of fascist that' for sure." You grumble annoyed, and Wanda gives a chuckle.

"Sure, but they're not at all wrong aren't they?" She retorts looking at you over her shoulder. "It says there that every copy, of every knowledge that ever existed or ever will exist, ends up in Alexandria. They are copies, Y/N. No one is being prevented from acquiring this knowledge in their home universe, but this place is for preservation, not consumption. How long do you think it would take to be destroyed if it were opened to all the creatures of the multiverse?"

You sigh lightly, closing the Guide. "I guess we'll never know, Wanda." You say as you stand up. "But I need to ask Aarif how to get a designation pass."

"I think there's something about that in the guidebook..."

"No, no, I want to bother him." You declare with a chuckle, hurrying not to lose sight of the birdman, and Wanda gives a short laugh without insisting.

But about five minutes after she was left alone with America, Wanda sighs softly and raises her eyes to the girl on the couch.

"Hey, Chavez."

America hums signaling that she is listening. Wanda sighs again.

"I wanted to, hmm, apologize to you." Says the witch hesitantly, and America lowers the book from face height with a surprised expression. Wanda wastes no time in clarifying, "For getting inside your head and using your powers without permission. And well, for before too, for the monsters I sent."

"Wait, that was you?" America exclaims in surprise and Wanda cringes a little embarrassed as she nods.

"I was trying to take your power, and I'm sorry."

"Well, yeah that sucks, but you can kind of control them? What a neat thing! And they obey you from another universe? How do you do that?" She asked excitedly, leaving the closed book in her lap and sitting up better in her seat.

Wanda gives a surprised giggle. "Yes, hm, they follow my commands, because of chaos magic. I can conjure them too. I could also see the fights through their eyes if I concentrate hard enough..."

"So cool!" America comments, but then lets out a soft grumble. "Damn, that explains why I was doing so well."

Wanda blinks in confusion. "What?"

"Well, you were controlling the monsters and we must have fought hundreds of them and I never got more than a scratch. Y/N thought I had some kind of lucky totem, and we had a point system for who could beat the most creatures and I was doing pretty well, but I guess that's just because you didn't want to hurt us."

Wanda swallowed dryly, nodding softly at the story. In Chthon's control she didn't realize that, how much she didn't want to hurt America, and sending monsters over her control was as much as she could do to reel the god in and avoid the worst.

"I think you were doing just fine, America." Wanda assures with a small smile, but the girl looked a little sheepish, dragging her feet on the carpet.

"Yeah, I'm not so sure about that." She grumbles, and Wanda blinks in surprise.

"Why do you say that?"

America sighs and shrugs, not meeting the witch's gaze. "It's just...all of this is kind of my fault."

"All of this?"

"Yeah, Wanda." America grumbles upset. "If I knew how to use my powers right, I would have brought Y/N back within the time you two agreed upon, and you wouldn't have fallen under the spell of the evil book. And then you wouldn't have fought, and I wouldn't have taken us to so many horrible places and-"

"Hey, America, that's not true." Wanda interrupts by approaching the girl and placing a hand over hers in her lap. "You've been helping us a lot."

America gives an incredulous laugh. "As if."

"I mean it." Wanda gently insists and offers America a small smile when the girl meets her gaze. 

"Really?"

"Mm-hmm." Says the witch. "You helped Y/N find her way to me, even though that was not your responsibility. You were very brave and strong the whole journey, and you had no way of knowing how much time was passing in my universe, so you can never blame yourself for the delay. And America, you may not be in control of the universe where we are going, but you are certainly doing something right."

The girl's eyes well up with tears, and she sniffles a little. "You think so?" She asks unsurely, and Wanda nods quickly.

"You always send us where we need to go in a certain way." Wanda explains. "When Y/N and I were fighting, you sent us to a world so destroyed that we needed to work together. And then Y/N needed help, and you sent us to one with a witch health system." Wanda continues with a chuckle that America accompanies. "I know you are learning, but you are already much more talented and stronger than you think."

America smiled affectionately, and Wanda moved her fingers to twitch her nose affectionately making her chuckle.

"Can you forgive me for everything, little troublemaker?" The witch asked, and America nodded without hesitation.

And to surprise Wanda, she hugged her by the shoulders. 

"It's okay, Y/N told me you've been through a lot." She whispered and Wanda had to take a deep breath to keep from starting to cry, feeling her chest warm with tenderness.

As soon as she let go of America, they exchanged a complicit smile and the girl asked if the witch needed any help with the reading. Wanda was in the middle of explaining what she was doing when you reappeared.

Running away from the floating and evidently angry librarian, and laughing at his attempts to hit you with what looked if a wooden stick.

"Aarif is tired of your questions, nosy guardian!" Accused the angry man, and you just kept laughing, jumping up a pouf at high speed to grab America by the hand and pull her with you - giving Wanda less than three seconds to follow the cue and keep up with you two - and casting an incantation on the books so they flew off and got in the way of Aarif in his pursuit.

"We'll see you tomorrow, birdface!" You shouted back running toward the exit and leaving a furious Aarif behind.

As soon as the golden door closed behind you, the race was over.

You and America were panting with your hands on your knees, and although Wanda was equally breathless, she crossed her arms.

"Why did you do all this?" She questioned with an almost angry grimace, and you laughed breathlessly. 

"I just asked a few questions."

"You don't have to behave like a child, Y/N, we already have one and she's behaving better than you."

You let out another smaller laugh, raising an eyebrow at her. "We have a child, eh?" You tease and are pleased by the short pink that appears on Wanda's cheeks, even if she rolls her eyes.

"Stop causing trouble, if you irritate Aarif enough he can banish us, and this is the best opportunity to study magic I've ever had."

It's your turn to roll your eyes. "Except that's not true, right, Maximoff? I'm your best opportunity to study magic, 24/7 all Kamar Taj books and a mind stone, ask anything you want. But that's the problem, you'd rather study the book of the damned than train with me!"

Wanda locked her jaw, narrowing her eyes at you.

"You know very well why we can't train together."

"Because of some stupid prophecy? I already told you I'll tell the gods to fuck off if I have to!"

The witch grunted impatiently. "Why do you have to be so stubborn!"

"I could ask you the same thing!"

Wanda and you are breathing out of rhythm, and stare at each other for one last moment before turning away like spoiled children. America scratches the back of her neck clumsily.

"Okay...I think I'll go wait in the car." She declares and walks down the stairs towards the vehicle.

Wanda sighs heavily behind you, and out of the corner of your eye, you can see her moving away to rest her back on one of the pillars, and when you turn around, you watch her press her hands to her face for a long moment, a frustrated sigh escaping her lips.

Your defensive posture breaks on the spot, and you swallow dryly before approaching her, taking up the free space on the pillar next to her.

"Sorry for yelling." You mutter, and it takes another moment for Wanda to speak, returning to crossing her arms.

"Sorry too." She mumbles back. "Not just for yelling, for everything."

"Eh, I can't really stay mad at you, but I appreciate the apology." You retort sincerely, and you don't have to look to know that Wanda has a small smile on her lips. 

There is another moment's pause between you, and after sighing softly, you say, "I didn't mean to cause trouble on purpose, I just don't trust easily. And Aarif seems to have all the answers I'm looking for on the tip of his tongue."

Wanda sighs as well. "He probably does, Y/N." She says, leaning back on the pillar to look at you. "But Oshtur didn't put him here to answer visitors' questions. It's against his nature, so it's not out of spite that he reacts that way. It's all in the guidebook I gave you."

"Damn, now I feel bad." You retort with a chuckle to which Wanda can only smile tenderly.

"It's okay, detka." She murmurs, trying to imagine that you only seem to be closer than before. "What did you ask him?"

You hum, half-distracted, and Wanda thinks you are leaning in. "I asked if there was a way to stop being a guardian."

Wanda blinks in surprise, but you are close enough for her to count your dots, and all she does is mumble in understanding, and you keep counting in a low tone.

"He was curious as to why anyone would want to stop being one of the most honorable warriors of the wise Oshtur, and I told him I didn't think it was so cool..."

Wanda gave a small giggle, swallowing dryly when your forehead rested against hers. "And then ?" She asked in the same tone.

"He was a little offended by the ponderings I brought up about Oshtur not being so benevolent in holding him here, and tried to say that I didn't know how to value or was capable of understanding the blessing of the gods..." You continue, raising a hand to take a loose strand of hair from the front of Wanda's face, and place it behind her ear. And you looked at her so tenderly that she almost melted. "And I told him that I already had a divine blessing in my life, and I was trying to keep it."

Wanda shuddered softly, her cheeks burning as she understood that you were talking about her. 

Before you could break the distance, a loud honking sound went further into the distance and made you and Wanda jump in fright, only to let out embarrassed giggles next.

Wanda made mention of pulling away, but you slid one hand up her arm, and another to her waist, turning her until you pressed her against the pillar - so that you were hidden from the car and the impatient America in the front seat - and the witch only had time to sigh in surprise before she felt your mouth on hers.

Intense and messy, and yet painfully fast. Wanda almost whimpered when your lips left hers next, and you gasped against her, laughing softly.

"Forgive me, I just really missed this." You confess affectedly, rubbing your noses together, and Wanda's legs almost turn to jelly when your other hand squeezes her hip. 

She wants to say a million things. Confess them now, or at night if you agree to hold her, or worse, confess them over the course of a lifetime that she can imagine at your side.

Your lips rub together again, and Wanda thinks that if you kiss her again, she might let some of those things slip.

She presses a palm on your shoulder to hold you in place, and you both swallow dry, fighting the urge to continue.

"We can't." Wanda reminds you in a husky, sorrow-laden voice that you share. "I don't want...I don't want us to end up like the stories in your book."

You know she was talking about the first Guardian and his Witch, and about stupid stories about fate. Wanda doesn't want you to have to harm her, but she especially doesn't want you to die because of your love for her.

Your hand goes up to cover hers, and though Wanda shivers and her eyes fill with tears, you kiss the palm, once and twice. 

"I'll make things right for us." You promise in a whisper. "No matter what the price."

Wanda almost says no. Let the deal be kept, each of you back in your own universe. But by now, she loves you with all her heart.

You move closer just to give her a long kiss on her cheek and leave your hands together for the period when you pull away, giving gentle tugs until Wanda is able to push all emotions down, and disguise the tears, offering a forced smile to you and following you towards the vehicle. Hands entwined all the way.

–//–

You thought you shouldn't abuse Order Magic because altering reality for superficial reasons wasn't a good enough reason. So it made little sense to use the clothesline attached to the van to dry your clothes.

The van was still parked in front of the Alexandria Library, and it must have been about nine in the morning - the place was supposed to open at noon - and you thought you could distract yourself by doing laundry.

Wanda was asleep and America came out of the vehicle scratching her eyes, a mug with a star print on it, and astronaut pajamas on her body.

"You're acting weird." That's what she said when she found you putting your clothes on the clothesline.

"Good morning to you too." You retorted with a surprised laugh. "Why do you say that?"

"Because you're doing laundry."

"And what's strange about doing laundry?"

America laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. "Washing magic clothes that you made with your magic. Look what showed up in my closet? I loved the pattern." She comments on the pajamas. "You're out here pretending that washing clothes is enough to ignore the magic van that generates cool stuff for me and Wanda every minute."

You gave a clumsy laugh, "I don't know what you are talking about." You commented diving the red suit back into the Van's built-in tank - which didn't respect any laws of physics, but it worked - under the water.  "I'm just attempting a little normality..."

"On a magic planet."

"[...] on today" You complete, ignoring America's comment. She doesn't insist, sipping from her cup, and you sigh softly. "Try making a decent breakfast, how about eggs with bacon?"

"Yay, magic food." America retorts turning around and making you laugh softly.

"See if Wanda's awake and doesn't want some!"

"Sure thing, mom." It was supposed to have been a mockery, but America felt her heart miss a beat. You gave a soft chuckle, a very tender feeling snapping in your chest at the nickname. 

“Thanks, America.” You told her before she got into the van.

Wanda did not sleep in the same bed as you. In fact, she can say that she barely slept at all.

The night before, when you two came back, the sheets were single beds again, and she preferred to assume that you didn't want to push her into anything rather than push her away. 

And even with you sleeping away from her, all she could do for half the night was stare at your back. And perhaps, precisely because she was doing this, she was plagued by dreams that were becoming almost too familiar.

In the first, you were running together between rows of bookshelves, laughing amusedly until you were caught up against a corner. Wanda could feel the wood on her back, as well as your hesitant touch on her thigh under her skirt. 

She opened her eyes as soon as fingers pushed past the fabric, and when she looked to the side, she found your sleeping face a few feet away and felt hers burn.

It didn't do much good to lie on her back, or to bury her face in the pillow.

The second dream was infinitely more sinful.

You were all over her as she sat on the kitchen counter of the van. Legs wrapped tightly around your waist, and Wanda could feel everything, from your teeth scratching the skin of her neck to the deep thrusts inside her, the way she was burning hot and twitching.

She was able to come on that one. Once, twice. You didn't stop, fucking her hard until she dug her nails into your back.

There was a mirror behind you. Wanda could watch the red marks of her own nails on the scarlet witch's tattoo on your skin, and each time she dig them deeper, you forced your hips harder. Her own figure - panting and ecstatic - with glowing red eyes and a satisfied expression stared back at her in the mirror.

She woke up sweating from this.

The van seemed to understand her every need in real-time. She barely thought about drinking water and already found a small bottle beside her bed, and had to settle for that to get back to sleep.

When she dreamed that you were trying to teach her magic while her head was buried in your legs and the breathless words came out of your mouth while your hand smoothed her hair and scalp keeping her in place, she gave up on sleep.

Eventually, fatigue overcame her, and the van remained magically silent and pre-disposed to her sleep for as long as she needed.

Wanda awoke to the smell of burning eggs, however, and by the time she was standing, she could witness America rushing to get a pot of fire out of the vehicle.

She saw you laughing - more in nervousness than anything else at seeing the small fire - from outside when she went to open the windows of the vehicle to let the air circulate.

Wanda used the bathroom first before returning to the kitchen and giggled briefly when she found a mug with a 'Multiverse’s Cutest Little Witch' logo on it, with her favorite tea in it. She grabbed the item before heading outside, frowning slightly as she found you doing laundry and America throwing leftovers of a destroyed breakfast in a trash can.

"Good morning, Wanda." You greeted offering her a smile that she would have reciprocated if she hadn't recognized the clothes you were putting on the clothesline.

"Did you wash my suit?" she asks in a mixture of confusion and surprise.

"With soap powder and fabric softener." You reply, and she gives a small laugh.

"But honey, it's a magic garment..."

America is the one who chuckles next, deciding to give up the pan and throw it in the trash as well. She waves her hands in the air and walks over to get into the van, not missing the chance to whisper to Wanda, "She's been acting weird all morning." before getting in.

Wanda sighs softly and takes a sip of her tea while watching you hum distractedly as you finish putting the clothes - which you never bought but fit perfectly, and are exactly the kind of thing that both she, you, and America would wear - on the clotheslines you've set up.

"What are you up to, dorogoya?" Wanda asks in thought and watches you sigh in surprise, raising an eyebrow at her, but she doesn't flinch.

"You and America are insistent about this. There's nothing wrong with wanting a little normalcy." You mentally respond as well and offer Wanda a wink before focusing on your task again.

And perhaps because Wanda is still in your head, she is able to understand very quickly that you are trying to get used to an ordinary routine, without powers, or as close to that as you could get here. You are trying to imagine what life is like without your magic, and with Wanda. 

When you reach out to pull her to dance to a song that swells on its own from the small radio leaning against the tire of the van, and spin her around the backyard amid loud laughter, she might be selfish for a moment and think that life could be pretty awesome.

--//--

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Higher Intervention: Aemond x FemReader (House of the Dragon x Sandman fanfic) Part 6

Disclaimer: This is a fanwork to show appreciation for the intellectual properties used. I also haven't read Fire and Blood and most if not all that I know is from the TV show.

Gif by veinereastath

Premise: Alys Velaryon, older twin sister of Jace Velaryon is the only member among Rhaenyra's children whom Aemond cannot completely hate. As their love story progresses, a newer and larger threat complicates things and reveals discoveries that neither the greens or the blacks had ever imagined.

AN/CW: PLEASE READ THIS FIRST! This chapter contains some torture scenes that are not suitable for all audiences. I did my best not to be too graphic to the point of it being gory and mainly focused on the feelings being experienced. Having said that I'm not entirely sure if it will be your cup of tea so if you see this " XXX " This means that this is the start of the torture part and it ends with seeing this sign again. I made sure it was still fine for readers who wants to skip the torture scenes.

Anyway other CWs include: Suicidal thoughts, thoughts of self-harm, and various forms of abuse including physical, sexual, and psychological abuse. A mention of sexual objectification as a punishment.

If you wish to read the previous parts (which I recommend you do if you haven't read them yet):

Part 1 / Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5

Taglist (comment down below if you want to be included): @winxschester @memento-mora @mxrgodsstuff

Also tagging:

@lady-phasma @aemonds-war-crime @adderess @princeaemonds because some of their ideas of Aemond have undoubtedly influenced my work.

First, the confession.

After meeting with the contacts provided to work out the possible logistics and implementation of your proposed counsel as well as making sure some clarifications were addressed, you made your way to the place that filled you with dread for what you are about to do. Vereena and Kayla had made sure you had a full stomach filled with your favorite foods in your chambers. Both of them know what is to come and that you won't be able to eat good quality food for awhile. How Kayla was able to convince the Yi Ti delegation to give you another roasted duck in the way they did it was beyond your understanding. You also return to your father his guards who have served you well, although a part of you knows that he will probably still send them to keep an eye on what you're doing.

"What do you wish to confess child?"

The septon looks at you with no judgment, or at least that's what he believes he is doing.

You sit beside him as you pour your heart out.

You need to believe in this for this to work.

Believe that the things you now confess are going to be yours now.

On your soul.

On your being.

Your confession and your repentance must have worked. You were guided to a room in the dormitory of sinners. Since your clothes were already quite plain you didn't need to change into the garb that they would have repentant sinners change into. You were given simple yet hearty meals. It wouldn't help any of them if the Targaryen they were going to publicly punish would be dead before they made their point.

But you didn't miss the look of sadistic delights among the members of the Faith militant as you surrendered yourself to them.

Second, the penance.

This in itself is divided into several different parts.

The first part of this was admitting your sins to the parties you've wronged. According to the Faith militant the more humiliating the experience is, the more pure the process of purification is for the repentant sinner.

You weren't surprised when from their Cloister Sept they wash and bathe you in preparation for your penance.

"You just need to say your sins and to apologize to every person you have offended child." Says the Septa who was braiding your hair so that it will be out of the way. After braiding it she ties your hair into a bun. You were given a clue of what they have in store for you once your penance in court was concluded. You were allowed to have one last time of full rest before your suffering would begin. One last hearty meal before you began your journey walking towards the Red Keep from the Cloister Sept. On foot this took several days, with you at the center while you were surrounded by Septons, Septas and laypeople. You recall how you once travelled this road by carriage, and now you and the Faith militant are now travelling by foot. You all would rest in every Sept that was planned out along the way. They choose to suffer with you as they believe that their sins would also be purified along with your suffering.

You finally arrive at the entrance of the Red Keep. The guards were initially hesitant to allow non-nobility who were not part of the staff to enter. But then they see you at the center. It was only then that they were comfortable allowing your group to enter.

You and your group enters the court room. The last time you made a dramatic entrance in court was in your first few days have when you assisted your grandfather in intervening in the Driftmark trial.

And now as you enter again - the king is now on the Iron Throne. A lot healthier and much more mobile than he was last time. Still old and at risk for impending death, but there's no denying that he was a lot better than he was previously. Same as before, the blacks and the greens were on their respective sides. And once again everyone was staring at you. In particular both sets of your siblings, Aegon, Helaena, Ser Cole, Lord Larys Strong, and of course Aemond.

"What is the meaning of this?!" The King angrily says the moment you meet his eyes from where you were.

"Why do you have my granddaughter in shackles before me?!"

"Your grace." The lead septon says with two armed members of the Faith Militant on either side. He takes his time until some of the chatter has died down. With his back to you, your guess is that he must be revelling in his new found power at having you in his mercy.

"We are the Faith Militant. We are the armed forces of the Seven and no one wishes our wrath upon them. Need I remind you that Maegor only won our uprising against the crown by sheer luck?"

"Untrue septon! Do you forget septon that my family has dragons at our disposal?"

"To execute your own granddaughter - for the sins she has done against you? Why not? After all maybe we can now finally test if dragonfire is truly purifying." At the mention of you possibly dying the King calms down reluctantly. But you can see that your father's hand hovering over his sword or dagger. Aemond's expression is unreadable but you wager that he is doing his best to not act impulsively.

"May I remind you your grace, that this is not a matter of politics but a matter of faith. Right now if any of us are harmed by any of your guards, family, or courtiers, then that is a sign of religious persecution. Something that you don't want if we, the Faith Militant would continue tolerating the kind of marriages your family thrives on." And this was the final nail as the King and everyone begins to realize who exactly has the power this time. Both factions are involved in strategic incestuous marriages and neither side can afford to have those marriages be declared invalid.

"Aren't you lot disbanded? Or so that's what I hear since your defeat by Maegor."

"Only as an independent group. But we are still very much in the service of the Seven Prince Daemon." The lead Septa says as she tugs on the chains of your shackles as she goes behind you in facing your father. He snorts in amusement as he continues glaring at the Septa behind you.

"Yet even now you hide behind my daughter. Release my daughter and I'll forget you were even in my presence."

"Prince Daemon, she came to us."

"It doesn't matter, whatever she has done should be sorted from within my family. Not in a faith that is more than ready to punish any strange women."

"This is part of her penance Prince -" Your father draws his sword aiming for the Septa behind you but was deflected by one of the armed members who are with you.

"Daemon! Brother stand down."

"Rhaenyra and I married under the traditions of Old Valyria. We are not under these shits who say they have authority."

"If you don't want us to consider your marriage illicit you will put your sword down." The lead septon says as calmly as he can.

"No, let him draw his sword." You feel yourself pushed forward till your father's sword is almost touching your skin.

"If he wants to draw blood, then it should be the blood of his own stepdaughter. Every suffering she survives is a step closer to her purification." You try to calm yourself as your father's sword is close to your neck. You do your best not to look scared or cry.

But your father notices your expression. He notices the feelings you tried to hide.

And it was only then that he stands down and withdraws his sword safely away from your skin.

"Alys Velaryon is not here as a Princess. She is here as a repentant sinner - here to confess to you the crimes as part of her journey towards purification. We of the Faith Militant have decided to bring her here before you today since everyone she has committed an offense against would be present. Once she has finished her confession of sins she shall begin her actual purification on front of everyone." The lead septon then tugs on your chains as he forces you to walk on front of the King, and the main members of both factions.

"It's time to confess before your victims, sinner." With one last tug, you were made to kneel before everyone.

"I, Alys Velaryon, confess to the following offenses before his grace, the King, and all who hear me today." You take a breath before you begin what may be the most difficult part of it all.

But you need to believe they are yours.

These sins are now yours to claim.

And to suffer for.

"First, with the assistance of Larys Strong, I raped Ser Criston Cole in his sleep. Second, it is I who told Aemond of Vhagar no longer having a rider. Third, once he has claimed Vhagar when he was on his high after claiming Vhagar - it is I who punched him after he called me and my siblings bastards. It is I who slashed his face and made him lose his eye. It was I who betrayed him and ended our friendship in Driftmark."

"No."

"What in the Sevens is she doing?"

"Does she really expect us to believe this?"

"I don't entirely understand what she's doing."

"Whatever it is, things are going to get interesting."

"She was practically skin and bones when she emerged from Ser Cole's room. I have a hard time believing she's the one who forced herself on him."

"We all know this is bullshit - why is she claiming to have done these things?"

"Alys - granddaughter why? Why are you doing this to yourself?" At the sight of the King's face you decide to mix as much of the truth that would blend in with your confession.

"Because - because you have failed to solve this infighting!" You couldn't help the tears that are beginning to gather on your eyes. This was too important to suddenly ignore it through your tears.

"You have only tried solving the symptoms of the problem, not the problem itself. And the moment you die this infighting will become a civil war forcing our family to kill each other. And I am too weak and tired to let this go on any longer!" You breath back in some of your mucus that was threatening to pour out along with your tears.

"When Ser Cole called me a witch for exercising control over any man drawn to me, it began my reflection and realization that I was the source of the problem. I am a fraud! I am not a princess! I am only a bastard whore who deserves the worst treatment for tearing this family apart because of my sins." You straighten your back as you slowly stood up and met the King's worried eyes.

"And so I went to the Faith Militant to finally pour out my guilt and to seek repentance. Through their education I know now if I survive this purification, I will be nothing more than a slave to serve whomever master they sell me to. I am already ruined, and they are placing me back on the path of repentance."

There were more gasps and more comments but you couldn't bother. You could feel every single eye from both factions judging you.

"Well done sinner."

"Ouh." A choker made of thorns was placed on your neck from behind. You could feel the thorns piercing your skin little by little.

"Take her to the gallows. Now begins her next stage of purification."

"Wait - what's going to happen to her?" You hear Luce ask as you feel yourself dragged and pushed out.

"Oh just the standard torture methods -" You weren't able to hear beyond that as you were dragged to the gallows area. On the journey there you feel yourself being slapped, spitted on, and your plain clothes were being torn apart. What remains is your shift underneath your clothes

XXX

Before you knew it you were on the gallows. Gathered on front of the crowd.

And someone was pushing your head in a deep bucket of water.

"Repent."

"But I am -"

Underwater again.

"Claim your faults"

"I do."

Suffocation again.

"Suffer for your salvation."

You weren't able to respond. Your head was back in underwater. You weren't sure how many times more you were dunked.

Probably because you were brought back to the present when you felt the first sting of the whip on your bare back.

You just realized as another whip hits your back that your hands were now shackled around a wooden post. Your shift was sliced or torn open to reveal your back.

"Ah" You try to hold back from saying any sound. The thorns around your neck pressing against your skin by being pressed against the post was painful enough.

"Um." The stings become even more painful as they became faster and multiple people began to participate in injuring your back.

At some point you looked down and noticed some tiny streams of blood flowing down your chest. Probably from some of the thorns now piercing your skin.

Your mind began to numb as the whipping...were they even using whips?...Became more severe as they move to your sides. Maybe it was your own way of making sure you could endure this first part of the suffering. It was only when they had stopped because it was getting dark and rain was starting to fall down, that you realized that you had been crying out in pain. You could taste your own tears, and your throat felt dry from exhaustion.

Members of the Faith Militant then splash your back with salt water. You could feel the sting from the high concentration of salt in it. Then they unshackle you briefly only to move you into another contraption.

XXX

After the first part of your punishment was finished. Or so it seemed. The members of the Faith Militant now shackled you - this time from behind - around a metal post. The metal post had the seven pointed star in your head area. It's points mockingly acting as some sort of crown surrounding your head. If earlier the thorns were piercing the front of your neck, this time you had to be careful not to lean against the post. There seemed to be not much thorns compared to the front of the choker but if you could help it you would reduce the amount of suffering you currently had to endure - after all there was only more to come when you went back to the cloistered sept.

"It appears that the Seven has now blessed us with an incoming storm filled with lightning and thunder!" The lead septon cries out as you feel some of the pain that you've endured from earlier creep into your muscles.

"We have shackled the sinner into the symbol of the Seven! This is her first divine test! If the Seven spares her from being struck by lightning and thunder, she shall proceed to walk back to our cloister sept for her 30 days of solitude. And if she manages to survive those 30 days, then we shall give Prince Aemond the chance to remove her left eye for the offense she has caused him. And then she shall be given as a slave to Ser Criston Cole!"

The storm pours stronger and everyone else quickly go in search for shelter. If this is how the Seven or any divine being decides that you should die then so be it. You were too exhausted and in pain to even attempt to control the incoming lightning that was headed your way.

"If anyone out there can hear me - if you wish me to die, then smite me quickly!"

More rain, and now you hear the thunder. The sky was now dark and black with only the fires through the windows giving any sense of light amidst the continuing heavy downpour that was making things worse to see through.

"I'm too tired...I'm not strong...I'm too weak to be strong...to any being out there - end my misery...smite me in my sleep as I hang...as I hang from this post."

You feel the thorns prick against the underside of your chin as you surrender yourself to the whims of the thunderstorm.

You weren't able to enter into your dream bedroom nor play with Gregory or meet with the Sandman and his lovely wife.

Instead you had a dreamless sleep. Funny how you were also too exhausted to dream after the events of the day.

If you died now. Perhaps this was the best way.

After all you've already said your piece to everyone involved in the infighting. If you were to be the first casualty...

You just hope that the White Worm would keep her promise about being the one to make your proposed solution come true.

"Princess?" A soft voice slowly awakens you from whatever rest you had given yourself.

"Ser Arari?"

"It is about to be dawn. Quickly open your mouth. Drink some warm water." He guides you as you drink from his cup. As you slowly become more awake, you notice that he was not alone.

"My lady, here have some food. This porridge is still really warm. Priestess Kara made it herself when she and the other Holy women noticed the rain was ending."

"Don't worry Lady Alys, the three of us had made sure that none of the Faith Militant noticed our presence." Ser Ion says as he rubs salve over your wounds.

"Bu - but why?"

"My lady, we all know of the suffering you are about to endure. Allow us to help you alleviate some of it while we still can."

"That was really brave of you my lady." Your heart feels like breaking as Ser Kormy gives you a reassuring smile from under his hood.

"You are one of the strongest people I know. And what you have done really proves it."

"The acolyte is right. Dramatic? Yes, but sometimes dramatic measures needed to be taken for the point to be heard."

"I'm still rather upset that you didn't even attempt to at least guide the lightning away from you." You do your best to give him a sad smile.

"I'm sorry - I feel so exhausted to try and do it. And you've always said it's better to stay safe than to accidentally guide the lightning towards yourself."

"...It pains me to hear you say those words."

"What words Ser Arari?"

"That you're sorry."

"My colleague, at least this time she's saying it to something she has actually done."

"Or rather hasn't done. Oh I'm sorry lady Alys - I didn't mean -"

"It's fine Ser Kormy. I'm as fine as I can be."

"Oh Princess...your cries of pain as they dunked and whipped you had put a pain in our hearts."

"Why won't you let us help you? Or if not us then why not your allies in court?" Ser Ion asks in a mix of pain, anger, and sadness.

"Be - because...it is necessary...that I do this alone...there is no...other way for them...for them to -" You coughed heavily as all three of them looked at you in despair.

"Thank you, you three. But...I...need...to do this."

There was a reluctance in all of their ends to leave you. But after making sure that you ate enough and drank enough, they left as quickly as they came.

And that's when the sun rose.

And you were unshackled from the metal post with the seven pointed star.

Only for your next task to carry it on your own as you walked on foot to the way back to the cloister sept.

"Stop this." Aemond tries demanding the lead septon.

"Your highness, as a devout member of the Faith, surely you must know that this is necessary for her purification."

"I also know that the Faith highly promotes the truth. And the truth is that she is innocent of all the sins she has admitted to yesterday." You hear his tone become even more dangerous, but from what you can tell with the lead septon's back to you - Aemond was starting to get frustrated.

"And even if she were - she still bears so much guilt. Trust me your highness, we have all heavily evaluated her and all agree that this is the appropriate penance for her purification." Of course the Faith Militant wouldn't let you go. Now that you were under their power they will take this opportunity to sadistically release all their rage against your family. You were a bastard, a woman, accused of witchcraft, and most important of all - you did not have a dragon. Of all the members of your family who could've been placed in their power to abuse, you were the best one they could have hoped for. Someone with little to no power to retaliate against them.

The lead septon moves to order your unshackling before Aemond tries once again.

"Does the Faith not also prize forgiveness?"

"Of course it does your highness."

"Then as the alleged victim of one of her offenses, I forgive her from her sin against me." He does not let the septon's eyes out of his gaze.

"I forgive her for any sins she has done against me. She has suffered enough. She already has my forgiveness, let her go." There was a pause.

"Your highness..."

"Let her go, I will personally make sure she makes amends for all of her sins. She does not deserve this septon."

"... Your highness..."

Another long pause.

"...You are merely another member of the Faith. You may have power over the next ruler, the lands, or the skies with you and your dragons. But we, the Faith Militant, have the power over souls and over things the Sept alone cannot do. True, you may have forgiven her. But unless the High Septon himself intervenes - neither you nor any member of your family has power over her purification. She is after all the cause of your infighting."

You could only guess that his frustration now showed on his face as the metal post was placed on your back as you began your long walk from the gallows to the cloister sept. Members of the Faith Militant kept a close distance. To make sure that nobody helped you carry the metal post; and to make sure that if any of your relatives decided to use their dragon against them, their positions would guarantee that any dragonfire aimed at them would also kill you too.

After several days of walking while carrying the metal post, eating the bare minimum meal that they've given you to ensure you don't die along the way, and of sleeping on the floor - your group was now back in the cloister sept.

Just a little more...

Just put the metal post on the altar...

"An applause for a task well done!" You were numb to the applause given by those around you. You were too exhausted to really appreciate it anyways. The metal post was somewhat bearable. But after being food deprived, sleep deprived, and pain induced for several days, you were surprised that you were able to make it.

"In celebration of her first major penance, she shall be given a heavier meal to prepare for the next stage of purification."

The meal it turned out didn't matter so much. It was probably one of the last sources of relief before they placed you in an entirely different room.

This room was painted white all around. The window was high enough that you couldn't reach it, but also small enough to only allow air flow to pass in the room. There was no bed, only a hay mattress with reed mats on the floor. The walls were close together - not allowing for much room to move around except perhaps to walk towards the chamber pots. One for urine, one for feces.

And nothing else.

"This room is especially designed for reflection sinner." The septa says as she removes the braids she has previously made.

"No distractions. Just thoughts and reflection. Now hold still."

She then begins cutting off your beautiful long hair.

"This is to remove your sin of vanity. After all, it would simply get in the way of your purification now in your 30 days of solitude." Maybe vainness was a sin of yours after all. Your heart breaks everytime you feel your head getting lighter. Today was the second day of your 30 days.

The next time you were brought out of your room it was about the fifth day in your thirty days.

This time they removed the thorn choker they had placed on you.

What brief relief.

And after making sure the wounds made by the thorns were cleaned and treated.

The relief ended.

XXX

"May this suffering purify her!" Someone said as they lay you on your back with your arms outstretched and your legs spread apart.

And you had to maintain that for what seemed like hours on end. If you moved, they would place it back into position. You knew when it was over because then they would make you stand before escorting you to your room of reflection as they call it.

You lost the count of when you were on your days in your 30 days of solitude. They made sure to only bring you out of your room rather sparingly. You weren't sure if you were just becoming insane at the loss of anything to do while you were just kept in your room. Even meals and hygiene washes became another chance of simply having something to do apart from your thoughts.

Your penance through stillness has evolved. This time instead of your arms outstretched, you were to keep your arms straight above you as you held various sacred objects of the Faith. Once again for hours on end. On the good side, it meant that you didn't have to be in your room as much. On the bad side, it meant more active torture from the Faith Militant.

You don't know which you preferred more. A room alone with your thoughts without anything to do and no one - not even the beings you've met in your dreams - to talk to; or actively suffering as the Faith Militant take sadistic delight in it. You pretend not to know that some of them were pleasuring themselves on the sides as they watch you struggle to endure your suffering. But even they cannot hide the smell of their sex and their releases from your senses.

Soon it evolved once again.

This time it was placing needles under every toenail as your arms struggled to keep their strength and rigidness of carrying whatever object they have you carry for that day. You thought you knew how painful needles were since you would occasionally prick yourself while doing needle work with Rhaena or Helaena. But it was an entirely different and much more painful experience when needles would be jammed underneath your toenails.

You really tried hard not to cry.

And soon because of your reactions - a lot of them you couldn't control - if there was something that they didn't like, whether it was how your tears began running from your eyes or if they didn't like your expression or how you reacted - your torturers would now quickly remove any object you were holding, stretch your arms wide, and insert needles under every fingernail.

You had to endure these things for hours on end.

You don't know how much time has passed before the lead septon had a special set of tools that was being prepared in the fire of your torture room.

"And now to remind you of the power of the Seven, we shall now place on you their star on your body." Your eyes widen, someone starts saying a prayer as you were forcefully made to lie on your back. They immediately close your legs and settle your feet on the table.

"Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger, by placing your star on her body, purify her foul sins and save her from the Seven Hells."

It began with your left foot. On the space between your toes and the joint where your leg and your foot meets. They had to hold you down, but allowed you to cry and scream in agony. All the while repeating the same statement over and over again.

"Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger, by placing your star on her body, purify her foul sins and save her from the Seven Hells."

Then it was your right foot.

Then the leftside of your hip.

Then the right.

Then your left hand inside your palm.

Then the right.

Then finally you were made to sit up.

To be branded on the back of your neck.

The only benefit you could see was that at least now you had something new to think and ponder about as you stay in the mental shackles of your room.

XXX

Whenever you rested in between your sessions of suffering you believe you have begun to lose your mind.

Perhaps they have slipped in something hallucinogenic in the food and drink they gave you to make sure you were alive for the next session.

But as you allowed your mind to rest from your waking suffering, you began to notice figures of those familiar to you.

"You've done well Alys." Says the figure of your mother. It was her voice, her mannerisms.

But it was not her.

"Trust your instincts." Says the figure of Ser Ion, nodding towards you as you notice that he and the figure of your mother have the same aura.

"You're noticing the clues fast." The figure of your father, Daemon, smirks and gives a nod to the figure of your mother.

"What else did you think?" The figure of Aemond retorts as he crosses his arms. His sword and dagger sheathed and yet something told you that he was ready for a fight at any time.

"You all vastly underestimate her."

"Including Alys herself." The figure of the Prophetess Agnes appears, judging both you and everyone else.

"And you warrior -" Aemond's figure then turns to face Agnes.

"You think yourself exempt? Only she had the balls to allow this suffering to happen to her."

"Quite true." The figure of Vereena responds gently as she appears beside Agnes.

"And yet she calls herself too weak to be considered someone strong."

Wait.

Your mother, your father, Ser Ion who teaches about Balerion who was a blacksmith and inventor, Aemond who was the best swordsman among the greens...

Then the Prophetess Agnes, the eldest among the Holy Women, and Vereena, your handmaiden...

"Are you the Seven?"

"Yes" You turn around and there was the androgynous hooded figure of the Stranger. Even the Stranger's voice is neither male or female.

"Am I hallucinating? Is this a dream?"

"We are in between the state of being awake and the state of you falling into deep sleep." Says the crone through Agnes.

"Don't worry, we have asked permission from the Sandman to meet you like this." Vereena, or rather the maiden adds.

"Alys dear." Your mother - the mother moves forward and gently holds your face in her hands.

"I am so sorry that you have to suffer like this from my followers."

"Our rather uncritical, hypocritical and fanatic followers. This was not what we had in mind when the Faith Militant was formed."

"There's no use dwelling on that, Great Father, none of us, not the Sandman, not his wife, or any of us in the divine realm can interfere with the free will of mortals." Ser Ion - the Smith says in hidden retort.

"Then why did you want to meet with me? Was it just so I have proof that you exist?"

"Our meeting is to assure you that you are where you are meant to be." Vereena says.

"Your suffering is about to end soon." The Stranger says ominously.

"Your sacrifice has inspired many things to happen. You'll find out soon, but do not lose hope Alys."

"Yes, just what the warrior has said. You are starting to remember who you are. You are far more than what you think you are."

"Don't spoil the surprise Great Mother." Agnes warns as your mother chuckles.

"Now rest. We shall see you soon. The Sandman will be peeved if we keep you from sleep any longer than necessary."

"Easy for you to say Maiden." Your father scoffs, and soon they all fade away and you once again enter into a dreamless sleep.

Your next encounter with the seven was when your torture first introduced the needles to be included in your torment.

You could still feel the pain from their new torture toys as you lay down on the mattress on the ground. They didn't give you much for supper. Just some soup and water. You were still famished and also exhausted as the only thing you feel like doing is laying yourself to rest.

Once again, they meet you in a state between deep sleep and being awake.

"You are still sleeping, just lightly." Says the Maiden, in the form of Vereena.

"If I am only lightly sleeping, then why don't I wake at the sound of something that would alarm me?"

"You're sleeping deeper than what would ordinarily be considered light. But you are not yet in the state of deep sleep. Which is why you initially thought you were hallucinating."

"Sometimes I believe I still am Ser Ion - I mean, Smith." He chuckles at this. It was trying to mimic Ser Ion's laugh but you couldn't point out why there's something odd about it.

"To be fair the Smith is currently in the form of another being."

"Another being Great Mother?" You ask.

"You'll find out in time." Answered the Great father as he settles himself beside the Great mother.

"May I ask you all - why are you doing this? Helping me? Reassuring me that I'm not going insane?" You couldn't see all seven but you can feel all their eyes on you.

"We made a promise to both the Sandman and his wife to protect you while you are in this world." The warrior using Aemond's form and voice says as he goes closer to you until your gazes meet as he lowers himself to your level.

"Or at least to do our best to protect and help you without interfering with free will." The warrior says softly, his gaze infinitely more softer than you've ever seen on the actual Aemond.

You were confused.

By now you know that you must have been close with both the Sandman and his wife. After all they reintroduced you to Gregory. It was clear that they care for you and are watching over you even now.

"I know they care about me, and I probably care about them. But why would they be so concerned about my life here? I'm just a strange mortal who has developed powers that no one else in Westeros has. And even if they happen to be secret Targaryen powers, of all people why do I have to be the one to inherit them?"

The warrior, the smith, and the father chuckles. The mother, the maiden, and the crone exchange knowing looks.

"I'm afraid we cannot answer that." The stranger goes closer to you. Oddly you can feel an aura of gentleness from the androgynous being.

"You do not know it yet, but you already have the answers you seek. If we told you now it would only cause more harm than good."

"We understand your impatience to know." The Great mother says as she walks towards you. The warrior making room for her to hold your hands.

"And if it were up to us - and many beings who have been watching over you - we would have already told you. But if we did, you wouldn't be able to grow."

"To do that would be to mess with Destiny!" The crone adds to the mother's comment.

"To mess with Destiny is to make the path harder and more difficult." The crone says ominously.

"And none of us -"

"Not we, the Seven -"

"The Sandman -"

"His wife -"

"And even Destiny -"

"None of us -"

"Want that for you."

Then all the seven merged into one androgynous being. You could only see the silhouette of a human body, the light emanating from the form prevented you from seeing any specific details beyond the silhouette.

"There are other beings who already seek to harm you. Both mortal and divine. Which is why you must trust yourself to find the answers you seek on your own." The being's voice is a combination of all the voices you've heard by being in various forms that were familiar to you. With the Stranger's voice being the lead voice to make everything clearer.

"Is my only choice to wait for the memories to comeback? Is there no other way?"

"Allow yourself to dream once again. You know by now that it's easier for you to remember in the world of dreams."

"I find myself too exhausted and too frightened to dream while I am here."

"Then allow me to assist you. I shall make sure you are allowed a full night to dream and a full night to rest."

"But - but what if the Faith Militant forces me to wake up in the middle of it all? After all you cannot interfere with free will."

"True, but I can still exercise my influence over my devotees...Perhaps it is about time I enlighten them on a few things. And don't underestimate the Sandman's ability too."

You give the being of the Seven a nod as you feel him guide you. Soon enough you feel the presence of the Sandman as you also feel yourself relax even more.

You see him on front of you in what appears to be a garden.

"Thank you Septimus."

"You're welcome Sandman." The Sandman says as you take his hand.

"I shall see you later Alys." The being then fades away.

"Septimus?"

"One of the Seven's many names. They adopted it whenever they choose to appear as a singular merged being. The name simply means 'Seven' or 'the Seventh' in an existing language. But enough of that - how are you? Truly?"

It was in seeing the care and concerned in his eyes that you find yourself breaking down. You couldn't help but simply cry heavily on his shoulder as he embraces you and rubs on your back.

"I'm - I'm - I'm so sorry ...that I'm..."

"It's fine. Release everything you feel inside."

For awhile it seemed all you did was sob on his shoulder as he rubbed your back and gently rocked you to soothe you as you released your sobs.

When you calmed down and released him from your embrace in his hands was a napkin and a large crystal goblet filled with the bubbly water.

"Do you...Do you think I've taken it too far? By allowing myself to suffer at the hands of the Faith Militant and claiming many of my family's sins as my own...Is it too much?" You ask him as you take occasional sips from the large crystal goblet. The bubbly water refreshing you.

"I think that you made the choice that you believed would solve the problems that you see are emerging. And with the limited information that you have and the limited options given the recent circumstances surrounding your kidnapping...it was the choice that was the most promising." A part of you wishes Gregory would appear, but you're also too exhausted to do anything but pet him. Besides you need an outsider's perspectives on your journey so far.

"Is it worth it? Was my suffering worth it? Or was all the pain just done to me in vain?"

"Alys." His voice was soothing as he offers you his shoulder once again. This time you lay your head sidewards.

"If it's any consolation, my wife and I experienced our own kind of suffering watching what they were doing to you...And yet knowing that we cannot intervene...However only you can tell me if your voluntary suffering was worth it."

"But I'm still stuck, here in this place of suffering. And I have no idea if my pain has any effect beyond the Faith Militant abusing me sadistically. I am now an outlet for their wrath and ill will towards my family."

"I may be able to give you some encouragement if those are your worries."

"Oh? How?" You turn to face him, his eyes still gentle but his voice had a hint of authority.

"I cannot tell you the details - but know that there are discussions now made among various influential authorities."

"On what?" He remains silent.

"That's already a sufficient hint for you to not lose hope. You're beginning to awaken, it won't be long now. You're doing very well." You awaken, finding yourself well rested for the first time in a long time.

The next timeyou encounter the seven was after you were branded with the star of the seven in seven areas of your body. Or rather it wasn't an encounter in the present time. It was an encounter with them in a memory. A memory which felt too odd to be real, but it had the same familiarity as your other memories that you've experienced so far.

"Are you ready?" You ask the same merged androgynous form. It was early morning and the sun had just risen up. The merged form that the Sandman has called Septimus, nods at you and before your eyes the form divides itself into seven spheres of floating energy. You feel yourself gathering energy and making it flow to the seven floating shperes. Slowly but ever surely, as they get more of the energy you were guiding towards them, all seven spheres slowly mold into humanoid figures. It was hard work, this process taking several days, but by the time the sun sets on the seventh day of you essentially feeding energy to the seven figures, they were now fully formed aspects of what once was one. All seven of them were now able to to move independently, yet connected from each other,

"Oh thank you, thank you so much!" The figure of themaiden cries, but nearly stumbles before the figure of the smith caught her before she fell to the ground.

"Careful Maiden. You're still a new being; made from the thoughts and beliefs of the people here in the Andal Hills. You all must take the time to practice moving as people do. Adjust yourselves to -"

You feel something move in your pocket of your dress.

"Excuse me for a moment." You go outside away from their presence. Not for the sake of privacy - they were still divine beings who had better hearing than any mortal even if you had guided life force energy in their separate aspects - but rather to be able to check the item moving rapidly.

You take out what appears to be a bronze circular brooch. Inside the circle was a cross and two lines diagonally placed. All of them meeting at the center.

The sign of the crossroads.

You instantly knew who was trying to call you.

The memory ends before it was revealed. But you had a feeling of dread, that it was about to lead to something horrible.

Some time after you've experienced that memory, you were brought before the lead septon of your torment. Or purification as they say. According to him and other members responsible for your "Purification", they've decided to give you an option on how to proceed.

Or rather it's an illusion of choice.

"You want me to become a sex slave?!"

"One of your sins is for the rape of one of the Kingsguard. It's only fair that since you did not value your virtue and gave in to your lust, we believe the most adequate way to purify you and show you the error of your ways is to be in relieving others."

"What's wrong with my penance so far?"

"You are not yet adequately broken sinner. If you choose to accept being in service for the next two weeks we won't give you as a slave to Ser Cole anymore upon your last day. Surely you would think this is an opportunity that must be taken." You hear the soft chuckles of the Faith Militant surrounding you.

So this was their plan?

To break you through torture just to violate you sexually under the delusion of purification.

You see it all now.

You may have never been with a man but this isn't how you would want your first experience to be.

"I refuse."

"I had a feeling you were going to say that. We'll be adding 40 more days to your purification here."

"But - But you said that it will only last for 30 days -"

"That was before we found out that you are not yet truly broken."

"And how do you expect to tell the public that?"

"The public and your family have all forgotten about you by now. Why do you think that no one has intervened on your behalf sinner? Even they agree that you are better off here than in court."

You were dragged back into your room.

XXX

For awhile you are simply left to your room, your imagination taunting yourself at what they may possibly have in store. What seemed like days later, they brought you again to your room of torture.

Here once you laid back they place a piece of cloth to cover your entire face. And then they slowly dripped water - or at least you assume it was water - on to the cloth.

Before you knew it you found yourself suffocating.

XXX

"Accept the offer, and you shall be free before you know it."

Don't lose hope

People kept telling you mysteriously to not lose hope. The Priestess Kara, the Sandman, the mysterious being who spoke through Ser Kormy...they all kept emphasizing not to lose hope.

Not to give up.

You weren't sure how you were able to do it, but you managed to survive each suffocating session.

And soon they started to feed you something strange. Probably drugs mixed in with the food that they gave you. You were more than sure that your imagination wasn't this crazy or vivid within the blank walls of your room.

Soon they made sure that you were in a state of high vividness and you took in even more of whatever they were feeding you. It made the sessions even worse.

But still you would not give in.

You would not lose hope.

You would rather have the Stranger take you than to serve their sexual needs with the excuse that you were purifying yourself. Better to die a virgin then.

Your hallucinations got even worse as time goes on.

It was tricky trying to distinguish what was your imagination and what was hallucinations mentally choking you.

All this within the confines of the blank walls.

You don't want to lose hope but you were exhausted.

"Given how she is, it's possible she could expire any day now."

"Isn't the food and the drugs helping?"

"The drugs absorbed quickly because of how little she has taken food. She only takes liquids now." You hear them when they think you are asleep. Strangely nowadays you find yourself too exhausted to even sleep right away.

You began to notice how serious it is when they begin sending the confessor septon to you. Him dressed in all black with a black hood concealing his face.

"Why black?"

"It's because the Stranger may claim you anyday now. You have become too fragile for any active forms of purification."

"Is it because my body now rejects any food other than soup?"

"Perhaps sinner."

He was one of the more gentler confessors. They would change who got to be your last confessor everyday. Their times unpredictable but they always came in a black hood covering their faces.

Your mind was too tired and too drugged on whatever substance they keep feeding you till now. It was too exhausting to remember the various different voices. They were all different and yet so the same.

You don't know how long you've been here anymore. It must be longer than 30 days. Or maybe it only seemed to be longer than 30 days.

You don't want to give up hope.

But you also want it to end.

All your supernatural experiences seemed to tell you that if you didn't immediately remember your much needed memories, everything might come back after you die.

If that's the case then maybe you should at least prepare. You feel yourself going colder each day.

You decide to make a confession to whomever comes to you next. The Seven had promised you, the Sandman, and his wife, their protection of you. Surely they could understand why you did what you've done. You weren't going to force your death - you couldn't even intentionally harm yourself. But if you were to die, at least you told someone everything.

You were not giving up hope.

There's a chance that your confessor could somehow contribute to whatever the White Worm has in mind.

Have faith, have hope.

Once again you find yourself struggling to sleep. Finding many thoughts in your head and too exhausted to simply sink into a deep slumber. They must have increased the dosage of the drugs because you find your mind numb, and your mental images even more vivid than before.

A black hooded figure once again enters your room.

There was something different about him from your other confessors.

The way the figure moves with both strength and remorse.

Oh

Now you understand.

"Have you come to be my final confessor Stranger?" Who else could it have been? The being of the Seven did promise to see you later.

This must be your time.

"Alys?" Strange, the voice sounded really similar to Aemond's. Why switch up forms now?

Oh

"I see you want me to be comfortable with what you are about to do. And so now you appear before me in a form that pleases me." How ironically fitting that the Stranger is going to take you in Aemond's form.

You cared for him.

You aren't sure if this is called love.

You weren't even sure if this was infatuation or lust.

But since there is no point in running away from the inevitable...you may not know what name to place on your feelings, but you cared for him deeply.

If only the two of you were born in different circumstances.

"Alys, its me-"

"I know Stranger, but there's no point in hiding what you are about to do. Please Stranger, before you take me to be judged by the Great father. Please hear my last confession before you take me. And please, for my dying wish...please take me in my sleep. I'm so tired and exhausted, I want it to be as painless as possible. At least in my sleep...in my dreams, I could be free to who I am. Even though I don't quite know what that is yet."

The Stranger pauses.

"...Very well, what is your last confession?"

Slowly yet surely you pour out everything that had been plaguing your heart and mind.

"Then why? Why did you choose this? This suffering for the sins that are not yours?" Odd, there was something in the Stranger's voice. A mix of sadness, anger, frustration, and pain.

"Because they were all hurt by those sins. No one was going to do anything to solve the problems. Instead they let it foster until that hurt makes them inflict the hurt on others. Everyone, including my own mother, has too much pride and ego to have a heart to heart talk. I know how messy these kinds of talks are, but we are born into a system wherein there is too much at stake. And it seems only I - all I want is to not have bloodshed. I don't need them to be friends, but I want a solution that will stop the dispute without killing anyone."

"...Some people say that would be too good to come true." You couldn't help but smile at this.

"My father has already said that. Even Aemond, the one whose form you are in has the same sentiments. But if dreamers are powerless, then why were we spared from the Doom of Valyria because of a dream? Why did Nymeria become the ruler of Dorne with only a dream along with her army? Without the ability to dream of better things...better changes...then we resign ourselves to only being satisfied with far less than we deserve."

"Then don't you think that even you deserve better?"

"Of course, but just as the White Worm says, everything worth doing has always some risk. If this is to be my last few moments then I'm happy that the people will remember me for being the ultimate traitor who was the source of the family infighting. After all what else could unite people of all kinds than a common enemy? I already know that by claiming those sins as my own, both factions and everyone at court wishes me to suffer and die. All I'm doing is simply giving everyone what they want."

"And what makes you think that this is what they want?"

"Simple, through my solution, my brothers would be released from my mother's schemes of using them for positions they don't even want...my -" You cough a few times before resuming.

"My uncle, Aegon, would be free from a postion he doesn't want without having to flee to Essos or to die. My own mother and Aemond will be forced to be tested which of them would be a better ruler - and this will hopefully put an end to the dispute. Because whomever becomes the victor will have the people by their side, not just the disputable whims of the King. Of course not all would be satisfied - which is why whomever loses shall still have a permanent place in the counsel to keep the balance."

You take a heavy breath as you feel yourself getting colder.

"I know it's idealistic. It will probably never be implemented. And yet even now I can't afford to lose either hope or faith. It's the only way I see that gives the opportunity for those who don't want to rule to step aside; for those who wants to rule to assert themselves; and for them to be vetted by the people they will rule over. After all Aemond has been doing his best to prepare to rule, but has simply never had the opportunity."

Your eyes start to close.

"It...it seems that is all the breath...I have for a...a last confession...but you and...and the other Seven...probably already know ... my own thoughts and feelings..."

You feel the Stranger move to take your hands.

Funny how warm they are.

"Alys."

"You can take me now...thank you for listening Stranger."

You feel someone move to carry you, vaguely hear shouts, and someone else who touched your hands.

The Stranger feels so warm as you are cradled like a baby.

You then succumb to the darkness of rest.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: DON'T WORRY SHE'S NOT DEAD! She's just knocked out into a coma. You'll see in the next chapter:

1.) If it isn't obvious already, I took a lot of inspiration from the Passion of Jesus Christ (out of season I know. In a few days its supposedly the celebration of his birth - never thought my culturally forced Catholic education would be used this way but here we are). In some ways I reversed the order of the Passion by having the "Cruxifiction" part be done first and to aggravate it by making her carry the metal post to the place where she would be "purified";

2.) Some of the tortures used are a mix and match of real life medieval torture of alleged witches during the Spanish Inquisition era. I stayed away from any genital related tortures because that was personally too much for me;

3.) I know the Faith Militant was only revived during the GOT time of events and they are disbanded during the Dance of Dragons. How I decided to write it is that they are only legally disbanded but unofficially and in practice they are still very much present and the main branch of the Faith just ignore what they're doing since they benefit from having them as both the more radical branch and as their unofficial armed forces/torturers. And since they are also still angry at the Targaryens, the moment Alys goes to them they are going to milk that opportunity as much as they can;

4.) I was really excited to write this part because it was one of the first scenes or parts that was in my head when my real life friends and I were discussing what would be a challenge or a situation that could not be solved by Aemond's overcompensating in his mind, and abilities. And as @aemonds-war-crime has already pointed out, Aemond is just as devout as Alicent to the Faith of the Seven. Having a branch of the Faith actively torturing and only seeing him as not a Prince but simply another member of the Faith would force him to seek another way of helping Alys;

5.) At first I was wondering how to introduce the Seven to Alys, but then I recalled someone say how sometimes deities adapt the forms of people you love or are familiar with in order to make you comfortable or to get the point across. Also by having an aspect of the Seven adapt to the form of Aemond it also allows her to confess to Aemond while thinking he is the Stranger who has come to take her and end her life (I mean in a way she has died, but its not physical);

6.) If you're wondering why I didn't allow her to confess her feelings for him, it's because her feelings play a role later. But if it helps, Aemond is starting to suspect both his own and how she feels for him; and

7.) For the bronze brooch featured in the memory with the Seven- imagine an asterisk inside of a circled border. That is essentially what it is 😅; and

8.) I got the name "Septimus" from Stardust (Yes I know another Neil Gaiman property).

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Teyvat Blossoms - a series ❀

Teyvat Blossoms [click for the main masterlist]

Chapter 1: Would you like a drink?

cw — smut, f reader, gentle, unexpected, unprotected, vanilla, slight fluff, reader wearing diluc's hoodie

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"We'll definitely have the prettiest stalls than all the others" Your eyes sparkled, drawing on your pad. You then felt a tap on your shoulder causing you to yell. You look around and see the person "O-Oh, Diluc! you startled me!" you hide your pad, embarrassed, you're not exactly the best artist.

"I apologize. I kept looking for your earlier, why are you still in your office? It's getting late" He said, you look at the time and he was right. You've been brainstorming for hours.

You immediately put everything in your bag and stand up "Oh right. How about you? Not going home?" you asked, he doesn't live that far away.

"About that — can you help me?" He asked, you nod and grab your bag. He kept averting your gaze and is fidgeting.

"Sure, what's up?" You asked him. He seemed a little bit nervous

He coughed nervously, clearing his throat "I-I made a drink of sort" he rubbed the back of his head, still not looking at you at all.

"Relax Diluc, it'll be fine. Take me there" you tell him. He's very responsible. The others are probably asleep by now or at home already. Zhongli actually shares a room with Xiao, it's a whole other story.

Diluc took you to the mini tavern you had at the inn. It was clean in there, it smelled good too. You haven't been here in a while "Wow Diluc, you're definitely not breaking my trust huh? This place still looks amazing"

"Of course, I take my job very seriously" He said, preparing the drink "If it's alright with you to wait, I'll make the drink now. It's better if it's freshly made"

You nod "No problem at all" you watched as he does his magic. He moves so gracefully, mixing drinks, pouring, no mess was made at all. He was really skilled. You picked the perfect person for this job. You had no idea why he chose to work with you, it's just a small business.

He then gave you the drink. It looked so beautiful, you knew exactly what flower it was supposed to be "It's — a small lamp grass. Diluc, this is amazing! It's glowing!" your eyes sparkled.

"Very perceptive" he smiled a little, your heart just jumped seeing that. To change the pace of things, you drank it.

He waited for your response with a serious face. He looked tired, he was, but he still looked good. What's his secret? As these thoughts run through your mind, you never realized that you finished the drink.

"I-It's amazing" You coughed a little "I'm sorry I drank it all" you gave an excuse, you had no idea you did that. You were so focused on staring at him.

He smiled a little "No worries. It's flattering. I tried infusing real lamp grass into it but I don't think it's perfect yet. Diona is great at these things, I should learn a thing or two from her"

You had no idea what he was talking about! "It's already amazing, Diluc! I don't know much about drinks but I know when I enjoy it" you smile at him, telling him the truth. He sighed with another small grin.

"Thank you. Get some rest, I'll clean up" he said, starting to fix things but then you helped him. You can't help it. He looks so overworked, you thought maybe you were too bossy earlier.

Then you keep thinking if the others are like this too. If they're overworking themselves. You sigh at the thought, helping Diluc clean up. You decide to check on everybody tomorrow.

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The next day, you call everybody to your office again "If you guys need any help, I'll help you" you tell them. Suddenly, they became alive.

There were multiple comments about it but eventually it died down and everybody went back to their jobs. After a few hours, you checked on every single one of them.

Childe was cooking for the other customers, you're guessing he didn't have enough time to brainstorm for the event food yet. Kaeya was hanging out with him again! So you gave them an earful.

Zhongli was drawing some designs while not busy. You never approached him but you always see that Scaramouche guy always complaining to him about everybody.

Thoma was busy cleaning, after that he continued to make the designs, he's very fast.

As usual, Itto's doing nothing. He's the guardian of Wangshu, that's what he says anyway. He's a guard.

You thought of another person, Albedo who works at the library but you never bothered him to do anything since nobody will go to the library during the event .. probably?

You then went to the mini tavern, to Diluc's and there's the regular customers: Venti, Rosaria and Kaeya. Kaeya's in here again .. well .. atleast he's not bothering Childe.

"Busy day?" You ask, sitting in front of him. He nods, continuing his work "Everybody seems to be doing fine .. I think so" you laugh.

Diluc gave you a small laugh "They'll be fine"

"Another for the bard" Venti said, raising his glass "Hey owner, since the Teyvat Blossoms is coming, don't we get a discount or better .. free alcohol?" he raised an eyebrow, his finger on his chin as if thinking.

You sigh "The event is like months away. Pay your debt!" you point at him.

Rosaria doesn't really speak much but you can see her smile from time to time.

"Well, I'm excited for the parade" Kaeya said, smelling the wine in his glass "It'll be a blast"

"No Kaeya's allowed in the event" You said, making Diluc laugh, serving you another one of the drinks.

"You're kidding" Kaeya smirked, this guy is so hard to annoy but you always try your best "Why do you hate me so?"

You roll your eyes "You always disturb Childe while he works" you avert your gaze, both arms folded in front of your chest.

"You want him for yourself? How greedy" Kaeya released a soft snicker. Your face turned red immediately.

"Stop teasing her. Here" Diluc gave Kaeya his drink to shut him up "Don't listen to him, he has nothing better to do"

"He's just trying to flirt with you and he keeps failing" Rosaria glared at him while he just gave her a sweet smile.

"Enough talk about flirting and teasing. Let's get drunk!" You already know who said that, the bard.

A few hours later, everybody went home except you and Diluc. He was cleaning up and you were still drinking. Thet's when he asked you something "Want to— try my other mixes? About the event of course" he said, nervous because he was lying.

You nod "S-Sure" feeling tipsy "What's the flower tonight?" you asked, leaning in a little closer to the counter then to his face, you hiccup and lean back "I'm sorry" feeling embarrassed.

He can't help but smile at how adorable you were being "You're drunk, let's rest for today. You can have my other mixes another day" he said, helping you.

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One week has passed, you helped everybody with designs and output. You and Diluc have been practicing all this time. You felt closer to him. He's very talkative once you get to know him.

"Would you like a drink today, boss?" He asked, it was that time of the night again. Nobody was there, you were behind the counter with him. You've picked out a few tricks yourself, learning along the way. You and Diluc decide to make a drink for each other today, according to the theme of course.

You ponder for a while, trying to make a valberry drink but you were so clumsy "Diluc— heeeelp" you whined, almost crying "I'm so messy I'm sorry!" you try cleaning up when accidentally the drink fell on your lap.

"Oh no" Diluc said, helping you. He grabbed a couple of tissues and started wiping your thighs. You immediately felt your heart race. You drank a little and he did too but there's no way you're both drunk.

You gulp "W-Wait, um, Di-Diluc" you were embarrassed. When Diluc finally realized what he was doing, he stopped, his ears and face red and hot.

"Sorry.." He muttered, he held your hand and pulled you back. Your heart pounding with every step, not knowing what he was about to do.

He took you at the back. There were a couple of boxes and it smelled like wine. He was quiet and just grabbed something, it was a hoodie then he gave it to you "Here, to cover yourself up"

You can't help but smile, you took the hoodie and wore it, it was so big that it looked like a dress! The hoodie smelled good "U-Um, can you— I'm going to— can you leave for a second?" it was kind of awkward. He immediately nodded and left the room.

You finally started breathing freely. You slid your skirt off and folded it nicely then sighed "Geez, mixing drinks .. it's not for me" you kind of felt cold just wearing panties under the hoodie "Hmm, well, I should just take my blouse off too, feels weird wearing it"

You took the hoodie off and took your blouse off too, now you're just wearing your underwear. You immediately wore the hoodie and it was so comfy "Really smells like Diluc" you smiled, snuggling on the cloth. Then there was a knock on the door. You said "Diluc? Come in"

He then went in and immediately saw the folded clothes you took off. His whole face turned red "S-Should we continue making drinks or — I mean you should go home and rest" he averted his gaze.

You laugh a little "Oh come on, I was in the middle of making a drink for you!" you pulled his hand and went to the counter and continued.

He was so nervous around you. He thought you were so cute wearing his hoodie, how it looked like a dress when you wore it but also he thought it was so hot, you wearing his clothes. He never thought he would see it. You were his boss and friend, he can't think of inappropriate stuff about you.

He gulped, watching you mix drinks, you did something wrong but he was too nervous to tell you.

"Um, can you help me?" You were kind of doing a lot. He chuckled then helped you "Thank you and thank you for the hoodie, it's really comfortable"

He clenched his teeth, trying his best not to make skin to skin contact with you while helping but it couldn't be helped. His hand touched yours, it made his heart skip a beat. You looked so beautiful, smiling while doing this drink. He can feel the heat coming and leaving his face.

"Done!" You said, this brought Diluc back to reality "Taste it!" Diluc slowly put the straw in his mouth, you stare at him, realizing how handsome he is. You touched your face to cover your face.

He turned to look at you and said "It's really good" he smiled. You two just stared at each other's eyes, sparkling, Diluc pushed the drink a little far away to avoid it from falling.

You stared at each other for a few seconds, he then leaned closer, you feel your heart beat faster and faster. His hands went to your waist, forming an embrace, pulling you closer to his face. You were just letting it happen.

You close your eyes and feel his lips on yours. You wrap your arms on his neck, the kiss getting deeper and deeper by the second. His wrap on your waist was getting tighter, pressing his body against yours.

You then separate with each other, a string of saliva parted you. You were breathing kind of hard "D-Diluc— we—" you didn't finished. He pulled you towards the back room, closed the door then pinned you on the wall.

He placed his thumb on your chin and whispered "I can't resist you anymore" he leaned closer to whisper in your ear "You're making me feel things" he said before kissing you again, this time he was aggressive. Your hand held his face, pulling him even closer, making the kiss deeper and more aggressive.

You were both breathing hard, you tried entering your tongue inside his mouth, his eyes widen but eventually he played with yours using his, exploring your mouth.

He placed his hands on your ass and carried you up, still pinned on the wall, you wrap your legs on his hips. The kiss still intense.

Nobody said a word, his hand started to roam on your thighs, inside the hoodie "D-Diluc, this position is kinda hard" you mutter in between your kisses.

He let you down and stopped for a while to breathe. He looked everywhere, he really wanted this to happen. He carried you bridal style, making you squeal and laugh a little. He just smiled at you and laid you down on a table after throwing the stuff above it.

He crawled on top of you with a smirk "You're right. This way I see all of you" he took his shirt off. You were looking up at him and thought how hot he was.

He leaned closer "Why are you staring at me like that?" he smirked again before kissing you.

You touch his face with a giggle "You're so hot right now" you were a blushing mess. Then you start making out again, aggressively. He started grinding his hips onto yours, letting you feel his erect cock.

He moaned softly on your neck, licking and kissing it, he whispered "I can't — take it anymore"

You moaned, feeling good "Then .. put it in" you whisper back, kissing his neck softly.

You hear him unbuckle his belt and take his pants and underwear off. He pulled your hoodie up, revealing your underwear.

"Y-You want me to take the hoodie off?" You ask him, averting your gaze from embarrassment.

"No, keep it, it's sexy" He said, taking your bra and panties off. He touched your breasts gently, he started fondling it and pinching it, teasing you "God ,you're so beautiful" you moaned as his fingers rub your already erect nipples. He leaned even closer to your breasts and then sucked it.

You released a louder moan "D-Diluc! S-Sensitive pa—" you moaned even louder, feeling his tongue circling your nipple, you grabbed his head and stroked his red locks "T-That feels — good"

He looked at you while sucking your nipples, seeing how you react and he wasn't disappointed, he definitely liked that look on your face but it was hard to see with him sucking your breasts and all so he thought of another way to see it clearly.

He pulled back and rubbed his fingers in your folds, you hold onto his other hand and moaned "D-Diluc" this time he definitely sees all of you. He rubbed your clit, slowly at first, observing how you would react. You cover your face but he immediately removed it gently.

"Don't. I like seeing your face" he smiled, putting a finger in your wet pussy. You feel his thick cock on your leg as he fingers you. He moved it in and out and then eventually added another finger. It felt so good that you were going crazy.

Your breasts bounce as his fingers goes in and out of your damp hole "I-I'm putting it in" he said, pulling his finger out and positioning himself at the entrance "Are you — ready?" he asked you first even though he can't wait anymore.

You nod, pulling his neck closer to yours for another kiss. It's not like you were a virgin but it was a pretty long time ago. He starts entering, it hurt at first but once he was in, you felt full and full of pleasure, your mind black, lust consuming you.

He started moving "Y-You feel so good" he whispered, looking at you while thrusting himself in and out at a slow pace "So warm and tight" he was breathing hard. Your hands roam around his torso, feeling his abs and shoulder, he's so hot, how did you not notice it before?

"Y-You're big" You whisper, trying your best at dirty talk. He leaned even closer, your nipples rubbing on his chest while he moves faster than before. Your moans become louder, you were going crazy moving your own hips to match his rythm, so his dick could go deeper in you.

He was sweating and you were too, both feeling tired but he doesn't stop at all. He went faster "I-I'm .. close" he whispered, kissing you aggressively again, your tongues playing with each other while he rubs your nipple.

Your moans became screams of pleasure "Diluc! S-Stop, I'm cumming!" he kept hitting the right spot, not stopping even he felt like cramping, he wanted to cum with you so bad.

His dick continued to go in and out roughly "Fuck! Cum with me" he said, grunting. After a few more thrusts, he moaned and pulled out, cumming on your stomach "Shit, sorry"

You came too, you looked down on your stomach and he came a lot "I-It's okay" he grabbed some tissues and wiped it off. He put his pants on and you pulled the hoodie down, too lazy to put your underwear.

You tried catching your breath first, but you stared at his back while he fix stuff up, clothes were everywhere. He turned to look at you and you quickly avert your gaze "I-I'm sorry about this.. I don't know what's gotten over me"

He walked closer to you in an instant and said "N-No! it's not your fault— I— I lik—" just when he was about to say something, someone knocked.

He immediately put his shirt on while you wear your underwear. There was a voice behind the door.

"Diluc? Are you there? There is something I'd like to ask you" it was Zhongli.

You feel nervous all of a sudden, of all the people, why does it have to be Zhongli to see you come out of a locked room with Diluc?

Diluc sensed your nervousness and whispered "I'll go out first and take Zhongli somewhere else, you can come out in a minute"

You sigh in relief "T-Thank you" he kissed your forehead then went out, making sure not to open the door too wide "Zhongli. How are you?"

Then the door closed. You ran up to the door and listened to the voices getting farther and farther. You wait for a second and come out "That was crazy" you whisper to yourself while walking towards your office "I feel like a teenager sneaking off like this" you giggle to yourself and remember what happened earlier "I can't believe .. Diluc and me .. oh god" you cover your face in embarrassmentnand bumped into someone.

"Boss?" Thoma said "Wow, that's really cute!" he said with a giant smile. He's such a sweetheart so you just laugh it off "Where did you come from?"

"Oh um just helped Diluc with his theme" You didn't lie "Anyway, need some help?"

"Maybe tomorrow. Rest is important too boss, so rest up alright?!" He said, worried, holding both your shoulders.

You nod "You too"

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The next day .. Diluc and Zhongli was inside your office. You remembered what happened again and feel yourself blush.

"Boss? You okay?" Diluc asked, he too was blushing but he was so much better at hiding his feelings than you.

You nod "What's the problem?" you ask them, this Scaramouche guy is what you're guessing the problem is.

"Uh— Scaramouche" Zhongli said "He's been complaining a lot lately and I can't get to work because of it. I just asked Diluc last night on what to do"

"I told Zhongli to just ban him forever" Diluc said, he said it with a straight face "And that I wasn't kidding when I said that"

"Well, we can't really afford to lose a customer. He's always here and there aren't really a lot of people here except when there's an event nearby" you sigh and rubbed your forehead "Don't worry, I'll talk to him, him and Childe are kind of close .. I guess?"

Both men nod and leaves the room after saying goodbye. You sigh "Fucking Scaramouche, always a pain in the ass, that little motherfuc—"

Later, you went to Childe and of course .. Kaeya's there again. You were already in a bad mood so this made it even worse "What the hell are you both doing?!"

"Just taking a break" Childe said, playing games on his phone "Why are you here?"

"You have tons of orders" You sigh, feeling stressed out "You two .. seriously" your eyebrows furrow "Get back to work!"

"Geez, he can handle it" Kaeya said "He always does this and he never fails to make an order. Believe me, I was here" he chuckled a little, two of them not even batting you an eye, too busy playing.

"Looks likes you need a break" Childe said "Take a break boss" then both of them laughed.

Usually, you aren't that angry at them, just having playful banter but this time you were in a really bad mood and they're not helping. You tried breathing in and out but the two were just so stubborn, saying other stuff that annoys you even more.

"See that Kaeya? Told you I always get what I want .. look at me freely playing this game and still doing my job amazing—" before Childe could even finish his sentence, you slapped hand causing the phone to fall down.

The two of them were surprised. Childe picked his phone up then you all saw that it was cracked. You suddenly felt guilty but didn't speak at all.

Kaeya stood up "I'm sorry" then left leaving you with Childe. Kaeya was scared, it wad the first time he saw you snap and he just wanted to get away as soon as possible.

Unfortunately for Childe, he works here "S-Sorry" he muttered, standing up then getting back to work. You felt like crying so you did and then ran away.

To be Continued ❀

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Tame a brat (Scaramouche x y/n)

Scenario: you're one of the commanders of the Fatui, bothered by them accusing you of having a fling with the 6th Harbinger. You surely know how to put them in their places, right? Well, Scaramouche surely knows how to put you in your place, that's for sure.

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"What a brat, who the hell made him take in this position in the first place?" Your eyes fell on the two men talking to each other while sharpening their blades. You bit your lower lip, it didn't even took you too much thought or you already knew who they were talking about.

You took a look at your weapon, thinking about a few adjustments you had to make before your next expedition since there wasn't that much time right now. "Kid thinks he can order everyone around.. Haven't you heard, he threatened our lead-commander..? What an idiot.." You aggressively stuck the point of your blade in the floor and stood up. "Could you shut up! You're talking as if you're any better.. At least he knows how to lead us all! Damnit.." You snarled angry, the two men looked at you.

".. Commander (L/n), not to be offensive or anything but you, you are just his pet. Nothing more, that's the only reason why you are defending him. He's a fucking brat." Your eyes widened, a pet? A pet he said!? "Oi.. Kamura, don't.." The other man said, you already picked up your weapon from the floor, about to teach the guy a lesson of respect..  Till you realized that that wasn't who you were. You were supposed to be calm and collected, you were a born leader.. The pack leader, you wouldn't be challenged by one of those under you. You simply sheeted your weapon, giving the man a gentle smile. "A pet? Surely I am not sitting on Lord Scaramouche's lap, am I?"

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Damnit. You were almost just a second ago, getting degraded.. Nothing too extreme, but.. The memory almost made you lose your posture.

"Exactly. Now, you better get to work. You aren't a member of the Fatui to just stand here to boringly sharpen your blood taking knifes and talk like damn grandma's." Your smile made them tremble in fear, you were absolutely terrifying and intimidating sometimes.. And that was the exact reason why you didn't wanted to lose your posture. Yet this exact posture and result you craved for, was completely thrown aside whenever he had you in his dirty claws. The men left, you shook your head wildly and made sure your entire body loosened up before you would continue checking around. You were supposed to ready them, assign their positions and all that kind of stuff.. Well.. After you discussed those plans with the sixth Harbinger, and on those occasions there was something that would always happen.

You froze in place, cold and firm fingers wrapped gently around your throat in an attempt to, harm you? Keep you in place? You were clueless. You didn't dare to turn around, already knowing who it was.. Well, his presence had something eerie in the first place, so it wasn't that hard to guess it was Scaramouche. "Look at those dear rats, what a betrayal..? Isn't it, (Y/n).." You raised your hands to try and remove his hand from your neck, you didn't mind.. But the place wasn't that appropriate. "Uh uh.." He easily grabbed both your wrists with one hand, moving closer to your ear with a grin on his face. "Being disobedient won't solve any problems here.." Shivers ran through your spine, you let out a shaky breath as he begun tracing your jawline, moving back to your neck and pressed a kiss on your shoulder. 'Mhmm.. That's my darling.." You silently breathed in, surrendering yourself completely to the fate that had greeted you a few seconds ago  until he completely let go of you and backed off. "All so inappropriate hmm? I can see that you enjoyed that, might as well call you a slut.." He flashed you another smug grin, placing his finger under your chin and tilted your head up. "Not a single word in response huh? Well, you better wait.. I'll make sure that that pretty mouth of yours won't be closed a single damn time once we're done with these shitheads.."

Your cheeks colored a bright red, your lips parting to try and say something.. But your breath was taken by a lustful kiss from Scaramouche, taking you by surprise. When he backed off he stared straight into your soul, noticing that you had been stunned by his actions once again. "Now, go lead those fuckers and return to me immediately. I'm sure there's something interesting to do after we discussed the outcomes from the expedition."

"Why were you sent along.." You tried your best to not sound rude, it really wasn't your intention, yet you saw something snap in his face. "It wasn't my choice, complain to the Tsarita instead of me. I was supposed to get my claws on that stupid gnosis.." He crossed his arms while you rolled your eyes, pulling your weapon out of it's sheet and held it next to you. "Don't get in the way.." You brought out, heading towards the members that were waiting for your orders. Scaramouche's eyes instantly widened, his hand got a hold of your shoulder and pulled you back. "I'll make sure that you won't see me walking in front of your feet by gauging your eyes out." He hissed in your ear, you softly pat his hand and gave him a smile as your eyes sparkled along. "Than I won't get to see your ugly face no more? Please do." With that you shook yourself loose and walked to those poor waiting men.

"Sorry for the wait, let us begin discussing the plan.." You shouted, hands on your back and your face showing no mercy.

You looked around, sheets of paper in your hand as he led you to his residence. "Got something to say about today?" He muttered, you scratched the back of your neck. "They suck. How come they get beaten so easily.. Especially by that so called Traveler you told me about. They made their appearance once more today." You shrugged your shoulders and sighed tiresome, dropping the files on his desk. "A detailed report of today's activities, battles and planning. Read through it if you want and correct me on any kind of mistake I made." He sat down on his chair, grasping the files with a hint of irritation to his movements and opened them. "Short notes? And what am I supposed to understand from this..? All I see are scribbles." He snarled, you tilted your head to the side as your gaze was fixated on the ceiling. "Don’t act dumb, you always complain about my notes being way too long. You can understand this easily."

…

With a smack his other hand landed on the table, you expected him to straight up burn the files out of anger or boredom, but instead he stood up and pressed them to his chest. "(Y/n). My (Y/n)." Confused you turned your head around, his face extremely close and his eyes opened extremely wide.. Boy was he excited for something? "My dearest (Y/n).. Do you know what you discovered today?" Your face slightly cringed, not really understanding anything he blurted out at the moment. "Look. Look at this." He threw the paper back on the table, your eyes falling on the words 'blond kid', 'heavenly power', 'no vision?', 'secret:' and your hypothesis about the Traveler who you had met just today. "This is it. The solution to all…" His hands let go of the paper and table, grabbing your arms firmly and pulled your body even closer. "This is what I've been searching for all this time, since I met that troublesome Traveler.." He spat out their name with such disgrace that you kind of felt scared. When they'd meet Scaramouche again, they'd surely be tossed around the room and murdered brutally. "My lovely (Y/n), I've got to thank you for this. You've delivered splendid work.. Beautiful, so beautiful.. I could even kiss you right now.." He smiled crazily, you furrowed your eyebrows.. Playfully rolling your eyes in reply and pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. "Well, if you're that eager." God, how you loved it to mess around with him, fuck around with his feelings and trying to make him show that specific side to only you.

"Seems like you are waiting for me to announce diner has started…"

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