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Pretty Girl

Modern Aemond Targaryen x fem reader

Word count: 6.8k+

About: There's been some weird stuff happening in the woods and your boss buys top of the line security cameras. You definitely weren't expecting to hit it off so well with the tech guy who is much more than a tech guy.

Includes: Meeting, first date, some drinking, explicit sexual content (fem receiving oral, p in v)

Note: Hello lovely reader! This is my first modern Aemond story. This idea has been rolling around my head for a good month or two. I wasn't expecting to go so deep, but the ideas kept coming and I ran with them! Reader is nondescript and implied to be 21+ due to alcohol consumption. As always, please enjoy! ♥

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The bright chime of your text tone cut through the mellow voiced narrator of your current podcast obsession: supposed real life horror stories. Perhaps not the smartest thing to listen to while alone ten miles deep into the forest in the ranger's cabin. But, whatever. What's life without a little risk, anyway? Swiping your screen open revealed your boss' message.

Hey kid. Running late. That tech guy is scheduled to be there for the installation at 9:30. We had a minor family emergency here. Everything is fine. I'm working to head out within the hour. Text you when I'm on the road.

It was already 9 and you knew there wasn't a chance in hell Joey would be there by the time the install person showed up. Great. You ran a hand down your face and, since you were alone, didn't fight the groan that adamantly broke free. Customer service – this could be considered customer service, right? – was never your forte. There was a reason you went to school for forestry. Mostly so you wouldn't have to deal with customers on the regular. You texted back:

I'm glad everything is fine! But, if I end up ax murdered by this freak I'm going to haunt you forever. Also, you're to take care of Charles. He's very needy.

A minute later the chime broke the podcaster's voice again:

Oh please. They're a very respectable family. How is a fish needy? Don't they just need tap water?

You laughed out loud, reading the message in Joey's rumbling baritone.

That's right, boss. Tap water and cheerios!

When you didn't hear back from him within the next few minutes you could only assume he started driving.

You had a good twenty minutes to kill while waiting for this person and weren't quite sure how to spend your time. A cool early-spring rain poured all morning, and an angry late-winter wind sent the trees swaying all around. You weren't going out there if you didn't have to. In fact, you threw another log into the wood stove and brewed up a fresh pot of coffee. No reason to stress about trying to look busy when you knew your boss would be doing the same thing if he were here with you waiting.

Once the coffee was finished you fixed yourself a cup and sat by the fire, completely absorbed by the tale in your ear: friends camping with no one else around, being taunted by something. A truly unsettling tale regardless it it were paranormal, a druggie, or a stalker.

A knock on the front door nearly sent the remainder of your hot beverage spilling and your fingers visibly trembled as they touched your earbud to pause the story. Jesus Christ. Did the person arrive in a fucking spaceship? You didn't hear anything coming up the gravel road nor parking in the gravel lot. Taking a few deep breaths to settle your racing nerves, you stood and walked to the door. You cracked it open to the width of your head, just enough to see the person standing on the, thankfully, well covered porch. “Can I help you?”

“Hm. You don't look like a Joey Wagner,” the man on the porch mat said, a single pale brow arching.

Holy shit. He was really handsome. “No. He's my boss. I'm one of the forest rangers beneath him. What can I help you with?” You opened the door wider in an attempt to get a sight of whatever vehicle he showed up in. Despite not having much knowledge in cars, you knew that “T” anywhere. So, you were right: he might as well have shown up in a spaceship.

“I'm Aemond Targaryen. I'm here to install the Vhagar security system and cameras,” he paused and looked around, curious of the exterior of the ranger's lodge and surrounding woods. “I'm.. a... I'm a little surprised you want such a system here.”

“You and me both. Apparently it's your best one, right? I dunno what's been spooking Joey but whatever it is must be pretty weird. That thing's probably my entire yearly salary and then some,” you laughed dryly, gesturing to the briefcase he held. “I'm Y/N,” you added with a smile. “He's running late this morning, but told me you'd be here. I was expecting someone more, uhm...,” you tilted your head and closed one eye as if you were looking at him through a telescope. “Nerdy?” You mused aloud, nose scrunching with the somewhat embarrassing admission.

That sent a grin across his face. His chin tilted up as he regarded you down the long straight line of his nose. “I could say the same about you and forest rangers.”

Beneath your green and tan uniform your skin prickled. Something in you thrummed. This was bad news. Very bad news. When the hell was Joey going to be here? You tried to shake off the sensation his sweeping gaze gave you. He had a long paling scar over his the right side of his angular chiseled face, and there seemed to be something off about his right eye too. You didn't say anything about it and tried not to stare. “Anyway, wanna get started? It's warmer in here, I promise,” you gestured a thumb over your shoulder and swung the door wide so he might step inside.

“Yeah, thanks. It'll take awhile to get all finished. The rest of today and maybe half of tomorrow or so, too,” he admitted as he strode inside.

You whistled lowly at that – at his remark, not his backside – unaware it'd be such an ordeal. “That long?” His hair was long and beautiful in a way you didn't often see men wear their hair; so blonde it was a silvery-white. He had it pulled back in a simple ponytail. It hung a little loose and you couldn't help but wonder if he put it up in haste this morning. Aside from his Adidas shoes (which stuck out adorably, you thought to yourself), he wore all dark colors. Blacks, grays, and only the barest hints of white. Jacket, sweater, the neck of what you assumed was a t-shirt, and straight legged pants. Casually and mindfully layered.

Inside was much warmer, indeed. So much so that Aemond immediately took his jacket off. The simple gesture sent clean laundry and the faintest trace of cologne wafting your way; the fine muscles behind your ears flexed with the reveal. His sweater looked unbearably soft and you hated yourself for being so drawn to a man you literally just met three minutes ago. He was unfairly good-looking, yeah, but what if he was a jerk too because of it? "You weren't lying," he said, giving you a glance from his left side. "It's cozy. Is it just you here?"

You gestured him to follow you through the place. "For now, yeah. Here's the security room. Everything's open and unlocked so you should be able to do whatever you need to. Joey will be here eventually." The room was a little cramped with multiple monitors, desks, cabinets, and general clutter; papers, writing things, wrappers, cups, the like. "Oh shit. Sorry sorry. I should have cleaned it up. I didn't realize the boss left it such a mess," heat rose in your cheeks as you rolled your eyes, annoyed.

"I'm not worried," he replied calmly, seemingly unbothered by the mess. Taking advantage of a clean space you just cleaned, he placed the briefcase atop it and opened it up. With your back to him he found himself giving you another glance or two, grinning privately. How could someone make that uniform look so good?

"Care for coffee or water?" You asked, all the counter space now clear of clutter. Various wrappers crinkled in your pockets and you held four empty cups between both hands.

"Coffee, please. Black," he answered.

You pushed the door further open with the help of your foot and butt, leaving Aemond alone to get started on the lengthy process. Once in the kitchen you gave yourself a few extra minutes to collect yourself. Frankly, you felt half-silly for being so enamored by this tall, lithe, long haired stranger. He probably had a girlfriend back home!

"Here you are," you said upon returning, placing a mug down for him.

"Thank you," he said, turning his gaze up to you appreciatively. "Do you ever see weird things on these in the middle of the night?"

Instead of sitting down you opted to stand with one hand on your hip and the other flat atop the desk. You leaned against the edge and turned your head to look over the various monitors in an attempt to not stare at him. "Sometimes," you answered honestly, weighing how much you wanted to divulge. "Lights with no apparent light source are a more common occurance. Sick animals can look extremely strange," you paused and chuckled nervously. "Of course, there's always random homeless people, vagabonds, and even drunk or drugged out people." From your peripheral you realized he hadn't taken his eyes off you and it sent a shudder of embarrassment down your back. Did you have something on your face? "What?" You asked, turning your attention to him, then, breath catching in your throat.

It was his turn for color to creep in his cheeks. "Ugh. I was staring, huh? Sorry. You're just, uh... really pretty," he said, caught and guilty, rubbing the back of his neck. "I was expecting a Joey to match that deep voice on the phone. Not like a Dawson's Creek Joey."

Before you had a chance to reply the front door swung open and the booming voice of the actual Joey called, "hey, hey, so sorry to be late! Damn dog killed another squirrel and my youngest was the one to find it. Poor thing nearly had a panic attack."

"Oh damn. Sorry to hear that, boss," you hollered back, cringing.

"Hard lessons for kids to learn," he said, appearing in the doorway sipping on his own cup. He was a big man and easily took up the whole width of it, and the chair he sat upon groaned beneath his weight. "Enough of that though! If it isn't Aemond Targaryen of Dragon Security! I was surprised as shit to hear it'd be you installing these. Don't you normally have grunts to do this work?"

Aemond chuffed and shook the older man's massive hand. "Usually, yeah. My dad's fixing to retire soon and my older brother doesn't want to take up the mantle. So here I am doing boots-on-the-ground training to get a feel of things before taking his place."

"Good boy! You'll be the youngest wealthiest mother fucker around!" He belly laughed and clapped his free hand atop Aemond's. "Now! Walk me through this. This ain't no joke. There's been some wild shit going on and I intend to catch whatever it is. If I get famous I'll be sure to mention you too, boy," he drank half his coffee in a single chug and put his game face on.

"I've got rounds to make. I'll check on you guys in a couple hours," you said with a grin. You lingered on Aemond a moment longer. When you caught his gaze you give him a little look, letting him know you heard him and thought similairly. At least, you hoped that's what you silently communicated.

You never believed in love at first sight. But, lust at first sight? Maybe that's what burned low in your belly.

Through the single window he watched you jump into one of the ranger's newer model orange jeeps. A perfect ride for out here, he thought, distracted as you backed the wrangler out and drove away – a stark difference to his Tesla.

Your rounds took much longer than originally anticipated and you didn't return until nearly 5 o'clock. Thankfully, the turn of seasons was happening and it was still light outside. Pulling in to park you were surprised to see Aemond's car still in the same spot. It seemed the day was longer than anticipated all around! With the assistance of your visor mirror you took your hair down and ran your fingers through it, glad to finally let it fall free after a day's work. Joey was still here too, and you wanted to at least say bye to him before leaving for the night. You hopped out and started making your way in that direction.

"I'm right here, don't let me startle you," the unfamiliar voice of Aemond called from the tree line. Thank God he said something because he would have startled you out there.

You let out a half strangled laugh. "Thanks for the heads up. But, what are you doing?" You asked, curious steps walking in his direction. He was on a ladder about halfway up a tree. Each time he reached up the hem of his shirt lifted to flash a peek of the pale skin of his lean abdomen and slender hips. Damnit. He must have ditched his sweater sometime ago for he only wore his plain white t-shirt now.

"Just finishing getting the cameras up. Twenty-four in total across the nearest five miles or so," he replied with a final click. "There." Despite the chilly temperature sweat still glistened on his face and neck. He tipped his head down and rolled his bicep up at the same time, using the arm of his tee to wipe his brow. As he came down the ladder you saw his ponytail was replaced by a sloppy bun instead. Loose strands stuck to the dampness of his skin, and some of the more wispy fly-aways stuck out at varying directions. If you thought him handsome before, he, somehow, was even more so now.

"Joey made you do that all by yourself!?" Five miles of carrying ladders and equipment? You wanted to smack your boss.

He shook his head as he landed on both feet, momentarily breathless. "No. We've been together until just, oh, maybe fifteen minutes ago. Wife called him," he gestured to the lodge.

"Oh. Good! I was gonna kick his ass." Secondhand tiredness crept into your bones. "I'm gonna go say bye before heading out. Need help with anything?"

He shook his head for a second time. "I don't think so. Mostly just want to get back to the hotel and shower. I feel disgusting." Lifting up the neckline of his shirt he used it to wipe his face dry, thankful to finally be on the ground to do so without fear of falling off. "And I am starving. What's the best place to eat around here?"

Was he fishing or were you wishing? "There's a really good sandwich place just as you're getting into town. That's where I'm stopping to get dinner anyway," you smiled, belly rumbling loudly in answer.

He sighed contentedly at the idea. "I'll be hitting it up, thanks. If I didn't have to stay and finish a few things I'd ask to meet you there, but...," he paused, eyeing your reaction. You didn't say anything, yet he must have caught the excited glimmer in your eyes. "Maybe next time."

You smiled and unintentionally fluffed your hair up from the roots, hip propped out with your casual stance. "Sounds fun. Good night, Aemond. Drive safe," you said before turning and walking with a little too much purpose to the lodge, gravel crunching beneath your heavy work boots.

"Hey, Y/N," he called after you after a moment, long strides closing the distance between you. When you stopped and let him catch up, he asked, "can I get your number? So I can warn you when I'm here tomorrow. You looked a little scared this morning. Don't wanna do that again." His features remained neutral. His eyes (eye? that one seemed almost completely unresponsive and you weren't sure if it was even real), however, sparked with a mischief that sent your stomach flipping. Obviously you barely knew the guy, but you swore his voice dropped a little lower with the new closeness.

You exhaled. "I was that obvious? Dang. I was hoping I played it off more cool," you tsked yourself beneath your breath, pulling your phone from its pocket. He did the same and you both swiped them open to exchange numbers. His thumb tapped a few times on the screen and your phone dinged. 'Aemond' appeared at the top and a single dragon emoji was the only thing his text read. Despite yourself, you smirked.

"See you in the morning, ranger girl."

The next morning you found yourself fixing another fire and pot of coffee, peacefully idle and waiting for the others to arrive. Your phone chimed. It was a message and photo from Aemond.

Hope you're hungry. The girls at your fave sandwich place knew your order. On my way now.

Attached was a photo of a paper food bag seat belted into his passenger seat. Something more than excitement rose in your belly and you actually giggled. Handsome and sweet? No way he was single.

Fifteen minutes later he arrived with a soft knock. "You didn't have to get me breakfast. Way too kind of you, honestly."

He squinted and smirked softly. "Good morning to you as well." He stepped inside and closed the door behind, happy to be where it was warm. "It really wasn't a bother. Gives me an excuse to spend a little more time with you," he winked.

"Were your ears tingling last night? I only thought about texting you fifty times, at least," you admitted, flirting back.

"Should have. Hotels by yourself are terribly boring."

You two ate fully loaded breakfast sandwiches and you were more than a little surprised he ate all of his. Those things were huge! Before any time at all passed, it was already noon and you and Aemond had chatted the morning away in the security room. Everything seemed to be working well. He'd done a fantastic job at setting the cameras up yesterday and Joey beamed in excitement.

"I need to do my rounds before I don't. Catch you both later," you said reluctantly.

Just as you were stepping out of the room, Aemond called after you, "hey Y/N! Before you go..." His face spelled mischief. You arched a brow at him, waiting. "About Lord of the Rings and Frodo's journey...," – your conversation a few tangents ago – "why didn't Gandalf just call the eagles for them to fly to Mordor? Seems like that would have been a lot faster and smarter."

You were dumbfounded. "Excuse me?" You asked, fluttering a series of blasphemous blinks at him. "Seriously Aemond? And here I thought we were vibing. We're not friends anymore." You slammed the door but not before flipping him off. With both middle fingers. In the hallway you snorted and laughed in disbelief.

The door did little to block Aemond and Joey's uproar of laughter.

Handsome, sweet, and a jerk in good humor? How dare him!

The next day you didn't hear from Aemond, and you weren't going to lie to yourself: it kind of sucked. Despite knowing him for so brief a time, you missed him!

Thankfully, it was time for your weekend though. It was full dark by now and you were worn out from the week. You quickly changed into pajamas and flopped on your bed to find something to watch. Settling on reruns of one of your favorite shows, you found yourself staring at the black screen of your phone. Should you text him? As if your thoughts had traveled miles away right into Aemond's brain, it chimed with his message.

Hey ranger girl. I wanted to swing by the lodge today but wasn't able to. I'm in town for a few more days and was wondering if I could take you out to dinner before I go?

Holy shit holy shit holy shit. You texted back embarrassingly fast.

Only if you swear to never talk bad about LotR again.

Pinky promise. Tonight?

You looked down at yourself and snorted.

Definitely not, sorry. Tomorrow?

Yes. God I can't wait to see you out of that dorky uniform.

You had nothing appropriate to say and left him on read, lest you say something humiliating you'd regret.

The following evening was a clear cool night and you were glad you wore pants instead of a dress, and a leather jacket instead of a cardigan. Part of you was sad to leave the toasty confines of your 4-Runner, but it quickly dissolved once you saw Aemond standing outside the bar and grill restaurant talking to someone on his phone. He wore an elevated version of the outfit you originally met him in. What caught you off-guard, however, was his hair. Those long silvery-white tresses were pulled back into an intricate braid and you couldn't help but gawk. He looked devastatingly handsome. You saw him notice you, and butterflies turned in your belly at the heat and weight of his gaze.

"A leather jack and red lipstick? How did you know that was my favorite?" he asked as you hopped up next to him, twirling playfully for his attention. "Shit, you're lovely. I'm so glad you said yes to this."

You smiled at him, pretty white teeth beaming as you tired to reel your excitement in. "So are you. I'm going to have to sit on your lap so no other girls think you're free for the taking," you half cooed, black lashes giving your eyes an opened appearance that only elevated your playfulness.

He hummed and gave you a long look, tilting his head in direction of the entrance. "You'll get no argument." He reached out and you took his hand, suddenly bashful as his long fingers laced between yours. His palm was very warm; thoughts and images filled your mind of those hands all across your bare skin. The natural bow of his mouth lifted in a little smirk.

The restaurant was fairly busy tonight: you were lucky to snag a booth by the window. You both ordered a drink and agreed to skip the appetizer to instead indulge on something from their dessert menu. Him, an old fashioned bourbon, and you, a gin with pomegranate liqueur and lemon juice. Conversation flowed easily while you waited, the ambiance of the restaurant absorbing both of you in with ease.

With the help of a little liquid courage, you found yourself asking a question that'd been on your mind since first meeting. "I gotta ask," you started, looking over the scarred half of his face curiously. "What happened?" You gestured over your own face letting him know what you meant.

He briefly bit at his bottom lip. "Childhood accident," he answered with a sigh. "It was pretty brutal, actually," he added with a dry half-laugh. "One of my nephews got me with a knife. We were wild boys. Them moreso than me, but still, wild like boys can get. I ended up loosing my right eye and opted to get a prosthetic one instead of having an empty socket."

You gasped, truly in shock, and reached across the table to squeeze his hand. "Oh my God, Aemond. That's horrible."

He wasn't hot or sweaty, but your skin was delightfully cooler than his and he got more comfort out of it than you realized. "It was. The scar actually looks much better now than in the past. I've learned to live with it well enough. Driving is sometimes a struggle because of it, though. That was a big learning curve."

The waiter came back for your food order. Aemond chose the pork tenderloin with apricot almond chutney, herb roasted potatoes, and broccoli, and you chose the crusted ahi with cucumber, bell pepper, and red onion salad topped with a ginger soy vinaigrette – with no onion. Red onions, raw or cooked, destroyed your palette.

Both of your drinks were nearly gone by then; you couldn't speak for Aemond, but you were definitely feeling looser. Not drunk by any means, but a warm buzz that blushed your cheeks, hooded your eyes, and made your smile all the easier. "So, Aemond Targaryen of Dragon Security, what else do you do in and outside of your work?"

"You looking like that across from me is making focus very difficult," he replied, idly trailing the tip of his finger around the rim of his glass. He leaned back and flashed you a little smirk, the lovely color of his eye seeming to shrink. "It's a family business. We make high quality security cameras. My brother's invention, the Sunfyre system, specializes in daytime monitoring, and my sister's invention, the Dreamfyre system, specializes in nighttime monitoring." He sipped at his drink, wetting his lips with the smooth, fragrant liquor. "And mine, the Vhagar system, takes and elevates both. The beefest and strongest system by far. So, whatever your boss wants to find in those woods, he'll have the absolute best chance with what I set up for him."

You listened, genuinely interested, and did your very best to focus on his words and not the he sat across from you. "Honestly that's an entirely different world than anything I know," you shook your head amusedly. "Gross rich people stuff."

You continued talking about it until your meal came. It looked and smelled divine. "I'll check on you again shortly," the waiter said with a wide handsome smile.

Sticking out like a sore thumb was a pile of red onions atop your salad. All it took was a single glance between you and Aemond for him to know you wouldn't mention anything about it to the waiter – instead choosing to pluck them off your plate and try to enjoy your dinner regardless.

He wasn't about to let that happen. "She asked for no onions," Aemond said flatly up to the other man, one of his pale brows arching up in silent judgment.

"Oh! I'm so sorry! Let me have them remake it for you," the waiter said apologetically, disappearing with the plate quicker than you could say it's okay.

You wanted to sink down into the booth and disappear. Before you could stop giggling, and before Aemond could wipe the smug expression off his face, your new plate arrived. As well as a refill of your drinks.

"Her entree and both beverages are on the house tonight," the waiter said brightly as he placed everything down. You reached for the drink and sipped appreciatively.

"Just a refill for the lady, thank you. I'm driving," Aemond said with a hint of that same expression as before. That worked for the waiter and he was off again, busy with other tables. "Hey," he muttered to you, lower and softer than you've heard him before. He scooted closer to the window and patted the spot next to him. "Come sit by me, pretty girl."

An excited blush crept into your cheeks as you did so, and you leaned your knee against his beneath the table. His free arm draped across the back of the booth, engulfing you with the warmness of himself. You both ate and chatted, and you found out he travels far and wide. "French is my favorite language," you admitted blissfully. "So lovely to listen to. I can't speak it for the life of me, but listening to it?" You made an approving gesture with your hand.

"I don't quite have the accent down, but I'm fairly fluent in it...," he said, low and husky, as he tipped his head closer to yours. He whispered by your ear, and his breath fanning across your skin tickling your spine. "Je veux parler français entre tes cuisses."

A satisfied sigh escaped your lungs. You reveled in the way the natural rasp of his voice sounded with the language. "What did you say?"

"I want to speak french between your thighs."

A breath caught in your throat and you nearly choked on it. "Shut the fuck up. You did not just say that," you sputtered, immediately turning your head to meet his gaze.

He chuckled, palm trailing across your thigh beneath the table. "I did say that. And I do mean it."

"Aemond Targaryen...," you whispered in return, looking him square in the eye. You were pleasantly buzzed and the courage it gave you prompted your next movements. "Let's say we get out of here and you can show me that boring hotel room of yours." With a tilt of your head you slowly pressed your mouth to his, kissing him with the fire that began building in your core.

He hummed into the kiss and deepened the affection, holding the side of your neck with a need of his own. Pulling away, he quickly laid more than enough cash on the table, not bothering to wait for the tab.

The smear of your lipstick matched the faint stain of it on his own lips as he lead you out of the restaurant.

In the room, Aemond closed the door with a deliberate click and wasted little time in pushing you up against the nearest wall; your arms draped over his shoulders all the while, lips barely leaving each other. "You have no idea how bad I've wanted to do this since I first saw you at the lodge," he rasped against your mouth, kissing down your chin and throat with sloppy need. His hands were somehow all over you at once: waist, hips, ass, throat, everywhere.

You gasped, arching between him and the wall, shuddering in anticipation and excitement alike. "You should have," you murmured in reply, hands tugging off his jacket in near desperation. "I almost had a heart attack when I saw your hair in that stupid bun. I should have taken your clothes off to help you cool down right then and there," you teased in response.

A groan came from the back of his throat. "Je suis peut-être tombé amoureux," I might have fallen in love he rumbled with a smirk. You didn't know what he said but you also didn't care, because next thing you knew his teeth sunk into the slope of your neck and shoulder and you moaned. "Like being bitten?" He asked, doing it again in a slightly different spot.

"Yeah," you managed to gasp out, turning your head to entice him along. His laugh vibrated against your neck as he sucked the sensitive skin between his teeth, aiming to leave a mark. "Hey!" You gasped, giggling.

"Not gonna let you forget this, pretty girl." He tore your jacket off and threw it near his, already gripping the hem of your shirt. "Plan to make you feel it tomorrow," he added smugly, lifting your shirt off and tossing it aside. You wore one of your fun bras, lace and straps accenting the curve of your bust. "Oh, fuck, look at these beautiful tits," he groaned again, immediately bending to kiss and lick over your bare cleavage.

"You're a big talker. Are you sure you can follow through with all of that?" You questioned as if your skin wasn't already goosebumped, nipples weren't already pebbled with need, and the apex of your thighs wasn't already hot with the primal desire to be fucked and stuffed full.

He growled with your challenge, single eye looking down at you darkly. "That's the plan." In three motions he wrapped an arm around your waist, turned with you flush to him, and stepped to push you onto the bed. You landed heavily, thighs clenching as you watched him discard his shirt. He was long and lean like a swimmer, with a pale patch of hair at the center of his chest and trailing below his navel to disappear beneath his pants. A new wave of warmth pooled between your thighs and your pants felt much too tight.

"Stronger than you look too, Targaryen," you taunted, squeezing your thighs together. You looked up at him with heavy lidded eyes. Lust burned through your blood and you couldn't help the heave of your breasts.

Both his hands moved to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants to ease some of the pressure on his obvious arousal. He made no move to do anything else. "You're a big talker too." Kneeling at the edge of the bed he pulled you further down the mattress, calculating and amused. You helped him help you out of your pants, hips squirming so he could pull them down your legs. Carefully, he parted your legs and laughed a deep mocking sound. "I haven't even touched you and you're wet through your panties. So needy," he crooned, thumb barely grazing down the line of your covered slit.

You shivered, unaware and unable to bite back a whimper. "Aemond...," you gasped, the shocks his touch gave you sparking yet even more heat to pool inside you.

"And sensitive," he purred, watching your face as he continued to slowly trace along you; heavy eyed and smeared lipstick made you look all the more adorable. "Si amusant à manger. Embrasser. Lécher." So fun to eat. To kiss. To lick. He kissed the inside of your thighs in punctuation, the sounds of them sending embers up your spine. Wide hands trailed up and down your legs, over your belly, across your hips. He kissed your covered mound until the full length of your legs tightened.

"Take 'em off... move 'em to the side. Something," you panted, eyes already threatening to unfocus with the tantalizing teasing.

He had nothing to say, his mind just as clouded with lust as your own. Tugging the damp center of your panties to the side, he licked a long line up through your soaked, silky folds, groaning a hitched sound from the center of his throat.

You rolled up against him while your hands flew down to his head, fingers sinking through the smoothness of his intricate braid. Pleasure left your parted mouth.

A little moan of his own answered yours. Lick, suck, kiss. Over and over again with varying speeds and pressure, pulling more of those lovely sounds from your pretty mouth. The combination was nearly obscene; wet, lewd, eager. He carelessly pulled your panties full off and discarded them.

"Oh my God...," you drawled, gripping into his hair as he continued his delightful assault on every part of your pussy. Sucking your clit, sinking his tongue inside your saturated walls, licking over everything as if his own orgasm depended on it.

Stopping for only a moment, he reached up to the front of your bra and pulled the cups down to send your breasts spilling free. He palmed over them roughly, squeezing the soft flesh until you hissed between your teeth, body arching for his mouth's attention once more. He pinched at your nipples as his head dipped down again, hot tongue and handsome lips going right back to work.

"Yes... please, fuck! I'm so close!" Your core burned and tightened, and you were past caring if anyone in the neighboring rooms heard you.

"That's right... be a good girl and come so I can really fuck you," he hummed, delving right back in until you were trembling beneath him.

The intensity of your climax left your fingers tingling and toes curling as your thighs squeezed around his head. You were sure you'd rip some of his hair out, but the near desperate groan that left his throat told you he fucking loved it. He eased his actions on you but never truly stopped, increasing and lengthening the waves of your pleasure as you rode them out.

Once you were done, basking in the afterglow of your orgasm, he finally stood and joined you on the bed. "Open the front pocket of my bag right there. Yeah, that one. Grab the condom for me," he said as he kissed over your jaw and neck, beginning to shift out of his own pants.

"I have an IUD. We're not using that bullshit," you replied cheekily, helping him out of his pants. He kicked them off and his briefs followed, and you instantly saw why he made sure you came first. Not only did he have a beautiful cock, but it was big.

"Fuck, babe, you're gonna let me come in your pretty pussy?" He asked, gripping your body to roll you onto your belly.

You moved with his prompts and nodded. "Yeah," you said and looked up at him from over your shoulder, shifting your legs to prop your ass up. It accentuated the natural curve of your spine and that sight alone would have gotten him hard.

With one hand he held onto the soft meat of your hip while the other held himself, lining up with your hot little cunt that was on full display for him. He inched in, drawing back once half of him had sunk into you, only to plunge into you all at once. "Shit...," he hissed, grip denting harshly into your flesh.

You fisted the sheets, whimpering at the absolute fullness of his cock buried in you. While nestled in you, he unclasped the back of your bra and helped you out of it, briefly lingering on the faint lines it left on your skin; an odd sort of intimacy making him appreciate the sight. "Take me," you whispered, breathless, belly slowly building up with a new coil of bliss.

Pulling his hips back, he snapped them forward against you. "Taking me so well, pretty girl," he praised. Using both hands, now, he propped you up into a better position, steadily rocking into you as he did so. The sounds that poured from your mouth were a mix of elation and lust, desire taking hold of all your senses as your body yielded to his intrusion. The way he slid in and out of you, the way your tight walls gripped around him, and the way the muffled whines that came from you each time he rammed into your deepest parts made him half insane. "Getting sooo messy, baby," his words were accented by his pelvis slamming against your upturned ass; sticky, squelching, skin on skin.

You were embarrassingly close again, eyes rolled closed. "Feels so good," you cooed from beneath, mind fully drunk on him.

"Yeah? Gonna fuck your pretty face into the mattress. Can't have you so loud that someone comes knocking," he said as he fisted into your hair, turning your head into the blankets and pillows that smelled like him. His pace grew faster, sloppier, and you knew he had to be close too. That deep sensitive spot inside you was being absolutely bullied; cockhead slammed against and past it, meeting your deepest wall, only to drag backwards along it, over and over.

"Aemond!" The mattress muffled your cry of pleasure and your second peak left you numb and weightless, mind totally blank save for the man who drove you there.

With a final push he drove into you with a guttural groan. The full length of him twitched inside your pulsating walls, coating your insides with his release. An obscene mixture of your creamy arousal and his seed oozed out from around him to dribble onto the bed. You both laughed in the aftershocks, static buzzing your brain as the lewd, heady scents of sex filled the air around you.

"Fuck, that felt good," he rasped, slowly pulling out of you and watching his cum leak from your core. "I'll get us a towel in a minute. I just need to catch my breath," he added with a lazy, glorious smile, laying flat on his back with momentary exhaustion.

You laid on your belly beside him, taking in the angles of his face and how they softened in his post-sex bliss. "No. Not yet. I'm not finished with you yet," you said slyly, pushing yourself up to flip a leg over his middle. You bent and kissed him, pushing your fingers through the damp hair from his hairline to his crown, braid no longer neat. Already half hard again, it didn't take long for him to catch his breath beneath you; fiery and refueled from your display of sensuality.

"What about you car?" He asked, biting the top of your shoulder.

"What about it? We can get it in the morning. I wanna ride this big cock."

There very well might have been some noise complaints from his room that night. Neither of you cared. Once you were both finally satisfied to the point of silliness, sleep came easy. When the morning came and he drove you back to the restaurant? You were mesmerized at how his features glowed golden with the cloudless sun.

"A 4-Runner? Lots more room in there than mine...," he teased and gave you a questioning look, testing the waters.

You hummed thoughtfully, returning his look. "Well, yeah. But, might need to put it to the test. Just to, you know, see which one is better."

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Stained Red - Chapter 8

Time

WARNING: SMUT AHEAD

The Vigilante

Matt has a love/hate relationship with his heightened senses. In his office, he can hear every drop, every scratch, and every step.

He heard you texting, all day. The only thing he knew was that it wasn't him.

He would occasionally hear a giggle or two escape your lips.

That enraged him.

He wasn't the one making you smile, he wasn't the one you were talking to all day.

Matt knew you threw the note in the garbage. To be expected, but there was a sliver of hope that you would go into his office, engulf his nostrils with your sweet scent, and forgive him.

He should know better than to think it would be that easy to earn your forgiveness.

Matt has dealt with his fair share of situationships, but a real relationship? Never. He could get over girls faster than they could get under him. Sex was sex. But you, you're different. Every taste he got of you made him want you more. He didn't want to fuck you and leave. He also didn't want anyone else touching you, ever.

His hand formed into a fist as he heard your fingers tapping away at your screen. Matt needs to figure out how to tell you about his vigilante activities, and fast.

Princesa

The day goes by faster than usual, but your mind was still preoccupied with thoughts of a specific Murdock.

One thing for certain is that you do not give in easily, let alone give in first. Matthew could write a note every day to you for 20 years, each would end up with the same fate. Being stuffed in the trash.

Your long coat glided along the steps as you exited the office, a familiar voice filling your ears.

"Night, Fog." Matt's voice felt like silk to your skin. You stopped in your tracks at the top of the stairs - as if he couldn't sense that you were there already. "I know you're there. I'm not gonna do anything." Matt took out his cane, pushing the door open.

"What if I want you to?" Matt can sense the faux innocence in your voice. His mouth curves into a smirk before he heads out the door.

You were being manipulative and toxic at this moment, but your core was begging for Matt. So, we'll blame it on that.

His voice alone made your toes curl and your cunt throb with need. You've been wanting to have sex with Matt for awhile, and being mad at him for whatever reason was making you want him more.

"Matthew." You follow him out the door, jogging to where he was on the sidewalk.

Matt pulled you in by your coat, pressing his lips to your ear. "Don't tempt me." He gently nibbled on your ear before pulling away, leaving you speechless.

A few hours later

You've retired your work clothes for the day and opted for a low cut tank top, sweat shorts that barely covered your ass, and a slouchy cardigan on top.

As you sipped your 3rd iced latte of the day, you thought about Matt. For the billionth time.

Were you willing to push away his secrets to have him in your life still?

Maybe.

You: Matthew. Come over.

Seen.

You: Please don't make me look more pathetic than I already feel.

Matthew: Beg.

Where was the sweet Matthew that you knew?

You: Come over and I'll beg all night.

Seen.

A half hour passed, so you decide to go into your room for the remainder of the night. Your core was aching for attention and you were gonna give it to her with or without Matt.

Bzzzzz.

You hear your door buzz, knowing it could only be one person. You buzzed him in, leaning against your doorframe.

Matt's wearing a black coat, grey sweatshirt with matching pants (slutty grey sweats), with his usual glasses. He brought one of his hands to your face, caressing it gently. His other hand glided down your curves to the end of your shorts.

"You leave the house in these?" Matt growled in your ear, cupping one of your ass cheeks.

"Not in the winter." You whisper in his ear, pulling him into your place. "Why? They're cute, no?"

"You keep playing with me." Matt took off his jacket, slipping his shoes off at the entryway. "I can be sweet, but once you tempt me too much, I can't hold back."

Matt seemed... angry. Territorial, protective, and angry.

"I would love to meet the sour side of you, Matthew." You go into your kitchen, grabbing a glass for wine. You open the wine bottle with a 'pop' and start pouring.

You feel Matt's body against your back, and a familiar erection pressing against your leg. Matt starts kissing your neck, subtly leaving bite marks to your shoulder.

You wanted to protest his touch and make him work for you. After all, he's still holding secrets that you don't know about.

Sipping your wine, you pressed your ass into him, teasing him more. You heard a breathy moan leave his lips, your core throbbing. Matt trailed his hands to your neck, pressing his fingers against the sides gently.

Fuck.

His fingers made their way to your shorts, sliding into them.

"No panties today?" Matt whispered in your ear, caressing your lips. "Bad girl." He slipped two fingers into your pussy, catching you off guard. "You're so wet for me too."

Setting the glass of wine on the counter, you lean into Matt's chest, letting your body bend to his every want and need. His calloused fingers pumped in and out of you while his lips were attached to your neck.

He could feel your walls pulsating around his fingers as you moan his name. "Matt, I-"

Matt's fingers retreat from your pussy, leaving you feeling a void in your core.

"You fucking tease." You turn to face him, a smirk taking over his entire face.

"What do you want, princess?" Matt took his two fingers and slid them in his mouth, sucking on them gently.

Fucking hell. This man is going to ruin you.

When you didn't reply, he asked again.

"I can't read your mind, princess. Tell me what you want."

Instead of telling him, you had a different plan. You led him to your bedroom, laying down on your back once you reached the bed. Your fingertips slipped under his sweatshirt, feeling his abdominal muscles and chest.

"For a writer, you certainly say little words." Matt snaked his body on top of you, hovering his lips an inch from yours. "Princess, tell me."

"You, Matthew. You." You reluctantly say against your better judgement. Your heart wants Matt, but your brain is saying to investigate these secrets before giving yourself to him.

We will deal with the brain later.

"Are you sure?" Matt takes off his glasses, caressing your cheek softly. "I know I messed up, I-"

"Pretend that's not happening right now. I don't want to deal with it. I just want you."

Matt's pillow soft lips pressed against yours for what felt like the first time in years. His movements were no longer based in anger, but they felt passionate. His right arm wrapped around you, pressing you into him as you rested your arms around his neck, opening your mouth to let him in.

His tongue found its home in your mouth and his hand was holding your face. "I missed you." Matt moaned, removing his lips from yours.

You took this as an opportunity to take your shirt off, leaving you in a lacy bra that you shamelessly wore hoping Matt would fuck you in it. His hands immediately went to your tits, kneading them slowly.

"Oh my god." His head went back. "I have so many favorite parts of you, but these make the top 5 for sure."

"What about this?" You bring his hand to the inside of your shorts, letting him feel your needy core.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to fuck you. That pussy of yours is addicting." Matt slid your shorts off, throwing them on the floor. "Are you sure you -"

"If you ask me again I'm gonna make you watch me fuck myself because I'm done talking." You unclip your bra, letting your tits bounce free. You grab Matt's sweatshirt and pull it over his head impatiently. He pulled his sweatpants off, his underwear were next.

You've never seen Matthew's dick, but you knew it was immaculate. The dick print in his sweatpants told you all you needed to know.

His dick sprung out of his underwear, hitting his stomach. It looked fucking glorious, if we're being honest.

You felt the tip of his dick tease your entrance, your arousal mixing with his pre-cum.

"Fuck, do you have a condom?" Matt stopped, looking at your face.

"Do we need one?" You raise your eyebrow, trying to ignore your pulsating cunt. "Cause if you're fucking anyone else, please -"

"I'm not fucking anyone else. Are you?" Matt cut you off, tilting his head to the side.

"No."

That was enough for him to gently push his tip into you, your walls spreading slowly to his size. A moan escaped your lips involuntarily.

Matthew moved with purpose, creating a rhythm with his lips as he plunged deeper and deeper into you. You wrapped one of your arms behind his neck, the other was holding onto his bicep.

"Fuck, princess." He moaned, his pace quickening. You could hear the sounds of your pussy against his dick, your arousal drenching him. "I can't believe how wet you are from me."

Matt slammed into you, hitting the spot that made your toes curl and your heart pound out of your chest.

"Matthew-" You moan, which only makes his pace quicken. He continuously hits your spot, still stretching your pussy to his size. Your walls pulsate around him as the world evaporated and it was just you, Matt, and your bed.

"That's it, beautiful." Matt said in a low voice, leaving bites on your neck as he continued to pound into you. "You're mine now."

A 2nd orgasm came after he said that. A breathy moan filled the room as Matt was about to reach his high. You felt his dick twitch as his rhythm quickened.

"Where do you want me to cum?" Matt said, almost out of breath.

The toxica in you came out to play.

"In me." You whispered in his ear, dragging your tongue along his earlobe.

Matt moaned your name before pushing himself one last time into you, filling you with his cum. You swear you could see his dick in your stomach. Once he pulled out, you felt like part of you was missing, but Matt was still there.

He grabbed a towel from your bathroom and cleaned you off, making sure you were okay and happy. Your cheeks were red-flushed, and your pussy was filled.

"You make me crazy." Matt pressed his lips to yours, lifting your chin. "I need everyone to know you're mine."

Your neck started to feel sore, then you remember Matt definitely left some bruises there for you to remember him by. You wondered why now all of the sudden he was feeling protective.

"I want to know you're mine." You search Matt's eyes, inching your naked body closer to his. "You have to let me in, Matthew. No more secrets."

Matt looked down, pulling your body into his. "I will. Just, please, give me time."

Time is something that cost nothing, but feels like it could mean the end of everything.

longer chapter and some smutttttt! let me know what you think!!

#daredevil born again #daredevil x reader #matt murdock #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock x reader #charlie cox x reader #marvel #daredevil #foggy nelson #karen page

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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Hi! Can I request Trick? They are my fave out of the bunch! Also happy holidays if you celebrate it I really love your work it really makes my day whenever you post thank you!! ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎⊹

Event Masterpost: X

"And our winner is...."

"Trick?"

The overgrown corvid looks around the room like a child with their hand caught in the cookie jar; too preoccupied with their smaller winnings to grasp the weight of their higher winnings. Your awaiting smile amongst the blistering stares wakes them to the reaction of the situation. Their hardened stare melts into disbelief as it crashes into them like a truck.

"I've... won? My hopes were high, but... I actually won."

Trick swoops across the floor, leaving black feathers and hesitation at the step as they climb on stage. They're on you before either party at your side has time to react; sucking you into the comforting void of their heavy coat and soft wings.

"What a truly giving present I've received this year. Oh, my dear treasure, we'll have the best time just you and me. We must return home at once."

The representative taps on their shoulder. "Ah, before that we should go over the rules of our contest." He flips through a few index cards, beads of sweat rolling from under his mask as Trick's glare weights heavy on him. He tosses the cards aside as their wings puff up.

"Know what? There are none. Just please bring them back by the first.. if you're willing. Have a good time you two?"

He hurries off stage as Trick offers you their hand. "Come now, Dearest. Let's get you home."

Trick leads you past the other guests to the rooftop. None interfere due to their menacing aura and the aid of a certain wolf and cow who accepts their losses for now. You're guided to the end of the building where Trick kneels with their arms extending to carry you.

"I apologize if this is too... intimate for our first eve together, but this is my normal means of transportation. I pray you do not mind."

"Not at all." You grip their shoulder, lifted up and into the crook of their arm as they extend their wings. Their talons smooth against your clothing and clasp around your thigh. They marvel at the faint softness of your skin through your attire, but reframe from touching due to the length of their claws and the desperate need to get you home.

"Are you ready, Beloved?" With your nod of approval, they head off into the night. Their hearts soars to the height you soon reach at the little squeeze around their neck as you hold onto them for dear life. Though they hold you with as much careful as a glass ornament, dropping you is the last thing Trick would do. One you've grown more comfortable, they point out the Christmas displays you pass by; commenting on a few of the things they had prepared for your hopeful arrival.

"The lights are beautiful, but there's no shine that brightens my spirits more than the glimmer in your eyes." They'd offhandedly mutter; resting their head atop yours.

You arrive at the doorstep of a peculiar home in the upscale, yet lesser populated side of the city right as the cold finally hits. The building was much taller than the cafe and had a tower fitted at its side. Somewhere during your flight they mentioned it once was an old watchtower. Feeling your shivering, Trick hurries to get you inside, but stops key middle way in the lock as they remember a key detail in regards to their dwelling. They take off their coat and throw it around you with apologetic eyes.

"Sorry, but I'll need you to wait out here for just a moment. I'll be back soon." They place a chaste kiss to your forehead and head inside. You can hear the sound of moving furniture and a faint curse as their winged knock picture frames off the walls. After about ten minutes, the door reopens and they usher you inside.

"Welcome to my humble home. I realize we probably should have retrieved some things from yours, but with my last haul, I should have enough clothing to last you the remainder of winter."

You step inside their home. A large Christmas tree sits in the center of the living room; fireplace freshly lit and easily combating the cold glued to you. Presents sit under the tree with your name on them, but as you inspect the handmade ornaments attached to it you notice adifferent name drawn in each corner. Trick joins you and attaches the snowflake you made for the cafe near the top of the tree as you look on puzzled.

"Who are all these people?'

"Hm? Oh, those were made by some of the children I've fostered throughout the year. Without a mate, I've grown increasingly lonely as the years pass, and thought homing them would be a way to fill the void. It helps, but not completely.. We'll worry about that later. Sit, please"

Trick takes you over to the couch. You ignore the jacket tucked beneath one of the cushions that bares a striking resemblance to one you lost and sit beside them. There's a moment of silence between you. It draws mostly from the disbelief the crow still faces. That little treasure that helped them one fateful day - all theirs for the time being and possibly long after if they played their cards right. With your presence in their abode comes the impulse to mark you permanently, but for now they'd give you the same care you had them.

Trick hooks a finger over the bow still strung around your waist, tearing it from you in one drag. They collect the ribbon and wrap it around their knuckles, tracing the fabric against their lips. Of all the items in their collection, they could tell this would be one kept right on the other pillow in their bed. They frame your face in the palm of their large hand.

"Happy holidays, Y/n."

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corpocyborg · 2 months

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WIP WEDNESDAY

Tagged by @merge-conflict! (Thank you!)

CURRENT WIPs LIST

CYBERPUNK 2077

Secure Your Soul: AU in which V never left Arasaka but still ends up tangled up in the story of the Relic heist.

Beyond the Event Horizon: Post-Devil Ending fic in which a war between the humans and rogue AI occurred while V was in Mikoshi, and she is brought back to life in an artificial body as Arasaka's new future weapon.

Crawling: Post-Tower Ending fic in which V accepts a job at the FIA with Reed and ends up unraveling the mystery of what really happened to Songbird.

MASS EFFECT

Ruthless Remainders: A series of Post-Destroy Ending vignettes in which Garrus and Renegade!Shepard finally have time to deal with the consequences of all the ruthless war-time calculus.

Hounds of Hell: Mass Effect 3 AU in which Shepard stays with Cerberus and winds up indoctrinated.

I thought it would be fun to share a bit from all 5 of my current WIPs so... Bear with me... I tried to keep 'em short but this may still be a bit lengthy haha...

From "Secure Your Soul," Ch 5 - The Beginning is the End is the Beginning

"Bein' heir to the Arasaka empire," Jackie grumbled under his breath. "Sure as shit better'n bein' the son of Raúl Welles." Despite the severity of their situation, it took conscious effort for V to prevent herself from smirking. There it was. That fundamental truth. Deny it as they might, she thought, everybody wants to be us.

From "Beyond the Event Horizon," Ch 2 - New Future Weapon

As she waited backstage, she watched a video feed of the main set on a large television screen. The crew was still prepping. The set looked decent, though. She'd been worried they'd make it too flashy, but the marble columns and crimson drapery actually exuded the same inborn, self-assured authority she was aiming for herself. That was the value of working with professionals like WSN News.

From "Crawling," Ch 1 - A Hazy Shade of Winter

"Reed," she said, her voice thin. "Thank you." He paused in the doorway, but he didn't respond right away. Although she could see only his backside, she still had the sense that he looked as drained as she felt. "That's all right, V," he said finally. "You have nothing to thank me for."

From "Ruthless Remainders," Ch 1 - Tuchanka

Watching her sitting in Tuchanka's red dirt, he understood why she had wanted to be here alone. He still remembered the conversation they'd had on board the Normandy, during the height of the war, and the way her face had looked when she'd realized he'd figured out what she'd done. Her jaw had tensed, but her eyes had never changed. They'd stared unflinchingly into his, and his initial reproaches had died on his tongue. He'd almost said, "How could you?" But instead he'd said, "Damn war."

From "Hounds of Hell," Ch 1 - Art of War

"Shepard," A familiar voice from behind her said. "I was hoping it would be you." "Illusive Man," she responded, without looking up from her work at the terminal. "I came here with the Alliance. Had to take down some Cerberus troops to maintain my cover." "Any one of them would have laid down their life for you if they’d had to, Shepard." "Well," she paused at the keyboard for a brief moment, rereading the last line of code. "Luckily, they didn't. They're in a biotic stasis. You get here fast enough, you should be able to collect them."

Okay... so there we go... a bit from all 5 WIPs. Hope you enjoyed!

Now for my tags...

@fereldanwench, @illusivesoul, @ghostoffuturespast, @luvwich, @gamerkitten. As always, no pressure!

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musical-chan · 4 months

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What's This? Another Masterpost?

Hello! You can call me Music-chan or MrsMusica or just straight up Music if you like. I'm a musician and a writer and currently I am very much into the Legend of Zelda fandom.

While you're here, why don't you check out my current magnum opus:

Father of Time

In an alternate universe, the Fierce Deity is freed from his mask and adopts a young Link. This is updated about every 4 days! And don't forget to check out the winter holiday I created to use in the OOT/MM era, Starfall Wishes! It's set around chapter 5 of my Deity fic.

See below for links to other fanfics I've finished!

Linked Universe Fics

Defeat or Deity: The Chain fights something they're not sure they can win against and Time uses the Fierce Deity mask. But maybe the deity does not want to let go. Well, Sky isn't going to stand for that.

Puzzles: Maybe Warriors was missing out on the Hero of Courage experience by never having done a dungeon or a temple. Maybe he's about to find out what it's like.

The Unbearable Weight of Three Days: It was three days, over and over and over again. But it was over, right? He would never have to do it again.

You Want to Talk to Link, Right?: The Hero of Time used to play a song to talk to his friend, Saria. What if he also had a song?

Hey Link!: What is a man to do when travelling with 8 people with the same name?

The Inn at the End of Time: He has met a terrible fate

And Time Again & A Moment of Time, a Deep Blue Sky: Two follow up stories to a non-LU fic I did about the Hero of Time

So You Want To Be A Hero: An introspective Hyrule-centric fic

You Don't Have to Feel Safe to Feel Unafraid: A gift fic I did for a creator Discord server I'm on! It's basically crack idea, treated seriously. MM Link and BotW Link trade places.

A Wild Time at Calamity Ganon: This was an unprompted gift fic for an artist on tumblr I really enjoy! The young Hero of Time finds himself in a ruined castle and look! It's yet another Link! More crack for sure.

Other Zelda Fics

Too Much Healing, Rauru: A TotK fic and my first one on AO3! Link finds himself in a cave with a mysterious voice in his head again. Maybe there were a few extra things in his head as well.

Time and Time Again: Link has made it to the Temple of Time and he's going to save Hyrule from Ganondorf! Or will he? (This has two LU fics to go along with it)

The Silent Realm: What did the Hero of the Skies think of the Silent Realm?

A Wonderful Dream: Was it all just a dream? Set in Link's Awakening

Remainder of the Sky: Skyloft is falling and Link has many thoughts. This one is so beautiful and I love it.

#fanfic #legend of zelda fanfiction #legend of zelda fanfic #linked universe fanfic #father of time fic #loz fanfic #musical-chan talks

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victusinveritas · 10 months

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Sections in the bookstore:

- Books You Haven't Read

- Books You Needn't Read

- Books Made for Purposes Other Than Reading

- Books Read Even Before You Open Them Since They Belong to the Category of Books Read Before Being Written

- Books That If You Had More Than One Life You Would Certainly Also Read But Unfortunately Your Days Are Numbered

- Books You Mean to Read But There Are Others You Must Read First

- Books Too Expensive Now and You'll Wait 'Til They're Remaindered

- Books ditto When They Come Out in Paperback

- Books You Can Borrow from Somebody

- Books That Everybody's Read So It's As If You Had Read Them, Too

- Books You've Been Planning to Read for Ages

- Books You've Been Hunting for Years Without Success

- Books Dealing with Something You're Working on at the Moment

- Books You Want to Own So They'll Be Handy Just in Case

- Books You Could Put Aside Maybe to Read This Summer

- Books You Need to Go with Other Books on Your Shelves

- Books That Fill You with Sudden, Inexplicable Curiosity, Not Easily Justified

- Books Read Long Ago Which It's Now Time to Re-read

- Books You've Always Pretended to Have Read and Now It's Time to Sit Down and Really Read Them. ~Italo Calvino, If on a Winter's Night a Traveler

(Art: Photograph by Tullio Saba)

#italo calvino #books #reading list #bookstore #bookblr #is that a thing?

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velvet-cupcake-games · 1 year

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Made Marion Development Log, Dec. 2022

Happy Holidays, everyone! Here's what we've been up to:

Animations Begin

We ran a search for a 2D FX artist in November, and are happy to announce that we have an artist for at least our combat animations, maybe more! Ze is half of the team that made Chronicles of Tal'Dun: The Remainder, which you should absolutely check out if you haven't. It's gorgeous, mysterious, and atmospheric. He's completed his first test animation for us and they're going to make our combat scenes look cool and dynamic!

Art Teasers

The waterwheel is attached to Meissa's cottage, and you can probably guess who owns the hand with the glowly purple hair behind it. The bared chest, however... you don't know him. And you won't until the game comes out.

Social Media Notes:

If you've been following us on Twitter, please be aware that I'm largely withdrawing from the site, for reasons I'm sure you can guess. I recommend following our Tumblr for the most content! For instance, I posted an official company statement about AI art the other day, and tomorrow I'll be posting an excerpt from a Winter Solstice lore story (to appear in the Made Marion Mega-Guide) starring Marion two years before the game begins. We also have a Mastodon account, which mostly posts my daily thoughts around developing the game and other game-related things (I'm on a server for game devs).

That's what we have this month! In the next couple months we'll be completing Robin's script and should be able to show a bit of Ze's work in action! Plus more sprite art, background art, and the continuing development of our animated lore intro.

#made marion #made marion dev update #english otome #amare game

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aguavida · 1 year

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“In the shop window you have promptly identified the cover with the title you were looking for. Following this visual trail, you have forced your way through the shop past the thick barricade of Books You Haven't Read, which were frowning at you from the tables and shelves, trying to cow you. But you know you must never allow yourself to be awed, that among them there extend for acres and acres the Books You Needn't Read, the Books Made For Purposes Other Than Reading, Books Read Even Before You Open Them Since They Belong To The Category Of Books Read Before Being Written. And thus you pass the outer girdle of ramparts, but then you are attacked by the infantry of the Books That If You Had More Than One Life You Would Certainly Also Read But Unfortunately Your Days Are Numbered. With a rapid maneuver you bypass them and move into the phalanxes of the Books You Mean To Read But There Are Others You Must Read First, the Books Too Expensive Now And You'll Wait Till They're Remaindered, the Books ditto When They Come Out In Paperback, Books You Can Borrow From Somebody, Books That Everybody's Read So It's As If You Had Read Them, Too. Eluding these assaults, you come up beneath the towers of the fortress, where other troops are holding out:

the Books You've Been Planning To Read For Ages,

the Books You've Been Hunting For Years Without Success,

the Books Dealing With Something You're Working On At The Moment,

the Books You Want To Own So They'll Be Handy Just In Case,

the Books You Could Put Aside Maybe To Read This Summer,

the Books You Need To Go With Other Books On Your Shelves,

the Books That Fill You With Sudden, Inexplicable Curiosity, Not Easily Justified,

Now you have been able to reduce the countless embattled troops to an array that is, to be sure, very large but still calculable in a finite number; but this relative relief is then undermined by the ambush of the Books Read Long Ago Which It's Now Time To Reread and the Books You've Always Pretended To Have Read And Now It's Time To Sit Down And Really Read Them.”

If On A Winter's Night a Traveler - Italo Calvino

#quotes #literature #if on a winter's night a traveler #italo calvino #books #reading #italian writers

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mav-doodles · 1 year

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I’m late to the party but can I ask what the lore is for the uranium nuzlocke au,, uranium invaded my brain and I need content or I will explode/j

Of course! I have a handful of junk for it, and some stuff is not set in stone. I hope you're reading for a WALL of rambles.

Essentially, it starts with the change that Pluto's 'starter' isn't one of the usual three. Pluto decided to befriend an, at the time, unknown machine-like Pokémon who was nicknamed Digit. In time, it'd become known that Digi was a prototype Urayne.

Digit's deal, as of right now, is they were created as a testing ground for how Urayne would eventually work. Digit has become incredibly wary of humans, not fond of how they treat them. They broke out of the lab, vanishing for years. In time, they were found by the Professor, and with some convincing, went back to the lab with them. they became a sort of... Assistant.

Now, that aside, consider almost everything playing out normally... Up until the Championship.

Pluto and their team were overwhelmed by Gamma Urayne, and as a result, lost. Tandor was sent into a Nuclear Winter, and the remaining residents formed camps and groups that began to live either underground, or in well protected cities (Like Bealbeach).

CURIE has earned herself the title of Apocalypse, due to her overall success, and is a CONSTANT threat to the survivors. Apocalypse has upgraded her radiation suit to be a bit more durable, and beneath is a bodysuit that's modified with tech that utilizes that of the stasis tanks. Her body is being kept in a constant state of stasis as a result, where she has no need to eat, rest, and won't age. In short, so long as the tech is functional, she will not die. It, however, does not protect from outward damages.

Pluto, post-Championship, resides between one of the underground camps, and Zeta itself alongside Apocalypse. After learning more about her- specifically, who she is, as well as slowly coming to agree with her views on humanity itself, Pluto's sort of sided with her. Pluto's role had shift from preforming expeditions for resources and information for the survivor party, to gathering intel that Apocalypse and Urayne can use to further their destruction and elimination of people in Tandor.

Normally, Pluto wouldn't have sided with her at all, but they agree with the thoughts that humans are very greedy, and tend to not care for some unless it benefits them directly. Which, unfortunately, is true in both of their cases. Their original relationship is a sort of "you do this for me, I do this for you" Sort of deal, where Pluto do what she requests, and in turn, Pluto is kept safe from the wild Nuclear Pokémon, and gets to reside in Zeta where it's a bit safer.

Pluto is seen by the remainder of the survivors as THE person to deal with Apocalypse, and they all held this 13 y/o in high regard. Pluto's a child- they don't NEED all these responsibilities and praise on their shoulders. They never asked to be called a 'hero' or 'savior'. They're just... Tired. They already have enough trauma and self doubt to deal with.

Over time, Apocalypse and Pluto shift more toward a sort of... family relationship. Apocalypse cares for them like they're her own child- but these feelings partially come from the buried memories from what used to be Lucille. It's a feeling of "I don't know WHY, exactly, but you mean something to me." Kellyn plays a minor role in it all too- acting more as a neutral party, especially after learning who Apocalypse was. He's determined to try and convince her to cease her destruction, and get her to understand that things aren't... What she thinks they are. Granted, she is very far gone, with little room to change her mind. But it is possible. He also just missed his wife, lets be honest.

What happens past that point though can go into a couple directions, depending on the circumstances;

Pluto could remain with the survivors, and in time, Apocalypse is put down.

Pluto remains with Apocalypse, but Apocalypse's own overconfidence becomes her undoing. The result of this is she either dies, or is heavily wounded and has to be put into stasis just to keep her alive until a way to fix her can be found.

The latter results in Pluto snapping and taking over her place, finishing what she started. In time, Tandor would eventually be cleansed by the Hazma, and it'd be converted into a land for the Nuclear Pokémon, and some regular Pokémon, to roam without a fear in the world.

There's also a 'Good end', where the Championship fight ends differently. Pluto doesn't necessarily WIN, but they manage to convince CURIE just how wrong she is, manages to break through that wall of hers. Her own rage before Pluto breaks through overtakes Gamma Urayne, and throws them into an absolute FRENZY. They cause damages left and right while Digit tries to stop them. CURIE realizes her hate has hurt the one she's promised to take care of and protect. It breaks her. After casting the Interface aside, she does all she can to get Urayne to stop and calm down, almost getting herself killed in the process.

Afterward, she willingly answers for her crimes and aids in restoring Tandor.

Thank u for coming to my Ted Talk

#Pokemon Uranium #Mavs AU Rambles #Not Art #Hoo wowie that got long #Anyway I hold this constantly changing AU gentle and aaaaa #I have fuckin BRAINROT FOR DAYS

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“ It's been a while, hasn't it? I'm sorry. I hope this isn't awkward or anything, but I was thinking of how you helped me all the way back then, and I really wanted to do something to make it up to you, ” Pelleas explains to Sain after approaching him the day of the Winter Festival. “ I hope you'll accept this then. I understand if you don't though. That's fine. ”

The gift the shaman presents the cavalier, once unwrapped, turns out to be a book of sorts with pockets dedicated to be filled with something— a something soon explained by its gifter.

“ Since you seemed as invested in flowers as I am, I thought you might like a do-it-yourself encyclopedia for them. The idea behind it is that all those slots are designed to let you preserve pressed flowers into them, and it's spelled to protect them and the book from most kinds of damage it might take so you can bring the tome with you anywhere. I thought it sounded a bit fun if you're the type to go a lot of places and can find rare flowers... and you can even write in the space next to them where you found it or any flower meanings and things like that. I almost nearly bought one for myself too, actually...

“ Oh, but I'm rambling right now, aren't I? Sorry. I know I do that a lot. I just can't help getting excited over a shared interest like this. Anyway, I'll leave you be for today, but I do wish you a happy Winter Festival in any case. ”

"Hm?"

Sain hears the ring of a familiar tolling-bell. Its hoarseness melds into the early morning light petering into the greenhouse, masking what uncertainty it carries with the prospect of a new day. When he turns around, Pelleas is almost shining. He retains that dream-like quality of their first meeting.

The Lance grins. He believes it amusing that the other would be so apologetic and apprehensive about giving a gift. Sain should be thanking him, not trying to shoo him away. And yet he seems to have prepared for the worst. This prompts him into nodding and earnestly listening to his explanation of the gift.

He accepts it into his hands, leafing through its pages whenever Pelleas' explanation gives him the cue.

And once finished, he claps it shut with one hand. The other moves to rustle his friend's hair.

"If I asked you to stop saying sorry, I think you'd only apologize for being a bother." He laughs a little, even if his words are weighted with genuine intent. "So thank you, Pelleas. The care you put into this is more meticulous than a master craftsman! If more people worried about as many details as you, I'd bet the roads we ride on would all be works of art."

He then turns away from the heir, eyes darting around the room. As he walks in a small line he brushes the petals of every plant he can. It's like he's perusing the wares of a general store. A short moment later, and he lands on a pair of pink, star-shaped flowers. "Mm, these'll do," he mutters to himself.

"Pelleas, get a good look at these. They're Pink Lucks--symbols of enthusiasm." After pressing one into the first slot of his scrapbook, he hands the other off to the Daein, as well as the remainder of his holiday bonus--kept in a small pouch.

"I want you to go back and buy a book for yourself. Press this Pink Luck into the same spot as mine, and we'll be lifelong partners! Maybe in a few years we can compare notes, maybe see whose flower dictionary is more romantic."

To perhaps appear more agreeable, he tilts his head to one side and allows his eyelids to flutter shut. With a wave, they see each other off.

"Happy Winter Festival, and don't forget the 'enthusiasm' I've given you!"

#IC #ASKBOX #PIRRHYC #//WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #//THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTEEEEEE *explodes*#//if i remember to i may actually use this as a plot device in future interactions

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emotionallydrainedtrash · 2 years

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Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader oneshot where it’s their wedding day and reader thinks back to when her and Joe met in college and how it was love at first sight? Also, after the marriage ceremony, can you include them having their first dance together as a married couple?

A/N Oh god this is adorable.

This is so cliche and a bit long so apologies in advance. 🤭

Lover

Joe Mazzello x fem! Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Masterlist + Request Info

You stood in front of the mirror, a vision in lacey, crystal white.

Your eyes fixed on your engagement ring, the memories of your relationship with Joe swimming through the diamond. It was the morning of your wedding to Joseph Mazzello and you couldn't believe the day was finally here.

As you reminisced, one particular memory came to mind: the day you met.

It was pouring down with rain at the University of San Francisco, the cold chilling you to the bone, and you forgot your umbrella. Your winter coat was doing its best to stem the freeze as you ran to your bus stop, but it was soaked through, rendering its efforts useless.

You sheltered under a tree for a moment to catch your breath and when you looked up you realized you had no idea where you were.

The rain was so dense and heavy it was bordering hurricane territory and your hand probably would've vanished had you stuck it out. You relied purely on muscle memory to move you around campus each day so now that you couldn't see a thing and had to think about your whereabouts, you were completely lost.

The sound of brakes screeching in the unintelligible distance alerted you that your bus had arrived, and you groaned when you heard the rumbling of the engine as it pulled away. So, you'd missed your bus and your only other means of transportation was on the other side of the school and wasn't set to arrive for another hour. You also had no idea where the other side of the school was at this point.

Deciding to wait under the tree in hopes of the rain clearing so you could locate yourself and eventually the next bus, you leaned against the trunk and sighed frustratedly. A few minutes had passed before you heard someone calling your name. Squinting your eyes and scanning the area, they fell on a blurred figure a few yards away.

"Y/n L/n is that you! Is there even a person there?"

You yelled back confirmation, and the figure ran towards you. You grinned when you recognized Joe Mazzello from your Film & Television Studies class holding an umbrella. I must clarify. This was the first time you'd officially met. You were working on the same degree, and you shared a couple of classes.

"Hey, I thought I recognised you. I saw you book it when it started raining and wondered why you didn't just grab your umbrella. Looking at the state of you however, I'm gonna assume you forgot it."

You nodded in embarrassment. He grinned and shrugged off the warm parka he was wearing, handing it to you and collecting your sopping wet one. Thanking him with a smile, he asked what your plan of attack was, and his face contorted in mild horror as he discovered you intended to, "subject yourself to even more of this hideous weather." His words, not yours.

"You're kidding right? I'm sorry, I know we're not too well acquainted with each other, but I insist, come stay with me in my dorm for the night. My roommate moved out the other week so there's a spare bedroom if you want it. The weather's only gonna get worse in the next half hour and is supposed to stay like that for the next 2 days. I just don't like the idea of someone out here for another hour. They're recommending people stay off the roads you know."

So, you did. You and Joe christened your friendship over pizza and study notes. He rifled through drawers and found some smaller clothes for you to wear for the remainder of your stay. You slept in the spare bedroom and awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs being cooked, grateful for the fact that neither of you had any classes that day.

It was such a simple event in your life, but it meant the world to you now. Wiping away a stray tear before your makeup artist freaked out and powdered your face down again, you forced yourself back to reality and checked the clock, hearing a knock on the door.

It was time.

Oh. My. God. Mrs. Y/n Mazzello. Every decision over the last 8 years had led up to this moment. Joe had his arms wrapped tightly around your middle while yours were fastened around his neck. The two of you swayed together in time to the music, blocking out the gathering of family and friends surrounding you.

Taking your hand in his, Joe spun you out and spun you back in before dipping you and planting a kiss on your lips. The crowd whooped and whistled but neither of you took any notice as you guided each other across the floor. When your fingertips brush over your husband's ring, you couldn't help but grin.

"What are you smiling at Mrs. Mazzello?"

"Your wedding ring Mr. Mazzello."

Joe brought your hand to his lips and kissed your own ring before pulling you close to him once more to kiss you sweetly as the song ended and your families cheered.

"Thank God for that damn hurricane."

-Sarah💛

#joe mazzello oneshot #joe mazzello imagine #joe mazzello x reader #joe mazzello

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stonewallsposts · 6 months

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Outta state

I've been thinking for a while that when the time comes, the 'time' being retirement AND our parents have passed, we will move out of CA. I was born and raised here in the LA area. Lived my whole life here and I'll be honest: I love LA. I love the beach, I love the weather, I love big city, I love the restaurants, I love the variety of things we can do, and I love living in a big enough place where there are always ministry opportunities with new people. I don't love the traffic.

But I'm now 61 and I live in a two-story condo. At some point, it will be unrealistic to go up and down stairs. So we'll have to sell and move at some point, and we'll probably just move out of the state to someplace where it's much cheaper to live. I am a huge sissy in the cold so I don't want to go somewhere where I'm gonna freeze my fanny off in winter, but I don't want to go someplace where it's gonna be 120 in the summer either, meaning Vegas and Phoenix or Tuscon are out. Moving up the coast to the bay area would be ideal for the weather, but that would still be CA, and to be honest, the other thing I'm getting of tired of here in CA is the political climate. I think our beautiful state is being run by people who have utterly misunderstood some very basic things about humanity and the way life works, and are committed to governing the state in a way in which THEY feel is progressive, but I feel is a road to ruin.

So where we move will be most likely out of CA. Nevada is not really under consideration and most of Arizona is not really under consideration either, though Flagstaff might be nice. Utah is not under consideration either. I looked into St. George, but the weather was said to be similar to Vegas, so... no. Going further east than Colorado and New Mexico gets into humid territory, so the places I've kind of identified as possible destinations are all along the Interstate 25 corridor: Albuquerque, Santa Fe, Pueblo and Colorado Springs. I've been to Albuquerque and Santa Fe, and they're nice. I'd like to check out Pueblo and Colorado Springs maybe next year.

We'll be looking for a 3 bed (we want to have guest room as well as an office), 2 bath (we need a bathroom for each of us) place, likely a condo or townhome, because I think at the point we need to look out for going up and down stairs, it would probably be wise to have some neighbors close by in case of emergencies. But I could also consider a house too. The winters aren't too bad in those areas- there will be some snow, but nothing radical. The climate is still dry, which I like. I don't really want to deal with super humid.

I don't want to live in a rural area. I don't need to live in a huge city like LA, but I do need to live in an area with 150k or so people. I want coffeeshops, restaurants and shopping. I'm hoping to work until I'm 70 or so. I'm still 9 years off of that goal. Things can change between now and then, but I feel like I could go until then, and at that point, we should be set enough to where we can live out comfortably and have enough to still travel and see things, not just stay home and clip coupons in order to live. Our current place will be paid off in another 2 years and after that we can start socking away what we currently are spending in paying down the remainder of the mortgage.

But Pueblo has around 180k people in its metro area, several calvary chapels, and restaurants and shopping. Plus, Colorado Springs is only 45 minutes up the 25, so we can get to a larger metro area without too much problem. With the traffic here in LA, even the local malls still take 20-25 minutes to get to, and they're less than ten miles away.

The Colorado Springs metro area has around 750k people, so definitely large enough to have everything we'd want in a city area. It's also only 70 miles south of downtown Denver, so we'd be close enough to a major city in case we need something there.

Tax rates are a lot lower than here in LA. But that's probably going to be true in about 90% of the places I'd look at outside of CA.

Still doing some research, but thinking about taking a scouting trip out there around June next year. If we like what we see, we'll take some subsequent trips during the winter too in order to gauge the place in all kinds of conditions.

I will also note that there has been some consideration of moving, even in the area. It would be nice to reduce the drive times. Maybe after we get the current place paid off in a few years, I could think about moving somewhere between my mom's place and here at work. But that's still two years off.

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will probably be relevant on the planet of labor," acknowledged MSF scholar Celene Bassaw. As commencement in June nears, this group of scholars is trying ahead to taking the subsequent step of their careers, however they'll fondly look again on experiences like their go to to the Huge Apple and their time as Geese. "The quantity of assist and steerage I've acquired throughout my time at UO has been greater than I may've imagined," Graf mentioned. "The workers within the finance department are extremely skilled and are wanting to delve into elementary insights that we discover within the classroom—and past." Thanks to the next corporations for internet hosting our graduate finance college students throughout their 2023 winter-term examine tour: 22v Asset Administration and Analysis 9 Yards Capital Barclays Bloomberg BMO Capital Markets Cantor Fitzgerald Galaxy Digital —Makenzie Fancher, MBA ’23

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6azia · 3 years

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𝟶𝟺|𝚁𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴 Part 3↞↠Part 5 𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 ᴅᴇ

Hawks wakes up in the bed that he bought.

He wasn't really paying attention to quality when he went furniture shopping, just let the associate choose things that they said would be great for his back. Not that he would know, he knows that he deserves nice things, but doesn't know how to pick them out for himself. Even after finally becoming a Pro-Hero, he still doesn't know how to think without instructions from someone else.

He's clean, but he still feels dirty. His past stained him, he thinks all the dirt has permeated the skin and has settled within his muscles. Ironically, his wings have never been healthier, the red has never been brighter - maybe all the blood he's spilled was somehow extremely nourishing to the feathers. Sometimes he's scared that his wings are still covered in the sweat and cum of all those business men, who used to dig their filthy fingers through his only source of self worth. Sometimes he thinks that no matter how many times they regrow, they're still tainted, that even in the comfort of his house, in the bed that he bought, there's still the threat of the cruel world and the power it has over him.

He takes deep breaths, trying to remind himself that the sweat he's laying in is his; that his body is no longer covered in bruises and bite marks when he was too young to do anything about; that his feathers are growing off a free man's back.

But even after all these years, he can't stop shaking in the beds he wakes up in.

His walks out the doors of his agency; his wings are all but gone, a few feathers still on his scapular and marginal coverts. It was a nasty fight with a villain, clips and photos blowing up on social media, and Keigo having to spend hours after his shift was over doing interviews and paperwork. Thankfully his body was hardly injured, other than needing to patch up a few scratches. He replaces his hero costume with the spare civilian clothes that he keeps in his office in case he's ever unable to fly directly home after work is done. He's wearing a long and dark winter coat, big enough to cover the remainder of his wings, and the many layers underneath helping to hide the general shape of his body.

A red scarf covers the bottom half of his face, sunglasses covering his easily recognizable eye markings, and a black wool hat goes over his messy blond hair. He says goodbye to his sidekicks and receptionist, and they all wish him a speedy recovery. It'll take a few days for his wings to fully grow back, but he insists that they call him in case there's an emergency.

He could call a cab, but he loves the fresh air he gets on his journey home, so he opts to walk. He knows it'll ultimately take longer, but he's never in a rush to return to the emptiness. He zones out as he trudges through the snow, letting muscle memory bring him home.

He doesn't know how long he's been walking for, but he's hit the strong scent of tobacco and bright neon signs and realizes that he's no longer in the safe city he protects. There's no tall building and crowds of people in sharp suits, just shop after shop, women with more makeup than clothes, mesmerizing men with their manicured nails while promising a night of debaucherous gratification.

Hawks is fifteen and looks down at his clothes, a long beige trench coat that hides his wings and black boots that do nothing to stop his toes from freezing. He's cold underneath the coat, wearing a muscle tee and ripped skinny jeans, holding the hand of someone from the Commission. Hawks doesn't recognize this man, but he knows better than to question where he's going after a lady with blue eyelashes did his makeup for over an hour.

The man holds his hands, making sure he doesn't run away. He knows better than to try, just lets his small lithe body be pulled toward nameless buildings, walking through back entrances, going through a maze of underground hallways, and typing passwords at doors before he enters the private bar. He's brought to the table with a man he recognizes, sipping on a glass with dark liquid inside.

It's not that he recognizes the face of the man, he just recognizes the type. He spent night after night with men who were carbon copies of each other, each wearing expensive suits and brand name watches, each with sweaty faces and salivating whenever they got a look of Hawks. They give him his own glass of dark liquid even though it's illegal for him to drink - but countless laws have already been broken at that point, so what's one more? The nights are easier when he's inebriated and can't remember anything - he doesn't want to remember anything. He'll feel the stinging of his hips and splotches of reds and purples on his body and can guess what happened, but he never wants to know for certainty.

Hawks blinks a few times and is twenty-four, standing in place as he watches people walk around him. His toes are warm because his boots don't have holes and he's wearing thick wool socks. It doesn't burn his feet to walk down the streets, but it burns his soul the further into the district he walks. He sees men and women of all ages, drunks hanging off of them, looking for a place to have nights that he's all too familiar with.

He should turn around and go home, he knows he has no business being here. And yet he can't stop walking, looking at the faces of the workers who take long drags of their cigarettes, hoping that the smoke might kill them, and if not, then provide them with a temporary relief. He knows behind the layers of makeup there are scars and bruises from a lifetime of hurt, and their siren songs are only sung because a gun is being held to their heads by their abusers. Their sole purpose in life is to make money or die , and their smiles hide all of that because customers don't care what their circumstances are, customers just care about using their money to find pleasure.

Fifteen year old Hawks dreams of the day the terrors would be over. Twenty-four year old Hawks is now walking through the district, recognizing the despondent faces that he used to wear, and realizes that he's on the other side now.

His wings are nonexistent, but it doesn't matter because here money is power. He's getting side eyed from the people waiting on the sidewalk, profiling him as someone who can afford to spend big. He gets called out to, flirted with, but he still walks on, both relishing and feeling disgusted in the way that he's the most powerful person in these streets. No one is here to take away his strength, in fact he's the one that can do the taking.

Not that he necessarily wants to - he just wants the wicked reminder that he could.

He rounds the corner, intending to finally leave the district and go home. He's not going to pretend that he's here seeking pleasure in another person's body. His power trip is finally being overpowered by the guilt he has, because even though he has to remind himself he's not like the evil men, he feels safe here because he has the highest status right now. In this world, there is no threat to take his strength away.

And then he sees it. Sees someone standing on a corner, he can see her face but that doesn't matter because he sees her wings. White wings. Attached to the body of an adult he never thought he'd see, wearing clothes completely inappropriate for the weather. But she stands unbothered, letting some old guy get handsy with her as if it's normalcy.

There's no way, it can't be- but he walks faster, feeling his sparse wings flapping in his jacket as if to give him a boost of speed. He wrenches the man's hands off her body and pushes him away, standing between them.

❝What the-❞ The man slurs before looking at Hawks. Then he tries to swing a punch, but it's a sorry attempt and Hawks quickly steps to the side, tripping the man and letting him fall face first into the snow.

❝What the fuck.❞ He hears her voice behind him, and it's so fucking foreign, it's so new and unfamiliar, and he's scared to turn around because he might be digging up the wrong skeleton. ❝Mister, that was one of my regulars! What's your problem ?❞

#hawks x y/n #keigo x you #keigo takami #angst #tw #bnha x reader #tw inc*st

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BTS Reaction: warming them up

A/n: since its cold, and I often tend to mother my friends who end up sneezing or coughing around me. Even though I'm the youngest out of the bunch.

Kim Seokjin:

As soon as a sneeze goes off from him, Jin heard footsteps that were loud as thunders entered his line of hearing. The door to the shared bedroom slammed open and Jin jumps up from his seat in fright of the computer, while he was playing a game. You were at the door, looking right at him. And Jin looks right back at you.

"I heard a sneeze, was that you?"

Jin was about to say 'yes' but another sneeze came from him and you didn't need to ask again. Walking over to Jin, you went to touch his hand that was cold as ice.

"You're cold, " you look around the room, "and the room is cold too. I'll go turn on the heater." You give him a quick peck on his cheek and they were also cold too.

Running over to the bed, you went to grab your soft and fluffy warm blanket and drape it over his body, your hands remain on his broad shoulders. "Please don't get sick."

"Thank you for your words of affirmation." He went to grab one of your warm small hands.

"I mean it, I really don't want you to get sick." Then you pull your hands away and went to turn on the heater.

"Instead of turning in the heater, why don't you be my personal one?" He shouted right after you left the room.

Min Yoongi:

When Yoongi mutter, "I'm feeling cold," you look up at him as he is taking off his clothes. He was tired from working and cold from the snow that was heavily sprinkling outside. He was half wet from the snow.

"Do you want to lay down?" You ask, moving a bit for him to sleep beside you on the bed. Yoongi appreciated your giving self and took advantage of the space you make for him.

As soon as the warmth hits him, he let out a content sound and sink deep into the bed. You throw the blanket to cover him and wrap an arm and leg around him as he did the same thing you're doing to him. "You're very warm." He snuggles closer to you. Yoongi likes the attention you're giving him. He feels your finger in his slightly damp hair.

"I know, " moving your hand to his face, you trace his noticeable tired features. "Sleep tight Sugamon."

Calling him by that name, Yoongi snapped open his eyes, "Is that a new nickname for me?"

"You have plenty of nicknames from me and Army, and I choose the one from Army. Would you like Little Meow Meow?"

Jung Hoseok:

"Hobi are you cold?" You look up at him, who was standing next to you while shaking and was bouncing on his knees.

"I'm not cold if I'm cold that means the sun has died." He was shivering, you can see him trying to warm himself up. Hoseok and the rest of Bangtan were still filming and it was dead on winter. Hoseok was wearing a thin shirt that you can see his collarbone and a pair of sandy color khakis. The wind isn't nice either.

"Hobi come over here, " you motion him with a hand and he comes over, "sit here." Standing up from your spot, you let him sit there. Once he settles down, you sit on his lap and use the blanket to cover you both.

On instinct, his arms went around your waist and pull you close to him. "I like this." He comments and rests his chin on your shoulder. He can feel your body best spreading to his rapidly. "I am officially promoting you to the best girlfriend in the world."

"I'm offended that I'm not the best, if not already the best. I'm leaving you to the cold." You try to move away, but Hoseok tightens his grip and started to apologize and laugh.

Kim Namjoon:

You were waiting at the stop light for the crosswalk person to show up as Namjoon and you were both on your way to a new café shop that had open recently. He buried himself deep into his sweater and you glance up at him out if the corner of your eyes. His ears were red.

"Namjoon are you cold?" And a sniffle from him can be heard. You took out a heat pack from your pocket and put it in his as you touch his icicle hand. You went to hold his cold hand and wrapped his cold one around yours. "Let's hold our hand like this until we reach the café."

"Why are you so warm?"

"I have always been warm."

The crosswalk person appeared on the counting light, and you and Namjoon walk the street. "You look like a little cocoon Joonie."

Park Jimin:

"The sweater looks bigger than I expected." You told Jimin who was looking at you trying on the pastel color sweater that you had ordered about a week ago. The sweater droops down on your shoulder and it reaches above your thighs. "I think they got my order wrong chim."

Jimin watches you run over to the box and look at the description. "They did get it wrong, I order a medium and they send me an extra large one."

"They did?"

"Yeah, they did." You walk over to him and show him the box. "I should return it back to them." Jimin grabs the hem of your sweater and lift it up and get inside of it too. He pokes his head through the opening hole and stretches his arms around your waist on the inside.

"It's a perfect fit, why return it?" He looks down at you.

"Ah, you're such a snuggle person."

Jimin pulls you down onto the couch with him and he let you lay on top of him. He rubbed a hand on your back. "I like to snuggle, it's perfect too since I'm cold."

Kim Taehyung:

Taehyung had to stay outside for 15 minutes-- wearing nothing but thin and light clothes, as a punishment for losing a bet to Jungkook and Jimin. He was squatting down and poking the snow with a stick.

Your boyfriend let out a very loud sneeze and was shivering. "Taehyung?" Calling out his name, he looks over his shoulder and saw you clad in all warmth.

Walking to him, you squat in front of him and look up at him. You took both his hands and put them around your face and neck. Smiling up at him, you get closer to him and boop your nose to his. "Your hands are getting cold."

"What are you doing out here? You should go back inside."

"I came here to check up on you, it's not like they're going to know that I'm here unless they look." Your hands went to his cold face and you start drumming your fingers on his cheekbone. "I don't like seeing you getting cold."

He let out a bashful smile and his hand slide up to your face and puff out your cheeks. He likes your attention and caring nature.

"Do you want to cuddle?" You ask him. He didn't waste time hugging you for the remainder of his punishment. All he wants right now was warmth and love.

Jeon Jungkook:

"Why are you pushing me away?" You ask the stubborn boy, he continued to push you away with his feet. "I'm just giving you warmth and if you didn't like it I would go to Hoseok instead."

"Go ahead to Hoseok then." Jungkook didn't glance up at you once from his game.

You were seething your teeth and wish him death on his character in the game. "You ungrateful Seagull!" Tackling him to the ground, you manage to knock him down with you. "I've been waiting for you for 4 hours to get off the computer so we can chill, but you like D!va more than me!" You got on top of him and straddle his waist as you were hitting his chest.

Jungkook grabs hold of both wrist and looks away with a cocky smile. He pulls you down to his chest and rolls over to the side as he locks his legs around your flailing ones.

"We will cuddle like this then."

"No! I don't want you anymore!"

"Awe, are you mad?"

"I'm hangry you big goof!"

Tine goes on with you trying to get out Jungkook's grip and Jungkook was enjoying your little tantrum as he would coddle you like a child and which makes you angrier. So much for trying to relax with him, and he ended up the one who is trying to calm you down.

#bts #bts v #bangtan #bts suga #bangta boys #bts jhope #bts jimin #bts jin #bts jungkook #bts-x-reader #bts namjoon #fan fic writing #fan fiction #fanfic #bts imagine #bts imagines #bts reactions #bts reaction #bts fluff

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