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ro-is-struggling · 10 months

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In Sickness And In Health || Clark Kent x Reader

Summary: You're terrified that your boyfriend Clark —the local superhero and most perfect man on the planet— will see you sick, so you forbid him to visit you while you have a cold. However, when he shows up at your door saying he misses you, he proves that your insecurities were unwarranted.

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, reader being a little insecure, hurt/comfort kinda, my shitty titles (I tried my best :c )

English is not my first language

Word count: 2200

Notes: I wrote this for me while I was recovering from a cold that had me in bed feeling miserable for days. I was a mess and I felt ugly so I wrote this silly little thing to cheer me up as I continued to descend into the Henry Cavill filmography rabbit hole lol I decided to share it bc why not? Hope you guys like it c:

You hated being sick. You hated feeling weak and tired all day, spending hours in bed surrounded by used tissues. You hated that your throat felt scratchy and that your stuffy nose made you have to choose between eating and breathing. You hated having your daily routine interrupted by a stupid cold, but most of all you hated not feeling like yourself.

You were a mess when you got sick, tangled hair tied up in a messy bun and wearing pajamas all day. You usually didn't move from your bed, which resulted in mountains of used tissues piling up on every surface near you. Multiple cups with leftover tea and a packet of crackers decorated the bedside table, being your main source of food for the day. It was an unpleasant sight so you preferred to spend your sick days alone in the quiet of your home where no one could see your red, irritated nose or the filth you were living in.

You had specifically asked Clark not to come by your house for that very reason. You loved him to death, but you weren't prepared to let him see you in that state. You felt ugly when you were sick, almost unworthy to be in the presence of someone as perfect and magnificent as him. Clark was literally the perfect man, he never got sick or had to deal with colds in the winter or allergies in the spring. It was almost impossible to see him disheveled since he was able to stop a building from collapsing with his bare hands without a single hair on his head moving out of place. You knew he loved you and didn't care what you looked like, but you couldn't help but feel self-conscious about it since he was literally perfect. So, to save yourself trouble and to concentrate your energy on recovering, you asked him not to come see you for a few days.

Clark respected your wishes at first, but after two days without seeing you he couldn't wait. He missed you and didn't understand your insistence on being alone, it wasn't as if he could catch a cold from you. So when he finished his shift at the Daily Planet he headed to your apartment —stopping on the way just to buy some groceries and a bouquet of flowers for you. He didn't text you that he was going to see you, knowing that if he did you would find some excuse or some way to convince him to go home instead. That's why you were surprised to see him there when you peeked through the peephole in the door before opening it.

"Clark, what are you doing here?" You exclaimed with a mixture of surprise and annoyance. He wasn't supposed to be there. "I thought I told you not to come here!"

"I know, but I missed you." He pouted and you had to look away from the peep hole before he managed to convince you to let him in with those hurt puppy dog eyes of his. You missed him too, but you were in no condition to be around anyone, let alone him.

"I brought food, I thought maybe I could cook for you while you rest." Clark insisted when you didn't respond. You couldn't help but smile at his thoughtfulness, he sounded so genuinely interested in helping you and taking care of you that it almost broke your heart to have to say no to him.

"I'm not hungry," you lied. "You should go home, Clark."

"Why won't you let me take care of you?" he sighed in frustration. You leaned your forehead against the wood door, debating whether you should tell him the truth. You suddenly felt stupid for having such a specific and probably irrelevant insecurity, but it wasn't like you could control it.

Despite the fact that you and Clark had been dating for quite a while, you still had a fair amount of 'first times'. You hadn't yet gone on vacation together for example, and he still hadn't met your family —though not by his own choice, he really wanted to. And, among other things, he had never seen you being sick. It was such a silly thing, but you felt ugly and disgusting and all you wanted to do was disappear under the covers and not come out until the cold was cured so no human being would ever have to see you in that state.

"It's not that I don't want to," you muttered more to yourself than for him to hear, though you knew he could do it because of his powers. You fiddled nervously with the seam of your t-shirt, feeling a little silly for having to talk about this out loud. "It's just that I'm not in the mood to have guests."

"I'm not a guest, I'm your boyfriend."

“Claaark!” You pouted, begging the universe not to make you say out loud what your real problem was. You heard him let out a chuckle from the other side of the door and rolled your eyes, frustrated that he found the situation funny.

"What?" His voice was a perfect mix of confusion and amusement.

"It's just that... I'm not presentable, the house is a mess and I feel ugly. I'd rather you didn't see me like this."

There was a long silence. Your fingers began to tug at the threads of the seam of the hem of your t-shirt while your teeth nervously nibbled at the skin of your lips, waiting for a response from your boyfriend. The tension grew with every second, time seemed to drag on as the uncertainty of silence ate you up inside. And then you heard a laugh.

Clark was laughing.

It wasn't a mocking or evil laugh, more an expression of his own surprise at your revelation. But it still bothered you. "I'm sorry, is this funny to you?"

"Yeah, a little." He replied with a chuckle and you let out a sigh of genuine disbelief. "I mean, you know I can see you through the door, right?" your eyes grew wide at the realization that due to his powers he had been watching you all this time. You turned quickly, facing away from the door as you hid your face in your hands.

"Clark, stop it right now!" You ordered him and he let out another chuckle. "I mean it!"

"I'm sorry, it's just that I find it a little ridiculous. I mean, you have to know I couldn't care less about how you look. All I want to do is be with you and take care of you, baby." It melted your heart to hear the sincerity in her voice. It wasn't like you didn't know that, but it was nice to hear him say it, to reassure you that his love for you was genuine and pure.

A part of you was dying to be pampered by him, to lose yourself in the warmth of Clark's strong arms as he held you against his chest, soothing all your aches and pains with his presence alone. It was tempting to think of him pacing around the apartment, making tea and cooking dinner while you rested between the sheets. But the other part of you —-the part that was usually in control of your decisions— hesitated, afraid of shattering some sort of illusion or image Clark had of you. It was silly and it only got sillier every time you thought about it, but you still couldn't bring yourself to open the door for him.

"I know, but still... I'm not ready for you to see me like this. I look hideous."

"You could never look hideous, baby." Clark sighed. His voice sounded closer and clearer, an indicator that he had moved closer to the door.

"You're just saying that because you love me and love has made you stupid and blind."

"Well, yeah, of course I love you. But also, you truly are the most beautiful woman in the world." You smiled to yourself, feeling your insides filling with that comforting warm feeling that you could only describe as the flame of love. Clark always knew just what to say to make all your problems go away. It was one of his best abilities, even if it was under-appreciated when compared to the rest of his powers.

"Flattery will get you nowhere." You lied, knowing full well that his sweet words were slowly softening the hard protective shield you had raised around your heart.

"C'mon, sweetheart! I'm gonna have to see you while you're sick eventually. Or what, once we live together you plan to lock yourself in the bedroom for a week and make me sleep on the couch so I don't see you with a cold? Or maybe I'll have to rent a room in a hotel until you get better? Is that what you want?"

You were silent for a moment as your brain tried to process what he had said, not his ridiculous options for staying apart when you were sick, but the part where he mentioned a future together. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't already imagined what your life together would be like for the next forty years. You wanted to wake up next to Clark every morning, share your free time with him and grow old by his side. He was the love of your life, you were sure of that. But what you didn't know was that he was also thinking about your future together.

"Once we live together?" you repeated in an excited whisper, the smile on your face widening. "You think about that stuff?"

"Of course I do!" he assured you, sounding slightly offended that you thought otherwise. It hadn't been his intention to make it obvious that every night before bed he imagined his life with you, but he wasn't hiding it either. He was shamelessly in love with you so why bother disguising it. "I want everything with you, sweetheart. I love you."

All worries faded from your mind, banished by the echo of Clark's sweet words. Your hands worked quickly over the locks on the door, removing the latch before turning the key to unlock it. He had won, there was no way you could tell him to leave after such a confession of love. All you wanted to do was hug him and lose yourself in the warmth of his body until you melted into one, show him how much you loved him and how important his words were to you. It was more than the expression of a wish or a projection of the future. It was a promise. The promise of love and commitment. He wanted to be with you in sickness and in health, in good times and in hard times. Clark loved you as much as you loved him and that was all you needed to know to feel better.

"You cheated." You joked as you opened the door, stepping aside to let your boyfriend in. He smiled in amusement at your childish pout, letting out a slight chuckle as he set the shopping bag aside to close the door behind him

"I was just being honest." Clark looked at you with such adoration in his eyes —his blue orbs glowing with the spark of love— that you couldn't help but feel self-conscious. Blood rushed to your cheeks, making you feel warm for the first time since you'd caught a cold.

"Stop it!" you whined, hiding your face in his chest as a defense mechanism to cope with how vulnerable you felt.

You'd never been good at receiving compliments and always felt awkward when someone said something nice about you, unsure how to respond other than with a shy smile. And even though Clark seemed to make it his favorite pastime to give you compliments, it hadn't gotten any better. You still felt silly every time he complimented your outfit before going out to dinner or when he told you how beautiful you looked the next morning when you woke up in his arms. But just because you didn't know how to respond to his beautiful words other than with smiles and incoherent sounds of happiness didn't mean you didn't appreciate them. On the contrary, you loved the comforting warmth that flooded your insides every time he smiled at you, looking at you with pure love in his eyes. It made you feel special in a way that no one ever had before. It reassured you that you were on the correct path to happiness.

"I love you." You mumbled against Clark's chest and felt him tighten his grip on you, trapping you in his strong arms. You let the warmth of his body envelop you, slowly dissipating all your troubles. His simple presence was more powerful than any drug or medicine you could take, effectively making you forget all your problems in a matter of seconds. His hug alone was able to lift your spirits, restoring color and joy to your tired expression. That was the effect he had on you.

"I love you too, sweetheart." Clark whispered against your hair, placing a delicate kiss on the top of your head. "Now, will you let me take care of you?"

#clark kent x reader #clark kent x female reader #clark kent fluff #clark kent x reader fluff #clark kent imagine #superman x reader #superman x female reader #superman imagine #henry cavill #henry cavill x reader

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north-noire · 4 months

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What are you going to eat for dinner, dad?

Drew this prompt between Henry and Charlie, with a bonus drabble! Think of it as a writing exercise for the AU itself (plus, I just found the prompt really lovely). I'm also trying to experiment with my art a little more!

Anyway, the full pentadrabble/writing I made for this prompt is under the cut!

--- Henry could hear Charlie talking behind him, her voice sounding curious. "What are you going to eat for dinner, dad?"

"Since winter is coming up again actually, I made your favorite soup." Henry replied warmly. He softly smiled as he stirred the ladle within the pot of soup he was cooking. He chuckled at the thought of her enjoying her favorite stew once again. It was the familiar feeling of fuzziness that came with nostalgia. He could still vaguely remember the times where Charlie came home from school feeling exhausted and drained from dealing with the day, only for her to perk up when she recognized the dinner Henry set on the table.

It felt warm and tender, like the soup he was making for her.

It didn't take long until Henry finally took a light taste of the soup he was making. He made sure it tasted just like how it used to be. He could still taste the familiar warm saltiness of the soup, and that was enough for him. He was sure that Charlie would like it too.

As he turned off the stove, he was already grabbing two plates near him to put them at the dinner table. "Well, dinner's ready."

Charlie chuckled in reply, but there was clearly a hint of sadness in her voice. "I really wish I could eat with you too, dad."

"W-what are you talking about, it's your fav--"

Then the realization hit Henry.

The reminder that she was just a soul confined within the Marionette felt so sudden, when Henry could've sworn that he was talking to Charlie - back to the person he used to know. Henry hated that he could still imagine Charlie herself just from her voice.

Charlie sounded distraught as she spoke to Henry again, almost ashamed with what she had said. "S-sorry, I appreciate that you made this all for me and everything, it's just that--"

"It's alright, Charlie, you shouldn't apologize," Henry assured her, trying to avoid showing any devastation in his tone. It hurt him to get reminded that she wasn't a person anymore, but at most, he appreciated the gentle reminder from her, even if it hurt to fully accept it all deep down.

As much as he'd rather see his own daughter's form rather than the Marionette itself, the last thing he wanted was for Charlie to feel bad for what had happened to her.

At the end of the day, she was still his daughter, and he loved her all the same.

As he put back one of the plates he was holding back in the cupboard, he hastily sat down on the table beside his daughter. He looked at Charlie and put a hand on her shoulder.

Henry tried to smile at her. "How about we go do something after this? Something we can do together."

Charlie's expression softened. "…yes. I'd love that."

#hidden hands au #fnaf #fnaf au #fnaf fanart #five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddy's fanart #henry emily #charlie emily #charlotte emily #fnaf henry emily #fnaf charlie emily #fnaf charlotte emily #fnaf marionette #fnaf puppet #fanart #writing #my art

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f10werfae · 2 years

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How Much Is Too Much?

Pairing:Husband!Henry Cavill x Doctor!Reader

Summary: Fans retell the best parts of the relationship

Warnings: none

- Requests are open!

Likes, Comments And Re-Blogs are appreciated

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Henry Cavill Masterlist 💫

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@/loverbunny: Does anyone remember that one Henry Cavill interview where he just kept bringing up Y/n? It’s so cute how his eye twinkles whenever her name’s mentioned and he’s also so proud of her and her career. Saying quote on quote, “i’m proud to be her man”

@/jessicashaw: I had to take my little sister to an appointment to the local hospital and she was literally treated by Dr. Y/n L/n, apparently she was there to cover a random shift? Idk but she was so nice and helpful😭 After the check up she gave my sister SUPERMAN STICKERS?!

@/Ghostedfortoast: I was at the background shoot for one of Henry Cavill's movies and I heard him talking about how his wife was opening a free walk in clinic for the homeless, and I swear I saw that man's heart get a boner

@/thereallife: I saw Cavill at an award show, and I kid you not mid award show, he saw his wife was arriving outside the venue. This man walked back outside and accompanied her in through the red carpet, and since all the photographers had left. HE WAS KNEELING JUST TO GET HER ANGLES RIGHT WHEN TAKING HER PICS

@/beesnothoney: Nah because in Henry's new interview, actually lemme just quote this man, “My wife is so amazing, she was actually my medic on set, so I was around her all the time. It was brilliant, I loved it” AND THEN HIS CO STAR WAS COMPLAINING ABOUT HOW MUCH NOISE WOULD BE COMING FROM HENRY'S TRAILER KILLS ME.

@/leavemealone: I work in Pull&Bear and I saw Henry and Y/n walk in at around 7pm i’m guessing after her work because she was in scrubs. I think she was trying to buy the new winter jacket we had but the poor girl looked exhausted. Henry had to put it on her and zipped it all the way so it covered her head, AND HE UNZIPPED IT JUST ENOUGH TO KISS HER THEN THEY FOUGHT OVER WHO WOULD PAY UNTIL HE SNEAKILY PASSED ME HIS CARD

@/1990firefly: Henry Cavill came into the build a bear I work and got a dog stuffy and dressed it like a doctor. But here’s the best part. IN AN INTERVIEW Y/N REVEALED HE CALLS HER 'PUP' 😭😭. ➥@/pandalove: I HEARD HE CARRIES THAT BEAR WHEN HE TRAVELS ABROAD WITHOUT HERR🥹

@/jumpinglacks: My mum once worked a shift with Y/n L/n, and said her husband (Hen obvs) came during their break to bring her out for lunch. I hate being single.

@/tiredturtleegg: I saw the Cavill couple out in town yesterday, kid you not he was feeding her the spaghetti and anytime she’d reach for her fork he’d slap it away 🥲

@/denisethemenace: Anyone remember when Y/n L/n first revealed she was pregnant, and the reason she found out was because Cavill realised her tits had grown bigger. This man never fails to surprise me ➥ @/livingfreedead: DONT FORGET HE SAID HE WAS JUST DOING HIS REGULAR TOUCH UP OMG😭‼️

@/greekathenanice: Y/n just said in her 73 questions video that whenever their son can’t sleep, he reads her anatomy books and tries to teach Henry things about the body. This kid is like 4. How.

@/floralflower: Whenever you think about settling for less. Remember that when Y/n was pregnant Henry literally sewed her scrubs that would fit her then drove her to and from work☝️

@/letmeliveplease: Henry Cavill gushing over his wife’s maternity photos during a Buzzfeed interview, is everything. That man started tearing up because he loves her so much, NO MAN COULD EVER COMPARE

@/treatsweet: Henry revealing that Y/n only likes to bathe with him now is so cute, apparently it’s because that’s the only time the baby decides to kick and be active

@/HenryCavill: Y/n refuses to talk to me because I forgot to buy her cookie dough ice cream on the way home. This is my public apology. I’m sorry pup, please let me back into the bedroom, I want a hug. ➥@/DrY/nL/N-Cavill: Yeah okay. Your son (and I) Misses you. Love you♥️

#romance #henry cavill #henry cavill oneshot #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill rpf

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tendergraphite · 8 months

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Camilla & Henry: A Relationship Analysis

I've witnessed many TSH posts about the characters that aren't based on their actions at all, but their perceived beauty.

Take Camilla, instead of being seen as boyish/gender ambiguous (To the extent Richard used her as Charles stand in) And as cold-hearted enough to match Henry's bitterness—She is viewed as a darling graceful soul; A damsel in distress even.

We hardly understand Camilla because Richard didn't—We know so little, that there's much room for imagination. All the characters worp her identity, their notions about girls being innocent (Translated Meaning: incompetent) A mask for the sour milk on her breath.

However bits of the truth have always sneaked by—Peace's Richard didn't see as damning written in without him realizing the meaning behind the actions. That's why I've always been of the belief the characters true intents can be understood, even if that's not the point of the story.

Title: Satan Meets An Angels Corpse

Richard assumed it was difficult for Camilla to be the only female scholar in a group of men: But it was quite the contrary.

Camilla held similar beliefs as the Greeks, having a superiority complex I'd argue was the reason for her disliking of women—She's actively pointed out as having brawled with the only other two women in the book: If many of us really met Camilla, she'd harner an instant disdain for us—You'd have better luck getting Bunny to genuinely like you.

I believe she's been used as a self insert by the fandom—which is why she in particular is so wrongly understood—And why many are so eager for her romantic relationship with Henry to be canon. I've always hated that, as I believe that's really what's been stopping many from seeing what was really going on with Henry.

Oh yes, Henry Winter, whose largely over glorified for the surface level psychopathy and bone chilling murdering of his best friend. What I like to call one of the ''True'' plotlines in The Secret History is Henry's mental decline. Now, I've been building up this theory for awhile. so to fully understand you'll need to read the following posts about Henry 1) Not being in a car accident, and is in fact a victim of abuse 2) Why he chose to kill himself, and why the decision had been inevitable.

If you don't read the above, do not come into my comment section asking for explanations.

With the context set, what was their relationship?

Firstly, the two are a similar flavor of chaotic—The two saw Bunny's shenanigans and both went ''I mean, why don't we just kill him then?'' They are the equivalent of two high school girls besties, who have a secret ring code just so they can gossip about the latest sauce.

The two are very vulnerable people: Henry, who for the first time in his life was away from his abusive home—With no real social skills or awareness for the new world—Who probably only had his Mother prior; And Camilla who lost both her parents, and whose only real reliable company was her brother: They needed someone outside of their immediate circle, so become dependant on one another.

I feel the fandom forgets this, but Camilla held the exact same spiritual beliefs as Henry. Both of them navigated the world differently because of these beliefs, and would've bonded over their mutual understanding. So, do I think the two slept with one another? During the attempted/actual bacchanal sure, but past that? No, as that's not what their relationship was based upon.

Now the elephant in the room room. What was happening with the erm, love triangle? There wasn't one. Camilla distanced herself because Charles was changing in ways she couldn't support and was hurting her. She couldn't help him so helped herself as she should've, and ended up trusting who she saw to be her only good friend.

Henry's reaction to "Isn't that what you do to my sister every night?" Was largely caused by him actively self-sabotaging and not caring at that point. He knew Charles wanted a reaction, so didn't give it to him; He was playing a game he knew would end with him losing and did not care.

Along with the fact Henry was entirely under the impression Camilla was being physically abused. As someone who had been abused himself, of course he stepped in and whisked Camilla of to a hotel where he felt confident no one could simply trespass and attack her. This wasn't some possessive romantic get-away, he was worried.

As for why the two are so comfortable within their interactions with one another: Physical affection is comforting, it isn't just about romance for a lot of people it's about feeling safe. Why wouldn't they do these small gestures? They were comfortable with each other because they were friends.

Henry's support network had consisted of 1) Bunny, who was his best-friend and I'd argue to be brother figure; him being the only one to be able to get him to laugh, and come out of his shell. 2) Julian, who acted as a role model and parental support; he was the one to bring purpose to Henry's life and needed validation for his deep seeded insecurities—And Henry's last line of defence, 3) Camilla.

Henry lasted so long because of her nearing the end, but the flaw in their friendship was that Camilla couldn't empathise with him. She cares about those around her, really she does, but those people are a limited number and like Henry she is capable of feeling no remorse for manipulating the people she cares about.

She found Henry's display of misery embarrassing. Where Julian would have comforted him (In his own fucked-up egocentric way) And resolved Henry's feelings of worthlessness—Camilla couldn't. Even Bunny would've shown some form of affection—But Camilla's and Henry's relationship wasn't built on that, that's not why the two were friends.

A special thanks to bandaiddd for the following question: ''1) the relationship is shown through Richard’s eyes, do you believe/how do you think Henry manipulated his vision of their relationship within Richard’s narrative? 2) what do you think he whispered to her?''

To begin, he would've shaped the narrative to fit Camilla and Henry being romantically involved for a couple of reasons. The book is written after his last interaction with Camilla and her rejection, so it better suits him to believe Henry was the reason to her not accepting his marriage proposal (She just wasn't interested, and felt incredibly awkward.) Another way he shifted the narrative was just the fact Richard loves intrigue. Henry being a jealous lover and not a worried friend was simply more interesting—Along with making more sense to him.

With the second question... You just had to break my heart and make me genuinely answer this.

A tender kiss is often a mournful goodbye in tales—But a forehead kiss specifically represents friendship... And an apology. It's a much more respectful way to show adoration, more supple than a kiss on the lips. Before Henry kissed Camilla, he had already made up his mind—It's why what he had whispered was ''I love you.'' Prior to another kiss, and another ''I love you.'' Before he pulled back.

#the secret history #henry winter #charles macaulay #camilla macaulay #dark academia

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flowerandblood · 10 months

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Green Snake, Red Lion (5)

[Slytherin • Aemond x Gryffindor • female]

[warnings: sex content, smut, safe words, fluff]

[description: Aemond is a Chaser and captain of the Slytherin team. His biggest rival on the pitch from the Gryffindor team, turned to be his biggest fan, and he hates her with all of his heart. His hatred towards her slowly turns into something else, when she one day stands up for his sister, Helaena. This is slow burn love story.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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Aemond kept a straight face as Solren appeared with her luggage and an owl in a cage at the front door of their house, throwing herself around Helaena's neck. He stared at her as his family stood together in the hallway, leaning against the wall with his arms folded, pretending that the sight of her didn't move him at all.

In fact, everything inside him tightened, his stomach filled with heat. He wanted to pounce on her, pick her up, carry her to his room and lock her up there, doing everything he'd dreamed in the last few weeks when he thought about her.

He shuddered when he heard his mother's voice, who invited the girl inside and slowly began to explain to her where her room would be. Solren stepped timidly inside, offering everyone a polite greeting. When his eye met hers, she blushed and looked down.

A menacing grin of satisfaction crossed his face but she didn't see it, as she headed for the stairs with her luggage. Their mother waved her wand and her trunk flew down the stairs along with her other belongings. However, she did not want to give them the cage with her black owl, saying that she would carry it herself.

Aemond had to admit that Henry, which turned out to be her owl's name, was the most sullen and indifferent animal he had ever seen. He stared straight ahead as if he were made of stone, not looking at anything around him. Aemond offered to take the cage from her, thinking it impolite for her to carry it around their house. She smiled at him and they both went upstairs.

Aemond and his family lived in a huge old townhouse that had been passed down from generation to generation. There were a lot of furnishings inside that were a hundred years old or more, so it felt like they were walking around a small Victorian mansion rather than a house.

Their house was dominated by dark shades and greens which his mother loved, so it was both gloomy and elegant at the same time. Aemond thought those two words perfectly described his family.

He walked down the hall and opened one of the small spare bedrooms. He went inside, her bags already there waiting for her. Solren looked around, dumbfounded and intrigued, a huge smile on her face.

She paused in the hallway, looking at the moving paintings and photos of his ancestors. Aemond looked at her expectantly and pursed lips, slightly frustrated that she paid more attention to the decor of his house than to him.

"Come here." He grunted low, impatient, looking at her out of the corner of his eye.

He saw her blush at his words, swallowing softly and blinking rapidly. She hesitated for a moment as if afraid of what was about to happen. Aemond couldn't help seeing her confused expression and just chuckled low, his gaze softer.

"I won't do anything to you."

Solren pursed her lips and approached him timidly. Aemond noticed her big, cute winter-print sweater, her pleated skirt and her bright tights. He swallowed hard at the thought that without her school uniform, emblazoned everywhere with the frustrating crest and colors of her house, she just looked adorable and innocent.

He grabbed her cheek and pulled her to him, cupping her face in his hands, making her gasp, her lips parted in surprise. He took the opportunity and leaned towards her. He squeezed her bottom lip between his, sucking it lightly, releasing it with a loud, wet click that made her mewl softly.

The sound made him shiver as he dug into her lips. He tried to caress her as gently and tenderly as possible, massaging her fleshy, swollen skin. He flinched when he felt her hands wrap around his neck. She stood on tiptoes to deepen the kiss, returning his touch so subtly and devotedly that he was out of breath.

He pulled away from her, pressing his forehead against hers, both of them breathing uneasily, staring into each other's eyes with misty gaze. His thumb rubbed her cheek in a slow, circular motion, trying to enjoy her momentary closeness, her scent filling his lungs.

She finally smiled, so sweet, warm, light, that he kissed her again, more greedily this time, parting her lower lip with his thumb. The tip of his tongue slid into her mouth and brushed her palate. She shivered all over, letting out a muffled, sweet moan.

A soft, quivering "I missed you" escaped her mouth straight into his lips, swollen with desire. A shudder went through him, a helpless, low moan escaped his throat.

Unable to stop himself, one of his hands slid down to her buttock, grabbing it under the fabric of her skirt, pressing her against him and making her stomach feel how hard he was.

They broke apart, staring at each other in disbelief, his hand making her rub against his pants again and again, all red with embarrassment, her lips glistening with sucking and squeaking, parted in silent desire.

"I've been like this for a weeks because of you. Continuously." He purred, feeling his manhood throb through his pants in delight at her closeness, his hips rubbing against her body, searching for any way to find relief and quench his thirst.

He parted her bottom lip with his thumb and slipped his finger into her mouth. He gasped in delight as her fleshy walls pressed against him, her eyes dreamy and hot.

Unable to stop himself, he began to slide his thumb in and out of her mouth. He barely suppressed the throaty groan when he felt her start to suck on him, her tongue teasing his skin.

He stared hypnotized at this perverted, ambiguous scene without blinking, wanting to remember it exactly. He thought with delight that someday he would make use of those sweet lips on another part of his body.

He slipped his thumb out of her mouth. He wanted to kiss her again to soothe her, feeling her whole body tremble with emotion, but he quickly removed his hand from her buttock when they heard someone running up the stairs.

Aegon glanced at them blankly and said that it would be dinner in a moment. Solren nodded and left quickly, all red, not even turning back. Aemond left with her, not wanting his brother to see what was happening in his pants.

They all sat down at the table, plates, tablecloths, cutlery and ornaments fluttering around them in their proper order in a large dining room. Room had high windows on one side, illuminating a long, dark wooden table and old, antique chairs, adorned with beautiful carvings. Solren approached his mother, asking if she needed help in the kitchen. Alicent blinked, not understanding for a moment what she meant.

"There will be no need, Trembly takes care of everything." She spoke softly, and Solren froze suddenly and turned pale as if she had just realized what was happening.

They had their own house elf.

Solren sat down at the table, looking around uncertainly. Trembly paused in the dining-room aisle but did not cross the threshold. A petite elf with huge eyes snapped her fingers, and a variety of food appeared in front of them on silver platters. Aegon immediately served himself a roast, without waiting for anyone.

Aemond sat across from the Gryffindor, but he saw that her enthusiasm had suddenly faded and she wasn't looking at him. He wondered if it had something to do with Trembly and the fact that aristocratic habits such as servants were increasingly moving away these days.

He pursed his lips at the thought that she probably thought them vain, and indeed, she wouldn't be far wrong in assuming so.

The Targaryen family had a rich purebred pedigree, one of the few families in Britain to boast of. His father was no henchman of Lord Voldemort and refused to cooperate with him when he had the greatest strength. Nor did he become a Death Eater, although he was blackmailed and threatened with the death of his, then, still small children.

Whatever one may say about his father he may not have been a good man, but he wasn't a person who took pleasure in suffering or killing others either. He considered himself superior to others as a pure-blood wizard, but he had no intention of hurting the Muggles, simply regarding them as fools that he paid no attention to.

Nevertheless, he used all the privileges that his status and his position in the Ministry of Magic afforded him, completely and shamelessly, just like his grandfather, Otto, his mother's father.

He, unlike Viserys and Alicent, had been working with Voldemort throughout his entire existence until his downfall. Aemond had no idea how the Minister of Magic hadn't fired him after such a massive betrayal. He believed that his grandfather simply had the political influence that the minister needed.

Trembly had been with them for as long as he could remember, helping his mother with household chores and keeping their house clean. She was an excellent cook, his parents never had any objections to her and treated her gently.

They never hit her or insulted her, considering her a creature so intelligent and necessary that they did not want to humiliate her or cause her pain. Sometimes his mother had to reassure and comfort her when one of the guests said that he didn't like something, that she cooked.

Aemond taught Trembly to read.

After an unfortunate accident and the destruction of his eye, Tremlby would come to him every evening, bringing him cocoa.

No one had asked her to, but there was no other way she could show her concern about his condition that didn't go beyond the generally accepted master-servant relationship. He didn't talk to anyone then and plunged into the world of books, the world of imagination, the only one where he had both eyes again.

Keeping the spell on his face would require constant concentration and tire him, so he gave it up and covered his artificial blue eye with an eyepatch. His mother had made it sparkle like a precious stone, but he didn't like looking at it anyway.

Once, Trembly, placing her mug next to his bed as she did every night, looked at his book and asked what story her young master was reading about this time.

Aemond had told her then without thinking that if she wanted to he could teach her to read, so she could see for herself.

He was the loneliest in his life then. He completely closed himself off from his family but he couldn't deal with what was going on in his head. He wanted someone to break his resistance, let him cry and scream, but his parents and siblings couldn't do it, accepting his half-desired isolation, although he tried to tell himself otherwise.

Alicent secretly from her husband - and Viserys secretly from her wife - gave the Trembly a small amount of money once in a while. Trembly loved to embroider and crochet so she went to the haberdashery once in a while to buy new yarns, threads, and whatever she needed.

Aemond felt that Trembly was treated like part of the family in a way. When she fell ill, her mother and Helaena took care of her, allowing her not to do her daily chores. They barely cooked anything together in the kitchen, even bringing a poor-quality chicken soup to Trembly, which she ate out of sheer courtesy.

He knew, however, that Solren didn't know all this. He stared at her tensely, hoping that her inner Gryffindor wasn't now telling her to moralize his parents, or worse, accuse them of promoting slavery.

Solren, however, whatever her thoughts were she kept them to herself. Everyone began to eat, and Viserys obviously wanting to cheer their guest up as host decided to talk to her.

"What do your parents do?" He asked, slicing a piece of meat and putting it in his mouth, looking at her with unfeigned curiosity. Solren swallowed the bite of roast that she had just put in her mouth and cleared her throat softly.

“My dad owns a small bookstore in our town and my mom works for the town council.” She said calmly, taking a sip of juice, stressed that now the attention of the whole table was on her. Viserys nodded approvingly, looking up at her over his plate as he helped himself to more potatoes.

"They're both wizards?" He asked lightly. Alicent and Aemond gave him a shocked look as they tossed uneasily in their seats.

"Husband, this is not appropriate." His wife chided him in a slightly trembling voice, looking at her apologetically. Solren swallowed hard, ashamed.

"Yes." She said, lowering her eyes. Viserys smiled, not caring at all about the fact that he might have led to an awkward situation to say the least.

"They studied at Hogwarts? Which houses did they belong to?" He asked curiously and Aemond sighed softly, taking a sip of water from his glass, impatient.

Solren nodded.

"My dad was in Ravenclaw and mum was in Slytherin." She said softly, playing with her fork and the piece of meat that she was dipping in the sauce. Viserys raised his eyebrows in surprise, nodding.

"So where did Gryffindor suddenly come from?" He asked, amused, looking around the table to see if the others found it funny as well. Solren giggled lightly at his words, relaxing slightly.

"The Sorting Hat took my request into consideration." She said with a smile.

Aemond looked at her intrigued. He had heard that when the Sorting Hat hesitated, she allowed the child she was choosing a home to express his opinion and desire.

In the case of Aemond, she exclaimed "Slytherin!" practically without even touching his head. His father also looked curious, but didn't elaborate as dessert suddenly appeared in front of them and he reached for his favorite cheesecake right away.

The rest of the dinner passed in a pleasant atmosphere. Helaena and Solren went upstairs to talk to each other, wanting to spend some time together. Aemond, after a while, also went to his room.

He read a book for a while, and when he felt drowsy, he changed into sweatpants and the loose T-shirt that he always wore to sleep. He lay down on the bed, sighing heavily. He felt his whole body tense, he couldn't lie to himself any longer.

He wanted her.

He turned his head and looked at his walls, which were full of posters of flying Quidditch players from his favorite Bulgarian team. He thought that he had watched these characters all his childhood, promising himself to be like them.

Now, that he was the captain of the team and a successful player he realized, that he still didn't feel fulfilled. He wondered if he would ever experience that feeling in his life.

He flinched as he heard a soft knock on his door. He walked over to them and opened them. He shivered when he saw Solren, also dressed in pajamas, a T-shirt with a small Gryffidnor logo and red shorts. She looked at him uncertainly, scared.

"I wanted to wish you good night." She whispered softly, apparently afraid that someone would hear her. He swallowed loudly, his gaze involuntarily falling to her breasts and nipples which showed slightly through the material of her shirt.

"Mhm" He hummed low, unable to say anything more.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw her shift uneasily as she realized what he was looking at. She wanted to pull back but he wouldn't let her, grabbing her waist, lifting her up and pulling her into his room, closing the door.

He didn't let her react and smothered her startled squeal with his lips, kissing her hungrily and loudly, panting, feeling that he was at his breaking point.

He massaged with his lips her wet, wonderfully moist, hot skin, feeling her rapid breathing, her legs and arms entwining over his body. He sighed in delight, keeping his hand slid into her hair, not letting her leave his lips for a second.

He set her down on his bed, kneeling between her thighs, breathing heavily, looking at her with a look so dark and hot that she turned her face away. Her cheeks were red, her whole body trembling with emotion. He felt his cock throbbing in his pants, completely hard. He thought devastated that he couldn't hold on any longer.

"Have you ever done that?" He asked low, and she looked at him wide-eyed, inhaling quickly.

He saw her chest heave unevenly. He stroked her thigh with his hand, trying to calm her down. She shook her head slowly, and he pursed his lips. He was silent for a moment.

"Would you like to try?" He asked quietly, and she swallowed hard, a powerful shiver ran through her body. He could see that she hesitated, terrified of what was happening to her.

"I don't know." She sputtered softly, scared, not knowing what to do, how to behave.

Aemond's jaw clenched at her words, desperate. He looked at her helplessly, imploringly. He ran his fingers across her cheek. She buried her face in his hand, shivering all over.

"I want to touch you. Everywhere. I'll do it and you'll tell me if you want me to stop, okay?" He whispered, his heart pounding like a hammer, his thumb stroking her soft, hot skin.

She drew in a breath and nodded, but he frowned.

"I have to hear it, okay? You have to say it." He said, feeling tightness in his chest. He didn't want her to agree to this just to please him, terrified of rejecting her otherwise.

She looked as if her voice was stuck in her throat, her whole body trembling with uncertainty, desire and hot feeling that just fought with each other inside her. She parted her lips, breathing unevenly, staring at him with hazy eyes.

"If something goes wrong, I'll tell you to stop." She whispered softly, swallowing hard.

Aemond hummed low and leaned in, his lips brushing her thigh, pressing against her soft skin. She squealed softly in surprise, leaning back. He pulled away from her, his hands going to the fabric of her shorts and panties. He pulled them slowly from her legs, her eyes huge and terrified, staring at him in disbelief.

“Four colors, just like the colors of the houses at Hogwarts. Green will mean that you enjoy it, yellow that you want me to slow down, blue that you feel discomfort and red that I am hurting you and you want to stop. Repeat.” He said softly, parting her thighs in front of him, showering her bare legs with soft, light kisses.

He heard her mouth open with difficulty, any sounds frozen in her throat at the sight of what he was doing to her, the way he touched her shamelessly. She swallowed hard. He thought fondly that her throat was dry with emotion.

"Green means… means it's feels good − yellow means − ah!" She sucked in a breath, feeling his mouth move down her thigh, sending a shiver down her spine. Her fingers tightened on the sheets around her, her legs trembling with excitement and horror at what was happening to her.

"Easy. Yellow means what?” He hummed low, marveling at how she reacted to his slightest movement, how sensitive and gentle she was.

He wanted to purr every time his lips pressed against her hot, soft, firm skin. He wanted to lead her to spasms, to make her cry with pleasure and overstimulation. To see what he can do with her. His cock throbbed hard in his pants at the thought.

"− t-that I want you to slow down." She sputtered, gasping for air as she saw his face bent down between her thighs. A choked moan escaped her lips as she felt the tip of his tongue brush over her throbbing womanhood, wet with lust.

"− Aemond −" It escaped her lips like a plea, but she didn't finish the sentence, she moaned again, trying her hardest not to be loud, afraid someone would hear them. She couldn't help it feeling how wonderfully he teased her clit, licking and massaging her gently, making the tension in her lower abdomen unbearable.

"Blue?" He murmured, continuing to caress her, his large hands gripping her thighs and spreading them wider in front of him, his nose brushing over her clit as his tongue timidly slid inside her hot, moist core, tasting her.

Solren slipped her hand into his hair, feeling her whole body tremble with desire, a pleasure that she had never known before spreading over her belly, making her head buzz. She was all red with embarrassment, seeing him between her legs, kissing and licking her there. She had to concentrate very hard to get any words out of her mouth.

"− that I − ah − t-that I feel discomfort −" She sobbed as he felt his tongue slithering deeper and deeper, pushing her insides apart, his tip once in a while running through the spot that sent shivers of pleasure through her. He noticed it and she felt him smile.

"Very good. Red?" He grunted, breaking away from her for a moment, then went straight back to his previous caresses, beginning to deliberately lick her and press his tongue to the point where her body spasmed.

"I − oh Gods − that I want you − to − t-to stop − ah!" It escaped her throat like a helpless moan as he sped up suddenly. She didn't even know when her hips began to respond fervently to his caresses, her hand clenched in his hair pressing his face to her, wanting to feel him deeper, stronger.

"What's your color?" He panted, his fingers tightening on her thighs, his tongue sliding in and out inside her with a loud, perverted, wet click. Her whole body trembled, he knew that she was close to fulfillment.

"− green, green, God, so green −" She sobbed helplessly, moving her hips rhythmically towards him, feeling something coming.

When she was on the edge, he pulled away from her abruptly, pausing, and she let out a clumsy, disappointed moan, staring at him with wide eyes. He paused, looking down at her, undoing his sweatpants, a smirk on his face.

"Look at you, what a little mess you are. Who would have thought, hmm?" He asked as he climbed onto the bed, forcing her to lie down on her back, her breathing ragged and rapid, her mouth parted in desire.

He licked his lips at the sight, already on the brink himself. He thought that a few thrusts inside her would be enough for him to just come.

“I want to do this with you so fucking much, little one. Do you want it too?” He asked, breathing quickly, wiping her moisture from his face, looking at her expectantly. She swallowed loudly, a huge shiver ran through her body, her cheeks all red, her lips swollen with desire.

"I…yes." She mumbled softly, obviously devastated that she couldn't say no to him, that she wanted it as much as he did.

He let out a loud exhale of relief, squeezing his eyelid shut, feeling like his cock would just explode if he didn't put him inside her.

He took her thighs in his hands and spread them on either side of his hips, watching her carefully, searching for any sign of discomfort on her face. He didn't want to hurt her but he was desperate.

He saw her look away in embarrassment as he slipped off his boxers, his swollen, throbbing cock completely hard and sore. He placed one of his hands by her head, leaning into her, the other guiding tip of his member to her entrance. He heard her draw in a sharp breath, her hands clenching the fabric of the quilt around her, her body tense in horror.

"Easy, little one." He hummed tenderly, his manhood rubbing against her entrance, all sticky with her juices. "We're going to do it very, very slowly. All right?" He asked, and she nodded fervently, her lips parting sweetly.

He grunted contentedly and leaned over her, placing a tender, hot kiss on her mouth, her fleshy lips deliciously wet and full. He pressed his forehead against hers as he began to push against her, causing both of them to inhale loudly.

"Spread your thighs wider. Yes, that's right, such a good girl." He hummed appreciatively and kissed her again, muffled her loud moan. He slided into her a little, throbbing all over, his tip feeling her wet, tight walls pressing down on him in horror.

"Easy." He whispered, squeezing his eye shut as he tried to push himself deeper into her. Another helpless moan escaped her lips as she felt him stretch her walls, swollen with desire to the limit.

" I − blue, please, blue −" She mumbled in horror, feeling pleasure and immense discomfort mixed with pain at the same time.

Aemond looked at her in surprise and stopped immediately. He leaned over her again, cupping her cheek in his hand. He pressed his face against hers, and she wrapped her arms around him tightly, seeking shelter for comfort, trembling all over.

"It's okay." He whispered, planting sticky, slow, loud kisses on her lips. He grunted in satisfaction as he felt her start to reciprocate, her walls slowly starting to loosen. "It's okay. We have a lot of time."

They kissed like that for a long time, tenderly and passionately. He wanted to tell her that what he felt was not just physicality. He wanted to have her, possess her, to be in her and feel her.

He needed her.

The thought of him being her first men filled him with indescribable pride.

She finally broke away from him and looked at him so tenderly, so warmly, that his heart sank.

"− I think − I think you can slide deeper, if you want to −" She whispered softly, slightly embarrassed as if she were talking about something lewd and unclean, something not to be spoken about aloud.

He grunted in satisfaction at her words, rose a little and tried again. They both moaned loudly in surprise as he managed to slide all the way in right away, filling her completely.

He couldn't help himself, his hips automatically slipping out of her gently and all the way into her again. He repeated these movements slowly and tenderly, looking at her intently, panting loudly with her, feeling the heat of her body, her rough, fleshy walls pressing against him so wonderfully.

"− yes, that's right, little one − ah − you're so fucking tight −" He panted as he stared at her in delight, her parted lips letting out a soft, sweet moan every time he thrust inside her again. Her hair spread in a mess around her head, her eyes full of hot emotion that made his cock throb even more.

He leaned over her and kissed her again, repeating his slow, gentle thrusts, sliding into her easily with the wet sound of her juices, already sticking to both of them. Her hands tightened on his hair, pulling him to her, their noses and mouths touching their faces chaotically, placing small, tender kisses on their skin.

Unable to take the tension any longer he set a slightly faster pace, making a shiver of pleasure run through him, the heat in his belly unbearable. He rose on his shoulders, looking at her, his thrusts getting faster, more aggressive.

She just moaned helplessly under him, looking at him pleadingly, feeling him deliberately rubbing his cock against the place that he had previously caressed with his tongue, driving her crazy.

"− Aemond − I − please −" She mewled, both of them panting loudly, their bodies covered in sweat, the mattress creaking softly beneath them.

Aemond couldn't think straight anymore, focused only on how badly he wanted this, how long he had dreamed of it. About her, about being inside her as now, about this wonderful feeling that filled him, about the pleasure that he felt every time his cock pushed against her walls again.

He shifted his position, grabbing her hips and pulling her closer to him, squeezing her lovely spot at a more intense angle for her. He sped up and she pursed her lips to keep from moaning too loudly, afraid that someone might overhear them. He couldn't help but chuckle lowly at the sight, his thrusts getting faster and more brutal, entering her and tearing her walls apart mercilessly.

“My little girl is about to come, huh? Feels good?” He hummed in delight at the way that she writhed beneath him, no trace of pain or discomfort on her face anymore, only pure euphoria, desire and delight.

"Mhm" She choked out, focusing on how wonderful he filled her, the way his thighs slammed against her butt each time that he entered her again. The way his fingers tightened around her hips as he thrust his cock into her greedily, panting heavily and moaning with pleasure, just like her.

"Color?" He gasped, moaning helplessly, unable to construct any longer sentences either because of the pleasure that clouded his mind. His hands clenched around her buttocks in a quick, brutal rhythm, his thighs slapping against her skin with a sticky, perverted slap.

"− Green, Aemond, please − I-I think − ah! −" She sobbed, leaning back suddenly, a strong, aggressive orgasm rushing through her body in hot, long waves, blacking her eyes. She threw her head back, moaning softly beneath him, her body convulsing, overstimulated as he continued to fuck her with all his strenght.

"− I − oh, sweet God − fuck! −" He panted low, clenching his teeth, stopping himself from expressing the pleasure that he felt aloud.

He slid out of her and he came onto sheets, his hot cum flowing out of him in a stream. He squeezed himself for a while longer with his hand, panting heavily, strands of his long hair stuck to his face.

She stared down at her, delighted to see her, her soft, relaxed body, her restlessly heaving chest, her closed eyes, her lips parting sweetly in a loud, ragged breath. He thought that she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Surprised by his own discovery, he lay down on top of her and just cuddled up to her.

"Sleep in my bed tonight."

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full of childish whimsy in a hostile fashion tonight so here’s every shakespeare clown i can think of and whether or not i think i’d beat them in a fight

(i do not mean fools i mean clowns. they do not need to be the secret genius of the play. if they are stupid in every way shape or form i am including them here)

Puck (A Midsummer Night’s Dream) No chance. Bro’s got that magic and ALSO has a big strong scary fairy king as his bear, like, do not separate them. If I even tried throwing hands at this cunt I’d get torn to shreds and used as glitter dude, I’d be over. 0/10

Nick Bottom (A Midsummer Night’s Dream) I could but I’d feel bad. I also think he’d put up a really solid fight. Like this is out of donkey form, bro was a physical worker. Like I reckon I could win a fight with some of the tradies I’ve seen but I don’t think it’d be easy. Also he’s just really dumb so I would feel a little bad. Donkey form though, I’m running away. Scary as shit. I am afraid of horses though. 6.5/10

Touchstone (As You Like It) Absolutely I could beat the shit out of this man. I hate him so much. Full of hostility towards this fucker. His clothes aren’t even subtle I could find this bitch in the forest no time and hunt him down and rip him to shreds, fuckin court jester doesn’t even have the roughness of the country on his side. 9/10 (-1 point cause he definitely fights dirty but I just hate him so much I’d win)

Jaques (As You Like It) First off he’s absolutely a clown. Second off I’ve played him before so my word is gospel. Third off bro has no fucking chance against me. He’s a podcast bro who thinks I don’t know that Tame Impala is one dude. I’d ask him why we can’t print more money and he would explode instantly and it would be the funniest thing he did with his life. 10/10

Audrey & Corin (As You Like It) I’m lumping these two together cause in the show I did they were one character (and I also played them). I wouldn’t even want to fight these two. And even if I wanted to Audrey would absolutely be able to beat the shit out of me and I would thank her. Our setting was in semi-modern country Australia, that girl would have a shotgun. 2/10

Autolycus (Winter’s Tale) Just like Jaques to me. He might be a little bit harder because he’d change costume and I’d get confused because I have no object permanence but other than that what has he got. Bitterness? Resentment? Bitch so did I when I was 15 grow up experience love. 8/10

Falstaff (Henry IV parts 1 & 2, Merry Wives of Windsor) I don’t actually know about this one but he is very punchable. I feel like he’d let me punch him and I think one punch would be enough for me. I think that would satisfy my urge to punch him. He may be a knight but let’s be honest he’s shit at it so I stand by this. 4/10 (just cause I don’t really give a shit)

The Dromios (Comedy of Errors) I absolutely could beat them in a fight but I would feel So Bad. You see how they’re literally already treated in the play, I wanna give them a break. That being said they’re both kinda dicks but they’re going through it already so I’d wanna give them a breather. I would win though, even if they both were attacking at once. 7/10

Launcelot Gobbo (Merchant of Venice) He’s such a prick but I would be laughing too hard at his name to fight him. Bro’s name is Gobbo. Bro’s name is basically Gobby. Imagine being named Blowjob. I would lose my mind. I would laugh so so hard I would collapse. My heart would fail. Biggest L name out there bro. Launcelot Gobbo oh my god. 3/10

Launce (Two Gentlemen of Verona) Nah man he has an attack dog. I don’t care what breed of dog Crab is in a production I fully believe he would kill for Launce, that’s just their dynamic. I understand them better than anyone else (I have a dog). Also he’s already working for Proteus, is that not punishment enough? 4/10

Speed (Two Gentlemen of Verona) I mean I definitely could fight him. I don’t imagine he’s got much fighting experience. But once again, he has to deal with Valentine which does feel like it would be cruel to inflict more onto him. Like Valentine’s not as bad as Proteus but fuck is he stupid. Also if I accidentally flubbed a punch Speed could absolutely tear me a new asshole with his words and I would sob and cry and literally never recover. 4/10

The Porter (Macbeth) Fuck no. Bro definitely has a knife on him at all times. I can’t explain why I think this I just do. He works night shift, he definitely doesn’t get paid enough for his dog shit job, he would absolutely try to stab me just to spice up his evening without me starting a fight. 1/10

Trinculo (Tempest) Yes. Sorry, you’re Russell Brand? L. I could kick your ass. And he’s like drunk for half the show, and almost fucked a fish. I doubt his judgement is good enough to say the alphabet backwards let alone dodge a punch. He couldn’t even get Caliban to kick my ass (who definitely could by the way) cause Caliban fucking hates him. Bro, failwife to Stephano should pay more. But it doesn’t. 8.5/10

Dogberry (Much Ado About Nothing) Without Verges? Yes. With Verges? No way. Those two are a power couple in the dumbest possible way. He would absolutely try to get me arrested though but I simply would not go to prison. What’s he gonna do? Send me to prison? I’m already not going. 7/10

Mercutio (Romeo and Juliet) No chance. Unless Romeo fucked up so bad like he did in the actual play, I would have no chance against this dude. I wouldn’t even want to even if I could. I’m a Benvolio stan first and foremost and a person second you think I’d wanna fight his bestie? Only exception is if it was an actual fight club and not just a pure fight out of hatred. I feel like Mercutio could give Brad Pitt Fight Club Realness, outfits included. I would still lose though. 2.5/10

Don Adriano De Armado (Love’s Labour’s Lost) I reckon I could wreck this dude’s shit. You know that gif where the fuckin dude is doing all these cool sword moves and then he just gets shot? You know the one. I forgot where it’s from but you know the one. That would be this fight. Armado would bust out his flair, his razzle dazzle, his pizzaz, and I would just deck him I think. That’s the power you need in this world, I think. Power of fist to face. Peace and love. <3 8/10

Costard (Love’s Labour’s Lost) I do not think Costard would realise he was being fought even as he was actively getting hit in the face. I know how to say honorificabilitudinitatibus, he doesn’t even have that against me. Bro couldn’t even confuse me with that, I learnt that, like an adult. Anyway yeah I’d kick his ass. 9/10

Holofernes & Sir Nathaniel (Love’s Labour’s Lost) This is the same man to me. I would destroy them both. Fuckin nerds. Flowery ass language nerds. I support gay rights and gay wrongs but the only reason I couldn’t fight those two gay muppets who heckle is cause they’re too far away (in a theatre booth), these two gay muppets who heckle are right in front of me. I’d kick their tweed cladded asses. 10/10

Jaquenetta (Love’s Labour’s Lost) She is just like Audrey to me. I could never bring myself to hurt her. Also she’s pregnant and I feel like it’s fucked up to hit a pregnant woman just for fun. Also she could absolutely wreck my shit. Please wreck my shit Jaquenetta. 0.5/10

Moth (Love’s Labour’s Lost) This little fucker should be an INSTANT knock out but I just know this fucker bites. He’s a shit talking 8 year old? Oh he plays wolves on the playground, I just know it. He plays wolves and he’s definitely been suspended for it, I just know it in my heart. Sure, I could kick him, but he would grab hold of my foot and try to rip it off. We would shake hands and agree to part ways, having met our match. He, who plays wolves, and me, who played fairies, leave the fight with our heads high and respect in our hearts. I am kidding of course but I do think we would tie. 5/10

Lear’s Fool (King Lear) There’s already so much fighting going on, I don’t even think they’d notice if I just started kicking this dude. Not only could I fight him and win, I think I’d get away with it too. I’d win not only physically but socially too. What’s he gonna do? Tell his boss? Bro he’s preoccupied with his whole kingdom crumbling, grow up. 9/10

Lavatch (All’s Well That Ends Well) This is more meta but my hatred of this play would fuel me here. I would fight literally anyone in this play if given the chance, not a joke. I would get in the ring with literally anyone from this play, but honestly, out of them all I weirdly respect Lavatch the most, maybe because he at least knows that he’s a cunt, unlike literally everyone else who Just Suck. I do think he’s probably scrappy though, so I wouldn’t leave unscathed. I also think if he got the upper hand he would be so so awful about it, so I’d really have to fight. 6/10

Sir Toby Belch & Sir Andrew Aguecheek (Twelfth Night) Andrew is canonically bad at fighting, and honestly I do not believe Toby would be any better. Love both of these guys but if I had to fight them both at once I think I would be able to just move out of the way and they’d bonk each other on the head like a cartoon. They’re just silly guys. 9/10

Maria (Twelfth Night) Every woman clown could beat my ass. Audrey, Jaquenetta, Maria, they are all so special to me and would all also fucking destroy me. Maria especially cause I just know she is full of hate. You don’t hatch a plan like the Malvolio plan unless there’s something deeply worrying about you. She’s a Scorpio to me. <3 I do love her, she’d demolish me. 0/10

Feste (Twelfth Night) Would actually kill me. -5/10

I know I’ve definitely missed some but uhhh don’t expect me to remember every clown even if I’m neurodivergent about these plays please. <3

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Henry Winter Spicy Alphabet

Henry Winter x Reader, The Secret History Warnings: What it says on the tin, Minors DNI.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Henry likes to take care of you but he tries his best not to show that he also needs to be taken care of. Sometimes a night with you can take a lot out of him and his leg. He makes sure you drink water and get properly cleaned up before he lets you try to take care of him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) I think Henry rather likes his abs or arms. It's canon that he works out because of his injury but i wouldn't put it past him to make a full body routine and stick with it. Now he's sculpted and really just warrior-like despite the fact that his leg is still not in the best condition. I think he really likes your waist or your hands. No matter how thick or thin you are he just really likes holding onto your middle and pulling you close or watching how your fingers move on a typewriter or flip a page or how the grip onto him so desperately.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) This man's precum leaks from him like a fucking faucet and when he cums it's like a an open dam. It's thick and he floods your holes with the salty load. His diet is rather plain but with you he eats better so his load isn't battery acid but it's more of a salty tang with a slight sweetness.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He gets off on you spending his money. Yes, he hates when Bunny does it but you're his sweet darling and you just look so cute in all the things you get him to buy you. He lets you buy clothes and decorations for the apartment and little trinkets. You have your own money, of course but Henry always insists. He just loves taking care of you in every way possible.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Henry was very much a virgin until he met you. He didn't have a pressing interest in sex and romance as much as his peers did in high school. He's thought about it but he found that his studies were just more important than such things. You probably guided him through it or learned together. I feel like he was too prideful to ask someone about it or be caught looking for 'reference material' so he relied on you a bit for your first time together.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Definitely mating press. He likes to see you folded in half and squirming under him and your faces will be close enough for him to give you kisses while you cry.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Henry is a more serious guy in general but if you were to crack a joke in the middle of it, he wouldn't be put off. He'd probably give a little chuckle, kiss you to shut you up and keep going.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Carpet definitely matches the drapes. Henry's always been a rather well groomed person but he also doesn't seem like the type to fully shave down there. Probably just keeps it well trimmed and clean. He definitely has a happy trail tho and he doesn't really mess with that.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Henry definitely loves to make it romantic. He's not rose petals and candles everywhere kind of romantic but he definitely sets the mood. Lots of slow and drawn out kisses, kisses all over your body and words of love and adoration in each language he speaks flowing from his lips like water from a spring.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) He doesn't do it often just because he doesn't really see a reason to. He doesn't get aroused by anything that isn't you. If you weren't around, say you spend summer or winter break apart, he'd do it once in a while because it's supposed to be healthy. He really just prefers to be with you rather than think of you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Creampies, overstimulation and edging are big ones for him, also a little bit of dacryphilia. I think he just likes seeing you get off on him and need him so desperately.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) He loves to lay you out across his desk or keep you on his lap in your armchair. The bed is always a good default but sometimes he just likes watching you take him with Greek and Latin texts underneath you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Really, anything you do. He likes watching you get focused or heated in a debate. He finds your intellect and wit infinitely beautiful and riveting. He'll wake up next to you and watch as you whine when the morning light hits your face, how the sheets hug your body and how you turn to grasp at him and cuddle up against him. He cant help but kiss you deep and hold you close.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Anything that would hurt you is immediately off the table. He may be a bit crazy but hurting you is too far.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Absolutely loves it, bot giving and receiving. Loves being between you legs and watching you squirm, loves your taste and how you grip his hair. It's always a delight to see you down on your knees in front of him and looking up at him while you take him down your throat.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Henry prefers going slow and worshipping your body. It's easier on his leg and he gets to take his time showing you how much he loves every little bit of you. He loves to feel the warmth of your body against his and how your curves and angles fit so well against his own. He likes watching you take in his love and pleasure like it keeps you alive.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Henry has definitely warmed up the the idea of it after being with you for a while. You guys don't do it too often because he's a gentleman and you're not usually in a position where it needs to happen but you two have fucked in a bathroom at Francis' aunts while the rest of them were milling around the house or being drunk in a library

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) He's not opposed to taking risks and experimenting in the bedroom, he just prefers that the two of you do as much research as you can and take things slow. Wanna do shibari? Henry's looking up the best type of ropes, ties and knots. He wants to make sure the both of you have the best experience possible when doing something for the first time.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Henry can go for two or three rounds before he tires out or his leg starts to bother him too much to keep going. If his leg bothers him before you both get off, he lets you ride him until you're both finished.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) He doesn't own any for himself but he's probably bought one or two to help you get off. Like, this guy doesn't even like electric lights, I doubt he's a fan of vibrating sex toys but I feel like he'd like he's down to have a glass toy to tease you with.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Often times he gets right to business but there are some times where he feels a bit more playful or cruel where he'll sit you in his lap and rub at you until you're begging for release or he'll give you a passing grope or spank when you two are alone. Sometimes he'll kiss you with an intense passion that sweeps you off your feet and rattles you to you core before he just goes back to doing his work like nothing happened. Maybe with a little bit of a smirk.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Henry's not too loud but the groans you pull from him are just so perfect every time. Like the way he says your name or curses in that breathy voice is just chefs kiss

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) When Henry was recovering from his accident, the doctors and his parents wanted to give him a cane or an arm crutch but he refused them because of his issue with aesthetics and everything having to be perfect so he opted to just build himself stronger.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) We've established that this man has sculpted himself into one worthy of a marble statue. He's definitely more well equipped than those immortalized in stone, though he is more of a grower than a shower. Hard, he's about 7 1/2 inches and a bit thick, uncut

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) It's pretty average. He could have sex every night if he wanted to but it's not a must for him. If he's stressed he'll abstain until the problem is solved and then he'll go wild with you to blow off the steam.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) It's established that Henry has insomnia like Richard does so he'd probably take a bit to fall asleep after if at all. If you fall asleep before him, he'd lay with you for a while and see if he passes out but if he's not passing out after about an hour then he get's up and reads his books or finishes whatever work he might have for the day.

#lavender writes~🖋️#henry winter #henry winter smut #henry winter x reader #the secret history #the secret history fanfiction #the secret history fanfic #dark academia #tsh #tsh fanfic #tsh drabble #henry winter drabble #henry winter headcanon #nsft alphabet #spicy alphabet #spicy fic #minor dni #minors go away

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for the winter event how about a power outage during a blizzard with obey me levi please?

SUMMARY: You and Levi deal with a power outage.

WARNINGS: none!! :D

COMMENTS: he's so cute i wnat to bite him but he'd Die

You’re right in the middle of a DevilKart game, Leviathan at your side, when the television clicks off and his room goes dark. The demon next to you shrieks and clings to you, curling in on himself as his nails dig into your sleeve.

“H...Henry! What happened!?” he yelps, wide eyes scanning the room wildly.

“Levi, calm down. There’s a blizzard outside, remember? The power probably went out.” you murmur, petting his hair in an attempt to soothe him.

You know it works when Levi’s breathing evens out and he snuggles closer to you, the faint bioluminescent markings on his demon form pulsing in the darkness.

“Do you have any flashlights? We could use those. I’m sure Lucifer will figure out a way to get the power back on in no time.” you say, patting Levi one final time before helping him up.

Levi grumbles about how it totally sucks that you two lost your gaming progress and how of course it had to happen when you’re spending time with him because you’re never around and now you’ll think he’s boring and how ugh he even had to show you his demon form in his shock which was so uncool and ugly and you probably hate him now anyway.

“Levi.” you call out to him sternly.

He gnaws at his lower lip and his mumbling stops. You sigh when you see how guilty he looks, being well aware that you hate it when he talks about himself like that.

“I spend time with you because I care about you. This power outage isn’t even a big issue. We can build a pillow fort and read your manga under flashlights together. We can always find new things to do when we’re with each other because we love each other. Okay?”

You watch with a smile as Levi hides his face with his hand, eyebrow furrowing. You don’t need light to know that he’s blushing.

“Now come on. Let’s get those flashlights, okay?” you beam, grabbing his hand and squeezing it.

He squeezes back, and you know it's a step in the right direction.

#auburn's winter event <3 #auburn's fics <3 #om! leviathan #om! levi x reader #obey me nightbringer #obey me!#obey me leviathan #obey me levi x reader #obey me levi fluff #obey me leviathan x reader

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anincompletelist · 4 months

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rwrb christmas recs! ❤️

hi all! :D i wanted to rec some festive fics for the holidays for fic rec friday this week!

I'm sure that I've missed some and that some are still to be posted, which will be included in the january rec if so! but here are a few that I've particularly enjoyed reading this month -- the holidays can be a difficult time for many of us and fic - both reading and writing it - can be such a wonderful distraction!

I hope all of you are doing well and being kind to yourselves and to one another this season. happy reading, and as always be sure to spread the love with a kudos, comment, or reblog if possible. enjoy, and happy christmas! <3

fell apart (in the usual way) by @hypnostheory (E, 12k)

Henry is a mess around the holidays, and he's expecting to have a tremendously horrid time without Shaan. Fortunately, Alex has plans to make his Christmas both merry and bright. (Bodyguard!Alex Part 2)

When I Think About You by @clottedcreamfudge (E, 36k, wip)

Dream sharing is absolutely not a thing, even though Alex would very much like it to be. The magic of soulmates, however, means that someone you’ve never met – someone whose soul is tied to yours, in whatever way that manifests – can appear in your dreams, like an extra character who keeps popping up over and over again. They won’t be having the same dream as you, and you won’t actually meet, but whatever you remember from the dream can start to take shape in your waking hours; you can figure things out, bit by bit, dream by dream.

Gonna Give You Something (So You Know What's On My Mind) by @affectionatelyrs (E, 4k+)

With the help of a white elephant gift, Henry learns that maybe the whole being-in-love-with-his-roommate thing isn’t as one-sided as he thought.

Every Day's a Holiday (When I'm Near To You) by bleedingballroomfloor (E, 30k)

I know this is a long shot, but if anyone’s going to Texas/anywhere south for the holidays and is crazy enough to drive there instead of fly, I’m looking for a road trip buddy. We can split gas money and snacks if you pick good ones. DM me if you’re interested. And Henry knows he's about the make the most idiotic decision he's ever made in his life. [Or, Henry impulsively tags along with Alex on a road trip to Texas with absolutely no plan. Surely this won't backfire.]

The Christmas Guest by @omgcmere (E, 17k)

Alex is looking forward to a relaxing winter break catching up with his sister after her semester abroad, but June's gone and ruined everything by inviting her insufferable international student friend to stay with their family for a real American Christmas experience. Henry is irritatingly gorgeous with a completely obnoxious superiority complex, and Alex is prepared to hate every single second he's forced to spend in his presence. As Alex starts to get into the Christmas spirit, however, he finds that maybe there's more to Henry than meets the eye - and maybe, just maybe, this will actually be the best Christmas ever

❤️ and if you finish all of these or don't see something you like, be sure to check out this wonderful collection!

New Traditions: A Red, White & Royal Blue Advent Calendar Event

featuring so many beautiful and lovely works by @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @adreamareads @lizzie-bennetdarcy @whimsymanaged @raysletters @sparklepocalypse @thinkof-england @littlemisskittentoes and more!

❤️ as well as a few rwrb holiday fic roundup posts I've seen floating around:

cricketnationrise's holiday fics / @cricketnationrise chamel's holiday fics / @cha-melodius railmedaddy's holiday fics / @rmd-writes allmylovesatonce's holiday fics / @three-drink-amy clottedcreamfudge's holiday fics / @clottedcreamfudge

❤️ and, last but most definitely not least, a wonderful and thorough rec from @roseharpermaxwell (thank you for all you do!)

RWRB FirstPrince Holiday Recs

happy reading friends! :D

#fic recs #my fic recs #rwrb holiday fics #rwrb Christmas fics #rwrb #red white and royal blue #firstprince #rwrb fic recs #red white and royal blue fanfic recs

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kittenofdoomage · 7 months

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