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14thgalerie · 7 months

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the one

• pairing: theodore nott x riddle!reader

• now playing: hayloft by mother mother / you that i want by divine

• word count: 1.7k

• genre: angst, fluff, hint of smut

— short one that i kept thinking of.

Theo slumped in his chair, fatigue weighing heavily on him. The clock on the wall opposite him ticked relentlessly, unforgiving of his sleepless state. He had long abandoned any hope of finding any rest. He hadn’t been able to since that fateful night when everything felt right in his life.

His mind wouldn’t grant him solace. Each time his weary eyelids dared to meet from the pure exhaustion of the stress of OWLS, the ongoing war, his brain kept feeding him images of you. You, who kept haunting him from the very forefront of his mind.

The natural curve of your eyelashes. The way it fluttered against his cheeks as your lips made a blazing trail across his cheeks. Gentle whispers that drown him in sheer bliss still send shivers down his spine.

His tie lay abandoned, discarded beside him, next to the pile of papers swept aside in his frustration earlier. The long, emerald fabric had felt too suffocating amidst the overwhelming thoughts of you.

He couldn’t help but wonder if you would also be writhing in bed, unable to fall asleep as he does. Would your dreams torment you with the brief time his hands tangled onto your hair, wayward? Does your dormant body spin cruel variations of that time, telling him tantalising tales of what could’ve occurred if only your insufferable blonde companion hadn’t so abruptly interrupted?

He had never loved you.

Not in the way you wanted.

This desire to fill the emptiness in your heart, to have somebody give you the time and day has obscured that truth. A part of you knew, from the very beginning, but this desperation forced you to turn yourself blind.

Draco was there, a constant presence in your life, a perfect match to have by your side. Born only 24 hours apart, and 10 years of your childhood spent solely with him.

In truth, you both used the other, a fact that you ignored. He relied on you for protection and status as your partner, while you clung to him to feel the fleeting sense of warmth. But the perpetual storm of reality always wearing you both down and, you were rapidly losing the strength to keep yourself afloat.

Unspoken words hung heavy in the air between the both of you as the year progressed and the inevitable return of your father neared. At first, you had both kept your feelings at bay, not wanting this to jeopardise your friendship altogether. But as time went on, it became a routine. Venom spit from raised voices, threats of abandonment and indifference to each other, reconciliation accompanied by hollow promises and sex.

“Are you a bloody fool? She is my best friend and yet again, Draco ‘can’t-keep-his-boxers-on’ Malfoy decided that didn’t matter!” You screamed in frustration, but it didn’t seem to matter when he didn’t even so much as falter at the volume.

“We aren’t even together, so why should it?” He carelessly replies, an air of indifference surrounding him.

“We aren’t? You truly are an insufferable git, I spent two years committing myself to you, and you never thought to mention that little detail before?” You scoffed, incredulous at the idea. It was foolish and outrageous, and not at all like how the man you know would think. Despite your differences with one another, he would still treat you with at least the respect you give to a friend, but now…

“Oh please! Don’t act as if your mind has not been completely filled with that mindless buffoon.”

“For Merlin’s sake, do not dare turn this on me…” You challenged him.

“Or what? Threaten to have your father kill me? Well, surprise, darling, I’m no stranger to that already.” He humorlessly chuckles. “I’ve seen you. I’ve seen that god-awful lovesick look on your face at the mere sight of his back. I am not the complete bloody fool you think I am.”

It hurt, truly, despite the fact that this started as a hilarious excuse of a relationship. You cared for Draco and to see him constantly destroy everything and everyone in his path of destruction left you unable to conjure up any more excuses for him.

“I am done, Draco. We can stop whatever awful pretentious act we put ourselves to and live on our own as you seem to hardly care for even yourself anymore these days.” You laugh, defeat etched on your face.

He never gave you the love that you sought, the kind that Theo had laid bare in complete display for you in just under seven minutes in that tiny closet.

“You came back to me.” He whispers, close enough for his lips to touch the corner of your lips but there’s just a stutter of breath. It makes you want to instinctively kneel and look up to him and beg religiously for mercy, the way he speaks.

“I did.” You reply. Unmoving, but your patience wears thin.

“Look at you,” He mutters, his hand tugging at your head by your hair, exposing your neck to him, and your knees nearly buckle at his breath that burns against your jaw. “I haven’t even touched you properly yet and you’re almost like putty in my hands already.”

“Shut it, Nott.” You quickly remark a decision you notably regret when you are left standing in the middle of the room all by yourself. The cold air from the ajar window left your skin tingling with an uncomfortable feeling akin to when Draco touched you in the past weeks.

You scoff, the sound more as if you were nearly pleading. “What are you doing?”

“You know I hate it when you act like a brat.” He inclined his head, and the movement leaves chills running through your spine for the action is almost similar to someone sinister. But weirdly, it makes you want to tease him even more.

“Oh please, Theo. I’m not blind, as if you don’t dream of it.” You slowly approach him, your fingers make a motion of dragging along the ends of the poster beds. “The way I see your eyes tremble when I contradict every single thing you say. I know you are depraved when your thoughts are only of my mouth…”

You hear a sharp intake of breath when you come near. “The way you would just love it if you could shut me up by having my lips wrapped around you. I know you, Theo.”

His lips twitch into a mirthless smile, he reaches almost mindlessly for your collar. His thumb barely touches the skin of your neck. “Yes, you do.”

His eyes are intense as they dart to your mouth. Your tongue unconsciously makes a sweep against your dry lips.

“I suppose Draco will show me exactly how.”

Taking a page of this man’s book is terrifying but you are tired of this game of tug that you keep playing.

“That would be wise. ”

He’s still looking at your lips.

“I’ll go then.” You try again, unwilling to make the move.

“Go on, you won’t hear a sound of protest from me.” But you remain standing in front of him, the will to move weak against the desire to have him.

“Really?”

“No.”

Theo grabs the back of your head, tangled his fingers in your hair, and made a mess of your mouth. With his lips attached to yours, you grab him by his shirt and the both of you kiss as if you were third years again. Your teeth clashed into each other time and time again and you couldn’t find it in you to slow down.

The need to kiss him, to feel what you’ve been thinking of for several nights on end. You push back at him, desperate to feel the same hunger and need in him, as he kisses you deeper and more profound than you ever thought possible.

The soft, selfish hands that you wished so badly to wipe clean off the bodies of other women move up from the bottom of your back to move you impossibly closer until you are almost one. His voice is ragged when he pulls away, a thin thread of saliva still connecting you.

He says against your cheek, “I love you. I’d die for you. Nobody can ever give you what I could make the pain go away like I could, not even that dense fuck who has a deeper sense of self-preservation than his parents.”

You swallow, agonised by the sudden slow pace that he moves. Not an ounce of energy dared to waste to defend your ex. “I will love you anywhere.”

You shiver at the raw and pure intensity that laced the declaration. You almost want to ask, to hear how. But you don’t think your mind could properly comprehend the ability to piece together the right words to ask.

His heart is pounding from beneath your fingers as you feel the pulse on his neck, almost leaping it out as if all it wants is for you to finally claim it as yours. Encase it in a glass case and put it on display for all else to see.

“In a bookstore, by the water fountain, the sidewalk, in the flames of your home.” His hands come down to your hips, his fingers digging in so harshly that by morning sunlight, purple will be painted on your skin but it feels so heavenly that you don’t push them away.

“I love you, not for the protection you provide and for your substantial looks, but for all the small things you do that bear your soul to me.”

Your hands meet around the back of his neck as he carries you by your thighs towards his bed. Pulling at the fabric that keeps him away from you.

“I’ll love you even as you tell me you hate me oranges. I love you enough that I will scour the face of this earth for a place where I can take you away from your nightmares.”

“I-“ He sighs into your lips, completely delighted by the intimacy that only his mind could conjure up in the lone nights. “I love you.”

You move for the buttons of his polo, while he moves to pull your shirt from you. A race that leaves you both fumbling when you feel his hand carving a path against your waist and up to your chest. You are left scalding, tiny bounces of light flickering in your eyes.

“I will be at your string’s end.”

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tkaulitzlvr · 7 months

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hii, hope you’re doing well :) love your stories <3

ofc you absolutely don’t have to write this one if you don’t want to!

just had a lil thought of some form of enemies to lovers with tom (2009-11) where reader travels with the band on tour & etc & one night while they stay at a hotel somewhere reader is in the pool at night (in like a bikini or some form of swimwear) for like a midnight swim but at some point tom gets in as-well & it’s just them (they can have some bickering or whatever) but it would eventually result in them doing it in the pool 🤭

again you don’t have to do this one if you don’t want to buy i just thought i would ask :)

ty for reading!!

LATE NIGHT - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: you and tom had never got on well, some unresolved tension meaning the two of you always clashed. so, when you decide to go for a late night swim alone, what will happen when tom has the exact same idea?

content: angst & smut

a/n: omggg this might be my fav request i’ve ever gotten so thank u sm anon, literally screamed when it came thru this whole scenario is so perfect, as u can imagine i enjoyed every second of writing this, hope u enjoy!!

the night is warm, this totally expected for august in southern spain, where tokio hotel were for this part of their world tour. adjusting to the different climates that i experience around the world is something i am yet to get used to, even after coming with the band since they had started accumulating the fans to warrant travelling from country to country to perform. one day, i would be in somewhere in russia, completely submerged in blankets and still cold, then the next, i would be met with the sweltering warmth of southern europe, overheating despite my clear lack of clothing, only my bra and panties covering me. but tonight, the heat was unbearable, my body sweating no matter what position i tried to fall asleep in.

the rhythmic ticking of the small clock situated on the wall in front of me didn’t help - the sound seeming to get louder each time, the time that it displays reminding me that i should be sleeping. but, i know that it isn’t going to happen anytime soon, sitting up frustratedly with a loud sigh.

i stand up, walking toward the large glass doors leading to my balcony, pushing one open slightly so that i can squeeze through. it is even hotter outside, my body being hit by an intense surge of heat as i step onto the balcony, nearing the edge. my arms rest on the railing, eyes taking in the view in front of me - thousands of lights in each direction from the city ahead. however this doesn’t catch my attention as my eyes fall to the large pool below, a decent sized jacuzzi built into it. it is empty, the body of water completely still, small lights around it’s exterior giving away its tranquility. it could cool me down - there’s no way i’m falling asleep with my body this hot.

my feet turn on their heels, stepping back inside my room, closing the glass door behind me as i head to the small walk in closet in the corner. my hands fumble around, fingers finally touching the small bikini that i am looking for. i take it out, stripping from my clothes, before slipping on the skimpy red bikini, tying my hair in a loose bun. i take a towel from the bathroom, sliding on the first pair of sandals i see, before quietly exiting my hotel room and walking to the elevator, entering it as it is expectedly empty.

the elevator doors slide open as i am met with the empty lobby, the receptionist being the only person in sight. i give her a small nod, walking outside to the pool area. as i near closer, i sigh in relief, seeing that it is still empty, placing my towel on a random lounger. i slide my shoes off beside it, walking towards the pool. testing the temperature, i dip my toes in, shivering slightly at the coldness, the feeling relieving me as i already feel myself cool down. deciding that it is fine to get in, i allow my whole body to slip into the water, my head staying above as i begin to swim over to the shallow end, finally stopping once i reach the edge.

my eyes glance over to the jacuzzi just a few metres away, contemplating whether it would be a better option than the pool. it would certainly make me sleepier, and, reminding myself of how late it is, i decide to get in, quickly stepping out of the pool and climbing into the jacuzzi. the water is much warmer, bubbles emerging from beneath as i take a seat, my entire body relaxing. i feel myself becoming tired as i spread out, laying my head backwards and resting it on the edge. my eyes gaze aimlessly at the stars above, feeling completely content, the water removing any tension in my body as i continue to watch the sky.

but, it only takes a few minutes for my head to whip upwards, becoming quickly alert as i hear footsteps nearing the pool, wondering who else would want to be here this late into the night.

i squint a little, trying to make out the silhouette , an audible groan escaping my lips once it enters the light, letting me work out who it is. broad shoulders, slim yet muscular frame, lips adorned with a single metal piercing - i could recognise him from anywhere. the familiar jet black braids move toward me, a confused expression taking over his face once he spots me.

“the fuck are you doing here?” he asks, setting his towel down and pulling his t-shirt off, revealing his perfectly formed abs, muscles in his biceps flexing as he does so. he was hot, but i hated him, his attractiveness only making me despise him more. after my gaze lingers on his torso for a couple seconds, i look upwards, seeing that he is still focused on me, waiting for a response as he walks towards the jacuzzi.

i roll my eyes, beginning to get up, not willing to engage in any conversation with him right now, especially one in which no one else is involved, the atmosphere already tense.

“doesn’t matter. i’ll go.” i say, standing up, water dripping from my body. his eyes scan my figure, tongue poking from his lips slightly as he messes with his lip piercing, drinking in every curve, my boobs admittedly almost spilling out of my bikini top. yet i didn’t care when i had put it on, not expecting to see anyone else at the pool, let alone tom. his eyes still glued to my cleavage, i scoff, putting one foot out of the jacuzzi.

“my eyes are up here, perv.” i remark as he finally removes his gaze from my chest, a small laugh leaving his lips.

“don’t flatter yourself sweetheart.” he states, stepping into the jacuzzi, sitting down as the water covers most of his body, the top of his chest still on show. he stretches his arms out to the side of him, resting them on the edge, tilting his head to the side before continuing. “why are you leaving?”

“cause i know you’ll piss me off. you already are.” i respond, standing beside the water, preparing to walk away.

“really? don’t be so dramatic. get in.” he says, lifting one hand up and motioning to the empty space in the jacuzzi opposite him, his eyes not leaving mine.

“i’ll pass. have fun tom.” i say sarcastically, finding my towel on the lounger, wrapping it around my small frame, now shivering from the lack of warmth the water had brought me.

“you know, to say you’re the most stubborn person i know.” he starts, his tongue running across his bottom lip. “you’re leaving pretty fast. how come you’re letting me win so easily?”

i stop in my tracks, turning around to face him, wondering why he is so eager for me to stay.

“why do you care?” i question, my expression turning sour.

“i don’t.” he shrugs. “just don’t understand why you’re in a rush to leave. you’re not scared of me, are you?”

i scoff at his question, noting the way he is trying to get under my skin, and, much to my frustration, it is working. i know that if i leave, that means i have let him win. and, he is right. i am stubborn. it is this fact that prompts me to turn around, throwing the towel off of my body as i walk towards the jacuzzi, hesitantly getting back into it as a satisfied grin spreads across tom’s face.

“scared my ass.” i mutter, shaking my head as i fold my arms, irritated by his ability to anger me from the smallest of words.

“hm? sorry, didn’t catch that. you gotta speak up.” he taunts, tilting his head as he raises his eyebrows, a knowing smirk tugging on his lips. he stretches his arms out further as they rest against the stone decorating the edge of the water, adjusting his position and getting comfy, awaiting my response.

“just shut up. jesus fucking christ.” i scold, facing away from him, tempted to get up and leave once again. but i can’t give him that satisfaction, so i stay put, a tense silence between us as he surprisingly listens to me.

my body jolts upwards in shock, feeling his foot brush against mine from underneath the water as he sinks further into it. i make eye contact, scowling at him as he holds his hands up in defense.

“sorry.” he mumbles, his body slowly drifting closer towards mine. i ignore it, letting my head fall backwards, attempting to relax, figuring that if i am stuck here with him, i may as well try to make the experience as comfortable as it can be.

but the second his leg brushes against mine, with too much force to be unintentional, it is clear that his previous movement was definitely not an accident. i look at him, seeing that he has moved much closer, now to the left of me, instead of directly opposite me as he previously was. i stay quiet, trying to pay no attention to his presence despite the noticeable feeling of his eyes burning into my figure.

“red looks good on you.” he says into the silence, my eyebrows furrowing in disbelief, unable to fall for his attempt at complimenting me.

“what?” i ask, now turning to face him, his eyes dark.

“you know what i said.” he states confidently, gaze never leaving mine as his teeth momentarily sink into his bottom lip.

his body inches closer to mine as my own is frozen in place, unable to move or even comprehend what is happening. his finger grazes the knot of my costume from beneath the water, slipping underneath the material briefly before playing with the hem of my bikini bottoms, my hips jolting a little at his touch. he smirks at my reaction, removing his fingers and watching the way my face drops, partly in disappointment.

he sees the desperation in my eyes, dipping his head downwards so that his lips are just below my ear.

“you know you don’t hate me at much as you let out.” he whispers, his breath tickling my neck as i feel him smile against it, goosebumps beginning to form over the skin.

my mouth parts open, no sound escaping from it as my chest rises and falls at a faster pace, completely flustered by his words. he can clearly see this, humming lowly as his face remains inches away from my neck, his slow breathing fanning over it.

“in fact…” he begins, his lips brushing over the skin as he dips his head further downwards. “i don’t think you hate me at all, do you?”

i say nothing, breath hitching once his lips finally make contact with my neck, planting slow, open-mouthed kisses over it. my hands find the back of his head, fingers playing with his dreads as i push him further into me, his kisses become sloppy, his teeth grazing over the skin.

“knew you always had something for me, sweetheart.” he teases, hands grabbing the flesh of my thighs as he uses them to guide my body, placing me on his lap. my chest is now out of the water, lower half completely submerged as it sits on top of him, faces inches apart.

he takes my lack of response as an invitation to continue, attaching his lips to mine in a rough and sloppy kiss. i waste no time in kissing back, overcome with an unforeseen desperation, my hatred for him fuelling desire from within me that had never been ignited - not like this. but i used my anger towards him, keeping it as a motive to kiss him harder, pressing my lips harsher into his. he groans into my mouth, his hands finding my ass as he kneads the flesh, using it to push my hips against his, my lips faltering against him.

the heat around me from the warmth of the night is now nothing compared to the one spreading between my legs, my need for tom only growing as i begin to create my own slow rhythm on his lap, grinding so that his clothed dick, which i can feel hardening beneath me, hits my clit perfectly.

my head falls backwards, unable to kiss back as my hips continue to work against his. his lips find my chest, biting and sucking on the parts of my breasts exposed, my nipples hardening under the fabric of my bikini. he sees this, his fingers running over them as i shudder. his hands reach to undo the knot holding my bikini in place, about to tug on it before i protest.

“you can’t…” i breathe out, not slowing my movements. “someone could see.”

“but they won’t.” he states, keeping his head against my chest, hands staying on my back. “you just have to stay close to me, yeah?”

he tugs on the material, watching as the top half of my bikini falls off, revealing my chest to him. a smirk spreads across his face as he takes it all in, hands cupping my boobs as he squeezes them a little, a low whine falling from my lips in response.

“so fucking hot.” he breathes out, detaching his hands from my breasts, moving them to my back and pulling my chest so it is flush against his. “see? no one but me gets to see. exactly how it should be.”

he whispers the last part as i roll my eyes, becoming visibly impatient. he picks up on this, bucking his hips as i rest my hands on his chest, lifting myself off of him as he takes off his trunks, letting them rest at his knees, not bothering to remove them fully. he moves my panties to the side, the water rushing to my heat as i shudder a little.

he strokes himself a few times, positioning himself at my entrance. “you sure?”

his hands rest on my lower back, looking upwards at me, his expression strangely concerned, my consent mattering to him way more than i had first anticipated. i nod my head, letting out a confident ‘yes’.

that is enough for him as he slowly pushes inside of me, the water giving a foreign feeling as my thighs clench. he lets out a long groan, watching the way my mouth falls open, eyes screwing shut. i feel his tip bottom out inside of me, my walls stretched out further than they ever had been, none of the guys that i had been with being as big as tom. though the discomfort soon subsides, my face twisting in pressure as i nod slowly, giving him the green light as he begins to thrust upwards into me at a steady pace.

“where did the stubbornness go, hm?” he teases, knowing that my entire body is there for him to ruin, long past the point when i would argue with him. “thought i pissed you off, doesn’t look like it right now.”

i let out a loud moan, that the only sound i am able to make as he is hitting angles that have never been felt before, no one ever able to make me feel like this. hell, if i had known his dick was this good, i would’ve stopped hating him years ago. his tip brushes against my sensitive spot, my walls clenching around him as i squeeze my lips shut, trying to stay quiet as i silently remind myself of where we are - anyone able to catch us right now.

“you like that, huh?” he asks, repeatedly hitting the spot over and over as i bury my face into his shoulder, biting it roughly to keep the moans at bay, feeling them dangerously close in the back of my throat. “don’t hide those pretty moans, wanna hear them baby.”

his hands push me away from his shoulder, my head now upright as i can no longer contain my moans, letting them pour from my lips, tom nodding his head slowly.

desperate to reach my climax, i meet his thrusts, hips rotating in an attempt to increase the friction. this clearly has as much of an effect on tom as it does me, his head tilting backwards as he lets out a low groan.

“just like that baby. fuck- yeah, keep going.” he praises, this only fuelling my stamina, his thrusts becoming slow and weak as he lets me do most of the work.

the knot in my stomach tightens, so much that i know i cannot hold on any longer. tom’s hands squeeze my waist, fingers and nails digging in, the slight pain mixed with pleasure turning me on even more.

“getting close.” i manage to say, bringing my lips to messily collide with his, my movements sloppy and uneven. he kisses back, groaning into my mouth as he slips his tongue in. he starts thrusting upwards at a rapid pace, my ability to kiss back faltering as i feel him twitch inside of me.

“me too. cum with me, yeah?” he says against my lips, one harsh thrust into me all it takes for me to come undone, feeling him shoot his load into me. he moves in and out slowly, fucking it into me, his teeth firmly sinking into his lip as his eyebrows knit together. i collapse into his chest, breathing fast and shallow as my entire body shakes, his thrusts coming to a stop, yet he remains inside of me. his lips lazily kiss my shoulder, hands rubbing my back.

“why didn’t we do that sooner, hm?”

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cdragons · 5 months

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Bound by Embroidered Chains - Aemond Targaryen x Seamstress!OC x Jacaerys Velaryon - Prologue

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Summary: Dragons have a habit in hoarding the prettiest of jewels, and pearls are of no exceptions.

Warnings- MDNI 18+ Future NSFW, Obsessive Behavior (we all knew this was coming), Childbirth, Future Sexism & Misogyny (this is Westeros), Political Struggles, Future Deaths, Dark Themes, etc. etc. Also translations for Valyrian will be added at the bottom!

Author's Note: WHO ELSE SCREAMED AT THE HOTD SEASON 2 TEASER TRAILER????? The costumes, the cinematography, the set design, FUCKING BAELA ON MOONDANCER???? But this idea was something that had been on my mind for a while, and I am really excited to share it with all of you! Shoutout to @valeskafics whose works served as a HUGE inspiration to this idea! If you liked reading this work, reblog and comment if you want to be tagged in future installments of this work! Also I apologize for any grammatical errors, I wanted to post this as soon as possible.

“PUSH!” yelled the midwife to the soon-to-be mother. “Lady Doreah, I can almost see the head!”

“Almost?” the poor woman cried out; her body had grown weary after experiencing a day’s worth of labour. Her hair clung to the sweat on her brow as the rest of her skin was soaked in perspiration from the pain. She cried out in agony as a gentle kiss from above attempted to soothe her from the torment that came with bringing new life into the world. Normally she would preen at such affection, but considering the circumstances she was in, she was in no mood for soft affections. “Ao nādrēsy! You did this to me!”

“Yes, my love,” agreed the man beside her. Unlike most husbands, Hotho Pyke refused to not remain by his beloved wife’s side during the birth of their child. He wanted to welcome the product of their love into the world with open arms. He was desperate to hold this new tiny babe in his arms as his fingers would trace over the features given to them by both their mother and father.

“You speak true my darling; I am a bastard. But if memory serves me right, it was my bastard birth that finally made you look my way after months of me begging for your attention. Well, that and a bit of my bastard tongue.” He tried to hide the wince that almost spilled from his lips at the furious grip on his hands in response of his wife. Even at the worst times, the man would never stop in his attempts to make her laugh. It was a most excellent quality in a husband in any other time but now.

“Gods help me Hotho – if this child does not come out of me soon, I will take my shears and cut out that bastard tongue of yours myself!” Doreah let out another scream as she continued to push her child out – although the pain was intense, the longing to hear the newest member of their family was greater than anything else she had felt in her lifetime.

“The baby is crowning!” exclaimed the midwife, who stood forgotten by the couple. “You are so close my lady, a few more pushes and you and your husband can welcome the newborn!”

This news filled Doreah with a newfound determination. Using every bit of her strength, she grasped her Hotho for support as she let out a furious yell as her body clenched to push out the newborn.

And after what seemed to both a lifetime and no time at all, powerful and shrill cries filled out every corner of the room. Not bothering to lean back against the pillows to rest, Doreah reached forward and demanded to hold her baby. She didn’t even care if you were a son or a daughter- you could have been a goat for all she cared. All she wanted to was to hold whomever had been growing inside her for the past nine months. She wanted to breathe in the scent of their skin and kiss their tiny faces. She wanted to love her child- her new world and her greatest love. Son, daughter, goat- Doreah knew that this child would forever be perfect in her eyes.

And perfect this child was indeed, and perfection suited their daughter.

Ten toes and ten fingers covered in blood, and kicking as hard an airborne goat, Doreah and Hotho wept as loudy as their newborn girl. It was only when the midwife insisted that she have the baby cleaned and wrapped in blankets were the two able to part with her. When you were returned to your mother’s arms, all felt right with the world as they continued to weep at the sight of the newest member of their small and strange family.

“Ziry's kesīr, īlva tala,” whispered Doreah with tears rolling down her cheeks. She looked up to gaze at her husband. “Gaomagon ao ūndegon zirȳla, ñuha jorrāelagon? Jurnegon rȳ zirȳla! Iksis ziry daor se olvie precious riña emā mirre ūndegīon!”

“I see her my coral,” whispered out her husband, whose face was soaked in tears in response to the overwhelming joy flowing within him. “Our pearl is beautiful. But most importantly, she is healthy and she is loved.”

He traced a finger across his daughter’s delicate features. Although you were currently sleeping, he knew that your eyes would take after hers, and he was ecstatic. There was a time when he believed that he would never love anything or anyone more than he loved the sea, only now there were two women in his life whom his love was consumed by entirely.

As the world slipped away into the background, the love from the new parents was so great it formed an almost impenetrable barrier surrounding them. But all peaceful things reach an end and theirs came from the knocking of a serving girl.

“My Lord and Lady…Pyke,” came a new voice, clearly disgusted by the act of referring a bastard as a lord, “if the Lady is presentable, the Queen Alicent would like to come in to see the child.”

“Oh yes!” exclaimed Doreah. “Please let her in! I would be most honored to have Alicent meet my sweet pearl!”

“My brightest coral, are you sure? You just went through birth. Queen or not, shouldn’t you recover before she asks your attention?”

Hotho Pyke was an impoverished bastard born from the Iron Islands. He knew how to predict wind patterns and navigate with the stars before he could write. His skills as a seafarer were so great that he caught the attention of Lord Corlys of House Velaryon who sat on the Driftwood Throne. But however impressive his skills were with a sail, there was still much to be desired with his knowledge of etiquette appropriate for the Royal Court of the Red Keep in the Crownlands. His raised brow and confused tone suggested that he believed his question to be one borne of common sense despite the horrified expressions on everyone else’s faces save for his wife.

“Hotho, ñuha jorrāelagon,” Doreah tiredly chuckled as she shook her head, “there is still so much for you to learn about the Red Keep. Please Jeyne, let the Queen enter. I want her to meet our pearl!”

Almost immediately, a heavily pregnant figure in resplendent green and gold came dashing into the room in hopes to be the first to reach the bedridden woman and greet the child.

“Doreah!” exclaimed out the queen, relieved that her dearest friend had survived the trials of birth with the result of a healthy child. “Let me see you! How are you? Are you sure you are well? Do you need anything for the pain?”

Doreah couldn’t help but laugh at the onslaught of questioning from her fretful childhood friend. Since they were still just young girls, Alicent Targaryen nee Hightower always worried about the seamstress’ health and wellbeing despite being a few years younger. She fondly looked back on the days when she and her would peacefully discuss about their days as they worked on their embroidery or took lessons from the Head Septa. Handing their daughter to her husband to hold, she reached out to her friend in attempt to soothe her worries.

“Alicent, I am fine. Truly, there is no need to fret so much.” Doreah reassured her friend before looking back to the love of her life. “Besides, I was never in any danger. Not with my brave Iron Knight by my side the entire time.”

Still holding their radiant babe, Hotho Pyke beamed at his wife’s tender words before laying kisses on her hands, her fingers, the top of her hairline, before eventually stopping at her lips.

Alicent, however, was less than pleased at the shameless display of affection shared between the couple.

“Ser Pyke,” – she refused to refer a bastard of all things as a lord – “surely you know that men are not permitted in the birthing room during the delivery. I thought that this was made clear to you when you first learned of your wife’s pregnancy.”

Not recognizing the insult in being referred as “Ser” as opposed to “Lord,” Hotho only took the queen’s words as a sign of worry for her favored companion.

“My mother would rise from her watery grave to string me by my feet and call me a cunt if she knew that I left my wife alone in bringing our child into the world. Besides, had I not been in the room, she would have let her vicious tongue loose on another unfortunate soul.”

“In any case, are you sure you should not be resting? You are carrying the King’s child, surely that takes priority over seeing me.” Doreah knew that this pregnancy had been particularly difficult for Alicent, recalling the many times she walked in on her kneeling before her chamber pots in emptying out the contents of her stomach.

“Nonsense,” replied Alicent, who shook her head at the statement, “there is no one more important to me at this moment than you, sweet Doreah. I just hope that your husband’s brash tongue does not influence such a young innocent.”

“Ah, no worries my Queen. The brashness of my tongue is no match for that of my wife. She proved that many a time in our quarters.”

The Iron Island-born bastard was promptly cut off by a swift slap on the arm from his wife.

Before Alicent could respond to such vulgarity, she was interrupted by the presence of another figure dressed in a gorgeous red and black dress patterned with masterful gold embroidery.

“Rhaenyra!” Doreah exclaimed in excitement, happy to have not one but two of her closest friends greet her daughter. “You did not have to come! Are you sure you are not currently preoccupied with your duties?”

“Oh, please,” the princess uttered, “what could possibly be more important at this moment than to greet the firstborn of Laenor and I’s closest friends?”

Walking over to Hotho’s side, Rhaenyra was entranced by the sight of the newly arrived babe. She could already see how you would grow to be the spitting image of your mother.

“May I hold her?” she asked with arms already reaching toward your father.

Looking back to his wife to make sure she approved of it, he carefully handed you to Rhaenyra – but not before he laid a dozen kisses on your face.

“Oh Doreah,” Rhaenyra softly cooed, “she is absolutely perfect. I can tell that she will grow up to be as kind and beautiful as her mother.”

“Oh, Rhaenyra,” tears filled your mother’s eyes at her friend’s kind words, “kirimvose.” She turned to Alicent, who was currently sitting beside the bed in a chair brought to her to ease the stress on her body from her third pregnancy. Your mother reached one arm to each of her friends as a way to show solidarity. “Thank you to the both of you. I would not be where I am now – so happy and full of love – without the both of you here to guide me through the Red Keep. I owe you two everything. I only hope that our children can remain as friends so that they will never know loneliness.”

If your mother knew of the cruel fate she thrust onto you with that wish, she would have given everything to the gods in hopes to free you.

Your father took you back into his arms before handing you once more to your mother. Although you had woken from your slumber, you made no noise. You only gazed at the figures surrounding you with wide and eager eyes. Ever so slightly, you reached out your hand to paw at the green fabric of the queen.

So young, and you already seemed to recognize the beauty in the custom-made garment.

Alicent laughed in a way that was so genuine that it seemed unfamiliar, fascinated by the fervent grabbing of her dress on your end.

“It seems that this little one will be a seamstress as well,” she stated as she reached forward to let you pull and tug at her sleeve in enraptured delight, “I can only imagine what talent she will possess.”

“What will you name her?” Rhaenyra asked, hoping that you will be blessed with a name with Valyrian roots.

But a shared glance between your parents showed that they had already decided a name for you far before this day.

“Ashirri, Ashirri Pyke” your mother confidently stated, “in honor of both our cultures.”

Your father grasped his wife’s shoulder in agreement. “We will never let our child feel she must restrict herself to one background. As her parents, we want to let her know that her world will be one of endless possibilities.”

On this day, Doreah Pyke gave birth to a child for her and her husband to raise. This child will be raised with so much love that it will not matter that you were born from two bastard parents, one from Essos and the other from the Iron Islands. No, you were born as a result of the love from two people from opposite sides of the world who miraculously found one another, and that was all that would matter in the end. Doreah would teach you an art that could only be made through masterfully crafted embroidery and needlework, while Hotho will teach you how to use the stars to navigate waters and open their horizons to an endless sea of possibilities.

And if you did not wish to become either a seamstress or a sailor, it made no difference to them. Westeros, Essos, the Red Keep, the Iron Islands – the world was your oyster, and you were the miraculous pearl.

Their child will not be like the close-minded fools of their homelands, but someone whose mind will be open to new opportunities and will never stop seeing the joy in discovering the unknown. And they would always be there to help guide you in any way the could. Nothing would ever come between the love your parents held for you.

If only the gods could allow for such happiness to last forever.

But dragons have a tendency to burn rather than create, especially ones with sapphire for eyes and strong blood in their veins.

Translations:

"Ao nādrēsy!" - You Bastard!

"Ziry's kesīr, īlva tala... Gaomagon ao ūndegon zirȳla, ñuha jorrāelagon? Jurnegon rȳ zirȳla! Iksis ziry daor se olvie precious riña emā mirre ūndegīon!" - She's here, our daughter. Do you see her, my love? Look at her! Is she not the most precious child you have ever seen?

"ñuha jorrāelagon" - my love

kirimvose - Thank you

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#house of the dragon #hotd #hotd au #house of the dragon x you #house of the dragon fic #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon x oc #jacaerys velaryon x reader #jacaerys velaryon x oc #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x oc #jacaerys x reader #jacaerys x oc #aemond x reader #aemond x oc #reader insert

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matts-k1tten · 2 months

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𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞. pt.4

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3

summary: y/n finds her boyfriend (now ex) Chris cheating on her at a party and vows to make him feel the way she did..

warnings: Slighttt angst very little, make outs (no actual smut this part sorry guys), arguing, foul language. That’s all I think lemme know if I missed anything.

green: Mia

pink: y/n

orange: Chris

blue: Matt

purple: nick

red: body guard

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“I have another idea.” Mia says from beside me.

I don’t even get to answer when she cuts me off.

“Before you say anything, I want you to be calm.”

I nod for her to keep going.

She takes a deep breath in. “So you know how Chris has brothers, right? One of his older brothers, Matt is one sexy motherfucker. So what I’m saying is, you fuck him since you want to hurt Chris. Sleeping with his brother will hurt, right?”

I laugh in her face.

“Mia! What makes you think I have a chance with Matt? He’s always busy and I haven’t seen him in months!” I say still laughing.

“Well I did a little research and found out that the triplets are going to an influencer party tonight!” Mia yells.

My smile fades “How the fuck?”

“Don’t ask I have my ways.” She says.

“So you want me to fuck Matt at this influencer party? After not seeing him in months? Plus, he probably won’t do it I JUST broke up with his bitch of a brother. Also that’s so risky! What if someone catches us?” I shout nervously.

“Figure it out or something! I don’t know!” She yells.

I groan “What time is it at?”

“9:00pm” She answers.

I look at the time. “6:22pm”

“Mia, if we’re gonna do this then I need to be fucking sexy at this party. Like magic mike type of sexy.” I voice standing up off the couch.

Mia laughs before speaking. “Matt’s type isn’t sexy like that, I mean part of it is. He like girls that don’t show off a lot and aren’t all over him for his attention.”

I look at her funny.

“Mia I have to be all over him for his attention, how else am I supposed to sleep with him?!” I yell.

She holds her finger up at my mouth to quiet me down.

“Shush, just be yourself and don’t over dress for this party! To get Matt’s attention, you have to be near him and be nonchalant. Act sexy flaunt your ass around, Matt’s an ass guy so wear something that compliments your figure.” She speaks quickly.

I think of something in my closet that I could wear to impress Matt without trying when Mia speaks again.

“Oh! and also ‘accidentally’ brush your ass on him when walking by him, he’d love that.”

I chuckle and shake my head.

“Got it!” I laugh and start to walk up to my room.

Mia follows quickly behind me.

“I actually have the perfect dress for this party!” I say opening my closet to look for it.

While i’m looking for it Mia turns on the tv to play music.

“Hey can I borrow one of your dresses cause I didn’t bring one when me.” She asks still looking at the tv.

“Yeah sure let me just find the dress I’m thinking of then I’ll find you one.” I reply still shuffling around my closet.

“Yes I found it!” I yell and throw it on my bed for Mia to look at and approve.

Mia drops the remote and starts to inspect the dress.

It’s this long sleeve dress that has the shoulders showing and lower stomach with the bottom piece short and tight.

“Yes this is perfect! Now find me one.” Mia demands.

“Fine.” I say pulling out another dress.

It’s a shiny short red dress with straps on the shoulders. Something simple.

“I love this!” Mia screams looking at the dress and pressing play on a song.

“Emo boy” by Ayesha Erotica starts playing.

I look at Mia with a small smile.

“Whatt??! It’s to get you ready for Matt!” She yells smiling widely.

I just laugh to myself and start getting ready.

It is now “8:47pm” and I’m about to be done with my makeup when Mia runs into the bathroom.

“Finish the rest of your makeup in the car, the place is 30 minutes away from here we have to go now!” She squeals.

“What the fuck why didn’t you tell me sooner?!” I shriek and start tossing my makeup in my makeup bag and carrying it with me with the rest of our stuff.

“I didn’t check!” She yells from down the stairs.

“What time are they gonna stop letting people in?” I yell from the top of the stairs.

“9:30-ish” She yells now frantically gathering her stuff.

“Fuck!” I clamor and run out the house.

Mia runs up behind me and locks the door on her way out.

Mia hops in the drivers seat and me in the passenger seat.

Mia starts the GPS and starts driving immediately.

“What the fuck.” Mia whispers.

We park and quickly get out the car. The building is huge and looks nice on the outside.

It is now “9:25”.

We run up to the entrance and get to the men letting the people in. There was No one in line since everyone has already entered.

One of the men sees Mia and I slowing down in front of them.

“Ah! Y/n Macy and Mia Lewis! We were just about to close the doors, come on in!” One of the men say as the other opens the doors with a smile.

We walk in and look at each other still catching our breathes.

We look forward and stop in our tracks taking in the view in front of us.

It looked nice on the outside I didn’t think it could look better in the inside.

The place was huge with an open space, high ceiling and had a huge bar in the far corner from where we’re at. There’s also a big enough living room to fit 12 elephants.

To the right is where all the drinking games are being held and right next to that are the huge stairs leading up to a beautiful second floor.

There’s a balcony to the far side of the room from us.

I look at Mia with her jaw is to the floor. I laugh at her and drag her to the bar

“If I’m gonna sleep with Matt then I need to be tipsy first.” I vocalize and start to pour some Hennessy.

“Yes! I fucking love Hennessy!” Mia cheers.

We click our glasses and down it.

Mia instantly gets energetic and starts to dance around.

I laugh at her and look around.

I make eye contact with Chris across the room.

He gives me a small smile but I just scoff and roll my eyes along with looking away.

He wears a sad face and continues to talk to the person in front of him.

I put my attention back on Mia and she’s also looking around the room.

“Oh oh! There’s Matt!” She calls out pointing in a direction.

I look towards the direction she’s pointing at and see Matt talking to a beautiful blonde with a smirk on his face.

I look back at Mia with a ‘really’ look.

She looks at me. “What?”

“Mia he’s talking to a gorgeous blonde! I told you this plan wouldn’t work, you see the look on his face?! He’s completely mesmerized by her!” I shout gesturing to him.

Mia looks down as if she was forming a plan in her head.

Her head snaps back up at me.

“How about this, I can distract the girl and while I’m talking to her you can ‘catch up’ with Matt.” She says with a small smile on her face.

I sigh.

“We can try.” I reply.

Mia smiles bigger and drags me up to them.

“Hey! You’re super pretty, I just wanted to come up to you and tell you that I love your outfit and-“ Mia’s voice starts to fade away as she brings the girl to another side of the room.

Now it’s just me and Matt.

“Hey Y/n, it’s been a long time! How you been?” Matt asks as he goes in for a hug.

“I’ve been better, you?” I respond and hug him back.

He pulls away and looks down at me.

“I’ve been alright, I heard about you and Chris. I’m so sorry my brother was an asshole to you.” He speaks holding my shoulders.

“It’s ok Matt, I’ll get over it.” I say forcing a smile.

“Let’s go sit down, we can catch up.” Matt suggests leading me to the balcony.

Matt opens the sliding door and walks through.

There was a couch to the left of the balcony so Matt led me there and sat me down.

“So where were we?”

Matt and I are laughing as I’m hitting his arm.

“I can’t believe she did that!” I shout and breath.

Matt is breathing heavy and laughing trying to calm down. Matt starts to calm down and looks at me.

I look at him dead in the eyes with a small smile.

I breathe in and look away.

“I have a question for you.” I state.

“What is it?” He replies.

“When was the last time you slept with someone?” I force out.

He’s still looking at me and doesn’t say anything. “A while.” he exhales and looks away taking a sip of his drink.

My eyes widen a bit.

“A while?” I repeat. He just nods without looking at me.

“You?” He asks.

“It was a week before me and Chris broke up, that’s the last time we slept together.” I answer.

It fell silent.

“I could treat you better.” He says so quiet I barely caught it.

My head snaps over to him. I sit up on my knees.

“Yeah?” I say quiet while crawling towards him.

He looks at me.

“Yeah.” He says before he leans in our lips crashing together.

I have no time to react once I process what’s happening my eyes flutter closed and our lips move perfectly together.

He places one hand on my cheek and one on my hips pulling me on his lap.

My arms quickly go around his neck as I unintentionally start grinding on his hard.

He pulls away.

“Let’s take this upstairs.” He says softly while rubbing my hips.

I nod and get off him.

I take his hand and lead him back inside. I see Mia still talking to that girl.

Mia looks at me and I smile at her widely and she does the same back.

I was to distracted with Matt that I forgot about why I was trying to sleep with him in the first place. I just wanted to, not to make Chris mad. I wanted to do it because I actually didn’t know how long I’ve been waiting for my chance with Matt.

I lead Matt to a huge empty bed room.

He closes the door behind us and pushes me on the bed quickly crawling on top of me.

He kisses me again but this time the kiss was more hungry and full of desire.

He pulls away again.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this.” He says in a low tone.

I look in his eyes, full of lust.

So are mine.

I smirk and quickly smash my lips against his.

He suddenly grips my hips making me gasp. He uses that as an opportunity to slide his tongue in my mouth.

His tongue starts exploring my mouth as if he’s trying to map me out.

Matt goes to take off my skirt but as his hand loops through my waist band, the door flies open.

Matt and I look towards the door and see Chris standing at the door way.

Neither Matt and I have tried to move out the position that we’re in, Matt’s hand is still in my pants and mine are over his neck.

Matt crawls off me and pretends to dust himself off.

I sit up and look at Chris with a shocked face.

Deep down, I’m loving my every second of this moment.

Chris’ face switches from shock to anger.

“What the fuck?!” He screams loud enough for the whole party to hear.

It was only Matt, Chris, and I on the second floor.

“C-Chris it’s not what it looks like.” Matt says while slowly stepping closer to him.

“Really Matt? It’s not what it looks like? It’s not that I saw you two run upstairs and you are now on top of her and you know I still love her!” He says impossibly louder.

Matt stops in his tracks.

“You-“ He swallows.

“You still love her? You didn’t say anything about that! Chris you cheated on her!” Matt shouts.

Chris stays silent as Matt goes on.

“I wouldn’t have slept with her if I knew that you still loved her!”

Chris opens his mouth to speak but closes it.

“Unbelievable.” Matt says under his breath and hits his shoulder as he walks away.

“Where are you going?!” Chris screams after him.

“I’m getting Nick, we’re going home! We’ll sort this out later!” Matt shouts back in an angry tone.

As Matt stomps away, I can see Chris’ hurt face.

He looks at the floor and that’s when I realize, I don’t only get back at Chris but I also made his and Matt’s relationship terrible and left it for them to sort out.

I quickly get up and speed walk by Chris.

I run down the stairs and try to find Mia, I see her still talking to that girl looking like they’re both having an amazing time.

Mia spots me and walks towards me.

She hops out her seat and tells the girl to call her later.

“So how’d it go? Did you ‘accidentally’ brush you ass against him?” Mia asks with a laugh.

I look at her with a worried face.

Her smiles fades.

“What’s wrong? Did something go wrong?” She asks frantic as we walk out the building.

“I fucked up.” Is all I say in a broken voice struggling to hold in tears.

“Tell me sweetheart, what happened?” Mia asks again as we reach the car.

I hop in the passenger seat and Mia in the drivers.

“I fucked up so bad, I didn’t even fuck Matt I wanted to but not because of Chris but because I realized that I’ve liked Matt.”

Mia moves her head to the side in confusion.

“I-I” I try to speak but some stray tears fall with me not being able to control it.

“shh shh it’s ok, breath talk to me.” Mia says softly while rubbing my back.

I take deep breathes before starting.

“Matt and I got into a bedroom but we didn’t know Chris saw us, also at that time I wasn’t even thinking about Chris I was just thinking of Matt and I. So when we got to the bedroom, we were doing the usual and then Chris barges in then they argued-“ I take in a deep breath.

“Then Chris revealed he still loved me and Matt got mad and said that they’re going home to sort it and when he left the room, I saw Chris’ face and that’s when I realized I fucked up their relationship.” I say quickly.

I breath heavily as Mia looks at me.

“Do you need me tonight? Cause I can stay with you forever.” She says softly.

I nod and she smiles and starts up the car.

It’s then I get a text from Nick.

Nick

What the fuck did you do?

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a/n: what we’ve all been waiting for!! I love leaving yall with little cliffhangers 😝😝. I know you little kitty’s wanted Matt in here so I’m just feeding you guys. Also guys, sorry it took me so long to post this I was just trying to make sure that it was perfect and long enough because I know that my stories aren’t that long.

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nicklesbam · 2 months

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Sleep

TW: angst, mental health issues

I know this isn’t the latest story you guys thought I would be posting but I know a lot of people are going through a hard time right now and so am I, I thought why not make something out of this feeling yk?

not proofread, I did all of this in about 30 minutes or so

Y/N POV

Sleep. Why do we need it? Is it the constant state of tiredness? An escape from reality? Who knows, all I know is I can’t seem to fall asleep

Throughout the days I get more exhausted, my smile starts to wear thin, and my eyes feel like they’re ablaze. I just want to stay coupled up in my room

But I can’t. Every day it’s another curse and everyday we kill it, it’s like a cycle on repeat day in and day out

“You look tired,” Gojo spoke as we were walking in silence beforehand. I just look to him, my eye bags giving it away, “have you been getting enough sleep?”

“I’m fine, I just didn’t get much sleep last night. I’ll go to bed early tonight” I lied through my teeth. I’m helpless, nothing feels how it should, nothing is how it should be. We continue to walk in silence back to jujustu high

Once I get back to my room I change and just lay on my bed. Why am I like this? I was just fine a couple days ago, so why now? I had so many unanswered questions

I kept up on my training as to not alert anyone of any implications that I’m not doing alright. I remember when Suguru Geto was still here, we used to be close. I remember what it was like to fight beside him, how we used to have fun along with Gojo but it’s in the past now. Now my future is full with cursed spirits

I dream of a place in my mind where I could go. I could just go and never have to worry about anything. I would have my best friends beside me and there would be no cursed spirits, everything would be perfect. It was a dream for a reason

I haven’t been able to bring myself to eat much, only what I need to stay alive. I’m in darkness and I don’t think anyone could pull me out, it’s too late. I curled in on myself under my blanket, sniffling for reasons unknown to me. Sometimes everything we do as sorcerers gets too much, it’s starting to get too much for me and it was too much for Suguru Geto. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I started to sob loudly under my covers

I heard the door open but I didn’t care, I had finally broke the tall standing wall I had put up. The person rushed to my side and lifted the blanket. Gojo stood there with a worried face

“Y/n! Are you ok?” His question just made me sob more. I couldn’t control myself at this point

“Is there something you need?! Something I can do?! Please! Tell me!” He doesn’t know what to do, I myself don’t know what to do. I just lay there a sobbing mess as one of my best friends stares at me with worry etched across his face

Suddenly another pair of footsteps sounds in the room. I can’t move, I can’t see who it is

‘Just leave! Please! I don’t want you to see me like this!’ I shouted in my head only for it not to reach my lips

“Y/n are you alright?” I recognized the voice as shoko. She tried to touch my shoulder but I shook it off. I wanted to scream, scream until my lungs give out, scream until I can’t breathe, scream until my best friend is back. My pillow was soaked with tears

Gojo hesitated as he moved closer to the bed. He lifted the covers and climbed in the bed with me while Shoko gave him a confused look. He moved closer to me until we were only a couple inches apart. He listened to me sob into my pillow, quieting my screams. If I could only see the hurt look on his face, I would’ve been broken for good. He suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist and brought me to his chest. One of his arms stays on my back as the other strokes my hair softly

“Let it all out.” Was all he said. I sobbed into his chest, my screams breaking both of their hearts as it is mine. Gojo let silent tears fall down his cheeks as he couldn’t help it, he already lost one best friend and he wasn’t ready to lose another

Shoko stared in concern at the scene in front of her not knowing what to do so she did what she could and sat on the bed next to us. She gently laid her hand on my back and rubbed soothing circles. Both of the physical sentiments seem to help calm me down, soon I was reduced to silent tears and hiccup breaths as I felt my exhaustion consume me

Gojo was panicking on the inside as he held his sleeping tear-stained best friend in his arms. He didn’t want to lose another friend, he’d already lost one and he wasn’t ready to let go of another. He held onto me as tightly as he could without hurting me. His tears still stream down his face quietly as he worries what my future could look like, a sorcerer? A curse user? ….Geto? He quickly ran the idea out of his mind

I fell asleep in the embrace of two of my best friends and I realized something. I may miss old memories, old friends but my most loved ones are right here with me. I can’t have time pass me by while I’m still stuck in the past, yes it takes time to heal and it can’t be done overnight but it has to be done or it’ll consume me

I avoided sleep for the longest time hoping I wouldn’t see his face. I always wondered how he felt in his final weeks before he turned to the other side until I realized, this is how he felt. He felt alone, he felt hatred, he felt sorrow. I don’t think there’s even a word for everything he felt. I felt horrible knowing one of the people I cared about most was suffering in silence for so long and we couldn’t notice

I felt grateful, grateful that I have friends who see me hurting and what I’m going through. Who don’t know how to help but they help anyways, that’s the kind of friends I don’t want to push away. I’m happy to know that I’m not alone through all of this and that if I need someone they’re always there

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jodsx1x · 11 months

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hi!!! can i ask for prompt 4?? love u 💞💞

''stop looking at me like that''

summary ❥: when you catch feelings for derek, you distance yourself in hopes that he will leave you alone so you can get over this crush. he does no such thing.

“do you want to come back to the loft after this?” he asks me, hope in his eyes that i might say yes. my heart screams yes, my head says no. i gulp, turning my face away from him as i say, “i’m sorry, i have a lot of studying to do” i reply, trying to act unbothered and natural. his eyes drop down to the table as he nods, “okay” with a lace of sadness in his voice.

my heart breaks, wanting nothing more than to go back to the loft and have one of our weekly movie nights. derek and i have been really close for over a year now, i called him my best friend. everything was perfect, he was perfect. he still is perfect. but that’s the problem. i had to be so stupid, and catch some stupidly strong feelings for him. knowing he only sees me as his best friend, i have to keep away from him to be able to get over these feelings.

just when i think i’m making progress, i see him again and all of those feelings flood back. so the thought of spending time alone with him freaks me out, knowing my feelings will only get stronger and stronger for him. i may even be in love with him. no. i can’t say that, it’s just a crush. it will go away.

focusing my attention back onto scott, i can feel dereks stare on my back. i take a deep breath, ignoring that feeling and ignoring his gaze. any normal person would just confess their feelings, and if they don’t feel the same way back, they get over it. but i can’t do that, because i won’t be able to even be in the same room as him if he rejects me.

scott finishes up his inspirational speech, meaning everyone started to pile out of the animal clinic. i start the small walk to my car, feeling somebody behind me. i turn my head quickly, looking at my follower.

of course. derek.

“you okay?” i say, fiddling with my thumbs.

“why do you all of a sudden not want to spend time with me? did i do something?” he spits out, a stressed look on his face. i cross my arms to protect myself, “you didn’t do anything. i’m just busy” i lied. well half lied. it’s not his fault i have these feelings. well maybe it is, because he’s too charming for his own good.

“do you forget that i can tell when you’re lying? we’ve been best friends for years, i don’t need supernatural hearing to know when you’re lying” he states, stepping closer to me.

i step back. “just leave me alone, derek. i’m fine” i say quickly, turning around and rushing to my car with tears welling up in my eyes. locking the doors, i sit in my car and cover my face. sniffling, i wipe my eyes and start the engine. driving past, derek eyes are on mine from his car, his brows furrowed and his eyes soft. he never liked when i cried, so i forced him a smile and sped off to my house.

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i place my laptop beside me on the bed, with a sigh. when i told derek i was studying, i wasn’t lying. i just finished up a 3 hour studying session and my head is throbbing. i turned up the volume on my tv, playing ‘friends’ my all time favourite comfort show.

i’ve never felt more empty than i do tonight. knowing that i could be with derek at his loft, in my happy, safe place. but instead i’m here, wallowing in my own feelings and misery. i’ve never felt this way about someone, ever. knowing i am going to lose him either way is more painful than i could’ve imagined.

i was brought out of my thoughts from a knock on my window. i furrowed my eyebrows, turning my head over to look outside. and there he is. propped up on the roof outside, tapping on my window as i slowly walked over. i sigh, opening the window.

“can i come in?” he asks, and my mind says to say no. tell him to leave.

“okay” i say, listening to my heart finally.

he climbs through the window, walking over and sitting on the edge of my bed as i shut the window and curtains again. ‘please talk to me’ he starts, with a pleading look on his face.

my arms fall from their cross over my chest as i let out a defeated sigh. i probably should just do it. i might feel better after admitting them to him.

‘look, i have a reason why i can’t spend time with you anymore. and if i tell you, i don’t even think you’ll want to spend time with me’ i say, with a glance at my feet.

‘you know nothing would ever make that happen for me, beautiful’ he says, clenching my heart.

‘i think it would, which is why i’m afraid to tell you in case the whole friendship gets ruined’ i say shyly, twisting my ring around my finger.

‘either way it’s ruined. if i leave now and we don’t talk about this, it’s ruined. so you might as well just tell me, and who knows, maybe i feel the same’ he says with the slightest smirk on his lips. i narrow my eyes at him, red tinting over my cheeks and nose.

‘what do you mean?’ i say, barely above a whisper.

‘i said,’ he starts, scooting closer to me on the edge of the bed, ‘maybe i feel the same’.

i gulp, suddenly aware of how close our faces are. he looks handsome tonight. he’s in all black, his hair a little messy over his forehead, green eyes a little red from the cold air.

‘stop looking at me like that’ he mumble with a small smile. i blush again.

‘why?’ i say back.

‘because it’s making me want to kiss you’ he admits, a small pink blush covering his cheeks. i made derek hale blush.

‘i wouldn’t stop you’ i manage to gain enough confidence to get that out.

he turns to me more, his hands gripping my hips and pulls me closer to him. his head starts to duck down to me, his pretty eyes fluttering shut. my hands move up to rest on his face, thumbs resting just on his cheekbones and my palms rested on his jawline.

i close the gap between us, lips parting as they touch but closing as they do touch. ohmygod. his lips are like velvet, soft and gentle. one of his hands trails up my back a little to pull me impossibly closer to him. i hum against his lips, hands wrapping around his neck.

my heart is beating faster than ever before. my face feels hot and i feel light headed. i’ve never felt this way with anyone before over a kiss.

he eventually pulls back for some air, resting his warm forehead onto mine as we catch our breath with giddy smiles on our faces.

‘if you couldn’t tell, i like you too’ he grins, pressing a small, chaste kiss to my forehead.

‘how did you know i like you?’ i asked, as his hands move from my wait to grip my own and interlock our fingers. he looks away for a second with a weird look on his face, ‘well i kind of had a talk with lydia’ he admits, side eyeing me as i furrowed my eyebrows.

‘the only reason she told me was because she knew i liked you too. she told me to come over and just do this, aren’t you glad she did?’ he says with a small smile, causing me to nod.

‘of course i’m glad’ i giggle. he pulls me closer again, hands looking behind my back, pressing another small kiss to my lips.

“so, does this mean i can call you my girlfriend?” he smirks. i go red, nodding embarrassingly quickly at him.

“hm. good” he kisses me again.

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a little random fic whilst i work through my inbox. thankyou for all the requests. i love you guys and i missed this.

#derek hale x reader #derek hale #derek hale imagine #teen wolf imagines #soft derek hale #teen wolf #derek hale promts #derek hale smut #derek hale x y/n #teen wolf smut

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fallingintoyourlilaceyes · 6 months

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I would do anything (modern!Professor!Daemon Targaryen x Student!Reader)

synopsis: You are in danger of failing your class, so you have to beg your professor for a way to prevent that from happening. Something he is more than happy to help with.

warnings: age difference, power imbalance, semi public sex, smut, oral sex (m recieving), p in v sex, afab reader, she/her pronouns

word count: 2.5k

taglist: @ajthefujoshi @urmomsgirlfriend1, @hopelesswritergall

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As you sit in front of Professor Targaryen´s Office waiting for him to call you in, you feel like in the beginning of a cheap porn movie. Your leg bounces up and down rapidly and you don´t even want to think about the reason why you are sitting here right now. You're grades are slipping massively and now you need to beg him for extra work or anything really to better them. Desperately so or your parents would kill you. And the worst part was, that it was all your fault. If you hadn´t gotten distracted you wouldn´t be in this situation. Fuck! You scream as loud as you can in your head.

Running a hand through your hair for the millionth time. Until finally the clicking sound of the door besides you can be heard and Professor Targaryen calls your name.

“Thank you for seeing me on such short notice. I know I could have come in during office hours, but I… I just couldn´t wait that long.” You say as your fingers pick at each other.

“It´s okay. Why don´t you tell me what you wanted to speak about?” He looks at you over the top rim of his glasses.

You take a deep breath, feeling your pulse between your legs at the sight. Daemon Targaryen was a good looking man. Aged like a fine wine more than anything. He had all of the female student body wrapped tightly around his finger, some of the guys as well probably and you were no exception for that. Damn it, but you had to concentrate right now. Distractions like this where the whole reason why you were sitting right here right now in the first place. He on the other hand seemed like he had exactly those distractions in mind exclusively.

“I am aware that I let myself get… distracted for a while and my grades have suffered from that. Badly. So I wanted to consult you about ways to bring them up again?” You can barely keep your eyes away from how tight his shirt sits over his chest.

“So much is true and I admire your determination to wanting to better yourself, but I fear I am not sure if I have that much extra work left so close to the midterms.” He folds his hands on top of the desk as he speaks and you have to pull yourself together not to drool over them then and there. His long fingers just had that effect. His own eyes rest comfortably on your figure. Running over the barely hidden swell of your breasts, the pooch of your belly, and the hint of firm thighs just under the hemline of the summer dress you decided to wear today.

“Please, professor. I´ll do anything you ask of me.” You plead. Close to falling to your knees and begging. Damn, you needed to get a grip of reality and you needed to do so fast. This wasn´t actual porn.

“Anything?” That word made his ears perk up in interest. Would you really do anything?

“Yes, professor. I swear I would do anything. I just need my grades to become better again.” You bite on your lower lip in an attempt to calm yourself. A seemingly innocent action that gets his blood flowing. Boiling. Directly all the way down to his core, making his cock stir in the tightening pants.

“Well, if you swear it… There might be a way.” His tongue darts out to wet his lips, at which you can´t help but feel your core clenching around nothing.

“Please, tell me professor.” You lean slightly forward in anticipation. Completely forgetting what you had decided to wear today, thus granting him an almost perfect look deep into your cleavage.

“Oh, fuck you calling me professor like it doesn´t turn you on just to say it.” He chuckles and shakes his head slightly. “Come here.”

Hesitantly you stand up and walk around his big desk. Watchful eyes never leaving him, as he pulls his chair back enough for you to take your place in the space under his desk.

“Kneel.” It isn´t a suggestion that passes Daemon´s lips. It´s a clear command spoken in a raspy tone and you are not about to disobey him. Not when the mere sight of him running his hand through his hair and readjusting his glasses drove a fire through your veins that could only be doused by his touch.

You bite your lip again as you settle down, looking at your professor through your thick lashes. Your hands immediately run up the inside of his thighs to open his belt. Pulling out his length, your eyes widen at the size of it.

“Do you like what you see?” He muses. Your only answer coming out in the form of a slow nod. However when your eyes meet his lilac gaze again and you see the look in it, your hesitation fades.

Leaning forward, you lick a stripe up his shaft to the tip. Watching his eyes shut you repeat the motion, letting your hands continue to caress his thighs. When his breath hitches at your ministrations you finally take him into one hand, spreading the fluid collecting at the red tip along it.

Letting your tongue swirl around it teasingly slow, you flutter your eyelashes up at Daemon. Waiting until one of his big hands found their way into your hair, holding it in a makeshift ponytail, to wrap your lips around his cock. By the way his hand flexes you can tell that he is holding back from pushing your head down. Breathing as heavily as you are as you take him further into your mouth with every time you move it down.

Once his cockhead hits the back of your throat, you let out a low moan. The vibration getting his length to twitch in your mouth, which in turn causes tears to burn in the corners of your eyes. If only you hadn´t worn makeup today. Your mascara would end up smudging for the whole rest of the school to see. Too bad you couldn´t give a shit about that little fact at the moment. The weight of his length on your tongue being absolutely distracting you from any coherent thought or concern.

Blinking the tears away you start bobbing your head up and down in a slow pace, the hand that still sat wrapped around his hardness, falling into rhythm with your head. Shifting your weight slightly you sit back on your haunches, hollowing your cheeks just to get another reaction out of him. Which you do this time in the form of a soft groan and his fingers pulling at your hair ever so gently. The dull pain that travels over your scalp from it pulls another moan from your lungs. This one louder than the last. Prompting his eyes to dart over to the door. Hoping that no one would hear, but also bucking his hips at the same time. For a split second the thought about this being wrong crosses his mind, but just as fast as it comes, it is replaced by how arousing it is nonetheless. Fastening the pace with which you bob your head up and down, you take Daemon in even further, swallowing around his thick length. Concentrating on how to breath, your eyes flutter close. Keeping your rhythm steady. Daemons groans come more frequent now. The heavenly sounds eliciting a whimper or whine from your side every single time. Your own arousal collecting between your thighs, sticking your panties to your core. The next time his hand tightens in your hair, you start to rub your wet core against your heel. It´s not something you control, but rather something that controls you. Leads you on your path towards relief as you bring Daemon there as well, but it isn´t enough. Nothing you could do to yourself could be enough, when you could have his touch instead.

As your whines of frustration grow frequent so does his hips bucking up into you. So you ignore the way your neck and jaw slowly start hurting and pick up your pace ever so slightly once more.

“Fuck… I´m so close.” Heavy pants leave his mouth.

His eyes return to lock with yours as hot ropes of cum shoot down your throat before he can even give you another warning. Leading him through his orgasm, you slow down the movements of your hand, before letting his cock out of your mouth with a wet pop. Panting heavily as you swallow and let your tongue swipe out to clean the remnants of his spent. Daemon thinks that just with this sight in mind he could die a happy man as he helps you stand up again. Leaning against the desk as your knees still slightly hurt from the hard floor. Both of you catching your breath for a second. Yet his erection didn´t seem to go away. If anything it throbbed even more with each passing second as his dazed, hungry eyes roamed over your body. Shining with remnants of his cum and your spit.

“Turn around.” His rough voice rings through to your foggy brain. One hand caressing over your jawline , neck and exposed collar bones.

You turn around immediately. Swaying as you do what you are told. Holding onto the desk, your knees wobble even more as Daemon stands to press up behind you. The hand that had before caressed your chin, now wanders up your back to grab the back of your neck. A surprised whine escapes your lungs at the sudden rough touch. The fire in your core churning, burning even brighter as he tears down the thin straps of the dress. Effectively exposing your whole bare upper body to him and anyone that might enter the room at any second. Instead of letting this stop the two of you though, it only turned you on more. Letting him push you onto the surface in front of you, you hastily push up the skirt of the dress and your panties to the side and spread your legs for him.

Daemon wastes no time in entering you. Sucking in a drawn out breath as your velvet walls surround his dick tightly in their wet heat.

“So tight…” He says breathily. Giving you barely a second to get used to the pain of the way he stretches you out.

Your back arches off the table so hard you feel like it will break under him rutting inside of you without abandon, turning the pain into delicious pleasure soon enough.

Daemon takes his free hand off your hip, where he had previously held you, to wrap it around your body. Bringing it down to your clit to rub fast circles into it. If it wasn´t for that hand you are sure you would fall to the ground with how weak your knees feel at his ministrations. Wobbling like they are made of jelly as he fucks into you like he is possessed.

“So… Good…” Your words come out in a hushed whisper. “Please.”

You don´t even have to finish your plea for him to understand. Daemons fingers rub even faster circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs, his hips slapping against your ass as he pistons inside of your wet pussy. The sounds your bodies create in the process so lewd and addictive at the same time, you think you will never forget them. When a particularly loud moan falls from your lips, the hand form your neck loosens too to clamp down over your mouth.

“Shit… Shh, or we will be caught and you don´t want that. Do you, good girl?” He rasps into your ear.

You shake your trembling head. A muffled “No.” Sounding through his long and thick fingers.

“That´s a good little slut. All nice and tight, doing whatever her professor wants her to do.” The words are taunting but the tone he says them in is so sweet and full of praise, your brain gets even foggier. You barely even realize the whimper of protest coming from you at the pet name.

“What? Are you not letting me fuck you for a better grade?” He chuckles, followed right by choked grunt as your cunt tightens around his length with the oncoming waves of an orgasm. “I thought so.”

Chasing that oncoming high your hips develop a mind of their own. Meeting his thrusts as best as they still can. The rhythm almost too fast to keep up. The whines and cries of pleasure from you come without pause now. Small tears trickling down your cheeks from the pure sensation of his fingers on and his cock inside of you. Every oh so little sensation, like his hot, heavy breath in your neck, are driving you further towards the edge and as he does so the walls of your hot core can´t help but flutter. Seemingly sucking him in even further and pulling him closer to the edge with you. Your moans turn frantic the closer you get. Glad for his hand over your mouth, as if had it not been there, someone would sure walked in on you two by now. Daemon is much better at controlling the volume of the grunts and curses that leave his mouth. His mouth that was so close to the most sensitive part of your neck.

”Fuck, fuck, fuck…” A string of muffled high-pitched curses makes its way through his hand. And with a few more thrusts of his hips dragging his thick cock over the spongy spot inside you, you fall over the edge hard. The waves of overstimulating pleasure pulling you under until you feel like you can´t breathe anymore. Daemon pulls your shaking hips close to his stuttering ones one last time and with a gasp he comes for the second time. Painting the walls deep inside of you with his seed.

Exhausted you collapse forwards onto the desk beneath you. The wood cold against your bare breasts. A happy, blissed out smile on your face as he removes his hand from your mouth to let you catch your breath. Staying inside of you until the two of you have calmed down enough to continue on.

When he pulls out you let out one last whine at the sudden empty feeling. Fixing yourself up again your eyes rest on your professor once more. An almost hopeful and ultimately satisfied expression shimmering in them as the two of you sit back down in your respective seats.

His eyes watch you even closer than before now. The way your thighs press together in an attempt to not let his cum drip out of you and onto the chair or anywhere else, the way your hands play with the hem of the dress again as you try to find the right words for this new situation.

“So, uhm…” You feel your face and décolleté burn with the awkwardness of the remnants of your previous doings hanging in the air and the question you feel like you have to ask, just to be sure. “So, can there be anything done about my grades?”

He runs his hand through his hair and readjusts his glasses again, before he speaks in a calm voice. “We most definitely can. And… if you come back tomorrow, they might become even better.”

With those words and a wink he lets you go.

#daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon x reader #daemon targaryen x you #daemon x you #daemon targaryen imagine #daemon imagine #modern hotd au #modern hotd #modern house of the dragon au #modern house of the dragon #hotd #house of the dragon #hotd fic #house of the dragon fic #hotd x reader #house of the dragon x reader #hotd x you #house of the dragon x you

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aurora-sturniolo · 4 months

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Best Friends Boyfriend Pt. 1

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: y/n x chris sturniolo 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: chris might be a bad boyfriend, but y/n becomes a much worse friend after falling for her best friends boyfriend. 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: no smut yet - swearing/suggestive?

*not proofread*

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“This dress would make your boobs look great”

Ever since Hazel started dating Chris at the beginning of our Senior year, she has been all over me trying to find me a boyfriend. Every single party we have gone to has consisted with her throwing random guys at me hoping i’d connect with one eventually. I can’t blame her, she was my bestfriend and I knew all she wanted was to see me happy.

“I am absolutely not wearing that dress, and I am not going out tonight come on” I groaned, rolling onto my back on the bed. “Look Chris invited us and it’s going to be huge, everyone is celebrating the beginning of winter break” she grinned, pouting her lips and starring at me. “You know I don’t like to drink, plus every party ends up with me driving all of you guys back home drunk while you and Chris are practically fucking in the backseat of my car” I sighed sitting back up.

While I wasn’t necessarily best friends with the triplets, I would say we were friends considering how much time i’ve spent dropping off Hazel at their house. She refuses to drive so that automatically makes me her designated driver.

“Please, tonight will be different y/n I promise you and if you really aren’t having fun you can leave or never come with me again. Come tonight, for me” she smiled looking up at me from the floor. “Fine” I groaned as she squealed and instantly jumped up. “Only if I can borrow that dress” I smiled.

I can’t even lie, the dress did make me look great. It was light pink with a small bow attached to the front. The dress was extremely tight, but it fit me perfectly. My hair perfectly clashed with the dress and I knew the perfect heels to wear with it. If I wasn’t going to have a good time, atleast I was gonna look hot.

“Hurry up they’re waiting for us” I screamed at Hazel from downstairs. My phone was already blowing up from the groupchat with the guys. They were wondering how far away we were and when we would be there. “They can wait” she smiled as she came downstairs, still trying to put her shoes on as we were walking out the door.

It didn’t take long until we were outside the Sturniolo’s home. The sun was just beginning to set as we walked up beside eachother to their door. Before I could even knock, Chris was opening the door reaching smiling. “You look so good baby” he grinned, scooping Hazel up showering her in kisses. “Okay okay, I get it you guys are young and happy and in love no need to make me more jealous, now let me inside” I groan, pushing my way inside. “Someones mad she gets no dick” Chris blurts out laughing. “Chris!” Hazel giggling, slightly hitting his chest as she laughs.

I walk inside, greeting Matt and Nick who waiting inside ready to go. They were dressed way more casual than Hazel and I, only wearing some shorts and a t-shirt. “I feel overdressed” I say, crossing my arms in front of me. “You look good y/n, relax” Matt assures with a slight smile.

While Chris was off limits, that didn’t mean Matt wasn’t. I couldn’t lie, they both were really hot but with my best friend dating one of them, it felt awkward inserting myself or trying to flirt with them. That’s why I was strictly friends with them, always just kind of existing alongside Hazel.

“Who’s driving” I question as everyone finally makes their way inside and into the kitchen. “Me” Chris says, walking over and grabbing the keys out of my hands. “Not so fast, that means your not drinking, since when do you not drink at a party, let alone the biggest one of the year?” I chuckle. “Since I decided I didn’t want to drink tonight, got any more questions?” he spits back. “Nobody cares, let’s go it’s getting dark” Nick blurts out, walking towards their car in the garage. Everyone makes their way into the garage while I run back to my car in the front to grab my purse and lipgloss I forgot. When I walk back inside, Chris is standing by the front door waiting for me.

“God you scared me, why aren’t you in the car I just had to grab something” I say, closing the door behind me. “I forgot something in my room, I heard you coming back inside” He shrugs. I begin to walk away when I turn to hear Chris say something. “You do look good y/n, i’m sure you’ll find someone to fuck wearing that dress” he grins walking towards the garage.

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo smut #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo

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neo404 · 2 months

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Accidental Confession

Summary: you are friends with Matt, Nick and Chris; one night playing fortnite with Chris, you tell him about your crush, he asks you about them and discovers your crush is actually his older brother nick. you talked about wanting to ask him out on a date but being way too scared to ask him out, not knowing that nick was actually hanging out in Chris' room hearing all the conversation...

Warnings: swearing

Note: this is my first time publishing something pls be kinds, also english is NOT my first language, so excuse any mistakes ); pls

Your pov

"Dude, I can’t believe we fucking lost that round, that kid was insane". Chris sounds in my headphones as I stretch my arms a bit and let out a sigh.

"Yeah, it’s a bummer, I still wanna play a bit more, or are you tired?" I look at the clock in the corner of my monitor it reads12:36 it’s not that late but still I wanted to be sure.

"No, I’m fine, I can play for a while. So, how was your day?"

"Great, just the normal stuff" I say as the loading screen changes to the actual game. "I talked with my crush a bit, that was cool"

"What? wait, you have a crush?" Chris sounds between confused and exited.

"Yes? well, it’s more than that, I really like them."

"How come I didn’t know about this??" I grab my control when the game starts and play as I talk.

"I don’t know, I haven’t really told anyone, it’s kind of dumb really"

"Why would you say that? I mean, I’m sure your crush would like you back" I hear rustling in the other side of the line, a little thud like someone got up from a bed or a chair quickly and Chris mumbling.

"I just don’t think he likes me back, he’s so cool and handsome, also very popular, I’m sure he wouldn’t pay attention to me"

Nick’s pov

"Nick, shut up, imma play fortnite with y/n." I lower the volume on my phone and look at Chris' monitor, y/n's and Chris profile pictures filling the screen with the typical close call and add people settings at the bottom.

I look at y/n's photo and smile, it’s a good photo, I took it myself when we went out to the park a few weeks ago. I shake my head as I hear Chris scream something about winning all the round and doing a bet with y/n, I start scrolling again in my phone.

everything was normal until I hear Chris say "What? wait, you have a crush?" and I sit up in the bed, what is he talking about? is he talking about y/n? does he have a crush on someone?

"Who is it?" I whisper to Chris, concerned, nervous, what if it isn’t me? am I being overdramatic?

"Why would you say that? I mean, I’m sure your crush would like you back" Chris says and I can’t take it anymore, I stand up and almost trip with a wire that was laying across the room, and walk besides Chris I lean close to his headset so I can hear what they are talking about, this kid really needs to lower the volume of those things.

Your pov

"Maybe, I don’t know. we are just such good friends, also we have lots of friends in common, I don’t want to like ruin our friendship or anything" Chris just hums and I keep talking

"But sometimes he gives me mixed signal, like he grabs my hands or tells me I look handsome when I ask him to take pictures of me or gives me his hoodies when I’m cold and forget mine... but maybe he's just being friendly and I’m crazy" I let out a sigh as the screen displays the winning screen, we actually won a round tonight.

"But you'll never know unless you tell him"

"I have been thinking about it, I’m just too nervous to do it, also I want it to be perfect that’s why I wanted to talk to you about it" I start to get a little nervous, I know Chris could keep a secret, but this was different, it was about his brother, what if he doesn’t want me to date him? what if Nick already likes someone else?

I hear Chris chuckle "why? do I know him?"

"Yeah, really well, I mean, you grew up together"

"What? do you like-..." he doesn't get to finish the sentence, I cut him off.

"Nick. I like Nick..."

There is silence, I freak out a bit.

Nick’s pov

did I hear that right? y/n likes me? I look at Chris dumbfounded, the boy I have been annoying my brothers with how much I liked him and how perfect, handsome, smart and cute I thought he is likes me back.

"No way" I say out loud.

Chris tries to silence me but it’s too late, the microphone picked my voice up. I hear y/n freak out a bit, I can imagine him flustered and shocked, exactly how he gets when I compliment his outfits or his hair. I hear Chris apologizing and saying he didn’t mean to; he didn’t know it was me.

"I thing you two maybe... need to talk about this?" Chris laughs a bit, turns off his microphone and tells me to go to my room, I nod and rush to my room to open y/n's chat, I don’t know what to say, I type and erase everything. I don’t know if I should text him or if he will text me, I roll around in the bed restless waiting for a notification.

Your pov

"CHRIS WHAT THE FUCK??" I yell to the screen

"I’m sorry dude, I didn’t know, I mean, maybe I knew but I wasn’t with a bad intention, Nick was just here and I didn’t think he would listen"

"Shit, shit... it's okay... what do you mean you knew??"

"I mean, you two are like crazy for each other. no offence but it was getting stupidly crazy how you two are just blind, like the way you look at each other, talk, and fucking blush... insane."

"What? no, Nick doesn't... does he?" I cover my face with my hands and let out a groan, I’m so fucking stupid.

"I think Nick is waiting to talk with you, you guys should talk, it will be all right, I promise, he doesn’t stop talking about you. good night"

"Good night, Chris... thanks" I hung up the call and put my head set on the table, closing all the tabs in my computer and shutting it off. I throw myself into the bed, grab my phone and call Nick.

it rings once, he picks up, and doesn’t say anything.

"Hi..." I say quietly "I didn't know you were there; I understand if you don’t feel the same way..."

"don't fucking start with that bullshit y/n, I like you, you idiot" my face heats up, I let out a big sigh so relief.

"Oh my god, I was so scared... so, would you like to go out tomorrow?"

"Are you asking me out on a date?" Nick is smiling, I can’t tell from how his voice sounds

"Yes, of course I am, dinner and maybe movies at my place, whatever, I just want to see you"

"Yes, to everything."

"All right then, see you tomorrow then. I’ll go pick you up at 7:40"

"Sounds amazing, good night" he hangs up, I can’t stop smiling, I text Chris, he sends me a picture of Nick entering his room with a wide smile on his face and Matt behind him with a smirk.

I better sleep quickly to see him sooner.

I’m so lucky, he likes me back.

#nick sturniolo x you #nick sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo x male reader

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pursuitseternal · 2 months

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“Feeling:” angst, romance, flashbacks, comfort… update to “Our Blood is Thicker”

Astarion x Tav (Cordehlia) | E | 4.5K of angsty flashbacks and romantic comfort

Cover art by @marimosalad 💞

Summary: Baldur’s Gate looms before them, where so much awaits them: Cazador, the Absolute, and the source and secret of Cordehlia’s long-lasting hatred of him. Where her love turned to grief, and grief turned to rage.

CW: cuddling, flashbacks, angst angst and more angst, grief, tragic revelations, hurt comfort, two lovesick idiots finally getting closer… while they still can.

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Chapter 15: Feeling…

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She could see the heat rising from it, the City. Baldur’s Gate, a sight she had sworn never to see. Not since she had last ventured this way, heavy with broken heart and the weight of lost souls in her heart.

But fates change, fortunes rise and fall. Now Cordehlia sat on this watchtower wall, the very reason for her anger and hatred and vow to never set foot here again had his arm wrapped snug around her waist. Astarion pulled her into his lap, face turned towards the sun as his crimson eyes watched it set over the sea.

Her heart rapt hard in her chest. There was so much ahead of them, so many battles to fight and enemies to slay. But for now, he just held her as the light faded into sparkles on the waves. His eyes were wide with wonder, and she realized in that moment, he hadn’t seen a sunset near the city for almost two-hundred years. Not since….

“Not since those days of Magistrate have I seen the sun, let alone allowed myself to watch it settle into the Sea…” he sighed, snuggling her closer into his chest, tucking her fiery red head under the dip of his chin. “This is what we always dreamed of, isn’t it… the allure of the city, the chance to be together at long last….”

His voice, usually purring in seduction or acerbic in sarcasm just flowed over her in warm tender words, just as he used to back… back home.

“We are a might bit different now than we would have been,” she replied, a bit sharper, a bit more bitter than he was.

He turned slowly, thick lips smirking as he caught her chin in his gentle hold. “We both have a little more bite now, don’t we, my love?”

Cordehlia ran her thumb over his lips, slipping inside to brush his fang gently. “There is so much ahead of us here. Challenges… danger… blood.” Her voice was distant, so many thoughts swirling behind the shining silver of her eyes.

Astarion smirked against her palm, trying for flirtatious, for a hint of playful seduction to soothe her. “But darling, we like blood,” he teased.

A half-hearted laugh, she pressed closer against his body. Wishing he was warm.

“Cazador will be seeking you back even harder now, my love…” she whispered, worried about even mentioning the monster’s name.

“Let him,” he shrugged, every muscle in his hardened body tightening. Ready to spring. “I am more than powerful enough to take him. With our tadpole, he can’t compel me, can’t force me to…” Astarion swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing against the top of her head, “to do anything.” He finished, so many things unsaid in that silence. “I’ll be free,” he purred, lifting her sweet face up for him to lose himself in. “We’ll be free, Cordehlia.”

She pressed her lips against his, a soft kiss, more affirming and loving that words could say.

He sighed, letting his fingers fall from under her chin. “You really are perfect, every time, my love.” That raking smile twisted his face, more of his taunting, jeering nature coming out to play. “And besides, I can’t wait to hear Cazador’s screams and smell his blood once we finally kill him. All we need to do now is find where this… Rite… is taking place, and,” he arched that left brow, cunning and mischievous, “if we can take a bit of that power and immortality for ourselves.”

“Astarion, always the ambitious,” she shook her head. “Magistrate, High Lord… no those titles are beneath you,” Cordehlia needled back, mocking and whining as if he were a child. “No, no… Lord Astarion, Vampire Ascendant…”

“You must admit,” he let out a heavily dramatic sigh, “it does sound so nice.”

“Hmm,” she patted him on the cheek, “one thing at a time, love. Devilish pacts and profane rites are not like bargaining for a better deal at the fish market.”

Astarion snickered, “That’s your elvish wisdom, is it? I’d prefer power over a nice cut of cod any day. Why don’t more people talk about the wisdom of the vampire?” He faked a pout, like the petulant child she sometimes still caught glimmers of beneath the man she loved.

“Because the extent of your wisdom, Astarion is ‘See a problem, stab the problem, get rewarded for solving the problem.’ That’s not wisdom,” Cordehlia placed a hand on his chest as he started to lean into her, his body winding tight as if he were about to throw her on her back and have his way. But she shoved hard enough to keep him at bay. “It’s the ambition of the vampire, my love. And you’ve always had an ambitious streak in you.”

She gazes at him a little pointedly, a little bitter, just a spark of that anger in her face that he remembered from first finding her once more. “I take it you worry about my ambitions, darling.”

“I have the right to worry.” She kept that hand on his chest. “You’ve hurt me before,” she quirked a brow, taunting, “remember?”

“A low blow, but a valid one,” he sighed, exasperated. “I do remember, and yet…” he forced his face into hers, looking closely. “Why do you look like you hate me… like that day you found me on the beach?”

A shaking, chest rattling breath made her quake in his arms. “Because I vowed never to come back to this city, to never step foot in Baldur’s Gate again after what I went through…. Over you.”

Dexterous, roguish fingers caressed the back of her neck. “Are you going to tell me? Or are you going to show me?”

She could feel the wriggling of his tadpole, calling to hers, begging to let him enter. She looked into his eyes, forcing them open before she allowed him in her memories. “Perhaps it’s better you know… but remember, I’ve since learned the truth, since learned about your own darkness and suffering. And now, you’ll see why I became all I did. Why I hated you….”

“So long as it’s past tense, your hatred, my love, then hide nothing from me….”

Minds crashed, faced whirred in his vision as he saw her memories from centuries before….

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It hurt. Unbearable. His parents already gone… disappeared probably from their own griefs. Left and never came back. Swallowed by their loss or to the violence of the City—a cautionary tale for her people to keep to themselves, to quit the alliances and deals their High Lord and Lady had insisted on forging with the powerful Patriars and Council Members of Baldur’s Gate. And now they were gone too. Their line with them.

Of course Father was worried the same would befall her, a constant niggling dread inside her mind as she crossed into the gates of the Lower City.

She kept her eyes down the whole way here… ignoring every vendor along the Southspan, every prostitute and pleasure seeker that stumbled out of the Flophouses and brothels, and every Flaming Fist that didn’t ask for her papers as she made it through Wyrm’s Rock.

Her booted feet hurried all the more at those sultry voices that called to her from those pleasure houses. Every grunt or sigh or ‘darling’ was a slice across her heart.

The reminder she would never hear him again. Never see him again. Never hold him, or kiss him, or taste him, or…

Gods, it was too much to bear. She collapsed against the alley wall. Her world spun, the ground falling out from under her as she shuddered and sobbed.

“Astarion,” she whispered his name into the palm of her hand as she tried in vain to force it back inside. The Magistrates offices were ahead, just around the corner. So close, and yet so far. Their letter, perfunctory and businesslike, detailed the facts of his murder, requesting someone to finish the matters associated with Astarion Ancunín’s death. Someone needed to collect his things, to pay his fines and check his burial.

His grave.

A responsibility falling to her in the aftermath of his parents’ disappearance.

On her, his betrothed.

Well, not betrothed anymore.

It had already been months, nearly a year. Matters had to be closed, fines paid for services rendered.

She shuddered, the sun beginning to fade behind the tall structures of the City. Night would fall soon, and yet somehow it wouldn’t be as deep as her grief, as dark as heart grew now that she was here.

One hand steadied on the wall, willing her body to rise, her feet to walk. She needed silence, someplace quiet and… drawing up short, she realized where she stood, the open maw of the cemetery to her right. It was like her own heart stopped beating the second she stepped foot on the buried dead. It would have to be here… the letter had said.

She forced her stinging, tear-blinded eyes to scan every name.

A chill set in the air as the sun sank lower, as she turned down a row of headstones, her heart aching with each new name. Aching more and more. Until she found it in the back corner of the garden, the grass already grown over the dirt of his grave, little vines already creeping up that carved stone.

His beautiful name above where his beautiful body was laid to rest. She just… wanted to touch him again. To hear his inane giggle. To press her lips against his. To taste the salty tang of his cock one more time….

She didn’t know when she had laid on the ground, or when the sun had set. Didn’t know when the moon had risen or the grass beneath her body had grown cold.

Shivering, she needed to find a warm meal and a warm bed for the night. The Elfsong wasn’t far, she could stumble her way there before she passed out.

But that would mean leaving him.

Saying… goodbye.

She pressed her cold fingers to her lips, squeezing her eyes shut. Imagining they were his elegant fingers, one last time. Reaching for the stone, she pressed her kiss against his name carved for the ages and eternities. “Goodbye, my love,” she managed to say.

Rising to her feet, somehow she made it to the firelight and music of the Elfsong… packed to tightly with bodies, she struggled to make her way inside to the keeper behind the bar. “Saer, I require a room for the night.”

“Full up for another hour yet,” he huffed, wiping out the inside of a tankard. He gave her a salacious wink. “Rooms are in high demand this time of night. But one of my regulars will be done soon, he never stays long before draggin’em off back to his place…”

Her stomach flip flopped. She could have wretched up her guts right then and there.

“No,” she breathed deep and pulled her shoulders back as her father had taught her. “I’ll not sleep in someone else’s mess. I can find other accommodations.”

The barkeep shrugged. “Suit yerself. I doubt it. But I’ll save your place for next, once he’s done. One room in an hour for the pretty, red-head she-elf…” Cordehlia stamped away in a disgusted huff.

A fire in her belly, she bought herself a pie from a vendor, letting it settle uneasily in her stomach as she tried for another room.

Nothing. Not a single spare place to hire out for the night that wasn’t already bought and paid for or used for prostitution.

This miserable city… she cursed it in her heart. Hating every cobblestone, loathing every drunk stranger that scattered before her. This cesspit that took her love. The corruption that sank him into the earth itself.

She would be gone tomorrow, never to return. Take the cold comfort of his possessions and pay his fines and begin to bury the memory of him. As if she ever could.

But at least back with her people, with her Father, she could remember him as he was to her, not as one lost soul trying to find his way in this filth. That was the curse of the elves of course, their memory. That every night she could relive their youth, their love… all their firsts. As if he never left her. Turning back to the Elfsong, she resigned herself to that disgusting fate. At least she could demand clean bedclothes, losing herself in trance to the memories and to her love for Astarion. It was bittersweet relief.

Already she could feel the strength of her memory almost conjuring him. She could almost hear his voice in the streets, almost see his pale face and pretty eyes and wicked smile in the faces of strangers. By the time she had to face the Elfsong barkeep again, she merely passed him her coin.

“I knew you would return, what’s another Elf’s money after all…” he waved her to a stack of laundered sheets by the stairs. First door on the right… it was easy to find.

But then she froze the second she shut the door to the little bedroom.

Was her memory so strong… what her grief so fraught… her heart so broken?

The room smelled like him.

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She could sense his… disgust. His self-loathing and pain and confusion. As if he witnessed his own memories through another’s eyes.

She pulled him back deeper into her thoughts, a new, darker, more jaded feeling overwhelmed Astarion now. Grief piled upon grief.

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“I fucking hate it here,” Cordehlia growled under her breath. It was only to herself, but she liked the sound of vitriol in her voice all the same. She sat in a booth at the Elfsong as she had all day. Waiting. Watching. That human spy was supposed to be here… was supposed to come and give the information needed to fight off those Orcs on the southern border of her people’s lands. Where their camp was… how many their forces made… weapons, spells, war machines… that sort of thing.

All the things she had learned to take stock in, to measure before battle, just as her Father once had.

Once had, until he had fallen to Ketheric Thorm and his Dark Justiciars. But that pain was too fresh. Less than a year ago, now. Not that the Elfsong was filled with happy memories, not this City. Not the one that still made the scars on her heart sore from the last time she entered these sin-slick walls.

Astarion, she kept herself from saying his name out loud.

She would clear off his grave later tonight, once the matter was closed and the deed was done. Never again would she mention him. Her long, elven memory grew heavy under the weight of her sorrows. Orphan and widow.

Orphan—mother dead almost at birth, father, unburied on some cursed lands not far from here.

And widow, well almost a widow. No vows had been made other than the ones they forged wordlessly that night. Her body once touched, her virginity taken long ago. No one had even come close to that once more. Nor would they again.

It would have to be enough. Her heart would never love again.

Not when she was so needed by her people.

Her people had lost a High Lord and Lady, lost their promising young Lord to be next in line. With her Father’s death, they lost their steadfast, valiant hero of a General.

But Cordehlia was neither, neither Lady nor General; she was all that remained to lead in these matters.

No hero, but an assassin. No lady, a weapon. All her silken gowns had been long traded for armor at her Father’s side since Astarion’s death. And now… sharp, cold things were all that remained.

It was all she was now too.

Shaking her head, she scanned the room, piercing eyes peering into every table, looking for her contact. He would be here soon, and she needed to keep her head, slowing her sips of Ithbank. No matter how badly she wanted to drink into a stupor and pass out on his grave.

Maybe she would be with him again then…

“Fuck,” she cursed, slamming the glass down. And then she reached right for the green glass necked bottle of the vintage to take a swig.

It might be a long night of just waiting and watching. If she had to watch one more couple meander up those stairs, groping each other, to return moments later disheveled, she might throw her most precious dagger between their shoulder blades and be done with it.

What good was it, giving that to someone without meaning… closing her eyes, she swallowed again another bursting, dripping mouthful.

But it didn’t matter. Not even laying with him when it mattered most, not even that mattered any longer. These idiots would only live to regret their proclivities. Fools.

Better to have loved and lost than never…

Wait.

Her ears piqued in the din. A giggle. A man’s giggle.

It was familiar. Painful. She gazed across the dim tavern shaking her head to dismiss the thought. No, no. Just her bedraggled mind playing tricks on her. Just the wine resurrecting ghosts.

“Lady Corvus,” a voice whispered, the cloaked mortal sitting himself opposite her. Cordehlia nodded, careful not to smile too broadly at the use of her new title. “Here,” he whispered. Passing a scroll across the table. “Battle plans, maps, estimations of their forces, it’s all there, my lady.”

“You have been of great service,” she chimed in silken tones. Her hand set a small purse within the man’s reach.

“Thank you, my lady,” he nodded under his hood. “This place ain’t for the likes of you. You best be going, best be careful. There are rumors that the Pale Elf is around here tonight.”

She quirked a brow. “And?” She scoffed, “Is he some traitor? Some assassin come to kill me?”

“Not with blade, but he’s known for taking pretty things like you to play with… giving them a little death. Not the kind you deal, my lady.”

Cordehlia jolted at that, flinching as if smacked in the face.

“Don’t worry, my lady, I doubt he would be to your liking. You’re too fearsome, too intimidating to fall for his easy seduction.” The human’s mouth smiled under the hem of his hood before he stood, leaving as quickly as he came, one coin purse heavier than he arrived.

Cordehlia pocketed the scroll, taking a moment to first break open its seal and memorize it. Just in case.

It’s what her father would have done.

But as she prepared herself to leave, taking that wine bottle with her, she heard it again.

That fucking giggle.

And this time, it was no trick of the wine or memory. She paused, turning to search the opposite side of the tavern. Instantly, she froze. One shadowed booth, its occupants obviously intertwined. One man’s head being pressed lower and lower… the other, though he laid deeper in the shadows, was giggling at the nipping caresses.

His pale face was tilted away, but she knew that frame… that tousle of silver hair thrown back in ecstacy. His sharp chin, well cut jaw… his long, lithe fingers pushing that man’s head deep into his lap.

Glass shattered at her feet. Her wine bottle decimated as it slipped from her grip.

All she saw was red. Bloodied crimson at the sight of him.

Not dead.

Not alone. Not grieving and pining and lost adrift.

No. Being pleasured, Astarion the Pale Elf. “Fuck,” she growled, grinding the glass under her heel, pretending that the red wine at her feet was blood.

So blind, so lost to her sadness, she failed to see truth. So eager to give away her heart and soul and body. Little did she know all she gave him was a taste for more.

And not more of her. Not more to serve their… her people.

A fake death, an endless parade of lovers in her wake.

He might as well be as good as dead.

Her hand twitched on the hilt of her blade. Her head cocked to the side as she… considered. It would be quick to draw her knife out. To dampen these floorboards with more that ran red than wine.

But something stayed her fist, something kept that silver blade etched with her insignia of a crow buried inside its scabbard.

The ghost of her love for him couldn’t let that dagger sate its taste for blood. Not his.

“Fuck,” she growled again, striding away for the stables. She would not rest tonight. Ride until dawn. Push herself until that blade did taste blood.

Blood of Orcs and enemies. Flesh separated from bones until they were picked clean in the battlefield.

Enough blood until her body could finally go numb and her ears deafen to the sound of his giggle.

Of his pleasure. With many others.

Astarion’s mind swirled through more visions, half aware of his own feelings, own memories of that dark time.

She hated me… he hissed to himself, a bit in shock. Taken so far aback at the feelings that surfaced in her memories. He pushed harder, searching them, seeing how far that hatred went.

He saw… himself. The wreckage of the Nautiloid burning in the distance. Cocky, threatening on the beach, arms wrapped around that body he no longer knew.

A body he once knew carnally each and every night.

Her memories could have been tinted in red, the wave of anger, of shock and betrayal poured into his heart at the sight of… himself.

He was so cold, calculating. Aloof and mean. He felt it in her body, that longing to put herself out of misery by snatching his own dagger and slitting that beautiful pale throat she once nuzzled against.

How many lips had kissed him there… how many other faces pressed against that beat of his heart in his artery.

But no. Even when her hand did reach her own weapon, those fingers softened as she looked into his now crimson eyes.

“Fuck,” she had thought. Agreeing to let him be her companion. Unable to kill him or turn him away.

So she suffered.

Day. And night. Drawn like a moth to his flame to be so close again. Hating the fact that she couldn’t just be done with his presence. Hating the fact he couldn’t remember her…

But those little changes in him had softened the hatred, drawing question after question to her mind instead.

Why… why crimson eyes… why would an elf lose all his memory, the blessing and curse to his elven kindred… why those scars on his neck and his cold touch…?

She had pieced it out so early on. Vampire. But not so powerful… a spawn then. She had slept with a stake in her bed since that first night. Just in case.

Her love may have still been an ember, fighting for air to burn again in her heart, but her trust had long been extinguished.

He felt that hatred sink deeper again, watching how he had flirted with Shadowheart, playing on this confession of their past. Manipulating her, crafting the perfect tension to make her give him what he wanted.

He was so good at it. Save for the fact he underestimated that burning hate.

But Cordehlia had underestimated that ember of love. The moment he woke her in her bedroll, fangs at the ready, a stake pressed at his side, she had never hated him more. Not since that first night in the tavern when she saw him again… thinking him worse than a traitor.

She had been so close. So close to shoving that stake in his undead heart, putting herself out of that misery, misery she couldn’t endure much longer. It would have been the just thing after what he had done to her to take his life, undead or not.

But her heart won. That voice in her memory, his voice, made her recall his violet eyes and easy smile. His voice had stayed her hand again. It was a voice that long ago had hummed softly as her head rested in his lap, body warmed by the sun and the last throes of her pleasure at his fingers.

It was his voice that whispered to her that these weren’t his sins, that something here was more at fault than unbridled lust and a penchant for manipulation.

He wasn’t to blame.

But he would need to stay alive for her to learn why not.

So she let him disarm her, let him bite her flesh, let his body crush hers as it once had with bone-deep recognition.

And he felt that ember fan alive with love brighter in the memory of that night.

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A deep breath in his lungs, like one drowned breaking through the surface, he awoke. His eyes opened to the real world around them. She clung to him tighter than ever, as if she could knit her flesh to his, make her blood run as his own.

Her eyes stared back, every emotion racing behind her gaze, dripping wet with tears. Relief, anxiety, love and regret, they darkened her face as the sun sank below the waves of the Sea. Astarion kept one arm around her back, the other he moved, cradling her face so gently. His own eyes stung from unshed tears. “You know…” he whispers, voice shaking still from the intensity of those memories, “for all the ways Cazador tormented me, tortured me, stole everything from me… the worst thing he ever stole from me was my memory of you…”

“Cazador can rot in the hells for what he took from me, for what he forced you to do,” Cordehlia scowled. “I… I lost my love for you for so long, I buried it under grief and hatred and blood. And when I saw you on the beach…. When you had no idea who I was to you….” Her voice snagged in her throat the more she talked, until she couldn’t swallow.

He just held her, shushing her softly, still holding her face. His palm collected the warm tears as they silently began to fall. “My love, you never gave up on me. Even when you walked away, even then, you did what you had to, just as I did. I could feel it from then too, even when you found me in that wreckage of the Mindflayer ship, your heart never gave up on me…” he paused, making certain her wet, silver eyes looked right into his. “And I’m so very grateful you didn’t.”

Cordehlia sniffled, a feeble smile on her lips, embarrassed as he brought her very wet face against his own for a kiss.

“Besides, I’m rather looking forward to damning that bastard to the hells at your side. It’ll be so much more fun together,” he crooned. That playful tone made her give tear-streaked laughs as she wiped her nose on her sleeve.

“Together, he’s going to pay,” she added. “In blood…” she couldn’t help but grin again.

“And then we will find a way to be together forever,” Astarion smiled, just a bit more twistedly, a bit more darkly. “I can promise you that.”

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Thank you for everyone who loves these two lovesick idiots. I love hearing your reactions and your predictions.

This really is almost an Alternate Universe for the Pale Elf Quest, and I’m just thankful there are readers along for the ride 💞

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dorothy-rainbird · 1 year

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Part 3

“You know, y/n is a very special person in my life. They found me, raised me, patiently taught me so many things…”

Kuni stared at the blue sky above him as he relaxed more under the giant tree of Windrise.

“They taught me about ‘good’ and ‘bad’, how to take care of myself and others…” he gently pat Bu napping away on his lap.

“Taught me how to handle emotions, how to deal with grief, manage anger, to open up…”

He continued,

“Everything, everything but one.”

…..

“They never taught me how to deal with this tingling feeling in my chest. It feels so strange…”

……….

“It’s as if I feel small around them. Am I scared of them? If I am then why do I want to be around them so much? Why so I want them to…”

“To..?”

“To h-hold me and….-“

“PFFT HAHAHAHA-“

“W-WHAT??” He managed to yell despite the embarrassment, his face was so red it looked like sunburn. Unfortunately because of that, Bu woke up. Realising they were being noisy, they quieted down a little.

“Sorry Bu, I didn’t mean to scream. Go back to sleep, Kay?” And so he did. Bu snuggled closer to Kuni, letting out a quiet “sqee” before dozing off again.

……….

“So Kuni…”

“Hm?”

“What I think you are experiencing is…”

“???”

“Love”

He was about to scream again but Venti shushed him in time, pointing at the blob on his lap. He nodded as Venti removed his hand and let him speak.

“You mean…love?”

“Yes”

“You sure it’s not some uh…something else? L-like something um..”

“Nope.”

“So…it’s like those novels?”

“wat”

“….”

“I um- *cough* uh…”

“Forget I asked”

“Gladly”

A very awkward silence danced among them as none of them felt brave enough to break it. Still, Kunikuzushi wanted to know more, so with one sharp inhale,

“If I’m in love with Y/n, then what should I do? Considering you’re the love expert of Mondstadt, any advice?”

“Of course of course! But for my advice so fine, won’t you invite me to dine?” Venti elbowed his arm with a smirk.

“Haha sure, Y/n will be delighted by your visit.” Kunikuzushi replied with a smile.

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“Thanks for visiting us Venti, but are you sure you don’t wanna stay over? It’s a little chilly tonight.” You stood by the door as Venti was about to leave. Yes Venti joined for supper but decided to leave earlier than usual.

“Ehe sweet Y/n, Don’t worry about me, I’ll be just fine! Take care everyone and thanks for the delicious meal!” Venti waved you, Kunikuzushi and your slime child goodbye as he began to turn around and leave. You couldn’t help but feel as if he winked at Kuni…did those two have something going on? Nah.

“Bye Venti, goodnight!”

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“Tip 1: Compliment them”

You stood by the sink, doing the dishes. Kunikuzushi saw this as a perfect opportunity. He shared a look look at Bu, who gave him a nod of confirmation. Then, with a deep breath made his way towards you. Leaning on the counter beside you, he went,

“Hey has anyone ever told you that y-your eyes are p-pretty?” bruh he stuttered. Without taking your eyes off the sink, you went,

“Aw thanks”

????

Expectation: *flushed y/n*

Reality: often disappointing

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“Tip 2: Leave them small gifts”

“Okay Bu, the first plan didn’t go as expected. Time to step things up a little.” Kunikuzushi said as he picked the most perfect Cecelia of his garden. Bu wasn’t paying attention though, he was busy playing with another plant in the backyard. Kunikuzushi approached him with the flower and crouched down to his level.

“Bu, my son, my child.”

“Squeak?”

“Can I trust you to deliver this flower?”

“Squeak!”

“I knew I could count on you :)” Kunikuzushi pat him with a bright smile. He then balanced the flower on his head, hoping it won’t fall off.

“Okay Bu, I want you to deliver this flower to Y/n. Please don’t drop it…”

“Squeak!”

And with that Bu entered the house.

Expectation: “Did Kuni give me this flower?” *flushed y/n*

Reality: Kunikuzushi entered the house after a while, expecting to see a lovestruck y/n. His dreams were brutally shattered as he saw you hugging Bu and giggling while kissing the top of his “head”.

“Aww Bu did you get this for me? You’re so sweet!”

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trick-r-treat421 · 2 months

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Chapter 1

Riley’s POV:

I was in a surprisingly peaceful sleep when I felt soft fur against my face then the gentle nudge and lick. It’s the morning ritual I’ve grown accustomed to. “Good morning, Hades.” I groggily say to my three-year-old black German Shepherd who has oh so rudely decided it’s time to get up.

I roll over rubbing the sleep from my eyes to see the soft glow of the morning light filtering in through my window. Picking my phone up from the nightstand it reads 7:26 am October 13th. Sighing, I swing my feet to the edge of my bed and proceed to start our normal morning routines.

A short time later I step out onto my back deck to let Hades do his business, my hands wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee. I’m immediately hit with a warm breeze and realize just how comfortable it feels. Pulling my phone from the pocket of my pajama pants, I check the weather app where it predicts it to be an exceptionally warm day. Luckily, it’s one of my days off from my boring, dead-end customer service job. It’s been a major stressor for me lately and I’m ecstatic to avoid that hell hole even if just for today.

I mindlessly scroll random apps as I sip my coffee, enjoying the sun’s rays on my pale skin as my boy gets all his overnight zoomies out. Just as I sip the last of the coffee from my mug, he comes running back up sitting beside me, tongue out, panting. “Hey, handsome boy of mine. I know we usually take walks around the neighborhood on my days off but how’d you like to go to the park instead?” I ask, scratching behind his ear, getting only a gruff woof and tail wag in agreement. “Perfect!” I exclaim before we walk back inside.

I spend a few hours working around the house tidying a bit and starting some laundry while singing (ok more like screaming) and dancing around the cozy bungalow I call my home, all while the songs boom through the Bluetooth speakers. Hades tilted his head or huffed at me occasionally from his oversized dog bed in the living room. “You know you love it!” I tease as I pass by, stopping to give him a few good belly scratches.

I quickly shower before stepping out into the steamy bathroom, grabbing one of my oversized towels from the rack and wrapping it around my small frame. I pull my paddle brush through the tangles that are my shoulder-length black hair, then twist another towel around it, pushing it onto the top of my head and retreating to my room. I fall back onto my queen bed, my arms spreading as I lean back, and stay that way for a while, closing my eyes and preparing myself to venture out.

Eventually, I push myself up and go over to my dresser. I pull out a black thong and lace bralette then a pair of black leggings and my go-to comfy, faded, grey Guns N’ Roses shirt I’ve cut into a crop top. After getting dressed, I return to the bathroom to pull my hair into a low loose ponytail, leaving a few strands out to frame my face. I stare at myself in the mirror above my sink, sighing at the sight but I don’t bother putting on makeup. I’m too tired to care and it’s not like I’m out to impress anyone. Dropping my gaze, I push myself away from the counter and head back towards the kitchen to prepare everything Hades and I will need for the park.

Half an hour later we’re pulling into my favorite park. I reach back to clip on Hades’ leash, grab my crossbody bag from the passenger floorboard, and then exit the SUV. We stop to grab the blanket from the back hatch of my grey 2010 Nissan Xterra before making our way down the sidewalk.

As expected, the park was alive with the sounds of nature and people out enjoying the weather. It took us a few minutes, but we managed to find a nice shady spot under a tall oak tree that’s adjacent to the large field where people lounge and play. I release Hades and tell him to stay as I work to spread out my black and white buffalo plaid blanket and begin unpacking for a relaxing afternoon.

It didn’t take long before we got comfortable. I lay on my stomach, my legs bent at the knee, casually swinging back and forth through the air. I’ve got my sticker-covered tumbler and a Tupperware full of fresh-cut fruit (ok mostly strawberries) on one side of me. A book was spread in front of me, my eyes skimming over the pages from behind my oversized sunglasses. Hades had posted up near the edge of the blanket on my other side as he went to town on his large red Kong toy, his travel bowl full of water next to him.

I’d lost track of time, completely caught up in my reading, most of my fruit picked over and eaten. Hades had long given up on his toy and was almost asleep when suddenly he perked up giving a slight huff. Figuring he saw a squirrel or something, I failed to see the large shadow pass over me as a sudden pain shoots into the left side of my ribs and something heavy fell over top of me, Hades darting away from his position. Whatever it is landed with a thud in front of Hades, water splashing everywhere in the process. I quickly began to shake the water from the pages of my book before any damage could be done.

“Ouch! What the fu…” I begin to exclaim, but my words come up short as my eyes fall onto this dazed, dark-haired man lying across me and my blanket.

He slowly pushes himself up onto his elbows, putting his shirtless and heavily tattooed chest on full display, droplets of water sliding down and glistening in the afternoon light. I thank God for these sunglasses hiding my eyes as I gawk at this stranger’s toned body. I shake my head and slowly take in the scene, realizing his long legs are still stretched across my back and one of his elbows rests halfway in Hades’ water bowl.

Eventually, my eyes make it back to his face where I’m greeted with a strong, sharp jawline peppered with the beginnings of some facial hair and mesmerizing deep chocolate-brown eyes. I’m brought back to reality when Hades is suddenly at the man’s side dropping a frisbee I hadn’t even noticed onto his lap. I can’t help but let out a laugh at the situation and the fact I was letting myself get lost in this stranger’s looks, no matter how handsome he may be. “I think Hades is returning your frisbee to you.” I state matter of factly. Despite his size and intimidating looks, he was quite a gentle giant. Thanks a lot bud, so much for protecting me.

Noah’s POV:

I have no idea what happened, but one second I was running full speed and the next I found myself lying flat on my back staring at the brightly colored tree canopy above me.

I let out a groan and begin to push myself up onto my elbows. Feeling something wet on one of my arms, I look over to see my elbow in a water bowl. I begin taking in the rest of my surroundings and find I’m on someone’s picnic blanket. Just then I see something dark in my peripheral vision and the frisbee I’d been running to catch drops in my lap.

I hear a feminine laugh as my eyes dart up, noticing my legs are laid across the back of a petite raven-haired woman who had been stretched out on said blanket. I hear her words as I look down to the frisbee in my lap, then to the big furry black mass standing to my right. That must be whose water bowl my elbow is resting in.

I hurriedly remove my legs and scramble to my knees, the frisbee falling from my lap while putting my hands up in case this dog decides to attack. Again, I hear the sound of her laughter drawing my eyes to her full, slightly red tinted lips. Slowly she sits up crisscrossing her legs in front of her, her crop top riding up a little to reveal a tattoo on her side as she rubs at her ribs. A few more are sprinkled on her arms.

“Don’t worry, he may look ferocious, but he’s really a big baby.” With the motion of her free hand I watch as the large dog returns to the girl’s side and lays against her, eyes closing, tongue out as he soaks up her head pats.

I breathe out a sigh of relief as I sit back on my heels and brush my hands down my star covered sweat shorts nervously and let out a slight chuckle. “Good to know, cause I was about to high tail it out of here and hope—Hades was it?—didn’t catch me!” I respond. “Hey, sorry about all of this, though.” I start as I wave my hand around us.

She lifts her sunglasses revealing stunning icy blue/grey almond-shaped eyes as she takes in the now wet and twisted blanket. Sucking in a breath I try to offer, “My buddies and I were just tossing the frisbee around and I guess I let my competitive nature get the best of me. I wasn’t paying attention, and you see where that got me.”

As if on cue my friends, Jolly and Nick, come jogging over taking in the scene and thankfully ending my nervous rant. “What you mean on the ground beside a pretty lady?” Nick waggles his eyebrows as he smirks before asking, “Are you two good?”

Jolly jumped in with, “That looked like quite a fall, man.”

I chuckle lightly before I answer, “Yeah I’m good, but I’ll probably feel it in the morning.” I clear my throat a little remembering the stunning girl and her dog sitting across from me. “Umm are you okay…?” I ask, pausing since I don’t know her name.

Picking up on the pause she answers, “Riley. Yeah, I think I’ll be okay. Might have a bruise in the next couple of days but I’ll deal.”

A pang of guilt washes over me for hurting her but I give a crooked smile. “I’m Noah, these are my friends Jolly and Folio,” I say pointing to each of the guys.

She nods her head slightly at each of the guys, giving a polite smile and wave. It suddenly becomes abundantly clear we are invading her space, as the awkward silence grows between us all. I move to stand tucking the frisbee under my arm and giving the guys a nod, each taking a few steps back in understanding, Jolly looking over his shoulder to find where our roommates dog, Harper, is playing. “We should probably leave you be, you seemed to have been enjoying your reading when I tripped over you.” I say as I glance down at the abandoned book laid out on the blanket.

Shrugging, she responds with, “I was but I’d lost track of time, and we actually need to be heading out.” With that she stands, Hades whining slightly, and begins picking up her belongings and packing them back into her bag.

I look down at the mess I’ve made of her space, everything scattered about, so I quickly lean down, picking up her book. I offer it to her as I ask “Are you sure you’re alright? Can I help you carry anything?”

She takes the book, my eyes drawn to where she chews on her lip, thinking it over. After some hesitation Riley nods. “You really don’t have to, but I might need a hand with the blanket. I can never get them folded up easily on my own, and I’ve got to be able to hold his leash as we walk.” She motions over to Hades who tilts his head sideways at the mention of leash.

With a small chuckle I call out a “heads up!” to Folio, who’s now walking away with Jolly before tossing him the frisbee and reaching to pick up the blanket. I shake it out then do my best to fold it before draping it over my arm as she picks up her remaining belongings.

After a moment and her commands to Hades, we walk back towards the parking lot in another slightly awkward silence. Coming to a stop at the back of an Xterra, she starts digging for her keys and unlocks the doors. She takes Hades to the back passenger door allowing him to jump inside before unhooking his leash and telling him to stay then returning to the back where I stand.

“Thank you for helping with that and walking me back.” She says, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and staring down at the asphalt before taking the blanket and placing it in the back hatch.

“No problem. It was the least I could do after crashing into you like I did.” I shrug, earning a small, cute giggle from her.

After another moment of silence she shifts on her feet, bringing her eyes up to meet mine and extending her hand before saying with a playful tone, “Well, it was nice to meet you Noah, wish I could say it was under better circumstances though.”

I take her hand, noticing just how small it feels in mine before lightly shaking it and saying, “You too Riley.” With that I drop her hand and move to the sidewalk as she walks to her driver’s door. Turning back, I give a salute as she starts the SUV and I head back to the guys.

The moment I walk up, Folio raises his eyebrow asking, “What was that all about Casanova?”

I shrug running my hand through my shoulder-length hair. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” They both let out a laugh.

It’s Jolly’s turn to pipe up now, his slight Swedish accent coming through. “Bullshit Noah, you’ve still got a goofy grin plastered on your face and the way you were looking at her… it’s obvious you thought she was attractive.”

Folio chimes in again, “Tell us you at least got her number…”

I don’t bother responding before grabbing the frisbee out of his hands and jogging away. I silently kick myself for not thinking about that. We stay for another hour or so before leaving, my mind wandering to Riley quite often through the night.

P.S. I don't own the rights to any of these photos, they were all found on Pinterest or a Google image search.

I hope you enjoyed this. It's been quite a while since I even tried writing something for others to read so sorry if it's not up to your standards. It may start out slow but I promise there's some good things to come.

Huge shout out to @crimson-calligraphyx for encouraging and helping me with this.

#fanfic #fan fiction #The Worst in Me #noah sebastian #bad omens #nick folio #jolly karlsson #strangers to lovers #slow burn

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alienqueeenrando · 1 year

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Fashion Disaster, But Maybe Not

Mari POV

Even after leaving Ms. Bustiers’ class, anytime one of my ex-friends had a problem, Bustier would look to me to fix it. Before transferring to Ms. Mendeleiev’s class I was planning on debuting my first fashion line with a fashion show. My brand MDC was taking off and I wanted my friends to share in my success. I planned on having my classmates model for me but then Lila came along and most of them now thought I was a mean bully.I had;Nino, Alya, Adrien, Rose, and Juleka. Kagami and Luka also believed me but since they were both home-schooled, they couldn’t really do anything. I was upset that most of my ex-friends thought I would bully someone, especially since I was bullied by Chloe for years. Instead of letting it get to me, I decided to continue with my show. Rose, Juleka, and Adrien would model, Alya would live to stream on her blog, and Nino would provide the music. I set up in the park near my house. As I was setting up I heard footsteps and assumed it was Rose and Juleka. “I think we should begin soon so you can go ahead and get ready,” I turned to see Ms.Bustier and the rest of my ex-class. “What do you want?” I was confused as to why they were there. “Well I saw you were setting up a fashion show and thought this was the perfect time to apologize to your classmates by letting them into your show,” Bustier said as if she had any right to tell ME what to do at MY fashion show. The class looked at me expectantly as If I owe them anything. Even Lila looked as if she thought I would agree to this. face.“No!” I blurted out. “No? Now Marinette you know you’re supposed to be an example for your class, stop being selfish and let us into your show” Ms.Bustier. I had enough. This teacher not only let my class walk all over me but expected me to let them, expected me to plan trips and fundraise by myself, she left me alone and she still expects me to coddle to my ex-classmate's whims! No way am I letting her dictate my life anymore. “No, My former classmates are not going to be allowed in MY show. I have nothing to be sorry for. They turned their back on me and now they want me to let them into the fashion show I worked hard on, no way!” I yelled. “Now Marinette you are my star pupil and you should be helping your classmate and not acting like a spoiled child” Bustier chided me. I smirked before answering “You are no longer my teacher if you remember and they are no longer my classmates, even if I were still in your class. This is not a school event and you have no authority here. So leave before I have the police throw you out. This is a private event, meaning invite only and none of you have an invite” I pointed toward the exit. Bustier and the class looked stunned. “Kindness and compassion are honorable but not when you use them as an excuse to not punish bullies for their wrongdoing,” Said a voice behind me. I looked and saw Kagami along with Luka beside her. “ You Ms.Bustier are not fit to be a teacher and I will be sure to complain to the school board about your incompetence,” Said Kagami glaring at Ms.Bustier and the rest of her class. “Hey, rockstars” greeted Jagged Stone walking up to me. “Congrats on your first fashion show, little lady,” said Jagged. “Hey Jagged, Why to talk to that bully when you can talk to Lila?” asked Kim. “who? I don't know any Lila” replied Jagged confused. The class looked confused and looked to Lila for an answer. “And Lila I texted Ali and it seems he’s never heard of you or your charity before” Added Rose. The class was shocked and no one moved for a second. “Now class Lila has a disease and you shouldn't blame her” Said Bustier trying to calm the enraged teens. Then a woman came towards us "Lila, you are grounded. How dare you lie to me! . "screamed Lila’s mother. “There seem to be a few celebrities that want to sue you for defamation” Lila’s mom seethed. I continued with the fashion show. The rest of Bustier’s class tried to get back in my good graces but I didn’t forgive them, not yet at least. Maybe I’ll forgive them but for now, I just want to hang out with my real friends.

#bustier salt #lila salt #class salt #alya sugar #miraculous ladybug

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sourbinnie · 11 months

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☆ diamond eyes.mp3 ☆

♡ genre ¿? ♡ -> heavy angst ¡! ♡ pair ¿? ♡ -> chan x gn!reader ♡ plot ¿? ♡ -> time will see you realign but for now, he had to deal with the pain of your loss. ♡ warnings ¿? ♡ -> implied character death ; grieving ; cause of death isn't mentioned but i think you can imagine (s*icide)

a/n: new format with the saddest song i could've picked up and a really tragic imagine, i'm sorry if this is too triggering. if it's too bad, i'll delete it!

to the edge.

waves kept crashing on me in the middle of this lonely beach in my mind. places i traveled to, to forget about the reality i lived in. the one where you weren't next to me and i had to live with the weight in my heart. the one where you had to go and leave me all alone because you thought that was a better solution. the one where we had fought, we had made up and i thought we were good but it all had to end too soon when it didn't even start.

i gave you 6 whole years. i gave you 6 years of me, of my life, of my soul and i have to live with the fact that you're not here anymore? wake up and feel numb? dread and sorrow surrounded me. it felt like i was floating for a moment as i tried to get up from our bed. it was always going to be ours, it wasn't just mine and i didn't know why i was making such a fuss over a bed and it's owners.

this is how i spent most of my days now. trying to survive and not being able to handle the truth at all. i stayed in our shared apartment, i couldn't find my way back to the dorms. i knew the boys were worrying but i didn't know why, they knew i could handle myself.

or maybe i couldn't at all.

what mocked me the most since you've left, was the ring. the one i bought with changbin & jisung one day when we were out. they helped me pick it and see what would fit perfectly in your finger. the one that held the promise ring when you decided to leave me. that would've been occupied with this perfect ring that i bought for you but life had other plans and it eliminated everything that we had planned out for the future. a future that didn't hold any hope, just more suffering and illness to haunt me.

i could not do it without you before, what makes them think that taking you away from me is the solution?

it was not easy to wake up, it was not easy to live through the day and then go to sleep at night. having those dreams with you where i hold you and i don't let go because if i do i have to wake up and you're not there beside me anymore. how many times did i have to go through the same routine? how much more work could i drown myself into till it's enough? till the pain is gone and it's all enough. all i wanted was to be enough for you and you didn't want that.

you wanted me to be myself, well here i am and you're not. here i am as i visit you every day, as i bring flowers and place them where you lay to rest forever in peace. here i am as i cry my eyes out and scream till my voice is gone and i have to leave again to die more and more every day. i just wanted to reunite with you one last time to see you, to hold you, to tell you what you deserve to hear and that's more than i love you.

you shined brighter than any star.

now as i look into the sky, hoping you're there, watching over me, i can't help but think.

how beautiful you were the last time i saw you and how sad your expression was. how cruel life is that it took you away from where you belonged and that was here with me. how egotistical and pathetic i was when we fought, how everything was always about me and how you always put me first even though you were the one that mattered. you were the one bringing a change to the world, with that smile of yours and that loving heart. i could never compare to you, yet here i still was and you weren't, you weren't here anymore.

"i love you channie." resonated in my mind, as i tried to not lose my breath again. how many more times did i have to go through a day where you weren't here? how much could i handle without you? why do i have to handle things without you? why didn't i ran out of tears already? why is feeling numb better than being sad?

so many fucking questions and not one goddamn answer, because you weren't fucking here.

you didn't take me with you, didn't think about how i would feel without you and now you're gone. how much longer do i have to do this? how much grief is there in me? do i have to do this? i don't.

but i want to for you. i want to because you would've wanted me to, i want to because you're my light, my world, my star and you deserve it. you've been nothing but good to me these past 6 years and the unconditional love you gave me, deserves to live on. i would do it for you, for my family, for the boys, for everyone. even if it meant i have to fake a smile every single day as a i relive that haunting phone call, i will do it.

i think i am never gonna recover, never gonna be able to walk into a hospital again and never gonna be able to look at the stars and not think of you. i think you took everything from me when you decided to leave.

i think i died with you.

i think i’m always gonna live in the shadow of your death and i’m not gonna be able to get up one day and decide to fall in love again. love was gone, there wasn’t any left to give or take, you took it all from me.

you took my heart, my soul and all of my strength.

i don’t think it’s fair how i get to stay and you don’t, i don’t think i’m doing a good job of carrying on when i don’t get to see you anymore.

oh how i wish we could’ve had that proposal, that wedding, that eternal love. now i had to reminisce about memories i never lived and pray that this pain wouldn’t be eternal.

but i knew that as soon as i got to be with you again, i would be grateful.

#skz drabbles #sourbinnie #skz angst #stray kids drabbles #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagine #skz imagine #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz short imagines #stray kids angst #skz #stray kids #skz x reader

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