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Princess of The House
Pairing:  House of Black x Fem Reader
Summary: The reader has gone through some changes after being sprayed by Malakai Black's black mist, feeling it slowly corrupting her and during her title match against Thunder Rosa, she lets it take over, brutally attacking and winning the title. Having to make the decision to join the House of Black or not, but when she does accept, they gladly welcome her...
Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) (Swearing, Double Penetration, Pet Name a little, oral M&F receiving, fingering, roughness, foursome MMMF, unprotected sex)
Requested by: @alanangels (I know that this was super quick! But I was super excited to write it so, I hope you enjoy! My first time for HOB, I hope I did well for you!)
Word Count: 2.4k
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There was no clear answer to my question, no clear path as to where I was going after a fatal moment struck me hard. It had been quite a few weeks since black mist was sprayed into my face by Malakai Black.
I wasn’t the first, but the effects were different. I couldn’t see out of my right eye, what seemed like a bag under my eye turned into a black mass across the right side of my face, and no matter what I thought, no matter what everyone around me said, I could feel the difference.
Making my wrestling career my main focus helped distract my mind and did pay off, earning myself a title match against Thunder Rosa, who was no easy opponent, till she made a very fatal mistake.
“OH MY GOD!”
The gasp in the arena was shocking, so drained I couldn’t fight it when Thunder Rosa ripped my eye patch off, tossing it. Initially, I crawled into the corner, covering my eye.
Truth be told, I never even looked at it. Even when I had to take off that eyepatch, I always kept my eye closed.
I scurried into the corner, tired and afraid, kicking and screaming when Rosa kept coming after me.
“STOP!” I pleaded, being pushed to tears; the crowd was dying to know what I was hiding, referee trying to separate us and calm us both down, but Rosa wasn’t having it, pulling me by the hair out of frustration.
Everything around me went silent, a dark feeling striking into me like a lightning bolt. All of the fear vanished and my body went numb, only able to hear the terror in my voice when I stood, screaming:
“I SAID STOP!”
Her hand began to fall and my body shot up so quickly that the referee fell over and black mist sprayed all across her face.
Instantly, she dropped to the ground holding her face and screaming in pain, with the few seconds I had, I stared out to the crowd, curious as to why I was seeing such horror-filled faces, glancing up to one of the screens and seeing that my eye was now red.
I was trembling, but I wasn’t scared. In fact, I never felt so powerful, so alive, body flowing with energy and I didn’t let that go to waste.
Screams of anger and rage were flying out of me like I was possessed, eyes like a demons, punch after punch to her face, about gauging her eyes while the referee still had his back turned, muscles so tight, the tape around my wrists went flying off and with the free moments I had, I put it around her neck and started choking her to the point where she was barely conscious.
My awareness was at a new height, tossing that tape into the ring apron and out of sight, slowly crawling to my feet watching her like a lioness. She needed the referee’s assistance to stand only to run into a wicked roundhouse kick to the face, making her fall like a ton of bricks.
Before she could fall, I hooked her over my shoulders, throwing her up then down into my bare knee face first, in a matter of seconds, pinning her clean and finally becoming the new women’s champion.
I did feel some joy in my heart, but it was far from ordinary, something from a fairytale dream. Whatever it was, it still felt good, a smile forming when I saw the title, where it belonged when it was placed into my hands, but then the lights cut out. 
Their presence had a force that was out of this world, that feeling familiar when I slowly turned to see a spotlight shining on the three of them in the corner behind me.
Buddy, Brody, and Malakai were proud; the smirks on their faces said it all, being presented with a choice by Malakai offering out his hand, taking a step closer to meet me in the center.
There wasn’t a need for words, placing my hand in his softly, a tight squeeze helping me to my feet and we shared that same smirk, like we became one while staring into each others different colored eyes.
Buddy took my left side, Brody on Malakai’s side while he wrapped his arm around my hip, staring into the camera and smiling more as I raised my title as high as possible, letting the world know that I was now a member of the House of Black.
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Despite how good I did out there, making this decision did make me nervous a little. Barely speaking any words at first, but each one of them treating me like a princess from the moment they sat on the ropes to let me out of the ring, to when we reached our destination.
“Y/N,” Malakai trotted forward slowly, entering the house, “Tell me. How does it feel?”
“How does what feel?�� I asked hesitantly, not wanting to screw things up already.
“We are all sure you know exactly what he means,” Brody looked down to me, nodding my head and swallowing my breath:
“At first, I was scared, but this energy, strength-; I’m not sure what to call it, but I feel invincible.”
“We’re never wrong when it comes to choosing our members,” Brody informed, smiling to Malakai then back to me, “It was only a matter of time.”
“So, allow us to welcome you,” Buddy smirked, taking my title off my shoulder and holding it delicately.
“I am a part of the house, now?” I needed reassurance, knowing the truth, but I liked hearing it directly; Malakai’s finger tip tilting my head up by the chin, a whisper meeting my lips:
“Welcome to the House of Black.”
 A strong wind flew past me like racing a car with all of the windows down, chilling yet my blood was boiling. I thought I knew what powerful was till I felt his lips against mine, earning pants from me with that kiss along with his lips parting to warn:
“You earned that title and the gift that awaits you. Don’t take any of it for granted.”
My head shook quickly, a slight ache in my knees, heat pooling between my thighs and it all made that new power in me surge, flowing faster than adrenaline and Malakai was quick to notice, exchanging glances with Brody and Buddy, all of them on the same page.
“I don’t know much about the House just yet,” I admitted, unable to hold back any temptations when I felt Buddy take my arm, “But I know one thing.”
It was astonishing how they all could read me like a book, Brody picking me up like I was weightless, momentarily distracted by the all black, Victorian styled room, till I was placed bent over the bed, handful of velvet, ass perking up high at Brody’s massive hand giving a firm spank.
“For a shy, quiet girl, she sure has a lot of fire,” He admired, all of us able to agree with discarding my clothes, feeling the sting of that spank while I laid back, noticing the mirror on the ceiling, but eyes fixing on Buddy.
He was the one who matched the fire I was burning, much impatient like me too, crawling next to me and smiling:
“Better match that fire.”
I was ready for whatever they threw at me, but we all looked to see Malakai shirtless, at the end of the bed and taking my ankles to pull me downward, gazes locked and heated while he kneeled, not even blinking, having to watch how my chest seized, mouth wide open to gasp with his lips closing around my clit.
“Oh man,” Buddy snickered in my ear, nibbling, “You’re really in for it.”
Even when I had a remark to give him, no words could come out, moans turning into sharp whines with that cursed tongue of Malakai’s, as swift as a switchblade, up and down my folds, having a waterfall of slick between my thighs and only adding to it, slipping in two digits, pushing to his second knuckles, but one feel was all he need.
“Malakai,” I cried out desperately, fingers  pumping restlessly while sucking on my swollen clit even harder.
Buddy and Brody made sure they plate their parts, neck and breasts covered in bites; Brody’s hand slipping down to my clit, two fingers feeling like so much while Malakai stood, wiping his chin.
“Master,” He corrected, “When we’re in this room, it’s Master. I’ll let you off just this one time.”
I was listening despite how fast my head was nodding, hips grinding into his fingers, looking and eyes reading my disappointment of me being the only one naked.
Again, mind readers. The sight of temple like bodies completely bare bringing back that fire, losing feeling of my movements much like in my match when I grabbed Brody first, eyes locking on his massive size.
“Buddy, you take the back,” Brody laid back for me, “Don’t want to hurt our princess on the first time. This’ll be the only time I lay down for you.”
“We are-“ I looked back to Buddy while straddling Brody, not opposed, just a little off guard.
“Don’t worry,” Buddy guided my hips back a little, letting his cock run through my slick and spreading the mess to my ass, “You are fucking soaked. You’ll be just fine.
I never thought I’d end up in a situation like this, but open to the new experience, a sharp moan jumping out of me when I felt the tip of his cock there, body tense due to the new stretch, only feeding his tip to let me take in the feeling and adjust.
Meanwhile Brody felt my soaked cunt, letting his tip ease in then shooting right in, earning an even louder moan, having to adjust to two new girths.
Unintentionally, both palms smacked Brody’s broad, built chest, eyes rested on all of the colored in across him, crying out pleasurably, looking up into the mirror to believe it:
“Oh my fucking god.”
“Pray to whatever “god”,” Brody snickered, thrusting up hard, “You’re only gonna get even more tight.”
“Tight?” Buddy laughed, sliding in deeper and growling, “Got me even tighter than a glove.”
“Don’t talk,” I huffed, nails digging into Brody’s chest; my one chance to have some kind of dominance wasn’t going to be wasted, swimming in dirty thoughts, “I want to be fucking ruined.”
“If that’s what you want princess,” Malakai’s voice echoed; Brody nor Buddy having any words, hips almost in sequence.
Nothing could come out when my jaw kept dropping, eyes shut tight and room filled with moans that transitioned into screams, beyond full in both ends, thrusts hard and fast making my body collapse onto Brody, hand taking a piece of his beard and unintentionally yanking, earning me a hand around the throat.
“What’s a matter princess?” Buddy teased, wet thumb circling my clit with his hips smacking into my ass, “Too much for you?”
The two were playing tug of war with my hips, trying to one up their power, and my attention lied else where too.
“You can handle one more,” Malakai cooed, pushing Brody’s hand so he could take me by the throat, holding his cock to my mouth, “Nice and wide.”
I had to push myself, but gladly took him in, mouth sucking the tip of his cock hard, not being able to use my hands and so, deep throating all of him, throat flexing around his shaft hard from moans being trapped inside, pushing me to tears.
None of them had plans to stop till I was ruined just like I said, not far off, choking on Malakai’s cock when Brody and Buddy had me cuming back to back, wet skin slapping and echoing all over the room, all of that slick giving Buddy a better advantage, planking himself and slamming me down into Brody’s ruthless cock that was still pounding up inside to my lower core, having another orgasm come around.
Malakai took a handful of my hair, down to the scalp, tensing up but not that easy, keeping me choking and beginning to fuck my throat softly, but not wasting any time to grow a little rough just like the other two.
“Just a little more,” His hand stroked my cheek, giving me the push to bob my head as quick as possible till he started throbbing.
“I’m sorry,” I cried out with a cough, chin covered with saliva, pulling back to suck his tip hard, hand working his soaked shaft, till the throbbing grew even hard.
Brody’s bites all over my breasts, Buddy delivering few spanks and even pulling back on my hair a little knowing the little room I had, I could only scream, calling out their names like prayers.
“Malakai, I-“ The one brief moment that I looked up, sinister smirk on his face, he came right into my mouth, panting but still enjoying the view when I let my jaw fall, taking all of him and swallow just to revert back to the mess of babbles I was.
“Fuck,” Buddy huffed out, pulling out and pulling me back by the hair, slamming me down on Brody’s cock that had my walls spasming to what felt like no end, cuming all over my back.
“Fuck?” I whined hard, “Fuck me! Brody, I’m-“
My orgasms had no signals at that point, breathless and aching while gushing all over, my body finally getting some relaxation and falling to his chest, eyes rolled back and humming at Brody’s warmth, pulling out and shooting all over the bottom of my ass.
“Surprised you held up that long,” Brody loved to tease, all of them proud of the puddle that they made me.
“Now, now,” Malakai breathed, “Let her have a moment. She’s still adjusting.”
He definitely had a soft spot for me, but I was no saint and sure wasn’t a quitter, eyes closed but smiling and snickering to them:
“I’m going to love being in this room.”
“Just know, we were going easy on you,” Buddy laughed, kind enough to rub my shoulders and ease some tension.
“Who said that I liked it easy?” I shot back, glancing up to read their expressions and I knew they were telling the truth, arousing my curiosity and having me wanting more, Malakai picking my head up to kiss softly:
“Won’t be long till you see what we’re all truly capable of.”
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afewfantasies · 15 days
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🗡️ꜰᴇʏᴅ'ꜱ ʙʟᴀᴅᴇ 🗡️ - I - Nightmares
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ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.8K
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Feyd-Rautha X Reader
ᴘʟᴏᴛ: "Feyd-Rautha he's psychotic", at least thats what people say. Only, people forgot to add that your father's decided you were to marry. It's been over a decade and Feyd's committed to have the marriage and you with him as he ascends as heir and na-Baron of Geidi Prime.
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: abduction, masterbation, voyeurism
🗡️ꜰᴇʏᴅ'ꜱ ʙʟᴀᴅᴇ 🗡️
“Another one?” Your best friend and fellow Bene Gesserit sister asks as you wake in another cold sweat. Nodding you sit up in bed blinking through the darkness. Leia lights the lamp and a yellow glow shines into both of your faces. The first vision was a decade ago, you had been sleeping under the stars. Pale skin and a bald head. A large brute of a ban killed another. Then there was a boy clearly terrified but shaking with anger too. Black eyes, black teeth, pale skin, a temper. Year after year the visions became angrier, more psychopathic. Handing you materials Leia climbs into bed beside you and you begin your account of the vision.
“Will you tell the reverend mother?” She asks.
“Not yet” you confess ordering your thoughts and placing the coded message on the scroll. Leia watches in silence. This vision was in a black room probably on Geidi Prime. You were asleep on a larger black bed with four posts. You were asleep only to wake up to the black eyes looking down at you. He’d never spoken before but he’d said two words in the strangest grittiest words before. “You’re mine” unlike all the other dreams you felt him in the bed, felt the friction of him coming closer, felt his breath on your skin, the heat coming from his body.
“Are you alright?” Leia asks, handing me a glass of water.
“No” you confess as the two words haunt you. There’ve been all kinds of visions. Brutal murders, sick torture, murderous games with concubines, moments of tyrannical rage and now. Now he’d come for you. Stepping out of the bed you find solace in the coolness of the stone on your feet. Leia follows and you search your things for the herbs that dull your senses. It’s a necessity for sleep and reprieve. Since childhood you’d been careful not to share but as you’ve grown it’s only become clearer and clearer the subject of your dreams. He was tall, strong, angry, well off, psychotic and some would say handsome. Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, the na-Baron and your original betrothed.
“What is it?” Leia asks.
“He’s coming for me mother must teach me the way” you say against your training with fear and foreboding.
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Feyd’s earliest memories were of you, he’d been with his father on your home planet looking into your cradle. Your mother was beautiful and your father kind. You were peaceful and little and he’d held you in his arms. He felt protective and during the commitment ceremony he’d meant every word. As a second son your world was promised to him. Even as a child the differences between your two cultures were glaring to him. The freedom to play and be a child, the kindness of the people and you was something to look forward to. But then Rabanne had murdered his father, and his mother had been indifferent and after a few years it enraged him to no end. In a fit of anger he’d killed her. Even with all of his concubines he’d never felt as peaceful as he had with you in his arms as a child. He’d stopped a genocide in your home world looking for you only to find your mother’s kind eyes fearing for her life. He’d done right by sending her to a peaceful planet instead of taking her life. He learned you had been taken by the Bene Gesserit sisters which meant you could be anywhere. No matter where,  he intended to find you.His heart felt like a displaced magnet. Angrier still was the fact that he imagined you living a full life without him. Unbothered, not tortured by the distance as he was, happy and serene. Still he could not disclose his search to anyone in fear for your life. He would have to move carefully to keep his commitment to you.
 Another planet, stepping off the ship he’s given respect by the procession awaiting his arrival. His heart races; he knows your close. Sticking earplugs into his ears he applies the fasteners having his guards to the same. No one would use the voice on him today. He moves quickly spilling no blood. He can feel you. He’s getting warmer. He can feel it. Moving quickly he heads down into the belly of the academy moving quickly through the bunkers. His heart pulls as he passes an entryway stopping when he has a familiar sensation. Heart racing violently against his chest he stops Turing to face the steel door, he stops breathing allowing the violence of his heartbeat to reverberate through him like a war drum. Feyd-Rautha signals for his men to wait outside. Using the code scrambler he gets into the door. Hiding you hold your breath ducking down into the thick of your clothes, the sound of the alarms system’s failure are blaring. Fear racks through you as you try to keep calm remembering the Bene Gesserit mantras. Fear is the mind killer. The noise stops and you relax a little waiting for an announcement. Heavy boots hit the floor forcing you to freeze, the steps come closer stopping in front of the closet. Leis screeches and its muffled, trembling you contemplate your next move. The steps come closer and you see the door open, light filters in. You cover your mouth hoping for safety until a black eye meets yours.  Familiarity and horror paralyze you. Pale skin and a bald head. The face from your nightmares. Feed-Rautha Harkonnen. Pinching yourself you discover he’s finally free’d himself from your dreams and is now material. He steps in separating the close from around you leaving you crouched against the wall with no cover before sitting on your bed and watching you like he has all the time in the world.. His smirk is unsettling and it takes a moment before you stand feeling silly and all too vulnerable crouched in the deep closet.
“Get dressed” he croaks but you’re shaking like a leaf. Snarling he procures robes from the closet placing one over your head. The trembling intensifies. And he steps back feeling rejected. Leaving he has his men pack up your things and then there’s a barrage of people asking you all sorts of questions from what you like to wear and eat and do and it’s all so much. You’re loaded onto a Harkonnen ship and placed in a room alone. Looking through the window you gaze into space. When a few hours have passed you hear the door open and know it’s him before it closes. He takes a seat in his leather robes. You turn to face the man who moves like a snake. He’s more terrifying in person than in your dreams. His eyes watch your every move drinking you in. Parting his lips and showing his black teeth.
“Are you comfortable?” His words come as a surprise. It’s the thing you’ve least expected. It takes a moment before you nod, trying not to be rude as you look around the room.
“Yes, thank you” you respond.
“We are heading to my home world. I understand you have different needs. The Mentats are sourcing food and clothes if there’s anything you need let them know” he explains sanely.
“Ok” you respond, your hands begin to shake again. You sit on them trying to hide the true fear you feel. House Harkonnen is known for many atrocities. 
“I’m sorry” you apologize, terrified and embarrassed.
“Do you know who I am?” He asks.
“A Harkonnen” you confess and his snake-like eyes look displeased.
“Do you know who I am to you?” He asks, forcing you to frown.
“Nothing” you respond only to regret it instantly. Feyd-Rautha takes a breath inflating his chest as he trembles with rage, the paleness of his skin flushing as searing anger bubbles to the forefront. He stands stepping back from you in fear of hurting you.
“My father and yours promised us to each other” his fierce voice cracks as he struggles for control. His terrifying blackened teeth make your eyes shut. He’d done terrible things to people, slight and then slash that's how it went. He was one with his knives and happy to use them. You wait for life to end, your breath to hutch and everything to fade into darkness but it doesn't happen. You hear boots hit the floor three times. Bravery, curiosity? Perhaps it was so quick and painless that this is purgatory? You open your eyes and see Feyd has given you more distance. He’s recalled his anger and he stands stoic, fierce and regal.
“Do you not remember?” He asks because that day had been so monumental to him.
“I had heard heard whispers but …” you trail considering the realities and the odds. Your visions, how you’ve been in hiding. Out of all the things they call him; liar isn’t one of them.You consider the possibilities and it comes to you. Your heart begins to race, you feel stinging in your thumb, like a pinprick. A commitment ceremony was held. The realization is dizzying. “You wish to be married?” You ask and he nods. “To me?” You specify and he nods again. “But I’m nobody from an extinct world. I’m not even a high ranking member of my order” you declare in truth.
“No, you will be na-Baroness Harkonnen” Feyd says, taking a step in your direction. He watches you try to make sense of it. He’d never considered your reaction to being found, he hadn't expected fear or reluctance. He expected your inherent trust in him for you to cling to him for support and comfort as you once did, for you to relish his touch and be most comfortable in his arms.
“na-Baroness” you whisper, looking up at him. Pride fills Feyd at the sound of the words coming from your lips, utter perfection.
“My wife” he rasps and somehow your fear seems unfounded. “I made a vow that I do not intend to break” Feyd says recalling you in his arms as a babe. Your eyes looking up at him without fear in your swaddling helpless, innocent, true and his. A knock at the door causes him to withdraw, he turns standing in front of you. The guard tries looking around to you until Feyd stomps a foot. The man averts his gaze telling Feyd your landing is imminent. Nodding he straightens his gown as he stands tall. Feyd-Rautha holds out a hand. You take it with a deep breath and it seems to amuse him. The heat of him feels familiar. “There will be a crowd, I will send you along in a pod” 
“With who?” You ask standing with him.
“My men” he specifies and it's unsatisfactory. Grabbing your head dress you place it on your head and move forward that way. You hold his hand he secures yours warmly walking at your side. You keep up with him and as the door descends you start to tremble. He stands in front of you as you try to overcome your fear. His eyes are reassuring, his strong hands gripping yours in solidarity. There's no weakness in him. He’s all strength, cunning, volatility, rage and psychopathy. His eyes urge you to get a grip but the roar of the welcome party is unnerving. Your fathers reign ended to a crowd. Soldiers came and there was shouting, there was cheering and you had no time to say goodbye before your mother put you into an escape pod with a scroll. You arrived at an outer planet to find out your father had been beheaded. It’s why you hate crowds to this day.
“Not today” he whispers motioning for someone to come get you. The roaring is violent and you follow them into a pod lighting up at the sight of Leia. The two of you embrace each other warmly. In moments you’ve deemed each other okay. The guards watch the two of you closely. Sitting beside her you take a moment to check the beauty mark on the inside of your thumb. It had been there as long as you could remember. You should be terrified by your current predicament, inadequate training, no  preparation, playing a part of an unsanctioned plot of sisterhood, at the mercy of perhaps the galaxy’s most unbalanced man. But he’d been nothing but reasonable thus far outside of your abduction. 
The cheers from the people are thunderous, they celebrate his return with conviction. Once outside the pods you become acquainted with the sprawling palace halls. Uneasiness fills you and your hand clasps Leia’s for comfort, something your guards eyes settle on. Saying nothing you follow behind him seeing a Mentat among your escort. You’re brought into a grand hall with a stately black stone table. Fresh colourful food is on one side while rare organic meat is on another, the sight of the bloody dishes and iron rich aroma sickens you and Leia.
“I wish to retire, I am exhausted” you declare unable to sit. The silent guard turns to you nodding. He motions for a Mentat to guide you and Leia to your quarters. You're separated from her after a long hug. Your room is far grander than your quarters at the academy. It has a familiar quality of the ones from your home world. The colours are less sterile, the hues less grey. Pulling open the drawers you find lush vibrant fabrics, the sort of robes you remember your mother wearing before the fall of your house. It's a strange thing. Turning you lean against the dresser puzzled by the days events and not nearly as scared as you should be.
Finished and energized by his warm reception Feyd-Rautha heads to the dining hall. He waits against the door when he hears no chatter. Bracing himself for anything he pushes open the doors to find the room empty with the exception of the Mentat and a few guards charged with your care.
“She wished to retire” the Mentat explains.
“Did she eat?” Fey’d asks.
“No” The Mentat responds. Feyd’s mood sours, settling into a rage, if it were anyone else he would have dragged them back out of the room, placed a collar around her neck and forced her to do as he pleased but it wasn't anyone, it was you. 
“Set the table in my quarters” he demands heading into his rooms. Undressing he removes his armour until all he has on are slacks and a tunic. Feyd dismisses his staff sitting at the table and pressing a button. A screen emerges from the wall with a wide panoramic view of your quarters on display. He watches you as he eats, watches you let your hair down from the ornate style of the Bene Gesserit sisterhood. He watches the sway of your hips as you go from room to room. He watches you admire the artwork that's been placed there. Feyd-Rautha watches you with pride and admiration, you weren't trying to run as far as he could see. He watches as you return to the sleeping chambers. He feels himself stiffen as he watches you undress, standing he drops the rare meat drawn to the screen with a crooked grin as you make your way to the cleansing chambers. The bounce of your breast, the softness of your skin, everything has him solid as stone. He watches you step in and the misting of water commence, the beads of water glisten on your skin, he zooms in to get a better view of you unguarded. The surprise in your expression as the automatic system goes through the washing ritual.
His thoughts are heinous and depraved, his need for dominance, ownership, acceptance and submission are more than he can take. Releasing his manhood from his plants he begins stroking it roughly. For the first time he doesn’t call his concubines to satisfy him. They would all fail miserably, no one but you would ever again, but this night he would have to do. He needed you so bad he felt desperate. Stroking himself faster he’s practically salivating as the chamber begins drying you, the way your hair blows, the surprise in your eyes, the suppleness of your skin. It takes everything in him to contain his hunger for you, control his passion, his need. He wanted to be inside you marking you, claiming you with his seed. Watching your expressions change as he takes you further and further into the pleasures of passion. You would be his wife soon enough. His hands would never leave your warm flesh. He would keep his manhood sheathed inside you training you well. Coming hard from his own fantasies Fed’s shallow breaths bring him to a stark realization. He would do anything to have you stop trembling at the sight of him, he’d try to be as patient as possible. He needed your submission, your acceptance of him, and he needed it to be real, to want to share his bed. Looking up at the screen he watches you dress in sheer bed robes. Climbing into the large bed he watches you find comfort in it. 
“You’re mine” he says to the screen as a promise.
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rainydayathogwarts · 8 months
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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝 >> 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
this is a small series I'll be uploading. I'll post each character on its own, but the character i'll be writing this for are: Harry, Ron, Percy, Oliver, Remus, Sirius, James.
warnings: kind of smut, swearing, idk
sirius! is the type who would get extremely excited when you tell him that you're in the mood because it'd be one of the rare moments that he's not the one trying to drag you into his dorm to fuck. So you're cuddling into his side in the common room and the whole friend group is around, but the only thing you can think about his him. Just everything about him; his hands, his back muscles, his thighs, his smile, his arm that was around your waist, holding you against his chest. And it was all just doing too much for you. You feel Sirius's chest move with his laughter and turn your head to look at him.
He catches you eye and grins at you, so you lean even closer to him until your mouth is almost touching his ear. "Baby, I want you so bad right now." And his smile widens, he raises eyebrows, and you start to rethink your decision. You cock your head to side and in an instant, he's grabbing your hand and is on his feet, not even bothering to give the group an excuse as they whistle teasingly at you. As soon as the door to his dorm closes, your back is pressed up against it and soft lips are passionately pressed against yours. Of course, Sirius will do everything to please you because you asked him so nicely.
He'll press kisses onto your entire body, then have you on your back with his head between your thighs, sucking and kissing your clit, making you come at least once before you can have him properly. He'll have you whining and begging, but he won't make you wait; he'll listen to your every word. Then, he'll give his dick to you how you want it, all you need to do is tell him. You want to ride him? Done. You want him to take you from behind? Done. Missionary? Done.
However, don't get used to him treating you like this because when you're not the one who wants to drag him away, it's likely that he'll tease you with no end until you're relentlessly begging him to give it to you. And in that case, he'll probably bend you over something and whisper filthy nothings into your ear.
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slythergirl666 · 2 months
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frickingnerd · 6 months
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pairing: hubert von vestra x gn!reader
summary: you show up bruised at hubert's door and he wants nothing more than to kill the one who hurt you...
tags: implied abuse, mentions/threats of murder, hurt/comfort
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"who did this to you…?"
hubert voice was so much calmer than usual, with a soft undertone to it, as he gently caressed your bruised cheek with his hand. 
"you'll only hurt him if i tell you…" you sobbed quietly, getting a small huff out of hubert. 
"of course i'll kill him. he dared to lay a hand on you. he had it coming…" 
you sobbed louder when you heard hubert talk so casually about murdering someone for you. 
"i don't want you to hurt anyone…" you cried, as hubert softly wiped away your tears. 
"then what do you want? i can't just sit here and do nothing. not when you're hurting…"
you wiped your tears away and looked up at hubert, who looked at you with such a soft look in his eyes, as if you were the most important thing he ever laid eyes on. 
"just stay by my side… if you're with me, he'll leave me alone…!" 
hubert smiled softly and cupped your cheeks, pressing a kiss onto your forehead. 
"i vow to stay with you for as long as you need me to. i won't let anyone hurt you again, ever!"
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misttyver · 1 year
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say "shh" for the secret — Lucerys Velaryon.
pairing: Lucerys X Valeryon¡famele reader.
Summary: Everyone knew that Lucerys and Hyena were at war even before they were promised marriage, things start to change when Lucerys threatens to tell a little secret she discovered from the younger Velaryon.
Warnings: long kisses, teasing and cursing, total haters to lovers, you are Hyena, I don't want to put Y/N in the name, I have no intention of sexualizing Luke!
Notes: hi sweeties! this is my first story on tumblr, i wanted to say that english is not my first language so it can be a little confusing to read. Anyway, I wanted to do this one because I'm completely in love with this boy and also because of the big spoiler I took about him :( but anyway, I hope you like it, it's a very innocent and cute thing for you.
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Lucerys walked impatiently, he had been forced to look for the bride who had not been found by his sisters, even though he was protesting and saying that it was not his obligation to do that, it was enough to hear his stepfather Daemon speak in a "dark" tone for him to go soon what was asked he went without further talking.
He slowly opened the wooden door decorated with some leaves that were stuck there, the large garden was his first sight, also seeing several people who work in the castle. He passed his eyes slowly looking for Hyena in any corner but without success.
But then it was like a light bulb popped over Luke's head, he'll remember a day when one of Valeryon's sisters told her where she liked to stay, so they could have some kind of conversation without so many people around. Hyena never really liked this whole royal thing so she would always go to a corner a little far away, behind the castle to read some of her books or do that crazy thing to get her hands dirty with ink and mark on papers.
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Said and done, she was really there. In the distance, he could see the wavy white hair swaying in the wind. He approached cautiously, ready to scare her, but frowned in confusion when he saw what she was doing, Hyena was holding a small pink pig in both hands and looking well taken care of.
"What- Do you raise pigs now?" You jumped, startled and quickly turned around and saw your (un)loved fiancé.
"Ah-uh.. What are you doing here? I thought you had appointments at the castle"
"And I still do, but they want you there too" You saw Luke leaning against a large rock, arms crossed and eyes gleaming in amusement, he watched the gangly way you tried to hide the pig behind you. "I don't think people will be happy to hear you have a pig now"
"And no one will know, because you'll keep my secret, honey." You smiled slightly placing the little bug in the basket and getting up to approach the boy.
"Oh yeah? And why would I keep it?"
"Because it's my future husband, husbands keep their wives' confidences just like wives keep things about their husbands" You said trying to look relaxed, saw the small smile that appeared on his lips, he was loving it, you knew it very well.
"It wasn't very convincing, unfortunately I'll have to tell you, say goodbye to your little pig while you still have time" He got off the rock support and you laughed nervously.
"And do you think anyone will hear you? I don't know if you noticed, but we're a little far away, you know" It was her turn to mock, running her hands over her dress a few times.
"Maybe, but I think if I maybe yelled desperately at some of the guards, or even Daemon, I could get at least some attention."
"You would not do that"
"Are you doubting?" The question left Luke's lips as a challenge, you didn't answer, before you could even think of something to say he yelled. "HELP, THERE'S SOMETHING HORRIBLE OUT HERE-"
In complete desperation and in order to shut up that damn boy, you advanced on him to cover his mouth with your hand, but at the same time and without you having any reflex to walk away, he turned his face towards you, thus making lips of both touched.
The touch didn't last as long as you tried to pull away as soon as you realized what was happening.
"Luke, I... Uh, please don't say anything and don't yell."
The boy's expression was still soft, unlike his own. He came closer to you with one step. "Of course, Hyena." You sighed upon hearing that. "But only if you let me do it again"
His cheeks flushed, wait, did he really want a kiss from you?!
"What? Calm down.. You want to…" He nodded before his sentence was over, grinned and leaned in so they were even closer.
"We're going to do that at our wedding too, don't worry so much" he ran his index finger down her face slowly, making her heart race even more.
The attention to his movements wasn't enough for Lucerys to realize what was coming. You placed your right hand on his cheek and pulled him even closer, placing your lips together gently. It didn't take long for the confusion between the two of you to pass, the kiss was calm, Lucerys was careful to pass her lips over yours trying to be gentle and you were enjoying it. It was a sensation you'd never experienced, it wasn't your first kiss, but it was the first you gave Luke.
As all good things last a short time, the shortness of breath was present and they parted, his gaze was still bright, but now he looked different, he looked into her eyes while her cheeks were red and her breathing ragged.
"I think we have to go now, I doubt the council will like all this delay" You said already walking away from him, took the basket with your hand completely covering the little pig and leaving for the castle, without even saying anything to him.
The truth is, you'd like to taste that kiss again with every passing second, but you'd never really admit it.
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Matilda
SUMMARY – You talk of the pain like it’s all alright. You don’t have to be sorry for leaving and growing up. 
PAIRING – Natasha Romanoff x Reader [ 0.8k ]
AUTHORS NOTE – She’s a little angsty, a lot fluffy. Inspired by Matilda by Harry Styles. Enjoy! 
Natasha Romanoff is the strongest woman in your life, and she’d say that you’re the strongest in hers. 
When she was just a new recruit at SHIELD under Agent Barton's guidance, a high clearance ops team took down your parents in a high stake shootout. You had known Natasha for not even three days when Maria and Nick came to you, informing you that after fifteen years of always looking over your shoulder in both fear and misplaced shame, your biological parents were dead and the bodies waited for you in the morgue. 
You didn’t move for probably an hour, seeing only black and hearing only static, feeling like you were suffocated in your own body. When you tried to get up, your knees buckled beneath your weight and the aching wails started. You pulled your knees up to your chest, letting your head fall into your hands to muffle the cries. That’s how Natasha found you, completely broken down on the floor of your office, curled into yourself, shaking like a leaf in a storm. You had expected her to leave you like that. She didn’t owe it to anyone to console you. But, she didn’t and she did. She sunk to the floor beside you, and she didn’t let you be alone with your grief until she was sure it wouldn’t eat you alive. 
That day started a beautiful relationship that became your safe place to land. 
Natasha Romanoff wore many titles and even more masks. She was never the same person in a different room, always playing to who she needed to be for the circumstance; to better the team. At the end of the day, when it was you and her in bed, no longer playing spies and working as a team to save lives, Natasha lets you see her. She lets you see how she is the sweetest, most sensitive, most genuinely kind-hearted soul. She’s easily the best person you know, and an even better best friend and partner. You wish you would’ve noticed her pulling away sooner. 
The apartment was quiet when you came in from your mission debrief with Hill. The lights were low, Natasha’s perfume lingering in the doorway. She left on a mission in Budapest with Barton three days ago, the specific details under lock and key. When you were away from her, it was harder to sleep easily at night, anticipating the worst. Natasha is the best in the business, but it’s your job to worry about her coming home in one piece. It brings you back to all those years ago when you were still living beneath your parents' regime. The Hydra scientists that experimented on their own daughter, the scientists that locked you up in a cage like an animal and promised you would never be away from them for long. Missing her, worrying about her, loving her, felt a lot like looking over your shoulder for the next shoe to drop. Natasha was the one person you couldn’t think about losing to this lifestyle. 
She came home ten days later a shell of the woman she was. It would be months before she told you what happened. Until one night in bed, sweaty limbs and damp sheets tangled together, you had been living with a shadow of the woman you love wishing she’d come back to you. 
“You should hate me.” She whispered shamefully into your hair. Even sweaty and exhausted, she still smelled like home. Her arms still felt like home after months of pushing you away. 
You frowned, looking up into her deep green eyes that were almost black from guilt. It broke your heart to see your strong girl so fragile. Natasha was sensitive, she took things personally, it was your favorite thing about her, but you’d never seen her like this. “Why would I hate you?” 
“I’ve done horrible things.” She whimpered, harshly wiping hot tears from her cheeks as they escaped her eyes. You frowned, batting her hands away from her eyes and wiping the pads of your thumbs against her soft cheeks. A sob broke the flood gates, “I left my sister there. I didn’t even look back. A-And I tried to make it right with Clint in Budapest. T-Tried to really set things right. I j-just added more red. Tried to wipe it out and just added more.” 
You frowned, twisting a strand of red hair away from her face. She never talked about her past like this, in a way that made you think she was still living in those memories. Your hands caressed her cheeks, sticky from sweat and tears, you didn’t mind. Searching her eyes, your lips hovered above hers, tendrils of hot breath tickling her cupid's bow. “You don’t have to be sorry for leaving and growing up.” 
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vikkirosko · 7 months
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Masterlist Single character
📞 Billy Lenz ☎️
Billy Lenz x fem!Reader headcanons Poor eyesight
🔥Brahms Heelshire 📋
Night visit
Brahms Heelshire x male!Reader headcanons
Brahms Heelshire x Reader headcanons Childhood friend
🧢 Bo Sinclair 🧰
Tattoo
Beauregard
🕯Vincent Sinclair 🎨
Wax sculpture
🐕 Lester Sinclair 🛻
Lester Sinclair x fem!Reader headcanons Lonely traveler
🔪 Michael Myers 🎃
Unsanitary conditions
Michael Myers x fem!Reader headcanons Orphan
🔪 Corey Cunningham 🤡
👻 Billy Loomis 📞
Secret call
Billy Loomis x fem!Reader headcanons Orphan
👻 Stu Macher 🔫
Stu Macher x fem!Reader headcanons Orphan
Fight with parents
🪓 Jason Voorhees 🏕
Jason Voorhees x Reader headcanons Childhood friend
Jason Voorhees x Reader headcanons Height difference
Jason Voorhees x fem!Reader headcanons Orphan
🥩 Bubba Sawyer 👔
Bubba Sawyer x fem!Reader headcanons Love at first sight
🥩 Thomas Hewitt 🔨
Thomas Hewitt x fem!Reader headcanons Pregnant wife
🔑 Norman Bates 🔪
Norman Bates x fem!Reader headcanons Orphan
🕯Charles Lee Ray | Chucky 🔪
Chucky x fem!Reader headcanons Orphan
🚬 Tiffany Valentine 💘
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icarusignite · 1 year
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An Eye for an Eye (part 17)
A/N: whomp whomp not really proofread so apologies for any typos. Comments and reblogs are appreciated, I love hearing y'alls thoughts <3
Word Count: 2605
All chapters: MASTERLIST
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The flight to King's Landing was a short one, Daenys urging her dragon to go as fast as possible. Throughout the whole journey, she argued with herself about whether or not this was a foolish idea and she considered turning back multiple times. No one knew where she was going or that she had even left Dragonstone and if she was caught, she would be taken hostage for sure. She could still remember the feeling of Aemond's hand around her wrists when he had tried to take her from Strom's End. She could not run into him at any cost. She was just here for some sort of closure. To witness the fruit of Daemon's revenge. She landed Silverwing on the outskirts of the city; she couldn't risk bringing her any closer to the castle lest anyone saw her. Once she had dismounted, she spoke to her dragon in High Valyrian, sending her off until she would need to call her again. Dragons were easily recognizable creatures and a waiting dragon even more so. She made the trek to the Red Keep on foot, keeping her pace brisk. There was an urgency in her footsteps that surprised her, it wasn't as though she had an appointment to keep but something in her heart made her speed up anyways. As she walked her cloak's hood fell back and she pulled it forward to shadow her face once again. Targaryen hair was another easily recognizable thing, and hers might as well act as a beacon in the bright moonlight.
When she finally arrived at the castle, she took a moment to catch her breath. Now that she was here, she didn't know what to do. She didn't know where to go or even what to look for. She didn't know what form Daemon's revenge would take, it could as easily be a poisoned cup of wine for everyone knew Aegon's love for the drink, or it could be a silent cutthroat from Flea Bottom, someone who could slip into anyone's chambers and slit their throat. Daenys let out a frustrated breath. So it really was a foolish idea to come all the way here. She should have just kept her curiosity in check and waited for the news back at Dragonstone. Now she had made the journey for nothing and she was tired, her legs aching from the long walk. The thought of going all the way back seemed irritating and she was sure her dragon probably needed the break as well.
Then an idea emerged in her head. Since she was here she might as well pay a visit to Helaena. Dear Helaena whom she hadn't even said goodbye to. And the children, oh how Daenys missed those children. They were perhaps the only few things she missed about the Red Keep. She regretted leaving them behind and she knew that the longer this war dragged on, the further apart she would drift from them. She wondered if Helaena's youngest, Maelor, even remembered her. He was only two, and children that age rarely had any sense of object permanence. The thought made her heart twinge, for it saddened her to think that she would be just another faceless person to him. Perhaps Helaena and the children would even grow to hate her, if they didn't already. Helaena had to be hurt by her abrupt departure and lack of farewell. Daenys tried to think back on what she remembered of the princess's schedule. She would be taking her children up to the royal apartments at around this time in the evening, to put them to bed. She'd spend a few hours with them before returning to her own chambers. Yes, she'd go visit them and try to make things right, or as right as she could. She'd apologize to Helaena for leaving without seeing her and she'd forgive her. She'd tell her that she desperately hoped that this conflict over the Iron Throne wouldn't drive a wedge between them. Perhaps it was a foolish and naive thought but it brought her comfort nonetheless. She did not want to lose a friendship that meant so much to her.
That was how Daenys found herself standing under the window into the room that she knew Helaena currently occupied. She craned her head to try and get a glimpse inside but it was too high. One way to get inside would be to go through the main entrance and make her way into the chambers using the multitude of secret passageways that snaked through the Red Keep. However, that would be a time-consuming task and it put her at a greater risk of being seen. The other way was to enter through the window. The walls were generously covered in trellis and the obvious answer would be to simply climb it, but Daenys had learned, through one fateful accident from when she was a child, that the vines were not sturdy enough after the first few metres. If they were not sturdy enough to bear her weight at age seven, they definitely wouldn't now. Many would consider the task hopeless then, but if you spent enough time exploring the Red Keep as Daenys had, you'd know that there were divots and imperfections in the stone wall that acted as perfectly suitable footholds if you knew where to find them. Ignoring her protesting leg muscles, Daenys dug her hands into the stone crevices and began to haul herself upward. When she was only a short distance below the window ledge, she stopped. The window was open and she could hear voices coming from inside. Did Helaena have guests perhaps? The voice was obviously a male voice so it couldn't have been Alicent, but it sounded nothing like Otto or any of her brothers.
"Scream, and you all die."
Daenys's heart raced as she swore internally. Something was clearly wrong. Someone was in danger and she foolishly hoped, that somehow, on this night Helaena had decided to deviate from her routine and she was anywhere else in the castle except for in that room. Daenys hastily pulled herself the rest of the way up before gingerly peaking her head above the threshold to look into the room. It was dark, like all the candles had been snuffed out. Two men stood with their backs toward her and Daenys almost let out a gasp. The bulkier of the two men had his hand firmly placed on Jaehaerys's shoulder and a sword to his throat. The other held a squirming Maelor hoisted up on his hip, a dagger to the screeching boy's neck. Helaena stood opposite them, with her face toward the window, Jaehaera hiding behind her dress.
"Who are you?" there was a tremble in Helaena's voice that she tried to conceal.
"Debt collectors. An eye for an eye and a son for a son. We're here for one of your sons Your Grace," the slighter man snarled.
Daenys's blood ran cold. No. No no no. This couldn't be it. This could not possibly be the revenge that Daemon promised her mother. It could not be...and yet it was. Who else would use those words? An eye for an eye and a son for a son, the very same words that were inscribed in Daemon's message. Daenys's mind sped in a hundred different directions trying to make sense of the scene and she saw Helaena come to the same conclusion at the same time as her.
"You're here to kill my sons." Helaena's voice broke.
"We only want one. 'Tis a fair trade. Won't hurt the rest of you fine folks, not one lil' hair. Which one do you want to lose, Your Grace?" the man who spoke earlier responded.
This is what broke Helaena. She fell to her knees, trying to push her terrified daughter behind her to shield her from the horror. The air was thick with tension. Daenys watched the scene unfold, her heart in her throat. She considered leaving, for a single treacherous moment. She could climb back down, pretend that she saw nothing and fly back to Dragonstone to await the news of Aegon's dead son. It was sickening and horrific, a twisted form of justice for her brother, who wasn't even given a chance to beg for his life. This would be revenge. She could just imagine the reactions, Queen Alicent, Aemond, and Aegon; everyone would feel the loss as deeply as her own family felt Luke's. Everyone would grieve and rage and hurt as much as she did and she imagined that she would like to get drunk on their devastation. But then another, quieter thought joined the rest of her vicious ones. Helaena would hurt too. Darling sweet Helaena who brushed her hair and wove flowers in her braids when the death of her brother left her too grief-addled.  Lovely, kind Helaena who brought her lively children and deposited them into her lap so they could giggle and climb all over her to help cheer up their Aunt Denny. Tenderhearted Helaena who sang lullabies to her when Luke's ghost plagued her dreams. Who most of all was not the one who killed her brother and did not deserve such pain when she had never caused anyone any pain in her entire life. The children too were innocent. Jaehaerys and Jaehaera only six and Maelor even younger. They did not deserve to lose their lives, as her brother had, to such senseless violence in a dispute started by grown men. Daenys was snapped out of her reverie by Helaena's hysterical wailing.
"No. No, please. Take me instead. Please don't hurt my children," Helaena begged through a cascade of tears.
"Who said anything about children? We're only here for one son. 'Tis a generous offer Queenie so you better hurry up and choose."
Daenys looked between the two men. She had to act fast but both men had their weapons pressed against the boys' throats and one wrong move could cause severe damage. Daenys needed to find a way to take them both out at the same time because if she engaged with only one, that would leave the other free to hurt Helaena and the children. The only thing she really had was the element of surprise. Daenys cursed herself again for not bringing more weapons, for not carrying more useful things with her. She slid her legs over the edge of the window and settled them on the carpeted floor, but as she did so, Helaena's eyes fell on her. It was a momentary glance but it was enough to fill her eyes with additional anguish and betrayal.
Betrayal?
Did Helaena think she was here with the two men, that she was part of this scheme to murder her children? Daenys felt sick.
"Please. Please I am begging you, take me instead. I'll-I'll do anything...anything...please."
"A wife's not a son Your Grace. It has to be one of your boys."
"Please, please, please. How much are you being paid to do this? Please, I'll give you anything. Please don't take my sons."
"You better hurry up and decide," the smaller man gestured toward his friend, "My friend here might grow bored and have his fun with your little girl while we wait."
Helaena made a strangled choking sound and it was the man's final comment that made Daenys snap. She crept up behind the shorter man first, standing directly behind him as he made more threats. He was the greater danger because he held Maelor and the younger boy would not be able to escape on his own. Daenys figured that afterward, she would only need to hurt his larger friend enough for Jaehaerys to slip away from his grasp. She held her breath and moved quietly enough that his companion did not notice her. No one else in the room noticed her. It certainly helped that Helaena purposely avoided looking at her, but Daenys couldn't decide if it was to avoid drawing attention to her or if it was because she just couldn't bear to look at her. She had a sinking feeling that it was the latter. She watched Helaena struggle to name a child in between blubbering sobs and waited for the man to grow tired of waiting. For the dagger in his hand to move even the slightest bit away from where it was pressed against the little prince's throat.
Then the moment struck. The man yawned and Daenys's dagger whispered across his throat in one clean stroke. He made a strangled sound and blood burst forth. He reactively pushed the dagger forward but it met resistance. Not having the strength to push further, he dropped the young prince and the dagger. Helaena was there to catch her younger son and pull him to safety. The next few moments happened in the blink of an eye. The second man turned toward his friend in surprise and Daenys used his momentary distraction to pierce one of her daggers into the hand that held his sword. She pulled out another dagger and stabbed it into the meat of his other arm. He howled, dropping the sword, and Jaehaerys twisted away from his hold.
then Daenys heard Helaena scream in the background and she wondered with wild panic if she was alright. Was one of the children hurt? She had killed the first man, she knew that for sure. One of the things you learned growing up with Daemon was how to slit a man's throat with deadly precision. It was her concern for them that made Daenys blindly lash out. She had to kill this second man before he turned his attention back to what he had come for. With no regard for her own safety, she reached out to pull her dagger free from his shoulder and buried it between his ribs, twisting until he made a wet choking sound and blood spilt from his lips.
The man was not dead though. He turned toward Daenys with fury in his eyes and she took three steps backward, trying to lead the fight as far away from Helaena and the children as possible. He reached out to grab her throat but she ducked. Instead, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and hauled her head up. Daenys slashed out with her dagger and it caught him in the ribs. He dropped her and she crawled away. He gave chase. He was large and lumbering and Daenys's smaller frame allowed her the advantage of speed, but he was much stronger. He had picked up his sword at some point. Daenys blanched. To do any real damage with her dagger, she'd have to get closer to him, and now with the sword between them, that was near impossible. He swung his sword in a wide arc and Daenys felt a stinging pain in her side. Her single eye made it harder to guage direction and coordinate her movements to strike too precisely and she did not have time to stop and take a drink from her flask. He swung again repeatedly and got her a few more times before she rolled out of the way.
Daenys took a deep breath, and threw her dagger, praying that it would hit its mark, that it would hit him somewhere, anywhere. She breathed a sigh of relief when it embedded itself in his shoulder. Not his heart, but at least it hit him. However, this only aggravated him further as he stomped toward her with renewed vigour. She stumbled back and her back hit the window sill. He closed his fist around her throat, pushing until he had her dangled out the open window, her legs kicking helplessly in the wind. She hazarded a look down and her vision swam. It would be a long fall. Suddenly she felt the left half of her face cramp painfully and she groaned. What terrible timing for her eye to act up. The pressure on her windpipe combined with the scalding sensation in her face made her lose focus.
Daenys could feel the life leaving his body and then the hand around her throat went limp.
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leogichidaa · 6 months
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@artemisia-black's idea of resurrecting Regulus to get his thoughts on Hermione in his house on this post inspired me:
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omnipotentfool · 1 year
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One shots and Headcannons Open!
I'm now in a much better mental state and with that I’m re-opening One-shots and Head-cannons! These include platonic and romantic for:
- Villianous
- Batman (With the exception of joker)
- Resident Evil 8
- The Labrinth
- House Md
What Im open to do:
- Lime
- XReader/OC
- Most cannon x cannon
What I will not do:
- Underage
-  Non con
- Romantic 5.0.5
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sarcasticdolphin · 1 year
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House of the Dragon Idea for a fanfic series.
Five times Aemond Targaryen died and one time he didn’t.
1. Driftmark - Claiming Vhagar doesn’t go so well.
2. Storm’s End - Already written, “Butterfly’s Wing” on ao3
3. King’s Landing: Blood and Cheese - Killed in his sleep, would probably be told from Alicent’s POV.
4. Rook’s Rest - Rhaenys wipes the floor with Aegon and Aemond, killing Aemond and Sunfyre, mortally wounding Aegon, and having Vhagar, newly riderless, wander off while Rhaenys deals with the Green Army.
5. King’s Landing: Fire and Blood - Daemon (probably) puppets Aemond with blood magic he picked up from Visenya’s journal or something and makes him kill all the Greens before killing himself.
+1. Dragonstone - Aemond figures out that he is number 1 on the Blacks’ hit list given he rides Vhagar and takes the news to Dragonstone himself upon Viserys’ death, pledging his loyalty to the new queen.
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hi-imkaiya · 2 years
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Regulus’ home | A Regulus Alternate Canon Imagine
Summary: Regulus finds a home in Sirius.
A small flash of light sprinted across the sky, a sign of Zeus’ arrival, an omen of weather to come, a gift of rain. A blessing. If Regulus was being honest he both loathed and loved muggy weather. It was to similar to him to be liked, but just similar enough to be called “home” of sorts.
The gray sky was suffocating, and the rain freeing and cleansing.
The gloomy boy currently sat on a train, a small suitcase and a bag accompanying him. It’d been quite some time since he’d been anywhere other than the House of Black, or Hogwarts, he felt thrilled. And terrified. Terrified of the destination that awaited him.
He only hoped that Sirius’ offer still stood, that after everything Sirius would accept him- him and his mistakes. That maybe even he would hug him, and whisper naive lies to him, that everything would be okay.
Outside the window the scenery was darkening by the minute, the air filled with electricity. The sky crying, more honest and self-aware then Regulus could ever be.
Soon the train started to slow and before long home was near.
While Sirius’ home may be the Potter’s and their lovely home, Regulus found his home to be where his dear brother was.
Just one more stop, and Regulus would reunite with his long awaited home.
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A/N: Idk what this is, I’m only posting it cause Tumblr has deleted all my other works soo...
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missania · 1 year
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Modern Day AU: Haunted Mansion
Anna decides to drag a reluctant Elsa to an allegedly haunted mansion. Surely there is no better way to spend Halloween than to try out her newly acquired ghost-hunting devices, right? Needless to say things don't go exactly as expected...
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" This is such a bad idea, Anna," Elsa said for the hundredth time since the beginning of the evening.
She hung behind, taking cautious steps on frozen leaves. Anna could imagine her eyes darting around the darkness, looking out for any possible danger hidden behind the dense foliage surrounding them. 
She herself was skipping ahead, trying not to think about how the shadows seemed to stretch after them wherever they went.
" Oh, come on, relax! If the ghosts - and yes, I say ghosts because there might be several in there - even show a hint of bad intentions, we're out of there, I swear!" She looked back at Elsa and tried giving a reassuring smile. She ended up grimacing instead. 
Of course, Elsa's apprehension was understandable. Heck, she already halfway regretted her decision to go to this place at midnight. Especially on Halloween, when the veil between the living and dead was said to be the thinnest. But they've already come so far. If they were to turn around and leave now, Elsa wouldn't let her hear the end of it.
Besides, it's been so long since they'd gone out and done something together. Elsa was too busy with her work, and Anna had her own problems to sort through. It's been more than a year since they'd last seen each other. Now that Elsa had finally taken some time off, it would be a waste to stay inside and watch the same old horror movies as they'd done before. 
So why not try something new? Something way more exciting? 
That was why they were currently making their way down a hidden pathway.
After a couple of twists and turns, they finally reached their destination.
" I'm more worried about breaking into this property without a permit than supposed ghosts." Elsa clarified. She then levelled a sceptical look at Anna's shaking hand, which was holding the flashlight." And it seems to me that you are the one who is scared of ghosts, not me. Are you sure you want to do this?" She gestured to the foreboding building in front of them.
Said building was the old, abandoned mansion located on the outskirts of Burgess - the little town Anna had moved to a month prior. With everything going on at the time, it was only recently that she had overheard a group of children talking about this place. They had spent the night there as a dare, and apparently, something had happened because they were absolutely convinced that the mansion was haunted. They were also very adamant about never going there again. 
Standing in front of it, it was not that hard to see why they had been so spooked. The dark house towered over them, and from close up, it looked even more unwelcoming than from afar. It was apparent there hadn't been any renovations in a long time because the colour was peeling off the old wooden structure. One of the windows had cracks stretching like spiderwebs over its glass. White curtains were blocking the view from the inside. All was completely silent around them. Only the full moon made it possible to see anything. 
And their flashlights.
" Sure! It was my idea, after all! And you know I never go back on my word!" To demonstrate her sincerity, Anna marched up the stairs, ignoring their groaning. Once she reached the top, she turned around and stood proud right in front of the door. " Are you coming?"
"Only if you stop shining the light into my eyes."
" Oh, sorry!" 
Anna redirected the light to the door. She was about to reach for the door handle but froze mid-movement. 
It was already open. 
For a moment, she just stood there staring at it. Then she giggled. " Seems the kids forgot to lock it last time they were here." Shaking her head, she pushed the door open and stepped inside. She heard Elsa following right behind.
The inside of the mansion looked even creepier than the exterior. It felt like entering a completely different time, seeing as nothing had been touched for decades - possibly even more than a century. There were thick layers of dust and cobwebs everywhere. The once beautiful tapestry was partially torn down, leaving the wall behind it bare. Some of the furniture was lying on the floor, overturned, making it hard to navigate the rooms.
The only sound they could hear was the creaking floor under their footsteps.
Anna let out a shaky breath as she took in their surroundings. The smell of old wood permeated her senses and left her lightheaded. All of a sudden, her backpack weighed heavily on her shoulders. Not for the first time did she question her sanity in compulsively buying some ghost-hunting equipment on Eway for this particular night. It had seemed like a stellar idea at the time, but now that they were here, she wasn't even sure if she wanted to use them anymore. The deeper they went into the mansion, the more insistent a little voice inside of her whispered to leave and never come back. 
Her sister's quiet cursing startled her. " There's no signal here!"
When she checked her own phone, she got the same result. No signal. What a coincidence.
" Ah well, I'm sure everyone's busy anyway, so there won't be any messages," she said airily.
" This is not good... What if someone from work contacts me?"
Anna raised her eyebrows. " This late? And on Halloween? I know your superiors are crazy, but surely not to this degree!"
"You'd be surprised...," muttered Elsa, frowning at her screen.
Anna pursed her lips. She knew too well, in fact, how much of her sister's time was monopolised by her work. 
But instead of a reply, she just continued her trek through the old mansion. After a moment, she heard Elsa's footsteps following her again.
Once they reached the living room, Anna's eyes lit up with an idea. She went straight to the middle with no hesitation. " Right! Before we begin, it is important to know the history of this mansion! Have you heard of it?"
" No, I haven't." Elsa still looked a bit irritated, but Anna deliberately ignored that.
Instead, she continued: "Perfect! Let me tell it to you then!" She cleared her throat dramatically, and shone her flashlight so it would illuminate her face from beneath. All humour left her expression.
" So apparently, this mansion was built in 1857 and home to the Pitchiner family, " she began with a sombre tone. " For someone so wealthy, they were open and kind to the townspeople and thus very much liked by them. All was well until Kozmotis Pitchiner was called away to war. Seraphina Pitchiner and their daughter, Emily Jane Pitchiner, were on their own for several years before the war ended. Or at least they were supposed to." Here Anna lowered her voice. " A month before Kozmotis Pitchiner returned home, the neighbours noticed the mansion was empty. There was no sign of either the family or the servants. Allegedly everything was left behind, and nobody ever returned to retrieve anything. It's as if they had vanished into thin air."
Elsa raised her eyebrows at that part but did not interrupt her. 
" When Mr Pitchiner finally came home, he was dismayed upon discovering this and promptly started looking for them. He searched for them tirelessly, day and night, but to no avail." 
A faraway look settled over Anna's eyes. She could envision the desperation Mr Pitchiner must've felt with each day that passed without any results. But still, he had refused to give up despite the bleak outlook. Slowly she lowered the flashlight away from her face and back to her side.
She continued, her voice strained. " Another month passed. That was when Mr Pitchiner stopped leaving the house. Remembering the strange disappearance of the rest of the family, the neighbours immediately grew concerned over him. And for a good reason. Because the next day, they found him lying in the middle of the floor in this very room. Dead." She cleared her throat when her voice failed her at the last word. " Some said it was from a heart attack. Others were sure it was of heartbreak." She trailed off as she reached the end. " And that was the dark tale of this mansion's very first owners." 
For a moment, all was silent. Anna looked to the side toward where Mr Pitchiner had been found dead. A shiver ran up her spine when thinking about how close she probably stood next to that exact same spot. But there was also a sudden deep sadness tugging at her heart. Yes, it was an unsettling story about the first family that had lived here. But it was also a sad one. Until his very last moments, Mr Pitchiner had never found out where his family was or what had happened to them. He had died alone in his empty home.
Suddenly she heard a whisper right next to her ear. She spun around and shone her light around the room.
" Hello?" she called out. 
" What is it?" asked Elsa, shining her light in the same direction as her.
" I thought I just heard something."
"I didn't hear anything..."
They spent the next few minutes in complete silence, listening for anything else, but nothing happened. No matter where they looked, there was no indication of what could've caused that noise. Everything looked the same. 
" Maybe it was just a mouse," suggested Elsa. " There's probably quite a few here." 
Anna shook her head. " No, no, it was very close to my ear. Almost like someone whispered something."
Elsa raised an eyebrow. " Someone? What, you mean a ghost?"
Her eyes widened. Of course! Why did I not think of that? Another shiver raced up her spine at the possibility of a ghostly presence near her. 
She hesitated.
There was no way, was there? They had just entered the house. Maybe this was just her imagination playing tricks on her. She could admit that she was a bit jumpy this night. Maybe, it was just a mouse. Or maybe, it wasn't. 
There was only one way to find out. 
That was, after all, why she had spent all that money on her little ghost-hunting devices. That was also why she had spent so much time convincing Elsa to come here with her. To find out whether this was a haunted mansion or not. And to have a good time. Though, that last one was pretty much out the window now.
Slowly she sat her backpack down and started rummaging around inside it.
" What are you doing?"
" Trying to find- Aha!" She procured something that looked a lot like a flashlight. Something Elsa was quick to observe.
" Oh, it is! But you can also use it to communicate with spirits!"  Anna placed it carefully on the edge of a nearby table. "You pose a yes or no question, and the ghost can answer by turning the light on and off." Stepping away from it, she came to stand next to her sister.
She took a breath to calm herself. Okay, you've seen how this works. You ask a few questions, and it may or may not give a reaction. No biggie. When she opened her mouth to speak, Elsa interrupted her: " This is a Maglite, Anna. It is known to turn on and off at random."
" Well, this is why the answers should be on time to our questions," she explained. "There's only so often the light can turn on and off for it to be a mere coincidence."
"Hm..." 
It was apparent that Elsa did not buy any of this, but there was no use in convincing her with words only. So instead, Anna refocused her attention on the Maglite.
" Alright. Uh, hello! Good evening! I am Anna, and this is my sister, Elsa. We only came here to visit and maybe even chat for a bit? I-if you would like to, of course." It felt weird addressing the empty room, but she did not let this deter her. " That is if there is someone actually here with us. If you are, could you turn on that light, please?"
A minute passed, and nothing happened. Elsa shifted next to her. Anna waited just a bit longer before she cleared her throat.
" Or maybe you don't want to talk? If you don't want to talk to us, turn the light on then, please."
The light turned on so quickly it startled Anna. She couldn't help but let out a surprised laugh. " Oh wow, okay, I see. Do you want us to leave as well? If so-"
The light turned off before she could finish giving instructions.
"I-is that a yes?"
The light did not turn on again.
" Could you turn on the light, please, if you want us to leave?"
No reaction.
Anna shared a look with her sister. " Guess we're free to stay here for a bit longer, right?"
Before Elsa could answer, the light turned on again.
" Oh! T-thank you, that's very kind of you!" Anna's heart was beating fast still after her initial surprise, but she did her best to calm herself. Instead, she tried to smile at whoever - whatever - was in the room with them.
Being polite was probably the best way to go about this. They did break into this house, after all.
She was about to take back the Maglite when something occurred to her. Yes, the light gave a distinct "no" to any possible conversation, but her curiosity was a relentless beast. How could she just let such an opportunity go to waste? She had watched countless videos about ghost hunting, and the Maglite did not always provide such a ready answer. 
Just one more time. 
She would ask one more thing to be sure this was not a fluke.
" If I may ask one more question..." She watched the Maglite with bated breath. Would it answer without any instructions?
Sure enough, the light slowly dimmed until it turned off completely. Almost as if whoever was communicating with Anna yielded to her request reluctantly.
She couldn't help but smile at that mental image. " We did introduce ourselves before, and I would really like to know who you are. I have a guess - and I'm sorry if I'm wrong - but I want to be sure I got it right-" Oh God, Anna, stop rambling before you aggravate the ghost! You only have to ask! " A-are you Mr Pitchiner by chance? If yes, then, please, one last time, turn on-"
The light was on before she could finish her sentence.
Mr Pitchiner. The original owner of this mansion. The one who had died in this very room.
She swallowed. " Nice to meet you, Mr Pitchiner! And I won't bother you any longer. Thank you again for letting us stay here!" Even to her own ears, her voice sounded unusually high-pitched.
She then quickly took the Maglite and turned it off. Once she put it away safely into her backpack, she turned toward her sister. " Okay! Do you want to go upstairs?" It was then that she noticed Elsa looking at her strangely. " What?"
Her sister shook her head. " Nothing. You sure you want to stay here?"
She gave an emphatic nod. " Yes." There was no way they were leaving after getting permission to stay - and from the original owner, no less. So what if she was a bit spooked? She would be a fool to give up now!
Elsa sighed when she saw the look of determination in Anna's eyes. " Fine. Let's go. But we will be quick about it, alright?"
"Sure."
Once they left the living room, Anna felt like she could breathe again, though that tight feeling in her stomach didn't leave her. And on top of that, she felt like someone was watching her. Maybe it was Mr Pitchiner making sure they weren't up to no good.
They soon reached a dark, wooden staircase. One after another, they went up, the stairs creaking under their weight. The noise was so loud that it almost echoed.
" So, what do you think?" asked Anna.
" About what?"
" Well, with what happened in the living room. That was pretty exciting, wasn't it?"
" Anna...," Elsa sighed. " I admit, it was a bit strange, but that was most likely a lucky coincidence. You do remember what I told you about the Maglite."
" Yes, and you probably remember what I said. The answers were clearly on time with my questions. I can't believe we actually got to meet Mr Pitchiner!" Her hands were still slightly shaking from that encounter, in fact. " It's a shame he didn't really want to speak to us..."
Elsa gave her a sidelong glance. " The flickers weren't always on time."
Anna only rolled her eyes. " Sure, it was all very random with no pattern to it. The conversation didn't make any sense at all," she drawled.
" You can't possibly call that a "conversation" back there."
Anna only gave her an annoyed look but didn't press the matter. It was impossible to prove something to her sister when she believed she was right. Stubbornness was a trait both of them shared, which wasn't always a good thing - especially not when they were at odds with one another. But something inside her told her that Elsa might change her mind this night. Maybe.
Once they reached the top, a long, narrow hallway greeted them. Ghostly rays of moonlight shone through the window at the very end of it, making everything look unreal - almost like a dark painting. There were doors on each side of the wall, each one closed. The one near the window was especially noticeable because of its peculiar shape. Upon a closer look, it became apparent why: several wooden planks were blocking anyone from opening it.
Anna hummed. "  I wonder what could be behind this..." 
Before she could reach for one of the planks, a sudden loud creak echoed through the hallway. There was movement out of the corner of her eye, and she spun around to face it. What she saw made her blanch.
A door had opened. Eyes wide open, both sisters watched as it moved a little more before coming to a halt.
Several seconds passed, but it didn't move again.
" So, how do you explain this?" asked Anna breezily.
Elsa gave a shaky exhale. "Probably a draft. I'm sure the door was already open." Despite the logical explanation, she sounded unsure.
Anna cleared her throat. " Mr Pitchiner, is that you? D-do you want us to go in there?"
The door creaked again, opening a bit more.
That's insane! That is so insane! He is actually responding to everything I ask of him!
She took one step forward before a vice grip on her arm held her back.
" Wait. What if someone is behind that door? " hissed Elsa.
" You mean we would be able to see Mr Pitchiner?" asked Anna. Usually, people could see ghosts only through photographs or special ghost-hunting equipment. But Mr Pitchiner was very present. He didn't seem to have trouble manipulating the Maglite, and now he's even able to push doors open. Would it be too far-fetched to believe he could manifest his physical form?
" No, I'm not talking about some ghost but an actual human being!" Elsa continued with a harsh whisper. " What if there's a homeless person in here? Or someone else? We're completely on our own! We can't call the police because there's no signal here!"
" Oh." Anna's cheeks burned with embarrassment. She hadn't even considered this possibility. " W-well, we still need to go past it if we want to leave, so... might as well investigate."
" Anna..."
" Don't worry! You know, I've got a mean right hook in case someone tries to attack us!" She winked, then freed herself from Elsa's grip. 
Together they approached the open door with cautious steps. One look inside revealed an empty bedroom. They both checked for a possible attacker but found nothing. There was no sign of anyone else - besides them - being there. 
Anna slowly walked around, taking in her surroundings. She noticed immediately how tidy everything was, compared to the chaos downstairs. There seemed to be even less dust here, and she had yet to see a single cobweb.
Elsa noticed it, too. " This room is too well-preserved. Someone must've been looking after it."
She agreed. There was no way it could have stayed in such good condition without help.
When she passed the dresser, which stood opposite the bed, she heard a faint scraping sound. She stopped short, wondering if that had been her imagination. Elsa didn't seem to have heard anything and wasn't paying attention to what Anna was doing. She was too preoccupied with studying the book collection at the other end of the room. But no, there it was again. Anna shined her light towards the source and found a framed photograph. It was standing right next to her on the dresser. Curious, she stepped closer, reaching for the frame to get a better look at the picture.
It was the portrait of a young girl - maybe around twelve years old. Her beautiful raven locks cascaded down her back like a waterfall forming a sharp contrast to her pale skin. She almost looked like a porcelain doll if it weren't for her eyes, which twinkled mischievously at Anna as if she was really looking at her. 
" That must be Emily Jane," whispered Anna. Her heart sank thinking about how, after all those years, it was still unclear what had happened to her. How there was no trace of her and how much her father must have grieved for her. " She's so lovely." Her voice sounded all choked up when she said that. 
Something ice cold passed the back of her hand, and her flashlight flickered. Her breath hitched. 
After a moment, she continued gently:" You must've loved her very much."
Again, the light flickered, almost turning off in the process.
Anna bit her lip in contemplation. He was very responsive for someone who claimed he didn't want to speak to them. No matter what she asked of him, he would try to give a clear answer. 
And then there's the way he had guided them into his daughter's room. As if he had wanted them to see it. Now that she thought about it, the scraping sound that she had heard must've come from the portrait. Maybe he had moved it so she would see the picture of Emily Jane.
Would it be too far-fetched to think he might want to speak about his daughter?
She decided to take a chance. After putting the portrait back where she had found it, she sat her backpack down to search for a different device. One she had been eager to use back when it had arrived in a package. It didn't take her long to find it.
" This is what we call an Ovilus," she explained softly. "I know you didn't want to speak to us, and I won't force you to. I just thought-" She faltered for a moment, searching for the right words.
She didn't get to finish her sentence. 
" What is that? " asked Elsa.
Anna startled. She hadn't even heard Elsa approach. " Oh, this?" She showed her the device. " This is called the Ovilus. I read that spirits can control the temperature or electromagnetic fields. And this device takes environmental readings and converts them into actual words! I have it on Dictionary Mode right now, so the words should show on the screen."
Elsa studied it with furrowed brows. " Where did you find this? And how many devices did you buy, anyway?"
" Ah well... I found it on Eway. And there's just one more device in my backpack. But I didn't want to use it because it's rather loud."
" How much did all of this cost?"
" Oh, definitely less than what they usually cost! Don't worry about it!"
Elsa gave her a doubtful look, not at all calmed by her assurances. Anna sensed she was about to scold her for the reckless spending of money, so she decided to change the subject quickly.
" Here, " she thrust the Ovilus into Elsa's hands. " Try it."
" Wha-!" Bewildered, Elsa grasped at the device before it could fall to the ground. " What do you want me to do with this?"
" Ask a question."
" I thought your ghost didn't intend to speak to us."
Anna shrugged. " I wanted to give Mr Pitchiner another chance to speak, but this time with words." She glanced briefly at the portrait of Emily Jane, and her expression softened. " I feel like he might want to tell us something."
Elsa sighed. " Fine. How do I use this?"
Anna gave her a quick rundown of the essential functions. Afterwards, she stepped slightly behind her sister, watching the screen in anticipation.
" Alright... Mr Pitchiner? Do you want to speak to us?" began Elsa with a clear voice. She held the device out to the empty room, waiting for a reply.
Seconds passed by with no words showing.
" Ask him about his daughter," whispered Anna. " Ask whether he wants to tell us something about her."
" Do you want to speak to us about your daughter?" she asked, following her sister's advice.
Another minute and still nothing.
Irritation seeped into her voice at her next question: " Are you even here with us?"
Anna pressed her lips into a thin line. Strange. By now, there should've been at least two or three words, even if they would've been nonsensical ones. She had had a test run back at home, and it had worked to a degree. Yes, the words hadn't made sense, but that was because there were no ghosts where she lived. She'd read that that was normal because the device needed some time to get accustomed to the environment once turned on. But here, it did absolutely nothing. No matter how long they waited, the screen stayed empty.
She got goosebumps, only thinking of the possible implications.
" Well, " Elsa turned sharply towards Anna, " seems like Mr Pitchiner doesn't want to talk to us after all. Or maybe he's not even here with us. Or most likely," she raised her eyebrows pointedly, " this whole thing is a scam, and you should've known better than to waste your money on this."
Ah, there she went, scolding her about how she was spending her money. Anna rolled her eyes as she took back the device. " It's my hard-earned money, and I do with it whatever I want. You can worry about your own money."
" There's not much to worry about because I don't spend it carelessly."
Anna ignored her. Instead, she studied the device with her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. She turned it this way and that, trying to see what might be wrong with it. Maybe there had been a good reason why it had been so cheap. She couldn't help but feel disappointed. How could it have broken so quickly after being used only once? 
" Oh no! No, no, no!"
Anna blinked at the sudden interruption. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Elsa fumbling with her phone.
" What is it?"
" My phone died! Which doesn't make any sense because I had it fully charged before we went here!" Elsa pressed several buttons but to no avail. It would not turn on. She scowled as if its unresponsiveness had caused a personal offence to her. " We should really go, Anna, " she said with a tight voice. " Nothing good will come out of us staying here any longer, especially if we get caught."
" But we've only been here for a short while! And so far, we haven't seen anyone patrolling the perimeters!"
" Oh, come on, you've also noticed that this room is far too clean, which means someone does come here. Besides, we're just wasting our time. I'd rather we stay at your home and relax instead of sneaking around inside a creepy house." 
Anna averted her eyes and bit her lip. " I just thought you might want to do something different...," she began hesitantly. " And it's Halloween, so I thought coming here would be at least interesting."
"I know, and I appreciate your effort, " Elsa responded, her voice more gentle this time. " But I enjoy a calm evening way more. Especially since I need a good rest before I have to get up early in the morning."
She stilled. " Why would you want to get up early?" she asked, confused. They had planned to go sightseeing around her new little town tomorrow. There was no need to get up early for that. It was supposed to be a calm and enjoyable walk where they would finally catch up on all that had happened after the last time they had seen each other.
" Because I need to go back to my place."
Anna looked up sharply. " That's the first time I hear about this..., " she said slowly. Confusion transformed into a whirlwind of emotions, making it hard for her to keep a straight face. Of course. Why hadn't she realised this sooner? All the signs had been there from the very beginning. It now made sense why Elsa had been so reluctant to go out with her, why she had wanted to leave even before they entered the mansion. 
Elsa sighed. " I'm sorry. I know I promised to stay this week, but-"
" But something came up," Anna finished tonelessly. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to gather herself. She should've known better. After all, this hadn't been the first time it had happened. Elsa's job in the corporate world was incredibly demanding, and more often than not, there would be a problem that she had to help solve. Her hard-working nature wouldn't let her rest. Of course, Anna understood the importance of what Elsa did and that she didn't mean to hurt her in any way. She cared for her in her own way and to the best of her abilities. 
Still, Anna couldn't help but feel dejected. She felt like they had been drifting apart from one another ever since Elsa had left for college. Even more so after their parents' sudden deaths. Try as she might, she had no idea how to bridge this rift between them. That never stopped her from trying, though. No matter how difficult it turned out to be.
Elsa cleared her throat. " Right. " She opened her mouth, hesitated, then slightly shook her head. She tried again. " Look, I'll do my best to deal with this as fast as possible. Then we can meet up again, and this time, I'll really stay for a week, alright?"
" That sounds great, " Anna said with no enthusiasm. " You told me so the past three times, and one of them had been on my birthday. Who's to say you won't have to leave again?"
" And I told you that I am sorry for that. I really am." Elsa sighed again and pinched the bridge of her nose. "But understand that I also can't ignore my superiors. That would be a sure way to lose my job."
" You could take a vacation for a change. Surely there's nothing criminal about that? When was the last time you had one, anyway? And I mean one where you didn't even look at all those emails from work?"
" It's not that easy, Anna."
" What the hell is not that easy about it?" Anna clapped a hand over her mouth. She had not intended to react so harshly. " I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that."
" Then how did you mean it? " asked Elsa, a disapproving frown making it clear what she thought of her little outburst.
" I mean... whenever I talk to you, you seem to be in the middle of something. When we meet, your thoughts always circle back to work, even on your supposed days off. One email is enough to make you go back, forgetting about your free time. That can't be healthy."
Elsa crossed her arms. " I can look after my own health. But this is not about my well-being. It's about our meetings."
Meetings. As if they were attending business meetings and not spending time together as sisters. " Well... yes, " admitted Anna. " That, too. I can't even remember when you stayed as long as you said you would. It always ends with you having to leave for something work-related."
" Look, I'm sorry, but as I've told you, I can't exactly ignore it when I am needed. You could also visit me for a change. Then I wouldn't have to go back and forth so much, and we could spend more time together."
" But I did!" protested Anna. " And you know why this didn't work out? Because it seemed like I always arrived at an inopportune moment, despite you inviting me. Either you're working home-office and don't want to be disturbed, or you need to pull some extra hours at work and don't come back until late. And I'm left to sit in your flat, not knowing what to do. It's not any different from me sitting alone at home." But at least there, I don't feel like I'm intruding, she added silently.
She didn't like fighting with her sister. They didn't get to spend much time together, and it seemed like a waste not to treasure those moments. But over the years, all those empty promises started to pile up. She couldn't help but feel treated like an insistent distraction rather than a beloved sister. It felt freeing to voice what had been eating away at her for years.
Even if it was at the risk of them fighting.
" Why didn't you say something then?" asked Elsa, exasperated. "I can't read your mind, you know! I won't know how to do better if you don't tell me what's wrong!"
" Don't you think I tried to? But it's always "I'm tired, Anna" or "I'm busy, Anna, can't it wait until later?" and "later" you're too tired for it. Rinse and repeat. There's simply no chance to say anything! I kept quiet every time because I didn't want to add this to your never-ending list of problems. But it's hard to ignore at this point because I hardly get to see you anymore!" Anna's voice rose with each word. " Last year, we didn't see each other at all! Not once!"
" You know exactly why!" cried Elsa. " Back then, we had trouble meeting any deadlines for our elaborate project, and it was hell! I even texted you about it! I wouldn't have had the time to focus on anything else, and it would've been unfair to you! That's why I kept declining!"
"Yes, I know! But my point is: there's always something that comes up! We hardly ever talk to one another because of it. And text messages aren't helping! Either you turn off your phone because you're working, or it's turned on because you're working off the clock. And when you finally get around to answering my texts, it's always in such a curt manner-!"
" What are you even talking about? My text messages are fine! I text like that with everyone!" protested Elsa. " Maybe it sounded rude at the time because I was tired, but it's never intentional!"
 "But it makes me feel like a bother to you! Sometimes I wonder if you dislike me because I annoy you so much! That's why I keep my texts at the bare minimum nowadays! That's also why I think twice about asking you to meet up again!" 
" That's ridiculous! Why would you even think that? Of course, I do not dislike you!" shouted Elsa. She made an exasperated hand gesture. "Don't you think it's also hard for me? With how much work I have to do, I still try to make time for you! Sure, it's unfortunate how our meet-ups get interrupted sometimes, but I thought you understood! Apparently, I was wrong! From what I hear from you, I'm beginning to think that no matter what I do, it will never be enough for you! You will always take it personally!"
Anna's mouth hung open. The last two sentences ran through her head on repeat like a broken record. She could not believe what she had just heard. She didn't even know what to say. The only thing she knew was that it stung. Badly.
Wordlessly she turned around and stormed out of the room. She did not know where she was going, but she didn't care. The only thing that mattered was to get away from Elsa as quickly as possible. 
" Anna!"
Anna picked up her pace, quickly descending the stairs. Her surroundings began to blur until she could hardly see anything.
" Anna, come back!"
" Please, leave me alone, " she whispered, blindly stumbling into the next best room she found and quietly shutting the door behind her. Elsa would surely think she had left the house and no doubt go after her. That is why she, on a whim, decided to hide inside the house. She wanted to be left alone until she could calm herself. 
In her distracted state, she did not notice the additional clicks coming from the door she had just shut.
Slowly, she sank to the ground, resting her arms on her knees and burying her face in the soft material of her coat. Her body shuddered with suppressed sobs. Outside, she heard her sister's hurried steps rushing down the stairs. They passed the room where she was hiding.
" Anna, wait!" called Elsa again, her voice growing fainter. A few seconds later, a loud slam echoed through the house - probably the front door.
Anna continued to listen with bated breath, straining to hear whether her sister would return to the house. But nothing happened. All of a sudden, it was deathly quiet.
Probably for the best.
Angrily, she wiped away some of the tears that had managed to escape.
Great. Only then did Anna notice the absence of her backpack. In her hurry, she must've left it upstairs. But instead of going back to retrieve it, she remained sitting on the ground. 
She didn't have the energy to get up right now.
The only thing she had taken with her was the Ovilus she was still holding in one hand. The Ovilus that didn't seem to work anymore. She grimaced, thinking of all the money she had spent on all those devices. Maybe, Elsa was right. Maybe, this had been a waste.
She was about to put it down next to her, but a quick glance at the screen made her freeze.
» Selfish. «
One word. One word which seemed to glow incredibly bright in this permeating darkness. Anna stared at it for so long the letters started to lose shape. They seemed to almost dance as if they were mocking her.
For a moment, she felt a spark of anger return. " Selfish? Me? After all those years of her brushing me off no matter what I did? I-" 
" Don't you think it's also hard for me? With how much work I have to do, I still try to make time for you!"
"...no matter what I do, it will never be enough for you! You will always take it personally!"
" I mean..., " she faltered. " Yes, maybe I could've brought this up later. But to be completely honest, it's never a good time because she's always so busy. O-or maybe I shouldn't have said anything at all in the first place- "
One look at the Ovilus made her go quiet.
» No. «
» Selfish. «
» Her. «
» Not. «
» You. «
One after another, the words appeared, almost forming a coherent sentence. In all the videos about ghost hunters she had watched, this was something she had never seen happen before. That was too much of a coincidence - as were so many other things that had happened tonight.
She became very conscious of what had transpired in this house and what kind of a commotion she and her sister must've caused. She swallowed. " I'm sorry I snapped at you, " she began quietly. " And I'm sorry I caused such a scene in your house. I will understand if you want me to leave."
It answered immediately.
» You.«
» May.«
» Stay.«
" T-thank you, " she breathed.
Dizziness overcame her, making it hard to form a coherent thought. She realised only then she was alone in an abandoned, haunted house.
Her eyes darted around the room, trying to make out her surroundings. There wasn't much she could see. The full moon must've been overcast because scarcely any light reached the inside, despite the curtains being open. She could vaguely make out the shapes of the table near the window and the bookshelves looming near the walls. Nothing was out of the ordinary, yet she felt this prickling sensation as if someone was watching her.
He was here somewhere with her.
She drew an arm around herself, feeling cold all of a sudden.
" Mr Pitchiner?" she addressed him with a small voice. " W-was I wrong? Upstairs? Did you want to speak to us again? I didn't want to force you, but I did it anyway..."
» Only.«
» You.«
Crap. " O-oh, so it was only me who had wanted to talk..." She let out a nervous giggle. " I'm sorry, I tend to be very talkative-"
» No. «
» Talk. «
» To. «
» You. «
» Only. «
Her throat ran dry when she finally understood. Mr Pitchiner had wanted to speak to her specifically. Not Elsa.
She didn't know what to make of that. 
Why her?
She must've thought out loud because the answer was immediate.
» Because.«
» You.«
» Care. «
It quickly added:
» Because.«
» You.«
» Are. «
» Polite. «
As if he had wanted to drive away the previous words before she could read them. It was too late, though.
A quiet laugh escaped her. She couldn't help but picture the way he quickly tried to backtrack after disclosing more than he had wanted to.
" I do try my best, " she admitted, a bit of tension leaving her.
So it hadn't been her imagination. Mr Pitchiner had truly wanted to speak to her back then. But why not Elsa? Not that she minded communicating with him. However, she wondered at his rather decisive refusal to acknowledge Elsa in any way. Was it really because of politeness - or lack thereof? Or was there a different reason?
Anna decided against asking him. Now that they could speak to one another undisturbed, she could finally find out more about him. Ask about his past, maybe even the afterlife.
There were so many possible ways to start she had no idea where to begin. 
In the end, she settled on his family.
" Mr Pitchiner, I wanted to ask... are you alone? Or are your wife and your daughter here with you?"
For a while, nothing happened. Anna began to worry whether she had been too forward, but then Mr Pitchiner answered:
» No.«
» Gone.«
» I. «
» Remain. «
" Oh." There it was again, that heaviness in her heart. " I am so sorry. I can't imagine how much you must miss them..."
She was about to change the subject but paused. " So, they moved on, but... why didn't you? Why didn't you go with them?"
» Do.«
» Not.«
» Know. «
» Where. «
She furrowed her eyebrows. "You don't know where they went? But didn't you see each other after... a-after you... well..." She took a deep breath. " I mean, didn't you find them?"
» No.«
» Never.«
He never saw them again. Not even after he had died. Until this day, he still didn't know where they had disappeared to.
" That's why you're still here," she whispered in realisation.
He didn't answer. He didn't need to.
She leaned slightly forward, eyes searching the room for an indication of his presence, trying to find out where he might be. For the first time, she felt frustrated not being able to see him.
" I wish I could help somehow, " she said, her voice laced with regret. " When I researched the history of this manor, I also looked into what might've happened to Mrs Pitchiner and your daughter. But from what I've read, there are many theories and no definite answers. Nobody knows what is true."
She felt terrible not being able to give him any more than that. Worse yet, she probably just took away his last hope of finding his family ever again.
" Anna?"
She froze. 
No, it couldn't be. Not right now.
Somewhere in the house, a door opened. Quick footsteps followed soon after, going from room to room, judging by the sound. As if someone was frantically searching for her.
Anna slowly stood up, her free hand reluctantly dusting off her clothes.
The footsteps drew nearer.
" Anna? Anna, are you in here?" Elsa called out. This time her voice sounded more desperate than angry. Clearly, she had been searching for a while now.
Anna bit her lip. Despite their fight, she felt slightly guilty for hiding away like that. She had no idea how much time had passed, but had the roles been reversed, she would've been out of her mind with worry. Hopefully, Elsa hadn't called the police yet.
» You.«
» Want.«
» To. «
» Leave. «
She sighed, defeated. " Not really, to be honest. But I can't hide away forever. It would be unfair to make Elsa worry so much. I need to talk to her and settle this argument once and for all. It would be childish of me to avoid this any further." Besides, she usually didn't shy away from something difficult.
" Very well then."
The soft and decidedly masculine voice startled her. She whirled around, eyes wide and searching for the source. There. In the middle of the room stood the dark figure of a man. The edges of his silhouette kept shifting around, and the moonlight streaming in from the window made his body look almost translucent. It was hard to make out his face except for his golden eyes, which glinted at her from the darkness. 
Her lips parted at the unexpected sight, her body frozen in uncertainty.
She couldn't move. 
Not even when he slowly approached her. There was something elegant about the way he moved toward her. Something captivating about the way he was watching her. And she, in turn, watched him, not averting her eyes even for a moment.
He stopped right in front of her, and she had to tilt her face upwards to meet his gaze.
Out of the corner of her eye she noticed him raising his hand and reaching passed her. Breathlessly, she watched him lean closer - so close, she could feel the temperature drop. His cold breath brushed her cheek, and she couldn't help but shiver.
Absentmindedly, she noted the few clicks as if someone was turning a key. It was only when the door opened that she broke away from her trance and turned around.
There stood Elsa, swinging her flashlight around at the sudden noise. Anna had to shield her eyes against the blinding light.
" Oh, Anna!"
Before she knew it, she found herself enveloped in a tight hug.
" Thank God, I found you!" Then she leaned back and grasped at Anna's shoulders. Her expression turned thunderous. " Don't you ever do something like that again! I thought something had happened to you!"
" I'm so sorry, Elsa. I-" She glanced back into the room and stiffened. There was nobody there.
That couldn't be right. 
She could've sworn-
" Let's just get out of here. I've had quite enough of this house." Elsa was already guiding her towards the entrance when Anna remembered something.
" Wait! My backpack!"
" Alright, I'll get it, " Elsa assured her. " You stay here. Don't move!" she added emphatically. After one last warning look, she hurried upstairs.
Despite her sister's order, Anna quickly returned to the room where she had stayed. She frantically searched for him in the darkness, but there was no trace of Mr Pitchiner's ghost. Nothing to indicate that he had been there at all.
" Mr Pitchiner?" she called out softly. 
No response.
There was no way she had imagined it all. Right?
When she heard her sister come down the stairs, she quickly whispered: " I know, you're here. And I will come back here, like it or not." She paused. " Of course, I'll leave right away if you don't want me to-"
" Anna! What did I tell you?!" Elsa shouted once she found her missing. Again.
"- stay." She finished. Then she spun around to rejoin her sister quickly.
Once the sisters had walked quite a distance away from the house, Anna chanced one last look back at it. It still looked eerie in the moonlit night, but somehow it felt less intimidating than it did before.
Some movement caught her eye, and she squinted, wondering whether it had been a trick of the light. But no, the front door was definitely moving! 
And there he was, standing at the entrance like a shadow, watching them leave.
So she wasn't crazy! He'd really been there with her!
Making sure her sister couldn't see, she tentatively raised her hand - the one still holding the Ovilus - and gave a small wave. It was only then she noticed new words appearing on the screen.
» Farewell. «
» Until. «
» We. «
» Meet. «
» Again. «
She smiled.
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therealglitchtrap · 1 year
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Hey hey! I'm taking requests for one shots and what if requests from my books on wattpad.
Here are some of the animes/fandoms you can request from:
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I usually do yandere content but I'm open to regular content like fluff headcannons etc.
Just ask and I will deliver!
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frickingnerd · 6 months
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edelgard comforting her s/o after killing their friend
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pairing: edelgard von hresvelg x gn!blue lions!reader
summary: after the last battle, you became quiet and withdrew yourself from everyone. when edelgard confronts you, she learns about what happened...
tags: crimson flower route, angst, hurt/comfort, dead mercedes
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you hadn't told edelgard about what happened during the last battle. you thought it wasn't worth mentioning to her, yet your girlfriend could see that something was eating you up from the inside. you had gotten quiet since that last battle, barely ate or left your room anymore. 
after you had skipped yet another meal with the rest of the black eagles, edelgard approached you in the comfort of your own room. 
"what's going on with you…?"
she was direct, but her voice remained calm. she didn't want you to think she was scolding you. 
"ever since the battle in fhirdiad, you've been so quiet. was it because it was your hometown or…"
"mer..cedes…"
you struggled to say her name. it was like your throat was tightening and you had to hold back tears just thinking about her. 
"she begged me not to do it… but i… i had to…"
that was all you could get out, before the tears overwhelmed you. you balled your hands into fists, leaning over and quietly sobbing. edelgard immediately stepped closer and wrapped her arms around you, in an attempt to comfort you. 
"you mean… you were the one who killed her…?"
edelgard asked carefully, only for you to nod softly and begin to sob even louder. edelgard tightened her grip on you, fearing you'd slip away from her if she didn't hold on tight. 
she had heard that a few of the blue lions, your former classmates, had been killed. but edelgard had never once thought that perhaps you had been forced to kill one of them. if she had known you'd face them, she wouldn't have deployed you for that battle. 
"i'm so sorry… you suffered all this time and i didn't notice…" edelgard gently caressed your cheek, wiping away tears that had escaped your eyes. "the burden to kill a friend… it's too heavy for one to bear by themselves. you shouldn't have to suffer like this. i should've been there, trying to find a way for her to join us. but now…"
now it was too late. but edelgard didn't need to say that out loud, you both knew. all she could do now was hold you and be there for you, while you suffered. it would take a while, but eventually the pain would get less. and while you'd never be able to forget what you had done that day, perhaps you'd be able to forgive yourself one day…
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