#he’s talking about how he grew up being told that god speaks to people in whispers

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I am Yours, You are Mine -Aemond T.

This is an A/B/O fic. You have been warned.

Everyone knew, they had always known.

It wasn’t hard to figure out from what I assume, my mothers children are all boys with brown hair and brown eyes, I have white hair and purple eyes. Everyone knew my older brother Jace and my younger brothers Luke and Joffrey were Harwin Strongs children and just like that, everyone knew that I was the daughter of Daemon Targaryen.

Laenor hadn’t been able to give my mother a child and I looked nothing like him, Daemon however…I’m told I’m the spitting image of him. So while I am technically a bastard, I’m also full Targaryen, so I was never treated like it. I was born only 5 moons after Aemond was and therefore was raised with him in a way, as we grew up his older brother Aegon and my older brother Jace got close, at least closer than they were to us and Aemond got picked on a lot. He didn’t have a dragon, and while I didn’t either, everyone knew to leave me alone, whether it was because I was a girl or because I was Daemons daughter I don’t know. My father is the only current Targaryen Alpha in the world and that made people so much more terrified of him than they already were.

Most people in the world present as Betas, it’s normal and no one really thinks twice about it, an Alpha however is a blessing from the Gods. He will be stronger, and tougher, and defend your family better than a Beta can, at least that’s what people believe, an Alphas instincts being so much stronger than a Betas, the only presentation stronger still is an Omega, and an Omega is considered a blessing from the mother herself. Presentation happens around puberty but usually you can see certain traits in children to tell if they will be anything other than a Beta, my mother believes I will be an Omega because even with a father like Daemon I’m quiet and sweet, always the most submissive in the room which for a Princess is a good thing.

Aemond and I spent more and more time together as we got older, him being shunned from the group with his older brother and mine, along with Luke who followed them around like a puppy and didn’t mind getting pranked once in a while. Aemond was the smartest of all of them, he enjoyed learning, and training, but most of all, he had no dragon. Neither of our dragon eggs hatched and the both of us bonded over that, and I always tried to make my uncle feel better when they had been particularly cruel, like the day they gave him a pig instead of a dragon. We skipped dinner that night and sat together in the library for hours just talking. He was my best friend, and my closest ally in the world, we made promises to always be there for each other.

The promises of children never seem to last though…even if the children weren’t the ones to break them.

After Joffrey was born mother moved us back to Dragonstone, me kicking and screaming, clinging to my uncle who held me just as tightly until our mothers gave up. We had a small second of hope as I wrapped my arms around his neck and he held me to him so tightly it almost hurt. That’s when our mothers called for their guards and we were yanked apart harshly and I was carried all the way to the ship that would take us home.

We weren’t apart for long after that, my fathers wife dying in childbirth brought us back together for her funeral. As soon as I saw him I pulled away from Jace and ran to Aemond who held me close and breathed in my scent as I did his, it was a comfort that only we seemed to give each other. I stayed by his side holding his arm while everyone spoke about Laena, saying kind words about a women I barely knew while my “father” stood in the ocean below, crying for the Gods only know how long.

Aegon was with us for some time, watching the maids and being his normal vile self and eventually we were alone, speaking as if no time had passed at all. That moment as we sat on the steps talking would be one I regret for many years to come, watching Aemond as he gazed at Vhagar. I knew my uncle wanted a dragon, more than even I did and I told him he should go, as the sun went down and people filed inside to bed, I encouraged him to mount her while he had the chance. 2 hours later I was awoken to a knight running into my room to check on me and seeing I was in bed and fine. I followed him downstairs to my mothers relief, Luke was bleeding from the nose, Alicent was angry beyond belief and my uncle and best friend sat with a maester stitching his eye up. I moved to his side quickly, taking his hand in my own and holding it tightly, allowing him to squeeze it as he got stitched up and everyone continued screaming. I didn’t care for the politics, I didn’t care for the threats, or insults, only that my favorite person sat beside me maimed and my brothers had done it. I stayed by his side for the rest of the evening, even as the maester gave him milk of the poppy to be able to sleep, snuggling into his chest and feeling his arms around me as he slept soundly and all the while I felt sick to my stomach knowing that what Jace had said to me when I hugged my mother had been completely true… ‘This is all your fault’

I was taken from Aemond’s bed late in the morning, he had awoken to eat and been put back to sleep, all the while clinging to my hand. My mother took us home immediately, we went back to Dragonstone and so did Daemon who quickly married my mother as soon as Laenor passed.

Jace and Luke were quick to blame me for everything, knowing that I had encouraged Aemond to mount Vhagar, maybe if I hadn’t he would still have his eye and I wouldn’t have had to leave again. Maybe Rhaena wouldn’t despise me for “helping to steal her mothers dragon” even if I don’t believe you can have claim to a dragon if it hasn’t chosen you. Jace and Luke spent all their time with Baela and Rhaena and I was left alone, not wanting to be near my brothers to hear about how much they and Aemond despise me, how the only person I had ever truly loved besides my mother wouldn’t even write to me anymore no matter how many times I wrote him apologizing. My mother and father were the only people I ever spoke to anymore, Daemon practically claiming me as his own even if he couldn’t “officially” do that and I learned that being alone is better for everyone, especially once I presented. Jace, Luke, Baela and Rhaena had all presented as Betas as expected but I was “blessed” to a life as an Omega, suffering through my heats alone in a locked room, only maids to bring me food and try to relieve my pain which never worked.

I was 15 before I was truly blessed with anything in my life, out for a walk by myself, having escaped my guard and stumbling upon a dragon. The Grey Ghost was a name given to a shy, pale dragon, one I never hoped to even get a glimpse of in my life and I suddenly had, his eyes locked on mine as if waiting to see what I would do and so I reached into my bag to get the bread I brought with me and the fish I planned to cook on my little adventure, tossing them to him and watching as he snubbed the bread and ripped the fish apart. I had sat down on a boulder, watching as he ate, assuming this would be the only time I would ever see this elusive creature but it wasn’t. He had laid down to nap after eating and the next day he sat at the same spot as I brought him an even bigger fish. That went on for nearly 2 weeks of me bringing him food and talking to him before he approached me and allowed me to touch him, letting me mount him after that. I kept him away from the pits, away from everyone who only saw him when I went flying, knowing he was just as comfortable around people as I was, which was not at all. I even had all of my riding gear dyed as close to his color as I could, making it truly impossible for anyone, even another dragon rider to find us in a cloud bank. Daemon was impressed, believing it was a useful skill, especially for an Omega to be able to hide like that. Life continued on like that until Corlys’ injury, resulting in all of us needing to return to Kings Landing to fight for Luke’s inheritance. I was less than enthusiastic about going but my mother forced me onto the ship.

In Kings landing once again I was stuck with Jace and Luke as mother and Daemon wanted to go see Grandfather, forcing me to follow them to the training yard that I hadn’t seen since I was a small child. Everyone’s attention was on a fight in the center of the yard and I pushed between Jace and Luke to be able to see, seeing Criston Cole fighting a young man with an eye patch and knowing instantly that it’s Aemond, and that he is winning, dodging the mace repeatedly before his blade was at Cole’s throat and I ducked behind Jace and Luke, catching a very strong Alpha scent as I did and feeling my stomach twist into a knot.

‘Nephews. Have you come to train?’ He questioned and I knew they were no where close to as good as he is, he would kill them. They had continued training but not very much and Aemond is clearly quite passionate about it. ‘Niece, lovely to see you again…or smell you I should say, and what a lovely scent it is. Hmm?’ I blushed darkly, not moving from behind my brothers until Jace turned and pushed me to walk back the other way.

‘I would stay close if I were you sister, wouldn’t want to be alone with him, would you?’ Luke teased and I wanted desperately to strangle the cocky little bastard but the last time I had hit him I’d given him a black eye and made him cry like a bitch, mother made sure I knew Omegas should never be violent, especially when they’ve been trained by Daemon and could make a man feel emasculated enough to be murderous.

I sighed, rolling my eyes and following them inside, finding my room as quickly as I could and locking the doors. I sat on the windowsill and stared out over Kings Landing, seeing a dip in the clouds and knowing my dragon had followed us, it was a comfort in case I needed an escape and knowing my family, I definitely will.

I stayed in my room until my mother came to get me, walking all of us together down to the throne room where I stayed as close to my father as I could, feeling men’s eyes on me, flinching from one who leaned in to smell me making my father turn and glare down at him, the man moving to the other end of the room quickly. I held onto his belt as Otto Hightower spoke, feeling eyes on me and knowing Aemond was staring as well. That same Alpha scent was back and my stomach felt like it was quivering as the wonderful smell assaulted me. My attention was only drawn when the doors opened to reveal our grandfather looking rough…half dead honestly as he walked into the room, stumbling up to his throne, Daemon helping him as he dropped his crown and leaving me exposed with no one to hide behind until he came back. I watched on, thoroughly entertained as Vaemond shouted about Luke and Jace being bastards, and actually couldn’t contain my snort as Daemon cut off his head though as expected nothing happened to him and Luke keeps his inheritance.

‘Now, if we’re through with this useless event, I think we can-‘

‘Actually my King, if I may?’ Otto asked, approaching the throne and mumbling something to him quietly.

‘Are you sure? Rhaenyra! Why was I unaware of your daughter presenting as an Omega?’ The King asked and my blood ran cold, Daemon pushing me completely behind him.

‘She was not ready for every noble man in the kingdom to be vying for her hand Father, I was protecting my baby. I apologize if you think I’ve hidden it from you but that was never my intention.’ She explained.

‘My girl, this is wonderful! Otto is right, there’s no need for anyone to look for a husband when we have a perfect Targaryen Alpha right here. Honestly I always did believe Aemond and Y/n would end up marrying, they were so sweet when they were babes.’ I backed away from Daemon, moving around the crowd and moving towards the doors the maids use to get to the kitchen quickly. ‘My son, you will take Y/n as your wife, do you have any objections?’ The King asked and I waited a moment, waiting for him to start yelling, or begging to get out of it…but he didn’t.

‘It will be my honor Father. Thank you.’

‘Well then it is settled, there will be a wedding, right here tomorrow night-‘

‘Tomorrow?!’ My mother exclaimed.

‘I’m a sickly, old man Rhaenyra, I would like to witness their union before I pass on. You can afford me that, can you not?’ He questioned and I knew my mother would cave at that as I got to the door, pushing it open quietly.

‘Father, I would like to request one thing. Since it must be such a quick wedding, I would like to do it in the traditional Valyrian custom.’ Aemond asked and I took pause.

When we were children we discussed just this, we talked about how we would be married one day and I told Aemond that I wanted to do it right, in the old customs. Since the day I learned of the traditional wedding I thought it was beautiful and I wanted it more than anything, Aemond promising me the perfect wedding. The idea that he remembered and even cared enough to request such a thing brought tears to my eyes.

‘I don’t see why not, I leave it to my wife and daughter to sort out the details with the bride and groom.’ My mother and the queen? And they want me in the middle of that? Fuck no.

I turned, leaving out the door, quickly running down the corridor and into the kitchens which were busy making dinner, allowing me to run through quickly and out another side door. I just made it to the gardens and down the steps, hiding in the bushes when a guard rushed out after me. ‘Princess! Princess! Your mother demands your presence!’ He shouted, running into the garden while I crept out and down the side of the castle. One good thing about growing up in a castle, you learn how to get around quickly and unseen.

I looked up to the sky, hoping to see my dragon, knowing exactly what he looks like now that I’ve spent so many years by his side and on his back. ‘Come on Ghost! Where are you?’ I questioned, getting down the stairs to the front of the castle, peeking around the corner to see many guards and I quickly moved around the wall and past the gates to the plaines where I knew Vhagar rested by the water. I kept far away from the resting place of the nearly 2 centuries old dragon and whistled, seeing the grayish white color separate from the clouds and dive down towards the ground, landing just ahead of me and just as he nudged his giant head into me in greeting a voice stopped me.

‘Byka Zaldrīzes!’ I froze, knowing only my uncle had ever called me that. He had since we were kids and I was trying to comfort him when he was upset about not having a dragon. My child brain figured, I’m a Targaryen, I can be your dragon and it made him laugh so hard he couldn’t breathe. He called me Little Dragon ever since. ‘Where are you going to go?’ He asked, not yelling…not even seeming angry.

‘Home…’

‘Going home already, and I didn’t get a hello or a goodbye. I admit, I had hoped for a different reaction.’ He stepped closer, Ghost growling but not doing anything more as I shushed him to keep him calm. ‘You used to be excited by the prospect of us being married.’ That wonderful Alpha scent came over me again and I could no longer deny that it was him I was smelling, though deep down I knew it was. ‘You can’t even look at me?’ His voice held more emotion now, upset at the idea I couldn’t face him.

‘Please Aemond, please stop this? You don’t want to be married to me, there’s no point in whatever you’re doing…’ I told him, turning to face him and I couldn’t deny how beautiful he is. I had always found him cute but he had become incredibly handsome the past 9 years.

‘You dare tell me what I want? You?! After all of this time?! I have always wanted you Y/n and I always will, nothing will change that apart from you telling me you no longer love me and that my face is too much for you to accept as your Lord Husband.’ My eyes widened and I took an unintentional step forward.

‘Aemond, you are beautiful, you always have been! No scar changes that, and it could certainly not change the way I feel for you-‘

‘Then why do you run from me? Why have you spent 9 years not answering my letters? Why do you find it so hard to look me in the face? Why-‘

‘Because it’s my fault!’ I shouted, unable to take his questions anymore. ‘Because if I hadn’t encouraged you it wouldn’t have happened, no one would have fought, you wouldn’t have lost your eye! It’s my fault! And Jace and Luke, they tell me all the time and I don’t want to hear how much you hate me! I don’t want to hear you lie and tell me I ignored you, I wrote you every day for months! You never responded and I don’t think I can handle hearing how much you hate me Kepa…I can’t…’ the tears were now streaming down my face like crazy and as I reached to wipe them away he grabbed ahold of my wrists, forcing me to look at him.

‘You think I blame you?’ His voice was so soft it actually startled me. ‘Y/n…first of all I never got letters from you and I’m realizing you didn’t receive mine either which I’m assuming was your brothers but Gods Y/n! I have Never blamed you for that night!’ His face was so serious and hard I knew he wasn’t lying.

‘Never?’

‘Not for one second! You are the only one who gave me any kind of comfort, everyone else was either scared or angry, but you just held me. I loved you so much in that moment I thought my heart would explode! Waking up next to you in the morning, in so much pain, but you were there to make me feel better…then you were gone. My Little Dragon was gone and I couldn’t even speak to her, and now I come to find out you’re carrying guilt that has never been yours to hold! Your brother did that, not you, Luke! He chose to pick up that blade and slice my face, not you! And Vhagar was no one’s to claim, she chose me and I chose her, and yes you helped make me feel better about it but I was going to go to her no matter what you said…please let go of that guilt, my Princess?’ I nodded, sniffling as he let go of my arms and used his thumbs to wipe my eyes before leaning close and pressing his lips to mine. ‘You’re mine Byka Zaldrīzes, all mine!’ He swore, kissing me again, harder this time and pulling me flush against his chest. ‘My Little Dragon is going to be my wife, the mother of my children, my perfect little Omega…Fuck you smell amazing!’ He groaned, digging his face into my neck and inhaling deeply.

‘That’s enough!’ A deep voice shouted and Aemond jumped but I knew exactly who it was.

‘Father, you ruin everything.’ I teased and he just smiled as he got closer, Ghost rumbling in irritation at how many people are here now, seemingly willing to deal with my Alpha and that is all. ‘Did you take my letters?’ I asked and he instantly looked confused.

‘What?’

‘The letters I wrote Aemond, and the letters he wrote me, we never got them. Was it you? I am asking you despite the fact that you’re the least likely…I’m going to kill Jace…and Luke.’ I told him and he seemed irritated.

‘If they really did that, then they will be punished, I assure you. However right now, we need to get you back inside and help your mother plan a wedding.’ I hesitated but nodded my head, moving to follow Daemon and he turned to walk away as well just as I pulled away from Aemond and climbed onto Ghost.

‘Y/n, what are you doing?’ He laughed.

‘You think I’m going to mediate our mothers? Not gonna happen, by this time tomorrow we’ll be married or they’ll be dead, but I won’t be in the middle. Bye father!’ I shouted, hearing Ghost rumble. ‘Sovēs!’ I commanded before he leapt into the air and began climbing towards the clouds. ‘You saved my life, you know that?’ He screeched and I snorted. ‘Not really I suppose, but it wouldn’t have been fun…at all.’ We stayed like that, flying contently over the clouds for several minutes before Ghost seemed agitated and I turned to see the shadow of a large dragon above us causing me to push Ghost down before seeing Vhagar behind us, Aemond laughing while Ghost complained. ‘Not Funny Kepa!’ I shouted, diving after him as he turned to land on a nearby island.

‘I like it when you call me that, Princess.’ He told me as we both got our feet back on the ground.

‘Really? I would have thought you would hate it. My father does, it makes him feel Old when my mother uses it.’ I laughed and he just snorted, laying out his jacket for me to sit on so I could be comfortable.

‘He is nearly 20 years older than your mother, of course he hates it. When you say it, it just excites me.’

‘Hmm, well then I will refrain. Wouldn’t want to excite you too much, would we?’ I leaned into his side and he wrapped his arms around me, Vhagar laying down behind us and Ghost wanting to lay his head on my lap but I wouldn’t let him with Aemond here too.

‘I knew you would be a perfect little Omega, I just knew it. So perfect Y/n, and all mine.’ Aemond’s nose trailed through my hair and I loved the feeling.

‘Not yet Kepa, you need to wait to say that until we’re married-‘

‘Are you going to tell me that you belong to someone else, Omega? Because I will remove their organs.’ He threatened. ‘I’m already keeping myself from killing your brothers so save yourself more problems. If any man has dared put their hands on you-‘

‘Aemond!’ I exclaimed, laughing as he went on his tirade. ‘No one has touched me! Jace tried once when I went into heat the first time but I smacked him so hard his ears rang for a week. I love the possessive attitude but no one has touched me.’ I teased him, giggling as he trailed his nose over my scent gland, groaning.

‘Good, because I would’ve killed them. I told you before, you’re all mine Byka Zaldrīzes, Alphas pretty little Omega.’ His lips wrapped around my scent gland, sucking on my neck and making me cry out. ‘Oh, such sweet little sounds you make for me, my good girl.’ He teased, pushing me onto my back and laying over top of me, arm circling my waist. ‘I’ve waited so long to have you under me like this, to have to wait one more day is torture.’

‘You will survive Kepa, no one will keep us apart again…I am yours, and you are mine. Forever.’ I trailed my fingers up his jaw to his cheek and removed his eyepatch, dropping it to the ground and taking his face into my hands, his eyes closing as I held him.

‘Should they try, I will set this whole world on fire my love. No one will dare take you from me again.’ His voice was firm and fiery, every bit the Dragon that he was always meant to be.

As he leant down, I turned my head and let his lips touch my cheek. ‘We’re not yet married Aemond.’

‘Surely you can afford me a kiss, we will be married by this time tomorrow, don’t make me wait to kiss you one moment longer.’ I had to giggle at the way he made it seem like a life or death situation. ‘I had your first when we were only 8, I would have your last before you’re married.’ His fingers trailed over my cheek as I blushed a dark red before I leaned closer and felt his lips on mine. They were soft and warm as he held me close. I touched my fingers softly to the scar under his eye, hating that he had had to suffer so much pain and I couldn’t even be there for him, or even write to him. ‘I am sorry this is the face you must look at for the rest of our marriage, I-‘

I glared up at him and flicked his nose hard before he could finish speaking. ‘You will not speak ill of the man I love that way! Do you hear me? I care very little about a scar, I’m just sorry that I could not stop it.’

‘Little Dragon-‘

‘All this scar shows me is how strong and tough my husband is. It tells me that I will be safe in his arms and bed, and that our children will never know the feeling of danger…I love you Aemond.’ I could see the unshed tears in his eye that I knew he would never let fall and I pressed my lips to his again.

‘I love you Y/n. You are mine, and I am yours. ‘

For everyone who asked me for more Aemond content as well as those who asked for more Alpha/Omega fics.

I hope you liked it, cause I loved writing it!

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cw : no smut just yet , MDNI still , slight implications of future dark content , reader is an adult in early 20s while nikolai is older , fem reader

A young rising star actress, gaining more and more popularity within each film you star in.

That was you.

And unfortunately for you, you had a very big director with his eyes glued to every move you make. Nikolai Gogol was a very prominent actor and director, he’s been in the business for a long time and he’s good at it. Almost too good.

There’s a lot of mysteries, rumors, more surrounding the man in general despite him being there for so long. Not much is known about his personal life or how he started to rise up. Most of the public just knew that he started off as a child actor.

There’s almost an aura of weariness that people get around him, but his charismatic and mischievous nature keeps pulling them back in for more despite their gut. When he walks, the people shifts and the mood becomes a tide dependent on him due to the air he brings. He knows how to perform and then perform, even when he’s not on the job.

It was only natural that he gained interest in a new star, he was a director after all. That was what most people told you. But there was just something off about him to you, though you never had an actual full conversation with the man besides…

-

“Haha, isn’t it my lucky day! An amazing actress with more amazing work, lovely meeting you.” The man stood before you, giving a small grin before shaking your hand. You’d smile back at him, shaking his hand too.

“Pleasure to meet you Gogol.” You said, your voice firm but sounding polite and friendly. He was a very attractive man, that you couldn’t deny. He was tall, he had pale skin, and pretty white, fluffy hair that was tied in its usual braid. His eyes were something that were easy to get lost into, a green that’s rich like emerald and a shade of a blue that paints the sky. 

Not to mention, the scar that sits on top with a nicely put together outfit. The red tint of his lips made a nice contrast and you couldn’t help but feel a slight dread to hear him speak again for some reason.

“Oh please dear, do call me Nikolai. No need for last names.” He reassures, the smile on his face grew wider, letting out a small chuckle. You felt your chest tighten. Did everyone feel so off when talking to him? 

“Director!”

“Ah, I have to get going. I’ll see you around yeah darl?”

“Of course.”

-

And that was the last you’ve talked to him. It was a while ago, back at an event for god knows what. You’d been to too many for your liking. You still remember the moments where he was glancing at you ever so subtly. 

But now your team came to you with an opportunity, an opportunity to act with him.

-

“It’s a really good chance for you to really get out there. Gogol is one of the best, he’s directing and acting and! He’ll be a great guidance.” Your manager told you, you nodded your head but pursed your lips into a thin line in thought. 

“I don’t know…” You sighed, bouncing your knee while you sat. 

“You’re already gaining a lot of popularity, a boost wouldn’t hurt. You’ve got great skills and a good mindset. You mind if I ask why you’re hesitating?” 

‘Because he’s off! There’s something off about him!’

“Guess I’m just… a little intimidated is all. Don’t get me wrong, I know this is pretty rare for newbies to get invited into such a huge project by someone like him. But I just—”

“He’s been one of your supporters since the start, it’s a good thing he’s interested in you. I get it, it might be overwhelming but that’s just how the industry is. —With that being said, it’s still ultimately your choice.”

You bit your inner cheek. It would be rude to decline an offer from a big shot like him, especially when he’s been supporting your work you figured. And it doesn’t hurt to be curious about him too, only way to figure out more about him is…

“Let him know I accept then.”

‘We’ll see how this goes.’

-

The past few days working with Nikolai, your co-stars, and staff have all went well so far. Your manager was right, so far at least. You were still somewhat skeptical. He was great at guiding people in the right direction. Not only was he easy to talk to but he was friendly, very friendly. 

Almost a little too friendly to you, but you shrugged it off. It must because you’re still somewhat new to the acting scene. You still weren’t sure how to feel.

“Hey darl, how’s my favorite star holding up?” Nikolai’s cheery voice snapped you out of your thoughts, his hand placed on the low of your back. You didn’t think much of it and you smiled at him politely.

“A bit tired but nothing I can’t handle. I’m excited to run upcoming scenes.” You told him, eating a strawberry that they had out on the food table for lunch. You managed to grab a few before they ran out. Your manager always told you it wasn’t good to act with completely empty stomach. He let out a small chuckled, nodding his head.

“Yes, yes! I’m glad you’re having fun dear.” He grinned, but then his eyes trailed to your lips. “Are the strawberries sweet?” He asked, keeping the cheerful expression on his face.

“Yeah, they’re sweeter than I expected. I really like these.” You responded genuinely, grabbing another one. 

“Let me have a taste.” He said, leaning down and eating the strawberry from your hand to his mouth. You were surprised, not expecting him to do something like that so casually. 

‘He smells sweet.’

‘….And his hands are really nice.’

You looked at him still with a surprised expression, letting out a small laugh when you saw his focused face on tasting the the strawberry. You were aware he was probably doing this to make you feel more comfortable and light hearted. At least that’s what you thought to make of his actions.

‘Wait, did I just say he smells sweet? In my head?’

“Yes—”

“Huh?” You cut him off, snapping out of your head. Worried that you had said your thoughts out loud, you turn your face to his more directly. He raises a brow at you, an amused look on his face.

“I was about to say, yes you are right. They are pretty sweet but it looks like you have something on your mind honey.” He tells you, nothing ever goes unnoticed by him.

“O-Oh! It’s nothing, sorry I was just thinking about something random.” You try to explain, there’s no way you’re going to explain what you thought about him to him. That was weird. He’s weird… okay but maybe you’re weird too for thinking that of him-

“You always look so tense around me darling, you always have something on your mind don’t you?” He chuckles. “Dim your worried thoughts pretty thing. I’m not gonna bite you.” 

…Okay yeah he is weird.

But for some reason, your cheeks feel like they were growing warmer. 

“Unless you want me too.”

You didn’t quite catch what he said that moment, so now it was your turn to look at him a little amused snd confused. 

“What was that?”

“Oh nothing nothing dear!” He rubs the inner of your wrist quickly with his thumb, standing back up straight and patting you on the back. He let out a small light hearted laugh. “Oh you’re so cute. Relax okay? This is your first time working with a huge director isn’t it? —Ah maybe that sounds too arrogant of me. I’m just rather familiar with the position is all.” 

“Y-Yeah it is, you know just wanna do my best.” You stammer a bit, nodding your head in agreement.

“You’re already doing so good for me sweetheart, you’re gonna be just fine.” He reassures you, he was a little too good at eye contact. “Actually, you know what? Say, are you free after the shoot?”

You blink.

Where did this come from? What did he plan to do? Why was he asking? You had to come up with an answer. Quick. There wasn’t any time to think-

“Uh, you know I think I am? I don’t usually have anything planned after shoots.”

‘Fuck. What was that?’ 

You internally started cursing at yourself. You initially planned to deny, a thing your gut was screaming at you to do. But you couldn’t think right when he looked at you. It almost seemed sly in the way he smirked.

“How about this? After this shoot is done, go home and get dressed. Come over to my place for dinner yeah darl? I’ll give you some advice, I would just tell you now but we have to run the next scene in about 30? And I don’t wanna stay at the studio much longer after. What do you say?” He asks, tilting his head ever so slightly.

‘There’s no backing out now..’

“Sure, that sounds good to me.” You gave him a sheepish smile. A grin was too swift to grow on his face before relaxing into a casual smile. He reached for his phone, it was different from the usual phone he uses. It must’ve been a personal phone. You figured you should grab your own too.

“Here you go.” He says, handing you his phone and swapping with you. You both take a few moments to put in your numbers and for some reason, you feel as if you’ve greatly messed up. You both swapped the phones back. “There’s my number, give me a call before you’re on your way dear.”

“Okay, I will. Thank you.” You told him, now somewhat nervous to look up at him again.

“Gogol! Makeup touch ups!” A staff called out for him, your makeup artist was also probably looking for you.

“I’ll be seeing you later.” He winks at you, walking away. You let out a small laugh, nervous. You finished the strawberry off quickly, tossing it into the trash before walking off to find your makeup artist.

This is too weird.

dividers : @/cafekitsune

#. . . words of the crimson moon —✫・゜・。. #bsd smut #bsd x reader #nikolai smut #nikolai x reader #nikolai gogol smut #nikolai gogol x reader #fem reader

[i-magines]

Wildest Dreams: Chapter 3

Pedro Pascal x fem!Reader

CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 4 | CHAPTER 5 | CHAPTER 6  | CHAPTER 7 | CHAPTER 8 | CHAPTER 9 | CHAPTER 10

synopsis: You’re an assistant director in an indie movie set and fate makes sure you keep crossing paths with a certain Chilean actor.  

disclaimer: This is my first Pedro Pascal’s fictional work + the first fanfic I write in English, as it isn’t my first language. Unfortunately, I do not own Pedro and this is all a product of my imagination.

rating: M (keep scrolling if your under 18 please)

warnings: age gap, mature content, fem!reader, eventual drinking and drugs, a little smut but nothing crazy (yet), a bit slow burn but not really.  

word count: 1,509

Over the first month, your friendship with Pedro only grew stronger. You were afraid once the production set was moved to the country, he was going to just disappear, as you were no longer roommates. You’d be lying to yourself if you said he didn’t make you feel anything, especially with how charming and flirting he was. You both had shared a lot of personal stuff over smoking joints and you were already used to hanging out together after a day of filming. But today things were going to be different, because the producers had organized a little happy hour for the crew.

Speaking of them, you had asked Pedro to keep your friendship on the low, at least during the job. You knew what everyone would say and think, mostly about you alone, so you were looking after yourself. He understood that and apparently didn’t care to be sneaking out like a teenager to spend some time with you.

“There you are”, Pedro happily greeted you on the corner of the happy hour room, about two hours into the event. “I almost didn’t get the chance to see you today. How’s everything going?”

At this point, you were certain the director hated you, but thank God he was the only one. Everyone else seemed to really like you and your work, which helped a lot with your anxiety.

“He spent the day trying to drive me crazy… Again”, you told Pedro. “You?”

“I would definitely rather be directed by you, if I’m being honest” he said in sympathy. “But yeah, it won’t take long for me to tell him to fuck off. Super nicely, of course.”

You both laughed. You could see he had been drinking and so did everybody in the room. Somebody turned up the music and Pedro dragged you to the improvised dance floor. You danced for about half an hour, until you saw him going to talk to Donna, one of the producers. They seemed friendly— too friendly, if somebody asked your opinion. You noticed it before, how close they acted sometimes, but at the end of the day, it was none of your business. Flo, the make-up artist that got you the job, got your attention and you walked to her.

“What’s up with that face?” She shot you the question. Flo was in her mid 40s and you got to know her in your first gig, since then she was always trying to connect you with people. You really liked her and, most importantly, trusted her. “You looked like you were about to commit murder on the dance floor. I know Dave is giving you a hard time, but honestly he is doing this to every single soul.”

“I was just wondering, is Donna taken?”, you asked as if you had no intention behind it.

“Yeah, I think so”, she told you. “Why? You gay too?”

“Someti— wait, what?” You stared at each other for a few seconds. “Is she?”

“As far as I know”, she said simply. “And by that I mean I’ve known her for about 10 years now. Sorry to disappoint you.”

“No, you didn’t. I mean, good for her, right.”

You decided you need to put your shit together now on. You excused yourself and went to get another drink — you can be a new woman tomorrow. You took some shots and got a drink to hold while you watched everyone dancing and having a good time. You tried to force yourself to stop thinking about your crush on Pedro.

“I need professional help”, you whispered to yourself.

“And why is that?”

“Shit, Pedro!” You jumped, realizing he was right by your side. “You scared the shit out of me, you shithead.”

“Wow, language, sweetheart”, he laughed at your reaction, putting his arm over your shoulder. “What are you up to?”

“Not much, just enjoying the free drinks”, you replied, also enjoying the proximity of his body. “I can see you’re enjoying them yourself.”

“Nah, I’m thinking about getting out of here, people are starting to get too drunk and God forbid I witness anything I can’t unsee”, he was being playful and seemed happy when he got a smile out of you. “Care to join me? Or you already have plans for tonight?”

“Yeah, you know me, Miss Popularity herself”, you both laughed. “Seriously, though. I’m ready whenever you are.”

“Is it okay if we leave together? Considering your privacy policy”, he whispered in your ear. Only if he knew how weak that makes you. You just nodded. “After you, mi princesa.”

Fuck you, Pedro Pascal, you thought as you made the effort to move your shaking legs. Two options: first, he had no idea of his effects on you, or second, he did know that and he just liked to torture you. However it is, you were not willing to make a move to figure it out. 

The location of the shooting was a huge farm, so you walked together through the open field, towards his cabin. You got inside and took your shoes off.

“Hey, mister ‘I’m just a common worker as everybody else’, tell me again why exactly you are the only one with a private hot tube”, you teased him. He laughed. “Is it because you’re such good friends with Donna?”.

“So that’s what it was about back in the happy hour?” Pedro looked deeply into your eyes. “Such a jealous little girl, uh?”

You looked away, embarrassed. You can’t deny your brain formulated that sentence, but the alcohol spilled it out your mouth.

“Answering your question, I’m not really friends with Donna, but her partner is one of my closest colleagues in the industry”, he said in a patient tone. “And you’re welcome to use the hot tube whenever you feel like it.”

You could feel your cheeks burning. Fuck.

“I didn’t mean to— to be honest, I don’t even know what I meant, so don’t mind drunk Y/N”, you breathed out strongly.

“Why don’t we forget about it and instead go chill in the hot tube?” He offered you a smile. Pedro was so easy to deal with, always trying to make you comfortable. “I have more of that nice whisky you like.”

You quickly put on your bikini in your room and head back to Pedro’s cabin. You could hear the happy hour turning into a party on the back, as you joined him inside the tub. You did your best to not stare at his toned, tanned body. He was smoking a cigar and handed you a glass.

“You know what’s funny”, he started, you already knew you wouldn’t find it funny at all. “This is the second time I see you in a tub.”

“Well, fuck you very much sir”, you held a serious face before letting a smile scape. “That was traumatic.”

“Why is that? I would say you made quite an impression”, he laughed, something different sparkling in his eyes. “Would it bother you if I said I still think about it?”

You felt your body hot, as if the water was on boiling point.

“God”, you whispered. He never took his eyes off yours. “I don’t know what to say, Pedro.”

“It’s a simple question, sweetheart”, he replied, coming a little closer. You got chills all over your body. “Honestly, I don’t know if you only see me as this friendly, older, disgusting man—”

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” you cut him before he could finish. “Feel free to think about whatever you like.”

“Good”, he said quietly, his body even closer, but still not touching yours. “Tell me what you were doing on the tub that day, sweetheart.”

“I-I was, uh,” you felt like you were about to explode, your brain trying to process if this was really happening. “I was touching myself.”

“Finally, princesa”, he let out a deep breath against your neck. “You don’t know how many times I wanted to hear you say this, to be sure my memory wasn’t fucking with me.”

He touched your waist with his hand, putting the cigar away with the other one. You felt delirious.

“What are you going to do now that you know?” The question popped out of your mouth.

He grabbed your arm to move your body, making you sit on his lap. Face to face. He was hard as fuck.

“I will take you back to your cabin, give you a goodnight kiss…” He made a pause. His stare was deep down your soul. “Come back to mine and think ‘bout you while I mind my own business.”

He was dead serious.

“I’m too horny to go to sleep”, you cried to him, all your blood concentrated between your legs. You moved on his lap, rubbing against his cook.

“Trust me”, he said as his hands firmly held your hips down, making you stop and yet feel him ever harder. “I feel the same way.”

He gave you a little forehead kiss.

“C’mon, let’s get you to bed.”

CHAPTER 4 AVALIABLE NOW

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[nyrasbloodyclover]

parallel lines (canon!aemond x modern!reader)

a/n: i couldn't come up with how aemond ended up in our world, but i didn't want to use standard stuff like the multiverse or idk (you get what i'm trying to say, i am too lazy, basically)

also, this was soooo fun to write please someone request part two

Aemond was not of this world, that was very much visible. His clothes (that suited him very much) completely stood out from the things people normally wore now,his hair was beautiful but unusual, platinum blond, almost reaching his waist, and the sapphire eye that replaced his lost one looked perfect on him.

Long story short, he didn't belong here. His world was of dragons and family dynasties. But, since he was stuck here (for god knows how long) I got to show him the beauty of the modern age.

"What can you even do here? Everything looks the same," he said, thinking of my street and all of the houses. He didn't like that they were built beside each other.

"The beauty of architecture is gone, as far as I can see. You claim to be making a progress and talking about future, but if your society continues to exist like this, it's going to ruin itself."

"Aemond, please don't rain on my parade right now. It's so much fun showing you all the new things in my world since I know everything about yours."

He furrowed his brows, "What parade?"

I smiled for myself. "Nevermind. Do you think Aegon is a nihilist?"

"Your philosophy makes no sense to me. And I think the whole concept of your so-called nihilism is very much stupid. How can you say that you are a nihilist if there is nothing and you believe that nothing really exists? If belief doesn't exist, how can you believe—"

"Please stop and follow me." My head started to hurt from his many many MANY arguments about everything.

"What is this? You know I already told you I don't like your room. Why do you decorate your walls with these gruesome pictures?"

"It's not gruesome, I already told you—"

"And why is there a picture of my brother beside your bed? How does it look so realistic? Are you a witch?" he said with wide eye. I didn't explain to him how printer works yet.

"Stop being so dramatic. I wanted to say— I already told you I keep photos of my favorite TV shows on my walls. Your brother is there because he's very much my type." Not that I am Team Green. Nyra for the win.

"You want him as a husband?" He asked like it was the most impossible thing someone could say.

"Something like that..." It was different speaking about fictional characters you like with your friends than with said character's BROTHER. I could say the most unhinged things with my best friend but I had to restrain myself in front of him.

Aemond was smart, he quickly grasped the whole concept of the modern era. And he was well read too. So when he told me he was bored, an idea came to me.

"Here," I took his hand and led him to the corner of my room where I kept all my books. The large shelf made him smile. He probably had way bigger library at his home, but this'll do for now.

I was happy that he liked my idea. "Can I?" He gestured towards my books. I nodded, as exited as he was.

"Why are they so colorful?" He frowned. I wasn't sure if there were many romance novels in Westeros. Or fantasy. What even was fantasy to them? Guns and women's rights, probably.

"I have classics too. They aren't so colorful," I picked a couple from the bottom of my shelf. "They could help you understand our world better."

I handed them to Aemond, his gaze hypnotized. He probably read most of the books in Westeros, that they bored him. This was something new, something he hadn't seen before.

"Who is Dorian Gray?" I heard him ask. My smile grew wider.

"He sold his soul to the devil for eternal beauty. But his sins began to show on his portrait, representing his cursed soul."

"I think my mother would've liked this."

"Maybe, but look at this one." I showed him my favorite. Frankenstein. "I think you should just read it and tell me what do you think."

After a couple of hours, a whole season of The Walking Dead, and five diet cokes, he finished reading my favorite book. Then the discussion began.

"So what you are saying is that the Creature's actions are justified because Frankenstein is the real monster?"

"Yes. Exactly. Frankenstein made something—Someone and refused to take responsibility. The Creature wouldn't have done all of that if Victor showed him some love. Like a parent. Murder is obviously wrong, but Frankenstein abandoned the Creature. And it yearned for love. Things would've turned out differently if Frankenstein had been there for his creation."

"I still don't agree. Just because our parents don't give us love doesn't mean we get the right to go around and murder people."

I almost wanted to laugh. "You're the one to talk."

He turned his head, almost breaking his neck, "Excuse me?"

"Oh don't play all nice right now. You killed Luke! And for what?" I said, accusingly.

"It was an accident!"

I think we argued until 4am. We couldn't sleep even then, so I switched genres. It was a bad idea.

"Give me that! You're certainly not reading Penelope Douglas!" I chased him around the kitchen, trying to snatch the book from him. And I mean Punk 57. Not trying to be rude, but reading that made me lose brain cells. And I didn't want to explain to Aemond what a vibrator was.

"You'll become stupid! Stop reading that! Do you wanna be stupid??" I said, running around the kitchen table, trying to get to him. He was reading it while avoiding me.

"Are you calling yourself stupid?" He said with a chuckle.

I groaned in frustration. He was so annoying.

He, fortunately, dropped the book after it's third chapter, saying he didn't get the whole point of high school. I agreed with him.

So I gave him Edgar Allan Poe's collection of short stories while making noodles and cookies. The sun started to rise.

"My classmate said he looks like Hitler."

"Who's Hitler? Another person from your modern era I should admire?"

"Please forget I said anything." I reminded myself to shut up.

It was funny how Poe confused him.

"What is this?" He said after reading The Tell-tale Heart. "Why did he hear the heart beat under—"

"His own guilt made him insane," I said, frowning while trying the cookie dough. It was too sweet, I loved it.

I could see him concentrate while reading The Black Cat and completely change his face when he switched to Poe's poetry. I knew he would love it.

"I think Alone is my favourite so far."

"Mine too. But everything he wrote just resonates with me, you know?"

"Even the Premature burial?"

"Especially the Premature burial." He gave me a once over after my comment and I went to get the food.

Aemond hated noodles, that was certain. He almost spat them out, claiming to be too spicy. I rolled my eyes at him. They weren't even homemade.

I gave him one cookie and I could see that he liked it, but he found another way he could annoy me.

"How do you keep all of your teeth while eating this? The sugar is going to poison me."

"It's not, trust me." I chewed my cookie. "I think you should start reading Tolstoy next and then switch to Kafka."

#hotd #hotd fanfic #aegon targaryen #daemon targaryen #hotd x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #aemond imagine #prince aemond #aemond smut #aemond fic

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello, if it's okay, can I request Shirahoshi Reader? Yandere or not…

Shirahoshi, as a reader, is a giant-like mermaid princess of the ryugu kingdom, with her personality and abilities…

You can include these scenarios;

Ever since the reader has been summoned (before or after meeting the straw hats, your choice), she made friends with the gods and humans, then She and (character) became friends and probably develop romantic feelings for each other…

one day, They found out that the reader has an admirer/stalker, Vander Decken. They are willing to protect her. Until Vander Decken Found Reader…

as Vander gets close, he proposing her again to marry him, reader replied she can't and says "You're not my type!", cue the silence, echoing, Vander's heartbreak, and he and everyone screams/yells, "That's the reason!!!". Or something similar to this: https://youtu.be/PIeW0x4Ld8s

She also says that she already has romantic feelings for someone (she didn't reveal who is yet), Vander snap and did the 'if I can't have you, no one can' and he stops by the (character) and asks the reader if she's alright, she answered him with a blush…

As others dealing with Vander, (character) asks the reader about her type and who they have feelings for, which she replied is them, the (character), and about to confess…

So What would be their reaction and what will they do?

With: Poseidon, Hades, Thor, Loki, Buddha, Hercules, Qin Shi Huang, Nikolai Tesla, Kojiro, Jack

-The Mermaid Princess was considered to be one of the most beautiful creatures in the universe, and those words did you no justice, you were stunning, from your sparkling scales of your tail, your long hair and bright eyes, you were the pinnacle of perfection!

-You were a little naïve and definitely a crybaby, due to being so sheltered by your father and big brothers following the murder of your mother, but you were so sweet and gentle to everyone you met.

-When your family was called upon by Lord Poseidon for a meeting, you got to go with them, and you stunned gods and humans alike with your massive size, but you were so gentle and sweet that many were instantly taken by you.

-Your brothers warned you to be cautious around others and kept a close eye on you while you held various people in the palms of your hands, lifting them to speak with you so you didn’t have to hunch over, and they didn’t have to lift their necks too much to speak with you.

-This is how you first met (Love), who came over and you were happy to lift him up so you could speak with him, and he found himself drawn to you, there was something about you that made him want to talk to you more and more.

-This was the start of your friendship with (Love), who would always seek you out when you accompanied your big brothers and father to see them all at the seaside and the two of you could talk for hours.

-After over a year, he wanted to confess to you, even though he was nowhere close to your size and couldn’t do anything romantically with you, at least easily, he adored you.

-However, when you came to the surface, guards surrounding you, your father told Lord Poseidon as well as everyone else in attendance that you were being stalked by a vile man who wanted you for his own and had threatened many around you to get to you.

-(Love) grew angry, hearing that you had been threatened, seeing tears in your eyes, as your father had almost left you at home locked in the palace so you could be safe, but allowed you to come with him, along with an army of guards to watch below the waves.

-You had calmed down, talking to the man you liked, as you wanted to confess to him, but you felt so shy and hesitant, worrying that others might not approve of the relationship.

-A loud voice then shouted from behind you, “I finally found you Princess Y/N!! Marry me!!” all attention turned to the stalker in question Vander Decken, steering a massive ship he had managed to steal, planning on driving the ship right into you if you refused.

-Your father shouted out to the guards to stop him while you were terrified, your hands up by your mouth as he laughed obnoxiously, “If you marry me I’ll spare everyone here!!” He was talking like he was able to handle the warriors and gods.

-You opened your mouth to answer him, and he froze, eyes wide in delight, hoping to hear ‘yes’ come from your beautiful lips.

-You then shouted out your answer, “You’re not my type!!” everyone except for you turned white, in complete shock from your answer before all shouting out in unison, “THAT’S YOUR REASON?!?!”

-Vander Decken was beside himself with grief which quickly grew to fury, “If I can’t have you- nobody can!!” and he steered the ship to run straight into you!

-Luckily, with your shocking answer, it gave (Love) the opportunity to leap onto the ship and easily handle Vander Decken and the ship was stopped.

-Once back on shore you were crying loudly, holding him in your hands, showing your crybaby side once again which many thought was rather adorable.

-Once everything was calmed down, (Love) and you had some alone time, going to the pier so you and he could talk face to face, he gave you a small smile, “I have a question of my own, Y/N, you mentioned that the stalker wasn’t your type. Who is your type?”

-Your face immediately turned bright red, pulling back to hold your cheeks, looking away from him, he was annoyed, thinking someone else had gotten to you first.

-You smiled softly as you turned back to him, “He’s really strong and is a good leader, just like my father, and he’s always been nice to me and I love talking to him!” he grew a bit angrier, wanting to know who before you looked like you were hyping yourself up before you spoke, “The person I like is you, (Love).” He froze, completely stunned as you froze as well, pulling back, talking to yourself, “I did it! I said it!” you really were too cute! He chuckled warmly and asked for your hand, and you picked him up and he surprised you by having you lift him towards your face, and he pecked your cheek gently. You barely felt it, due to your size, but you felt it and instantly your face was bright red, turning away while holding him in your other hand, which made him chuckle, seeing that you were so shy.

            -Poseidon, Thor, Hades, and Qin Shi Huang

-You instantly smiled, speaking fondly of the make you loved, “He’s so sweet and kind to me, he always tells me the funniest stories. He’s also gentle and doesn’t seem to care that I’m a giant while he’s normal sized.” Hearing you gush about another man was heartbreaking, but he tried to keep the smile on his face, happy that you had found someone special like that. (Love) doesn’t know what came over him when he looked up at you, “May I know the name of the man who captured your heart?” your face instantly flushed red before you ducked down to be peeking over the pier, looking a bit shy before you spoke, your voice a whisper, “I’m looking at him.” Your answer stunned him and instantly he grinned, elation swelling inside of him before he came to the edge of the pier and leaned over, reaching his hands out to you and when you came closer he pecked your cheek gently, “I’m glad I don’t have to fight someone for you heart.” Your smile of elation was so heartwarming, it made him beam right back at you as you basked in the glow of your confessions.

            -Buddha, Hercules, Kojiro, and Nikola

-You instantly smiled, bending slightly to talk to him face to face, holding onto the edge of the pier, gushing about the man you loved, and while he was happy to see you so happy, he was in anguish. The thought of losing you to another made his blood boil, he didn’t want to lose you to another, he didn’t want to share you! For a moment, the thought of killing whoever had your heart, then taking care of you while you were mourning and take advantage of your grief. He shook his head lightly, he wasn’t going to do that to you, he couldn’t do anything to hurt you. Your hand came down to him, a finger brushing against his cheek gently, “(Love), are you okay?” your concern made his heart warm, and he smiled up at you, trying to pretend nothing was wrong before he spoke, “Nothing’s wrong, Y/N. Just… I love you- Y/N. I wanted to tell you before someone else got to you first, but it seems-” he was cut off by a wave of seawater after you suddenly dove down, embarrassed. You surfaced moments later, holding your cheeks as you confessed to him, shocking him that he was the one you loved, before he started laughing warmly, amused at the misunderstanding before you shared a small smile between you two.

-Loki and Jack

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror poseidon #ror thor #ror hades #ror qin shi huang #ror buddha #ror heracles #ror kojiro sasaki #ror nikola tesla #ror loki #ror jack the ripper

[silv3rswirls]

Worship me

Warnings: 18+, unedited, yandere au, idol yoongi, stalking, online harassment, mentions/fantasies of sex and masturbation, obsession

Note: I wrote most of this in an hour. No one speak to me, I am unheathily in love with this yoongi. Also, I didn’t have the brainpower to write a like actual story with scenes and stuff, so I’ll probably post the little blurbs and such to go with this.

Until recently, Yoongi never found himself absorbed in his social media. Other than his members, and close personal friends he didn’t find himself scrolling aimlessly or jumping to see anyone’s new posts. That was until he stumbled on your profile. He was bored one night, and couldn’t sleep as he tossed and turned in bed so he went scrolling through his feed to check out what the other members were up to. He huffed as he accidentally clicked on Jin’s likes rather than hearting them. 

He would’ve click off right away like usual, but he stopped at the last second to see your profile nestled towards the top of the list. He tilted his head, why not check out some profiles? It would pass the time and hopefully bore his insomnia away. Maybe it would have worked if he hadn't spent well over an hour just looking at your posts, reading every caption; piecing together some kind of life story to go with your admittedly cute face. He closed Instagram and called it a night, thinking nothing more of you.

Too bad he woke up the next morning, sleep-deprived and cranky; only to open Instagram and scroll. Just for a few minutes to wake up, but eventually, he found himself typing in your username without much of a thought as to if you had posted- you had. He had to stop himself from liking it. What was he thinking? He could only imagine what would come from his official account liking some random girl's post just minutes after she posted it.

No more, he told himself, there was no need to go to your profile to kill boredom. He got ready for the day and headed to the studio to do something far more productive.

Productivity came hard though, as every day his desire to check your profile grew. He couldn’t help it, you were so cute and your posts were addicting- there wasn’t even much special about them, Yoongi told himself one evening, but still he looked. After a week of taking in every selfie and photo, reading your captions closely, and making his way through your older posts; he had completely sunken into the never-ending hole that was stalking your profile. He made note of everything you did, your likes, what you ate that day; it felt weird at first, but every day he found himself caring less and less. He was alone, doing it in his free time. You posted it all for people to see, so didn’t he have a right to look?

Every few minutes he checked for your updates, he hated not being able to follow you. Sometimes the temptation to do so struck him hard, but he held off. He wanted to comment, and tell you how beautiful you were. How much he loved your interests and humor, hated how you interacted with other men in your comments. He wanted to talk to you, this wasn’t fair. Didn’t he deserve to talk to you?

Yoongi was drinking more than usual, why? He couldn’t say. Maybe sipping on liquor and staring at you has become his new favorite pastime. He spent god knows how long locked in his studio doing it, his work neglected as he favored you. He’d get tipsy, get flirty and think about everything he’d say to you. He typed it out sometimes, teasing the idea of sending you a message. 

He wanted to send them, so badly.

He’d get upset, start drinking more and then get sloppy with his messages. They turned from light and flirty to downright awful. Paragraphs filled with how much he wanted you, in every way he wanted you. How he thought about going to that cafe you were always at just to see you, how he wanted to give you everything, how he wanted to touch you; how he wanted to fuck you and never speak to you again, or how he wanted to be with you forever. Use you. Love you.

Sometimes he would get a little too worked up thinking about, staring at pictures as you went out in cute outfits with your friends. Tonight was starting to feel that way, he was leaning back at his desk, eating up your new post about going out to the bar with some old friends. You weren’t that dressed up, inches of your skin weren't on display. You looked how you usually did, but Yoongi found himself shifting in his seat uncomfortably as his cock twitched in his pants. He was growing warm, mouth a bit dry as he m ogled over your pictures. Never had he considered himself to be so needy like this, but he couldn’t help but to slip down his pants and tug at his cock. Just thinking about you did something to him, made him want to whine for you to touch him; be with him.

He stood, one hand keeping him propped up against his desk as his head lulled down, little grunts and half moans filling the dark studio. His eyes fluttered open, looking at the space of the empty desk beneath him. He could imagine you laying there under him. Thrown with care in a rush of passion, his hungry eyes traced your every curve. Sometimes his fantasies felt so real, in the daze of lust he’d reach for you under him only to be reminded that you weren’t there.

He’d wake up the next morning and feign guilt for even thinking to speak to anyone that way, but deep down he knew he had passed guilt a long time again. What he said was true, and he wanted you to know it. He never felt guilt for getting off to the thought of you though. You were always posting such cute photos, didn’t he deserve to do it?

Two months into his insistent stalking a new face started to appear in your posts. Though you always said he was a friend in your captions or comments, Yoongi felt an immense weight of jealousy on his shoulders every time. Sometimes he could barely look at your profile, you posted too much with that damn guy. It pissed him off, unreasonable anger boiling in his as he gripped his phone tighter and rolled his eyes. The way you let other men put their hands on you. His arm was thrown over your shoulder, smiling ear to ear, or how when he held your waist in one. 

He’d get drunk and think about all the nasty things he’d call you, and all the horrible things he’d do to that guy if he ever saw him. 

Call him insane, but he created a fake profile just days after so that his fantasies of talking to you could be true. Still, locked in his dark studio with desire squirming and eating at his insides, he went all in. He couldn’t calm himself down to play it cool- he was damn near begging you to stop posting that guy, to accept his affection and not his. He went on and on about you, how he had been watching your profile- how one day he saw you at your favorite cafe, that he waited for hours hoping you’d come.

You read it but didn’t reply.

Tonight he was fuming, and a bit tipsy as he looked at your new post. He wet his lips, eyes burning as he kept a hard stare on his screen. Whoever that guy you are with was, he looked pathetic. Yoongi could only sneer. If only you knew that he had messaged you, not some random faceless man, but Min Yoongi- the Min Yoongi. Far superior to any random man you would ever post in your feed.

Rather than continued to gravel at the will of your Instagram feed with fucked up fantasies of you, occasionally hoping to see you in public and just look at your beauty. He should be making you chase him. If only you knew, you’d be at his fucking feet in an instant. The image sent a thrill to his head. He didn’t care about keeping his ego in check anymore. He was Min Yoongi; a genius producer, a worldwide superstar. Other men could never compare, you should be at his feet begging for every part of him.

He deserved you, how dare you disrespect him? How dare you not reply to his messages, shouldn’t you be grateful? You post so much, didn’t you deserve this?

He dragged a hand through his hair, his mind clouded with lust as he stared at your story. You were laying in bed with your cat, smiling as it walked over your stomach, the camera panning up to your smile as you giggled. A harmless video was no longer harmless to him, everything set him off. Everything you did made him want you more. He couldn’t recall a time that he had yearned so hard for someone, but it felt so good. He lets out a light sigh, rubbing himself over his jeans as he thinks about how you’d look so much better laying in his bed, or over his desk, or anywhere as long as he was there.

Though, he didn’t whine for you or think about how much he wanted you with him; he thought about how he deserved your presence. You should be here letting him have you, he deserved it. He was Yoongi, you should be here all over him. His eyes passed over his liquor bottles sitting untouched, he had stopped having to get drunk to think about you this way weeks ago. He ignored what that said about him, or how it marked how he was changing every day; falling deeper into a worse person.

He didn’t care anymore, he was Yoongi. He could do what he wanted, he had every right to treat you like this in his head and through the messages you still ignored. He wondered for just a second what the others would think of him if they found out. One day Namjoon had almost seen the messages on his phone, and Yoongi almost challenged him to see them and say something. So confident in his obsessions he was. 

He was Min Yoongi after all, he deserved to have you at his feet worshiping him.

#bts #bts x reader #bts imagine #yoongi x reader #yoongi imagine #min yoongi #min yoongi imagine #min yoongi x reader #suga x reader #suga imagine #bts suga #yandere suga #yandere min yoongi #yandere yoongi #yandere suga x reader #yandere min yoongi x reader

[parkkiablah]

Peaceful for once - pt.3 (Zevlor x Tav)

part 1 part 2

(The next part of me pretending bg3 would let us have zevlor in our team 😭)

The next morning you went to Sorcerous Sundries as Gale wanted to find a book about the crown of Karsus, which just ended in your group fighting Lorroakan, as he was just the next person trying to be a god.

You really weren't sure anymore how an uneventful day would feel like, the last one just being far too long ago.

When you got back to your room at the Elfsong it was late and you felt exhausted.

After the few injuries your companions got today were healed, they decided to go downstairs for a few drinks.

"I won't be joining you, I really need some rest today. Drink one for me, too!", you told them.

They tried to convince you a few more times before they gave up and left for the tavern.

You fell onto your bed the second you had your armor off and your eyes stared at the ceiling.

How could you possibly keep these people safe? These people who grew to be your friends. You trusted them, at first because you had no other choice as you needed each others help, but while you traveled and fought together, you grew so much closer.

You started to know each others strenghts and weaknesses and learned about each of their lifes. It felt like family to you.

So just the thought of any of them not making it through the fight.. you had no idea what you would do.

As your sight on the ceiling started to blur you sat up on your bed.

Wiping your eyes you tried thinking about anything else, yet you found your mind always going back to the same depressing thought.

So you sat there in silence as the tears were falling down your face and onto your lap. You found yourself silently sobbing with worry for the people who shared a drink downstairs just in this moment.

You jumped up from your bed when the door suddenly opened and you tried wiping your face quickly before anyone noticed.

You looked over to the door as Zevlor stood there staring at you. The door was still open in his hand as the first thing he noticed when he entered was you crying.

You tried to hide it with a smile and turned away quickly to avoid his gaze.

He wasn't sure how to react, frozen in place as he took in the scene before his eyes. Karlach asked him to get her bag for her as she forgot it when they were leaving. He still wasn't sure why she did ask him but he still felt a little awkward when surrounded by many people, so he was glad for a chance to escape it for a few moments.

What he never expected was to find you crying here on your own and it instantly made him feel bad for leaving with the others.

Shaking his head he moved from his frozen state and closed the door he was still holding open.

He moved over to you, putting a hand on your shoulder as you had turned away from him.

"Did something happen? Are you hurt?", the worrying tone was obvious in his voice.

You tried to speak, to tell him everything you were just so worried about, but your constant sobbing made it impossible to just say a simple word.

When he noticed you couldn't talk he made sure to look at you all over just in case you didn't want to tell about a horrible injury you hid from them.

With his hand on your shoulder he turned you around and pulled you in. His arms around you, one of his hands on your back while his other hand guided your head to his chest.

Your hands found his shirt immediately and you held onto it while burying your face into him.

He just stood there with you, holding you with his hand slowly caressing your back as you listened to his steady breathing.

Not sure how long you were standing there like this but after some time your sobbing slowed down and the tears became less frequent.

Your arms found their way around his waist and you were so glad he was here right now holding you.

"Do you want to tell me what's wrong? You are free to say no of course and I will never mention it again.", he whispered into your ear as his head leaned against yours.

"I don't really know how to put it into words..", you stated honestly.

"You can try, I'm listening."

"Honestly I am just so stressed I might lose any of the people around me in one of the fights we get into.. As simple as that sounds but I am not sure if I could handle losing any of them."

A sigh escaped him and you know it's a thought he probably had a million times already.

"I know that feeling, but honestly I don't think that's even a possibility. I saw you rescue any person that needed your help on your way here and you even kept my people safe too. I would trust you with my life and I know all of them do too. If anyone can keep us safe, it's you. And I hope you know we plan on doing the same for you."

"How do you manage to alway find the right words?"

You couldn't help but feel better already, not sure if it was his embrace you were in or his words or just his precence in general. You did feel safe with him.

"I don't think you needed any of my words. You knew all of that before I told you, you probably just needed someone else to tell you, so you could be sure it is true."

"Maybe you are right.", you laughed, because you were sure he was right.

"Do you feel better?", he asked.

"Much better, thank you again."

"Anytime, my dear."

You loosened the hug and you felt him do the same, even though his arms didn't fully let you go. You lifted your head off his chest, noticing how your tears soaked his shirt.

"Sorry about that."

"It's no problem."

Your face felt swollen from all the crying and you tried to cover it with one of your hands, while you could feel his gaze on you.

"Don't look at me, my face probably looks like I got stuck in a beehive."

"Oh don't be riddiculus.", he answered. One of his hands cupped your cheek as the other one found your wrist and gently pulled your hand away from covering your face.

"You look beautiful as always, swollen eyes or not, Tears or no tears. I mean it."

He looked down into your eyes and you knew he didn't just say it to make you feel better. He honestly believed it.

"Please teach me how to always find the right words just like you do.", you chuckled and kept looking up at him.

"I just said what was on my heart, as simple as that."

"Sounds like a good advice, I should try that sometimes."

"Go ahead.", he simply said but you noticed his eyes looking at your lips for a second.

"Kiss me.", you whispered while you were holding his gaze.

You noticed the small smile that his lips formed, before your eyes closed and you waited for him to lean in.

His lips found yours gently and they felt much softer that you ever would've imagined them.

Sadly he pulled away far too soon, while his thumb caressed your cheek.

"You could have someone so much better than me.. someone younger or more beautiful or brave-", he started saying but you silenced him by kissing him again. Your hand behind his neck pulling him in with you on your tiptoes to reach his lips.

"I will never understand how you can find the best words some moments ago yet you manage to spill so much nonsense just moments later."

He laughed but you know he doesn't fully believe your words, his self doubt fully absorbed into his bones.

"If saying nonsense leads to you kissing me to make me shut up, I will gladly continue."

#bg3 #bg3 zevlor #bg3 tav #zevlor #zevlor x tav #zevlor x reader

[dino-fart]

The Bargain | Chapter 3: Ku'ku'lkán

Pairing: Namor x Female Reader

Genre: Action, Adventure, Romance

Summary: To say you had a complicated relationship history was an understatement. Your ex was well…Not of this world? Yet he seemed to always find his way to you. One day he shows up with his new girlfriend asking for your help. You promise to assist if he never shows his face again. What is it he needs you for? And what are you all going to find when deep diving into the Atlantic Ocean?

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You were escorted by the man you knew now as Attuma. The woman with the orange feathers was Namora. The others you were told their names did not matter. You swam with them to a large whale, you watched them sit on top the animal. Attuma gestured you to follow and you sat on top of the whale. 

Attuma still had a hold on you as the creature began to move. During your underwater trip, you looked at the sea surroundings and how different it was than your last trip. This time your emotions weren’t being manipulated. But also, this time, you were being taken to an unknown kingdom. Maybe it was this Talokan, Atlas was blabbing on about? After an hour the whale went deeper into the ocean and Attuma’s grip tightened on your arm. 

“Beet a! (Brace yourself!)” He shouted to you. Your eyes grew wide when you felt the tidal current’s force push the whale deep down. You gripped onto Attuma and closed your eyes, you began to shake with fear at the strong force. 

“Jaap wicho'ob. (Open your eyes.)” You heard Attuma say and you opened them slowly. You looked around and the whale was nowhere to be found. It was just the five of you floating around. You felt embarrassed that you nearly passed out in front of them but didn’t have time to dwell on it as Attuma guided you to the entrance of the kingdom. Your eyes grew wide at the sight of the mere entrance. 

You quickly followed behind Attuma not wanting to dillydally even though you wanted to stay and study everything. You followed them into the throne room and was instructed to stay put. Attuma and Namora swam to float on either side of the throne. 

“Ku. ku. lkán waye'! (Ku'ku'lkán is here!)” Attuma shouted and the room was filled with chanting. From above floated down what looked like a man in Aztec decorum. He had on a serpent crown with multi colored feathers, a cape that was attached to gold shoulder pieces, and various vibrant jewelry pieces. You saw his people bow to him as he floated down to his throne. The light from the sky reflected his throne perfectly. He looked like a god among his people, he probably was. 

“Teech k taasik ti' le forastero. (We have brought you the outsider.)” Namora said to the king. 

The king nodded and turned to look at you. “So...You are the one, the blonde buffoon keeps talking about it.” He spoke. You noticed how different he was than his people, he looked human from afar. 

“Leti' ku t'aan k t'aano'. (She speaks our language.)” Attuma said and the king sounded intrigued. 

“A'al ti' teen, forastero, ka na'atiko' ba'ax táan in wa'alik? (Tell me, outsider, do you understand what I am saying?)” The king leaned forward on his throne. 

“Je'el u majestad, meetej. (Yes, your majesty, I do.)” You said feeling small under his intense gaze. There were awes in the room and the king stood up and swam over to you. Even though you were underwater, he still seemed to tower over you. You looked up at him, noting his pointed ears. 

“And where did you learn to speak our language?” He asked watching you closely. 

“From books.” 

“Books...Why? Just for fun? Hm? Or perhaps you are learning so you can infiltrate my kingdom!” He glared at you. 

“Oh please, do I look like someone who is capable of infiltrating? I almost passed out getting here.” You retorted. 

“Jach jaaj. (It’s true.)” Attuma said. 

The king smirked and floated behind you, looking you over. “I’m not so sure about that...The buffoon told me all about you. You venture into lost cities to uncover artifacts and take them. You fought his brother when he tried to take over his kingdom.” The king now swam back in front of you, “Am I correct?” 

Well shit...So much for the innocent woman act. 

“...Yes.” You said slowly. 

“Then perhaps I have some use for you after all.” 

“And what would that use be King-” 

“My people call me Ku'ku'lkán...My enemies call me Namor. Time will tell what you will be allowed to call me.” The king stared you down and gestured for Attuma to come toward you. “Bis le superficie. Ti' le murales. Ka taasik ti' le yaano'ob. (Take her to the surface. To the murals. And bring the others.)” Namor ordered and swam back to his throne. Attuma grabbed you by the arm and escorted you. 

You now found yourself in a room with the walls covered in murals. You stood by the torch that was lit to warm up, the blue mask was now off of your mouth. You moved to take your hair tie out and let your hair loose. No point in tying it up right now. You approached the wall and gently traced one of the paintings of the winged serpent or  Ku'ku'lkán. 

“Magnificent, isn’t it?” You heard a voice say behind you. You turned around and saw the king himself standing across from you. He removed his crown and set it to the side. He walked toward you and stood a few inches from you. “I suppose you want to know why you are here.” 

"Does it have anything to do with the Atlantean scepter?” 

Namor looked over at you and nodded, “What do you know of it?” 

“Just that dumbass came to my museum last night saying it belonged to his lineage.” 

“Dumbass?” 

“Sorry Atlas...King Atlas...Still can’t believe that bastard is a king.” You scoffed. 

“I see you have a distaste for him.” 

“Little more than distaste...Anyway, he asked me to come with him to look at it and determine if it really did belong to his lineage...Like I’m some kind of authenticator.” You rolled your eyes. 

“If you had it presented to you, would you be able to?” Namor asked you, now facing you. His expression was earnest and hopeful. 

You sighed in defeat and nodded, “Yes.” 

“Get me back my scepter and I will grant you whatever you wish!” He said enthusiastically. You nodded and he gently put his hands on your shoulders. “Thank you...What is your name?” He asked you softly. 

Before you answered, the two of you were interrupted by Attuma and Namora bringing in two people. “Ah...King Atlas and his queen Sypha.” Namor smirked seeing the two royals walking into the room. 

“Oh for fuck’s sake!” You groaned and rolled your eyes.

Author’s Note: So I only tagged the reblogs and replies because there are SOOO many of you who liked the summary and preview uwu, so continuing on you can either reblog or reply to be added or just keep an eye out for the fic under the ‘Namor x Reader’ tag! Thank you all for the support and love!

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#namor x reader #namor x you

[lokisninerealms]

Memories to Bake

Synopsis: Loki never used to celebrate his birthday until you came along to give him new experiences.

Category / Pairing: Fluff overload; Loki x GN!Reader

Warnings: Absolutely none since this is just pure fluff

A/N: fluffy loki bc he’s fricking adorable

MASTERLIST

Still remembering the conversation you had with him. Here you were in the kitchen of the Avengers compound, flour covering the whole counter as you whisked the cake batter filled bowl. Various ingredients like eggs, butter, and vanilla extract spread out as well.

“So you’ve never had a birthday party? Birthday cake? None of that?” You asked, confused when the God told you that he’s never celebrated his birthday before.

He shrugged, nonchalantly, “Why would we need to? Asgardian life span is prolonged compared to what you mortals live.” Eyes still focusing on his latest novel.

You still couldn’t shake away the thought of Loki never properly celebrating his birthday. Over 1,000 years old and the man has never indulged in birthday cake. Pouring the batter into the circle pan then tucking it into the oven while setting the timer.

Loki always exclaimed how Midgardian life is a lot different than his life in Asgard. Telling you many stories about how his mother, Frigga, would teach him magic tricks. Sometimes using it to his advantage to pull pranks on people such as his brother, Thor and Lady Sif.

He also described how beautiful the gardens were, an arrange of aster, lavender and forget-me-nots that covered the palace. Asgards sunlight and warm weather nurturing the buds as they bloomed.

Whenever you talked to him, he grew more intrigued by Earth and the ways of its people. Seeing a vast difference in how both realms functioned.

“You mortals and your hobbies are absolutely ridiculous,” Loki grumbled. Rolling his eyes as he laced up his skates, the brown fading from the wear from over the years. 

You decided to take Loki roller skating, much to his objection. Seeing as the God has never had an ounce of real fun in Asgard. “Oh. Stop being such a stick in the mud, it’ll be so much fun!” You exclaimed, ecstatically.

He huffed, wishing that he was cozied up on the couch with a new novel than here. “I’m not a stick in the mud, I just don’t see how anyone can see going in circles on wheels as fun,” he remarked. Standing up only to stumble and catch himself on the rail beside you.

You pulled him up, watching as he continued to grumble under his breathe as he slowly skated beside you. Still holding the rail as you teased him, “See you got it. Now just keep-“

Loki zipped past you, causing you to fall from the sudden act as he smirked at you while gracefully skating around the rink. Gapping at him, you couldn’t speak as he offered you a hand to help you up.

“You were saying love?,” he joked. “I can’t believe you just did that! Why didn’t you tell me you know how to skate,” dusting yourself off as you started to skate next to him.

Shrugging, he said, “I just wanted to see how you would react, which might I add, was hysterical.” Smacking his chest, you couldn’t help but laugh with him.

Smiling at the memory, you heard the timer go off as you grabbed oven gloves. The sweet smell of vanilla filling your nose as you pulled the cake out. Placing it on a stand to cool off before decorating.

“Just watch it please, I promise you’ll enjoy it.” You convinced Loki to watch TV with you. He glanced up at you, seeing how desperate you truly were to expose him to the moving pictures on the screen.

Glancing back down at his book before closing it to set beside him. “Fine,” he mumbled as he leaned back in the sofa. You squealed, picking up the remote before pressing play on the movie.

The scenes of Top Gun played on the screen as you ooed and awed. Hearing Loki join you as well at the fighter jet planes and volleyball tournament beside you. Every now and then you would glance over at him, seeing his blue eyes light up from wonder.

You knew Loki would be home any moment. Scrambling to find the icing, you grasped the green and yellow in your hand. Spreading the white all over the base to create a smooth surface for you to work with.

Using the green icing to spell out ‘Happy Birthday Loki!’ while twisting your wrist to swirl yellow designs. Twirling the cake in your hands, you inspected it before giving it your own approval.

“And what do we have hear,” the familiar voice behind you breaking your concentration. “What the fuck Loki?!” Placing the cake down before turning around to yell at the birthday boy, himself.

He laughed, finding your temper absolutely adorable. “Sorry love, I didn’t mean to frighten you.” The mischievous glint in his eyes told you otherwise.

You shook your head, “Don’t scare me like that. Especially with a cake, your cake, in my hands.” Lecturing him as he moved behind you to get a closer look at the dessert, his brows furrowing.

“You made me a cake?,” he whispered. His eyes softening as you moved, watching as Loki read the cake. A smiling forming onto his lips before looking at you.

Placing a hand on his arm, you grinned, “Of course, you said you’ve never had cake before so I figured we cross something else for you to try.”

Wrapping his arms around you, he engulfed you in a hug. Still feeling like a kid on Christmas as he looked at his cake.

Taking a fork in his hand, Loki went to cut a piece for himself. “Wait. I still have to cut a piece for both of us,” you said. Looking for a knife as Loki conjured the drawer closed with his magic, “Hey! you almost cut off-“

He placed the fork in your mouth, cutting you off mid-sentence as you tasted the sweet vanilla of the baked good. You hummed, Loki watching you intently as you grabbed your own fork to give him his own piece of cake.

Loki hummed, the delicious taste of vanilla hitting his tongue as he nodded his head. “You are quite the master mind, darling. Delicious and savoring like you,” he purred.

Blushing at his comment, you continued to devour the treat as you both fed each other. Loki’s eyes filling with so much happiness as he stood in the comfort and company of his love.

“Happy Birthday, my love, here’s to many, many more birthdays to come.”

#loki god of mischief #loki (marvel) #loki #loki laufeyson #loki fanfic #loki friggason #loki imagine #loki x y/n #loki x reader fluff #loki comfort #loki x reader #loki x female reader #loki x gender neutral reader #tom hiddelston loki #loki fluff #loki x you #tom hiddleston #loki odinson #loki fandom #avengers loki

[swap-cult-au]

MASTERPOST

Basic Info:

This AU is a swap AU to the @cult-au-askblog created by @nashdoesstuff. Here, Killer, a college student under heavy stress, joins a cult that worships the God of Positivity, Dream. Dream finds interest in Killer, and gives more attention to him than any other cultist. Killer blindly follows Dream, thinking that if he is to Believe in the Light, the Light will give back.

CHARACTERS:

BACKGROUND:

Killer grew up in a strict household, and went to catholic schools throughout his teenage years after his parents realized his mental health got progressively worse. During their senior year, they opened up about their feelings and who he felt he was as a person, and his parents despised it. As soon as he turned 18, he was kicked out and told to move in with a friend. This friend committed suicide a year later, and Killer was left with a college dormitory and two annoying [and very flirty] roommates. Throughout freshman year in college, Killer felt hopeless, and nothing he did worked. He wondered what they had done wrong: they believed in Christ for ages (forcefully), given back to his community, helped others- why wouldn't anything good happen with him? One day, while working his second job as a waiter, one of his clients asked him if he was doing okay. Despite Killer's jabs at telling them he was okay, they didn't listen. They insisted he go to a "support group" nearby the forest, alone. Killer was hesitant, but went with it anyways. He had tried everything, what other choice did he have? Upon arrival, this didn't seem like any ordinary group. They all wore the same clothing lined with gold and a strange symbol on their belt. Shortly after, he realized he was brought into a cult's meeting by the leader of it. They told them to not worry, as everything would be okay with some explanation. They worshipped the god named Dream, the God of Positivity, because he supposedly gave his followers lives of peace and happiness. Killer decided to join, reluctant. After his second meeting, a prized possession of his, a knitted scarf, was sacrificed to this god. He also got a tattoo in the form of a star on his right arm. The scary part is, no tattoo gun was used. It was some form of staff, and it radiated energy Killer had never felt before. Since then, he's been hearing and seeing strange things pop up in his room. Turns out, Dream liked him a lot, and wanted to make sure he was "at his happiest." Killer was visited by him every night, and always ended up sleeping with a smile on his face. Maybe this whole cult thing was actually good. He's never felt better. OTHER:

Killer is an AFAB demi-boy who uses He / They pronouns. His friend who committed suicide helped with transition surgery costs. Killer is 5”6. He finds film to be interesting and an escape from the real world. He can just write something down and imagine it being acted out. The three languages he speaks are English, Spanish, and Arabic. He wants to learn more, but can't find the motivation to do so. Killer uses his name to mask their deadname. It was meant to be temporary, but they grew a liking to it. He is gay. Killer's text is in red.

BACKGROUND:

Cross was diagnosed with depression in high school, but later, after many therapy sessions, was rid of it. He was inspired by his counselor to go help other people, so he decided to study psychology to assist others in crisis. Cross met Killer on a forum about film design. Since then, he's been trying to help him, as he's noticed their tired look in appearance and some of the stuff he talks about in DMs. Though, he isn't as worried as they tend to talk about his family a lot. They seem like nice and accepting people!

OTHER

Cross uses He / Him pronouns. Cross' podcast is about real life stories, and how people have overcome tough situations. It's meant to be a podcast on inspiration, and Killer listens to it every time he updates it (mostly just to support him.) Cross is 5”7. Cross is bisexual! He has a bit of a thing for fashion and considered pursuing design for some time before finding the mental health field more interesting. He can sew really well! He has a sewing machine and makes his own clothing often. Despite his age, he's never drunk before and doesn't want to. Cross has dimples! Dream doesn't like Cross all that much. He thinks he should be the only one helping them. Cross' text is in purple.

BACKGROUND:

[short backstory here]

Dream, also known as the God of Positivity, is what appears to many as the bringer of hope. Little do his followers know, there happens to be a bit more to the story...

OTHER INFO:

Dream is genderfluid and uses all pronouns. He dislikes his brother. Dream is 6”4. He loves golden apples. He finds mortals amusing. Literally anything they might do is entertaining to him. His crown floats and the star glows. You'll go blind if you stare at it for over 3 minutes, alongside his eye lights. He dislikes shoes and wears none. His wings are made of light. They are there for show. Dream is polysexual. Dream's text is in yellow.

BACKGROUND:

[Additional info on Nightmare and Dream]

As his brother wreaked havoc on his home, Nightmare, in a last ditch attempt, found an additional tree that contained the blank apples his brother consumed for his power. When he grabbed it, he watched the white fruit turn into a dark, black one. Since it worked for Dream, it should work for him, right? As he ate that singular black apple, it supplied him with the ability to weave the shadows, with the price of one lingering his body. The shadow proved useful, however, but not for long. Dream's strength he had gained from the dozens he consumed overcame the singular one Nightmare ate. He lost the battle, and his home. Nowadays, Nightmare wanders the Realm of the Gods, trying to fix his brother's mess. He tries not to associate himself with the mortal realm as much as he can.

OTHER INFO:

Nightmare uses he/they/it pronouns. He doesn't hate his brother; he's fearful for him. Nightmare is 5”6. He feels pity for every one of Dream's followers, particularly Killer. Nightmare cannot take his scarf off. The Shadow is stuck onto his body, so therefore it's stuck to him. Nightmare's skull has that same dark substance on his hood. His hood is made out of special fabric that transfers the effects to it whenever it is worn. Nightmare wishes for balance once again. He is aroace. The more negativity there is in an area, the more powerful the Shadow becomes. It, however, cannot take control over Nightmare. Every time Nightmare feels strong negativity, dark substance releases from his sockets. Nightmare's text is in blue.

Other characters you may ask are the Leader [Swapped!Nash], Dust, and Horror, alongside Ink. Though, the last three aren't too different from the cult-au-askblog.

QnA:

Q: Can I make fanart?

A: Yes, absolutely! Tag me so I can see it! However, I would rather not see NSFW content. You can make it, but please do not tag me.

DO NOT USE MY CHARACTERS FOR HARMFUL USE.

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Q: Will there be a comic?

A: No, sorry. I may write drabbles, though! _

Q: What are the tags for this AU?

A: The tags are #swap!cult au, #swap cult au, or #swap!cult!au.

Of course, the ask box is open for you curious souls out there... go wild y'all.

#undertale multiverse #undertale #undertale au #swap!cult au #swap cult au #swap!cult!au #sc!dream #sc!killer #sc!cross #nash's shenanigans #nashdoesstuff #utmv #cult au #dream sans #killer sans #cross sans #nightmare sans #sc!nightmare

[peachy-wolfhard]

He’s an asshole but he’s MY asshole (II)

a/n: …holy shit you guys liked part 1 here's part 2!!! this is officially a series!!!, I've been sparrowpilled, dialogue was again taken from the episode

Warnings bc I forgot this last time: swearing, the phrase “school girl” is used but only in a way to compare the readers actions and not calling the reader one, a couple sexual innuendos, reader is a little shit, kind of gore ig??

Word Count: 2,080

Part 1  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7

    “Ben?” you asked cautiously, laying on your shared bed desperately trying to focus on your book.

    “Yes, love? What's up?” Ben asked sweetly. You were the only one to see him like this, fully vulnerable opening his heart to you. 

    “Do you believe what one of them said? About us being dead?” asked in a small sad voice. “No.” he states sharply “Why? do you? You shouldn't I mean they're delusional. Appeared in OUR living room, saying that they grew up here and are his kids…you're really gonna believe them?” Fuck he got you there. I mean why would you believe them? Just because they said some things about you and your husband? Shaking your head no and going back to staring at the same page before; you couldn't shake the thought no matter how much you wanted to. The thought that to them you and Ben were nothing more than skeletons scared you. Getting up from your bed, you put your unread book away and start to look for your training gear, for the first time anticipating training.

    “Big one is strong but slow, possibly stupid. Some sort of… simian hybrid.” Marcus informs the group, making you breathe out a chuckle. “Who took the little jumpy guy?” Sloane asks in her usual peppy tone. How someone could be that peppy and cheerful is a mystery to you. “Me. Just gave him a spanking and sent him to school.” Jayme jokes as Alphonso fist bumps her. Chris speaks about the knife perv and how someone could be stupid enough to throw knives at him. The rest of the team continues talking about the umbrellas while you space off. How in the world did I die? Was Ben thinking this? Did he even care? You were just told that you were dead, that people MOURNED you and hes acting like nothing happened! 

    “What about you, y/n? Who’s ass did you kick?” Alphonso asked pulling you from your spiral of dread and questions. “The big one, real stupid one. He really tried to convince me not to beat his ass.” you joke, masking the dread still rearing its head. Before Jayme could respond to your joke Ben interrupted challenging Marcus as he always does. “Enough post-gaming. They disrespected us, Marcus. We need to be out there finding these freaks and taking ‘em out.” maybe he was thinking about what one of them said or maybe he was just being Ben. After that the mood shifts, becoming increasingly tense. “Can someone explain how you got your asses handed to you in 30 seconds?” Marcus asks exasperatedly. “Do you have any idea what would happen to our reputation if anyone had seen that?” he continues. “I mean we haven't faced decent enemies in years. This could be good for us.” He does have a point, since the Sparrows have become so big and well known there’s never any big enemies, just petty crimes and bank robberies.

    Marcus calls for Reginald and asks for an assessment. Reginald explains that they have no loyalty, are unimpressive, cried too much and showered too little, however he warned that we shouldn’t underestimate them given how they (somehow) saved the world in 1963. After hardcore training you decided to relax your mind and muscles with some yoga. Putting in a yoga tape and rolling out your mat, you begin. Only have around 10 minutes to yourself before you are interrupted by Sloane.

    “God all this talk of the umbrella academy has me tired.” Sloane says, sitting next to you while copying your position. “So what was all that with the big stupid one?” you ask smirking at the thought back to their interactions. All Sloane gives you is a big eyed look and glances toward the camera then back towards you. Understanding what shes saying you turn the T.V off. “Give me a bit to take a shower then lets meet in my room. I need to know.” you tell her whispering the last part. After your shower you head to your room, hoping that Sloane remembered. 

    “Psst! y/n!” Sloane whispered just outside your room. Pulling her in quickly and closing the door, making sure no one or bird saw. “Okay spill tell me everything.” As soon as you gave her the go ahead she wouldn’t stop. Talking about how handsome he was, how cute it was to see him visibly nervous from her presence and about meeting him in the hallway.

    “Yeah someone got a good hit on him, scratched his face but pretty bad.” Fuck I scarred up Sloane’s boyfriend. You thought hoping that she wouldn’t realize it was you. “So enough about me and Romeo whats going on with you and Ben.” she asks with a smirk. “I mean its going good. Hes started doing this thing where whenever i’m getting something like water he comes and just wraps his arms around me and gives me a hug from behind.” you say starting to giggle like a school girl talking about their crush. “That’s so cute! I could only dream that Luther would do something like that.” she borderline screams. “So Luther is his name huh.” teasingly “man you two sure had a lot of time all alone.” you continue teasing. “Oh stop it.” Sloane says while laughing at your antics. “I better get going just got to a really good part of my book. When I’m done you should definitely read it.” and with that shes gone.

    The rest of the day and dinner went pretty well, except for Marcus’ presence being missed; well mainly missed by you as much as he could push your buttons he was amazing and fun to be around when he wasn’t being a leader. After dinner you head to bed, Ben trailing closely along behind you. Opening your shared bedroom door and pulling Ben in by the wrist. “Oh okay,” he says with a smug smirk.

    Waking up to being shook awake by Ben, “Marcus is missing, he went to talk to one of the umbrellas and they kidnapped him.” Ben tries to tell your barely awake self. “Ben, honey, love, please give me a moment to actually wake up then retell me.” you say your voice full of sleep, rubbing your eyes. Ben nods and lets you get dressed for the day given that it was only 7:00 am breakfast wasn’t served yet so you had time to fully process the news and make a plan to get him back.

    Now here you were your plan coming together perfectly. Fei knew that Luther would be going on a run that morning and all of you decided that you, Ben, Sloane, Fei and Chris would go kidnap him. After watching him be blissfully unaware of Fei’s birds following him. Eventually he realizes whats going on and starts to run away until he runs into you, your family, and a light pole causing it to fall.

    “Hey, remember me,” you say giving your best little shit grin just before kicking him in the face as hard as possible. While walking back home you walked further back than the rest, still deep in thought about your supposed death. “I thought this would cheer you up,” Ben said with a small smile. “Oh yeah nothing like kidnapping and assault in the morning to really wake someone up,” you say sarcastically. That’s what made him fall so hard and fast for you, your ability to be a complete asshole, your ability to bounce off Ben’s snarky comments and joke with each other. “Well that’s what wakes me up and makes me feel better,” Ben jokes. “Yeah but that’s because you’re fucked up and weird,” you laugh out causing Ben to start laughing.

    Arriving at home Sloane drops Luther off with Grace to patch him up before walking with you and Fei to breakfast. “So how did it go?” Alphonso asks, mouth full of toast. “Did he even put up a fight?” he continues, giggling at his own joke. “Not at all, he just scurried around the park a bit until he hit a light pole,” Fei laughs. Laughing at remembering Luther running around like a chicken with its head cut off. Grabbing your breakfast and making yourself an iced coffee, you sit at your assigned seat next to Ben.

    “Ah there he is!” Alphonso announces. “Please, join us.” Fei says, gesturing to the seat next to her as Alphonso slams the chair. “Its okay. Nobody’s gonna hurt you.” Ben assures Luther. “I might,” you say, buttering your toast with a grin. Just about that time Sloane offers him a smoothie which he eagerly takes. Fei offers some breakfast before being turned down stating that he probably shouldn’t. That is until he notices all the different kinds of butter that is on the table. Taking a seat across from Ben he eagerly starts to eat before Ben introduces himself. “And this is my spouse y/n, number eight,” he says with a smile, always eager to show you off. 

    “It is so good to see you guys again,” he says with a chuckle before going back to eat. “Why does everyone keep looking at us like that?” Ben growls. “Because you’ve been dead for 15 years and they’ve been dead for a week,” he says sadly. HOLY FUCK YOU DIDN’T EVEN DIE TOGETHER! YOU HAD TO LIVE 15 YEARS WITHOUT HIM! Your stomach drops to your ass. “Dead? What do you mean dead?” Ben asks sharply. Damn, well there’s an answer to your question, Ben actually wasn’t thinking about being dead. Luther just shrugs it off with a “It’s a long story,” and the rest go about introducing themselves. Ben introduces Chris by saying he’s in a saucy mood something that sends everyone into laughter at the inside joke. Luther starts to laugh too, something that made you laugh harder.

    The mood is quickly dissipated by the mention of Marcus not being there. “Where is he?” Luther asks before Ben stabs the table “That’s what we’d like to know,” Ben threatens. “Are we playing a game?” Luther asks with a dumb smile on his face. Oh god Sloane likes them big and dumb. Ben explains that the umbrellas took your number one so you took him. Luther looks confused at the sudden revelation that they took Marcus. “Why would we do that?” “Act of war?” Jayme says followed by you saying “Death wish?” Sloane explains that the last time the sparrows saw Marcus they were with his sibling, the little one with big powers. 

    Ben further asks why he is the last to know about things given that hes their number one, coaxing him into giving you more information. “You’d think so, Ben. discipline has never really been our strong suit,” Luther continues saying “its pretty much a free-for-all over there.” Luther says that his siblings are probably worried sick about him and that if you free him, he’ll send Marcus over without a scratch. He goes to stand and leave however Ben pulls him back down and states “What’s the rush? Stick around till Marcus is back.” Luther makes an attempt to scare him however all it does is push him further, “Oh and if you try to escape Fei’s birds with peck your eyes out and make a nest inside your skull. And if you don’t like that option y/n could claw them out with their nails and rip you apart limb from limb just before ripping your throat out,” Ben says giving a fucked up little chuckle before leaving with you.

    Meeting in the living room later that day, Jayme and Alphonso inform the rest of the sparrows about the fight at the shop. Soon Luther is walking into the room, clueless about his family’s actions. Ben standing to meet him before he can sit with you, telling him hes free to go but must tell them to let Marcus go and that even if one hair is out of place, the sparrows will come for them.

#masterlist #ben hargreeves x reader #sparrow!ben x reader #the umbrella academy x reader #tua x reader #umbrella academy x reader #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy spoilers #ben hargreeves #ben hargreeves imagine

[oh-surprise-its-me]

So, everyone knows that Bradley is basically like a son to the one and only Maverick. Man's pretty much a legend, the Daggers are excited to have him as an instructor and all. Jake, on the other hand, is anonymous. Well, he got a reputation for himself, sure, but other than that? No Seresin in the Navy. He's nobody. Until, uh oh...they find out that he's not as anonymous as they think. As you called him, he's basically royalty! And knows more high officers, commanders, admirals, and a couple of retired guys too, well. Perhaps even a bit too much well. DEFINITELY, too well, how did Mav miss a whole damn kid being passed around through the whole 86 class and instructors like that?!???

Leave.it to you how they find out, or why~

Oh my god yay okay.

Threesome au bc goose is alive in that one

They decided to host a reunion at Ron’s house. They told Jake to invite the daggers. They’d really get to meet people this way.

Jake bounces down the stairs in a sweatshirt and jean shorts. He opens the door to Mav, Bradley and Goose. Carole is standing a few feet away on the phone, she waves at Jake. “Hey y’all!” Mav tilts his head he still can’t believe Tom and Ron have a kid and a husband together. Bradley pulls Jake into a hug. He gets a grin in response.

“Y’all aren’t actually the first here. Uncle Rick and Uncle Henry got here first. Same with pops actually.”

Goose and Mav blink at each other. Rick and Henry? As in Wolfman and Hollywood??

Carole sweeps into the house she presses a kiss to Jake’s head and keeps on going. “Ronnie! I need a notepad!” Jake smiles after her. Bradley tilts his head. “Lookin a lot like a rooster there Brad.” Jake gets punched in the arm.

They make their way to the backyard where Chris and Tom are on a couch together. Ron and Carole are talking on the side.

Mav blinks at the group of people. Fucking Viper is here. His evil fucking wife is too. She tried to medically discharged him so many times. Goose coughs. Mav can tell he’s trying not to laugh.

“Maverick.” Maverick straightens and shakes the hand that’s offered. “Sir. Didn’t realize you’d be here.” Viper grins at him. “Had to see my grandson.”

Chris snorts from where he’s leaned against Tom. “Please you wanted to cause issues. Scare some kids.” Viper shrugs. “A perk.” Ron comes back and passes Viper a beer, “need anything pops?” Viper shakes his head. Laura takes the blanket Ron passes to her. She tucks it’s around her and her husband.

Mav thinks maybe he’s actually lost it this time.

He catches sight of Jake being caught in a hug by Wolfman. Hollywood is watching them like this is normal.

What the hell.

There’s more voices from the house. “Javy we can’t just walk in??” Theres a laugh that’s distinctly Javy’s. “Girl when there’s this many photos of me in this house I say we can. Come on I wanna drink some of Vipers killer whiskey before Chris and Jake drink it all.”

Mav’s mouth is officially dropped open.

He puts his hands up as the rest of the daggers walk out. “How long have you all known Jake is Ron and Tom’s kid?” Chris makes a small noise of annoyance at being left out of the list but lets it pass.

Wolf speaks up first. “Years. Met him after top gun. Chris and I got along quite well cause of the Texas thing. Got stationed out there when Jake was about two. Took care of him some weekends.” Holly nods and sticks his hand in Wolf’s back pocket. “This kid loves Batman more then you’ll ever know.”

Jake flushes red. Bradley pokes his side with a head tilt.

Mav points at Javy. “You two grew up together? You knew how famous his dads are?” Javy shrugs. “They were always just Jakes dads until I went into the navy.”

Bob raises his hand. “I knew Ron had a kid but didn’t know it was Jake?” Phoenix blinks at the two of them. “What the hell Jake.”

Jake shrugs. “In my defense I almost didn’t go navy so like it only means something cause I’m a pilot. Also pops wanted me to get a degree before joining.”

Viper nods from where he’s sitting. “Sports medicine. Good kid.”

Goose finally speaks up from where he’s been watching. “Carole did you know. You seem very calm.” She shrugs. “Didn’t know but I do know how Facebook works. Y’all could know too.”

Jake snorts from where his slipped under Bradley’s arm. “She’s right you know.” Goose points at Viper. “You’re his pops?”

Viper shakes his head. “Jake as a baby didn’t quite understand DADT he called Ron papa and Chris dada right in front of me. Called Tom tata I just didn’t know what it meant. They freaked but they were two of the best pilots. I didn’t care if they loved each other. They can still fly.”

Laura pats his hand and nods. “Our daughter has an incredible wife. They have an organic farm.”

Mav blinks at the beer bottle that appeared in front of him. “Drink Mav. You’re gonna need it.” Bradley passes one over to goose as well.

“How was this kept a secret from us the entire time?” Everyone looks around guilty at least. It’s Tom who answers this. “Wasn’t intentional Mav. Just kept it quiet. A lot of people didn’t know. Still don’t sometimes. Wasn’t always sure I could trust you.”

Mav winces yeah okay that hurts. Goose blinks at the two wingmen. “You two kept a whole secret husband and kid I’m impressed.” Chris laughs. “They kinda sucked at it back in Texas. Got lucky we stayed in a small town who needed firefighters more then homophobia.”

Jake laughs. “Bit of an understatement dad.”

Mav nods. What else can he do besides nod. He sits in the chair closest to him. It puts him directly next to Viper. “You look good old man.” Viper grins at him. “I am good. Too good to be true.”

All of the daggers mouths drop open they can’t believe Jake stole that from his grandpa.

They all latch onto the respective 1986 pilots. Asking so many questions. Mav decides to interview Wolfman about knowing Jake for so long. Shockingly it sounds like Jake was an incredible kid.

Goose looks around a sees Bradley and Jake talking on the couch. Cute. Reminds him of him and Ron. They’ll work though. Jake flies solo. Bradley flies better then goose ever did.

#ron slider kerner #chris seresin #tom iceman kazansky #top gun #jake hangman seresin #slider is jake's dad au #top gun 1986 #ron x chris x tom #tom x ron x chris #so many extra people #i hope this is coherent #dagger squad #*shocked pikachu face* #jake is an incredible person around us parents #viper got that kid so many Christmas presents #mac writes top gun

[hunieday]

Yuki – 16 IDOL ALBUM RabbiTV (part 3)

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access it, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Yuki: There are many people in this world who perform pleasantly. The sound that was being played that day made my heart dance.

Yuki: He wasn't a famous performer, I think he's retired now…

Yuki: But my father was a man who believed that what he believed was best, not what society thought was best.

Yuki: That idea is still alive within me today. I'm grateful to him for teaching me such important things.

[cut to the present]

Momo: What you believe in is more important than what others think of you, huh. That's so cool…

Momo: When I visited the café before, I could tell that he was a person who’s serious about music.

Momo: Ever since you were little, he hasn't changed at all.

Yuki: That's right. If anything, his looks haven’t changed either.

Momo: I think so too! He looks crazy young!

Momo: how do I put it… I thought he seemed like the kind of person who’d nurtured Yuki's musicality, or that he was the one who brought Yuki into this world in the first place…

Momo: Kind of like the God of all Gods? God of God (1)?

Yuki: Hahaha! Come to think of it, you said "Thank you for giving birth to Yuki." to him.

Momo: That was the only thing that came out of my mouth at that time! “I wasn’t the one who gave birth”, he replied with such a serious face too!… so embarrassing…!

Momo: Even so, when I told him that you were raised by him, he said, "He grew up on his own."

Yuki: How typical of him.

Momo: But, I think your father must have been happy that you were devoted to the same things as him.

Momo: He thought what he believed in was good, and you believed in it as well.

Yuki: ...Is that so?

Momo: That's right! Because he's your father!

Yuki: I don't really remember him doing anything particularly parent-like in general, but if Momo says so, then you must be right.

Yuki: As for me, I would've appreciated it if I were taught more about what it takes to live as a human being.

Momo: Ahaha! That's why you should be grateful to Ban-san!

Momo: When I was with him the other day, he said, "There were times when I felt like I was raising a child when I was with Yuki."

Yuki: Raising a child? What were you talking about to bring up such a topic?

Momo: It was from the story about how when Yuki becomes absorbed in composing, he stops eating and his life ability drops significantly, isn't it?

Momo: He had to forcibly put an onigiri in your hand because you were going to die if he left you alone.

Yuki: Tha- well, Ban shouldn’t be the one speaking!

Yuki: He used to lose track of time and skip meals when he was absorbed in guitar practice.

Momo: But he was skipping one meal, not the entire day?

Momo: In Yuki's case, even now, there are days when you don't eat anything at all for the entire day.

Momo: There are times when you come to work feeling dizzy…!

Yuki: …That’s right… On days like these, you wrap me in a blanket and drive me home after work.

Yuki: I will never forget the warm vegetable soup and the toast you prepared for me.

Momo: Uu… But the vegetables weren't cooked through properly, and the way I cut them was messy… I'm not as skilled as Ban-san and Yuki…

Yuki: What are you talking about? It was the best soup in the entire world.

Yuki: Thank you for keeping me alive, Momo. I am grateful to you.

Momo: Me…?

Yuki: Obviously.

Momo: Yuki…

Yuki: In Ban’s own words, you've raised a child with him at this point.

Momo: Wai…Wait a minute?! How come? Ban-san and I…raising…?!

Momo: Wait, let me think about it for a night.

Yuki: Think about what?

Yuki: But you two have a great balance between punishment and reward. I feel like Ban would be strict while Momo would pamper me.

Momo: ... Let me think about it for two nights.

Yuki: You added a day.

Yuki: How many days do you need to come to the conclusion that you need a locket pendant with my picture on it?

Momo: Is it a condition that I have to have it?!

Yuki: That's right. Isn't it too much of a one-way street for me to be the only one who has it?

Momo: Yeah… Even though you know that it's not a one-way street…

Momo: To me, Yuki is... Re:vale is like a god that allowed me to be born again…!

Yuki: …yeah. It was Dad who taught me how to enjoy music but…

Yuki: It was Momo that changed the way I thought about music, and changed me into a new person.

Momo: Yu-Yuki…What's wrong, you're more gentle than usual today…

Momo: I'm so happy right now that I think I would be able to run many laps around the apartment...!?

Yuki: fufun…Because you're always pampering me, I want to spoil Momo too from time to time.

Yuki, thinking: My songs, our songs, are loved by both gods and insects.

Yuki: Let's continue to sing many songs together, both of us.

[End of episode 3]

Momo says “God of gods” in Japanese at first, then repeats it in English

#idolish7 #idolish7 translation #idolish seven #16 idol album #yukito orikasa #re:vale #yuki re:vale #rabbitv #ainana #i7

[snoozingredpanda]

felt the urge to write something but idk

kinda yan goddess of death x gn reader (mentions of suicide, depression, just general sad stuff, but happy ending ig)

you met her on the darkest of days. floating in and out of consciousness, the walls of your bathroom turning black and grey as spots danced across your vision. the floor was wet — with what? you couldn’t tell. it was sticky and metallic and it made your head woozy.

slowly the black spots started to form a larger shape. with each slow blink it grew bigger and bigger, the gleam of something silver and the soft, cold breeze that you knew couldn’t come from the closed window.

“why?” a voice, muffled. you open your mouth but no words come out, no excuses fall from your pink lips. “you are… too young.”

a gurgle comes from your parted lips, and you hear a soft sigh, and suddenly you feel like a weight had been lifted. you felt like a cloud, floating up from your slumped position against the tub. opening your eyes, you could see clearly, see clearly the figure that had pulled you out of your body with a scythe.

she was hidden in a black cloak, her ruby red eyes piercing through the darkness of her hood. the hand that held her weapon was almost transparent, ivory-coloured bones faintly outlined. tilting her head, you see her face — stoic, yet confused.

looking down at your mess of a body, you swallow, before glancing back at her. she repeats, “why?”

knowing this was the fabled grim reaper, and that you were dead with nothing to loose, you instantly come clean about everything that had been hurting. how each tiny stress piled up until you couldn’t take it anymore. how life wasn’t worth living anymore. all the while she’s silent, staring.

finally, once you were done, she murmurs, “too many young people die. i have to rip their souls from their bodies, just like i had to for you…” her gaze travels down to your corpse. “but when it is someone’s time… there’s nothing i can do about it. even if it’s a child… i have to. i have to take them to the afterlife.” you cannot open your mouth. her crackly voice has you in a chokehold, a trance.

she sighs quietly. “you were not supposed to die today. it was written in the stars that today was not your day, but my brother has been lacking on his duties. as the god of luck, he should have given you something to live for. however it seems… you have nothing.”

her eyes glint, reflecting her sharp blade. “i would escort you to the afterlife, but i cannot watch someone so innocent die. you indeed have nothing to live for, but neither do i, except the title of goddess of death i inherited so long ago.” she slowly hooks your whispy soul with her scythe. “you must keep going. i shall give you something to live for… i promise you.” with that, she pushes you back into your body.

every night she visited you. at first she was silent, standing in the shadows. no matter how you tried to communicate, she wouldn’t talk or move. but when you came home from your stay at the hospital, she began to speak. only a few words, every now and then, but she never stayed long. too many souls to guide to the afterlife, you assumed.

months pass, and you start to look forwards to her visits. some nights she doesn’t come, but some nights she stays for hours. she explains that she had minions to carry out the soul collecting, and that her main job was to take the masses of souls to the afterlife, but that could wait.

luck came your way. she never said a thing about her brother but you were sure he was the cause of it. you’d caught a glimpse of a blonde, curly haired man with golden skin a few times, and within hours something brilliant had occurred: a promotion, the gas prices being lowered, or even that a pizza was delivered to your address by accident. grim pretended she didn’t notice, but you saw her soft smiles each time you told her about it.

you got close to her. she allowed you to see her cloakless, her semi-see-through skin so fascinating. her dark hair lifeless yet so, so soft. and of course her beautiful red eyes, which held so much emotion that her body never showed.

a few years passed and despite going through rough patches, you never returned to that state of mind you were in when you met grim. she made sure of this, arriving just on time when the world seemed to be crashing down. she always put you first, even if she knew her father, the god of the sun, would punish her for abandoning her duties. she didn’t care — you were her reason to live, and so she promised to be yours.

the closer you got over the years, the more you discovered about her, emotionally. she was a young goddess, only a few hundred years old. she was the black sheep of the family; the only deity that was seen as truly evil. yet her brother and father never disowned her like the rest of the gods urged, even her own mother, the goddess of health.

grim explained that she had to do what she did, or the balance of the universe would come crashing down. she didn’t decide who died — the universe did, and yet she was blamed for following instructions.

she tells you the times that were hardest, having to walk the silent streets where something horrible took place, having to carry a tiny baby to the afterlife, waking up one morning to find thousands of people dead due to something horrendous. there are times she does not speak about, times that she cannot speak about. wars, genocides, heartless murders. they make her sick to the stomach, yet at least she could promise these people a better time in the afterlife. she just wishes she had someone to hold after seeing such horrid things.

that person became you. every time something bad happens, she came to you, holding you close as she silently weeps for the lost ones. it does take long for her to become attached, too attached to let you go.

and so, the moment she hoped would never come, she tugs your soul from your body once more, before ascending to the place she calls home, forever. to be always known as the goddess of death and her promise.

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[nerdygaymormon]

Which apostle do you believe cares most for LGBTQ rights?

That's a difficult question to answer because I don't really know.

I've heard a few rumors and a few things shared by people who've interacted with various apostles. I'll share the little bit that I've heard, but keep in mind most of this is 2nd or 3rd hand stuff and therefore maybe isn't reliable

President Nelson is noted for being the first president of the church to use the acronym LGBTQ, but unfortunately did so in an address at BYU to say that the 2015 policy of exclusion was done out of love, and that God established marriage between a man & a woman in the Garden of Eden and we should respect that.

Elder Oaks is infamous for his anti-LGBTQ bigotry. As president of BYU in the 1970's, he defended efforts to entrap gay students. In 1984 he wrote a memo that laid out the plan for the church on LGBTQ topics. As an apostle he seems to be obsessed with speaking on queer topics. He worries that queer rights limit the rights of religious people and institutions. I know how he makes me feel, so it was heartbreaking to learn he has at least one gay grandchild who heard his grandfather saying such things.

It's hard to know where Elder Ballard stands. He seems to support the idea we have more to learn, that we need to listen to queer people share about their feelings & experiences rather than listen to non-queer people tell us about queer people. He's also expressed the idea the church hasn't done well in the past and needs to do better to make itself a spiritual home for queer people. However, there's no explanation of what changes he suggest the church make.

I know a gay man who was invited to meet Elder Holland a few times, and was treated very well by him. I've also heard that the November 2015 Policy of Exclusion was voted on and inserted into the Handbook while Elder Holland was on assignment overseas, and that was done purposely because they thought he'd oppose it. The story I've heard is upon returning, he was so upset that Elder Holland threw books off the shelf and declared if he becomes president of the church that his first action would be to reverse that policy. He's also said nice things about gay people in General Conference. But I also understand he's willing to go only so far, he wants queer people to be treated nicely, but doctrinally doesn't see a way for the church to be accepting. Of course, his reputation was tarnished after he gave that musket talk at BYU. I've heard that he wishes he phrased that differently, that he's sickened at how that was interpreted. However, if that's truly how he feels, he could've clarified but has chosen not to.

It seems everyone assumes Elder Uchtdorf is probably the most queer-friendly apostle, but I've heard while he is gregarious and the most liberal of the bunch, queer topics is one area where he doesn't have much of an opinion, that it's an area where he doesn't have a lot of interest.

If I had to guess, it would be that Elder Cook cares the most for LGBTQ rights. He was a bishop and stake president in San Francisco in the 1980's & 1990's, and met with many families of queer people. I've heard he often met queer people who grew up LDS, many of whom had AIDS and were declining, and that he was empathetic in his interactions. Here's a quote from him:

“As a church nobody should be more loving and compassionate. No family who has anybody who has same-gender [attraction] should exclude them from the family circle. They need to be part of the family circle…. [L]et us be at the forefront in terms of expressing love, compassion, and outreach to those and let’s not have families exclude or be disrespectful of those who choose a different lifestyle as a result of their feelings about their own gender…. I feel very strongly about this…. [I]t’s a very important principle.”

I've been told that Elder Christofferson gives the BEST responses to letters he receives from LGBTQ Latter-day Saints. He's done more to move the Church forward than the others as he shared that his family always included his gay brother & his partner, that no one was outside the circle of the family's love (which is in direct contradiction to remarks that Elder Oaks has made). He also says that when someone comes out that in that moment it's critical to express love for them. Elder Christofferson is also the apostle who said that a member of the church can support gay marriage and still qualify for a temple recommend. But I'm also told he doesn't believe LDS Church doctrine can include gay marriage or sealings.

Elder Gong has a gay son, and while many hoped this meant he'd be more sympathetic to wanting queer members to be welcomed & embraced by church, that doesn't seem to be the case. His son has said that if he & his boyfriend meet up with his parents, that Elder Gong asks for no pictures to be taken and worries such photos would be used to indicate he supports queer people

I've actually met Elder Renlund twice and had conversations with him. He doesn't contradict what the church teaches, but he said it's wrong to bully queer people, and people should attend the wedding of their gay family & friends, and celebrate with them the milestones of their life.

I haven't heard anything that might indicate how Elder Eyring, Elder Bednar, Elder Anderson, Elder Rasband, Elder Stevenson or Elder Soares feel about LGBTQ people and our place in church or society or about our rights.

#long post