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neteyamsyawntu · 7 months

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Kinktober 13

I n P u b l i c

Neteyam x Na’vi!Reader

PART 2 of ACCIDENTAL STIMULATION

✨Friendly Disclaimer: The content of this story contains aged-up characters! If this is something that makes you uncomfortable, please feel free to click or scroll away. The last thing I want is for anyone to read something they are uncomfortable with, however if you decide to interact with any negativity, you will be blocked from my blog as a result.

Warnings: 🔞MINORS DNI🔞, teasing, making out, dry humping/grinding intimates, secret relationship, in public.

“Tonight… after the clan’s meal, meet with me at the top of hometree, by the ikran nest…please…”

His voice rang in your head as you cleaned up your materials, Neteyam had followed after Tsantì and Kiri not long after they themselves had left the healer’s hut. Your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest, how could you even last through dinner? Just the thought of possibly catching his eye throughout the night made your stomach flutter. You had cleaned up the hut faster than you ever had that evening, your nerves forcing your body into hyperdrive as you anticipated what was to come.

Anxiety pumping through your veins, you sheepishly made your way up the winding trunk of hometree toward where the clan was already getting into their spots surrounding a large fire, crackling in the center of the commotion, all while trying to look as normal as possible. Your eyes absentmindedly scanned the crowd for a familiar set of amber eyes, which you found all too easily as they had been looking for you as well. Neteyam mentally fought the urge to go and sit with you, yet knew that it was probably against his better judgment in keeping your little secret under wraps. While your brain was working through a similar thought process, you suddenly stopped to watch as Tsantì made her way through the crowd, directly toward Neteyam. Her tail gracefully swaying behind her, her movements so soft and fluid like the air itself. Abruptly clearing your throat to cover up the hint of jealousy that manifested when Neteyam was forced to take his eyes off of you to acknowledge Tsantì, you made your way to the opposite end of the clan’s circle, finding an open spot just across from Neteyam, putting you just in his peripheral aside from the view of the fire.

While the clan seemingly busied themselves in conversation and filling their bellies for the night, you found yourself incredibly distracted, slowly feeding yourself pieces of teylu, as you watched Tsantì scoot closer and closer to Neteyam. You never took her for the bold type, but perhaps you were wrong about her. Maybe there was more you had yet to learn about Tsantì. Leaning forward you grab an available piece of yovo fruit and of course, just at the very moment you place your hand over its smooth surface, who catches your eye other than the eldest son of the Olo’eyktan. While Tsantì was continuing to chat Neteyam’s ear off, an idea had flickered in your mind that had the potential to make things more… exciting. Sitting back in your space, you lift the fruit to your lips, taking a slow yet wide bite, letting its juices splash your face when your fangs make the first puncture. Neteyam watched intriguingly as you lowered the fruit to chew. It’s sticky substance was running down your neck from your jaw, making a complete mess of yourself. Neteyam was visibly aroused, shifting in his seat to seemingly cover up his reappearing boner. A sly smirk grew on your lips as you watched him squirm in his seat, repeating the act of chewing your food carelessly, before bringing your hand to your mouth, letting your lips wrap seductively around your sticky fingers to suck them dry one by one.

Neteyam’s eyes were completely on you now, only shifting to look at Tsantì for a quick second before turning his focus back to you. His cock throbbed painstaking in his loincloth which he now resorted to covering up with a subtle movement of his palm. Never did you think you could have this much power over someone like this, yet it was admittedly addicting to watch. You wanted to see how far you could push him, how long it would take to get him to snap. It didn’t take long when you dipped a moist finger into the valley of your breasts to “clean” yourself of the yovo juice, bringing the digit to your lips again when you saw Neteyam hurriedly excuse himself from the meal, wishing Tsantì a goodnight, as a hint for her not to follow after him.

After waiting a bit of time after his departure, you sneakily made your way to follow him around the corner where he had seemingly gone up to the top of hometree like the two of you had discussed. With your eyes over your shoulder to double check that no one was following you, a sudden yelp breaks from your throat as you are pulled out of view from the rest of the clan. With your back pressed against the rough bark of hometree, Neteyam’s lips found their way to yours, his fingers digging into your sides pulling you flush against his body. “That was quite a show you put on out there.” Neteyam mused once he had finally separated from the kiss. “And still so messy… mind if I help you clean up?” Sucking your bottom lip between your teeth with a smirk, you nod your head watching as Neteyam moves down to your chest, allowing his tongue to sneak out past his lips licking from between your breasts, all the way up your neck to your jaw, sucking and lapping at the sticky remnants of the yovo juice on your skin. “Mmm… Neteyam- what if someone sees us?” You whisper, trying to hold back your noises as he bites softly into your neck, “Just keep that pretty voice down and we should have nothing to worry about. Can you stay quiet for me, yawne?”.

Yawne, the nickname rang in your ears like a song being sung directly to your heart. It was one that you gladly accepted. “Yes…” you speak gently wrapping your arms around him, pressing a hand to the back of his head as he resumes his work on your neck, littering it with kisses and love bites. Heat painted your face in a deep blush as his affections grew more intense, moving his hands from your waist to drift toward your lower back, cupping your ass in both of his large palms, spreading and kneading its flesh hungrily. You all but melt into his touch, pushing your pelvis to meet his own, allowing his clothed erection to rub against your thigh. His hips jerk slightly at the sudden contact before reciprocating the act by firmly pressing you against him.

Feeling the longing of his lips to be pressed against your own, you slip a finger under his chin to guide him to you, letting your lips collide in a heat of passion, his tongue gliding over your lips sloppily, yet you welcomed regardless, parting your lips to allow your tongue to mingle with his. Your tongues danced together to the beat of your own hearts. The risk of getting caught still very prevalent in your mind. To be caught in such a scandal, with the future chief of your clan with his tongue down your throat, would definitely turn some heads and raise certain alarms. Although the more greedily Neteyam continued to swirl his tongue around yours, the more you found yourself growing weak to his advances, wanting nothing more than to please him and give him anything he wanted. Finally the two of you pull away from the kiss, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips, but ultimately snapping.

Neteyam huffs pressing his forehead to yours, closing his eyes to savor the moment; imbedding the feeling of your skin under his fingertips, the remaining taste of you on his tongue, all to memory, “I want to keep touching you like this forever…” Neteyam hums, his head drifting down to the side of your neck, taking a deep inhale of your scent, “…Want to be inside you…”, his hands adjust their grip on your ass, allowing one of his fingers to swipe along your clothed folds, while his other hand moves to wrap gently around your throat, “I want to own you…”. Neteyam’s eyes glimmered in the dim illumination of both yours and his bioluminescent freckles. He looks so sincere, yet so undeniably thirsty for you.

“I want that too…” you whisper, sliding your hands to glide over the toned muscles of his chest, tracing your fingers on the deep blue striped that decorated them. Neteyam’s eyes flicker between both of yours before leaning back a bit to check around the corner to observe the area. Everyone seemed to still be gleefully enjoying their meals, filling hometree with laughter and loud conversation. That seemed to be enough for him, “Is this really what you want? Am I what you want?” Neteyam asks in a serious tone, his hand moving from your neck to clutch one of your own that rested on his chest. “I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you right now.” Your words were so honest and unwavering, you almost felt embarrassed by how confidently you spoke them.

A kind and loving smile rose on Neteyam’s face as he pulled you in for a numbingly gentle kiss, “Good… that’s all I needed to know.” He says, as his smile grows into a playful smirk, hooking both of his hands under your ass to lift you into his arms, your own instinctively wrapping around his neck to keep you stable, while he locks your legs around his middle, pressing your body impossibly close to his as he pins you against the rough bark of the tree, before reclaiming your lips. Your hips greedily moving on their own to grind against his bulge that now pressed gorgeously against your barely covered pussy lips.

Your brows pinched together as you rocked against his erection, the pressure in which his body was pinned against yours only furthered to give you enough leverage to grind your quickly dampening intimates against him. Neteyam contributed with a groan, fisting your ass in a manner that maneuvered your hips for you, making you move exactly how he wanted you to. Craving more and to be free from the rough fabric that was your increasingly growing uncomfortable tewng, carefully shifting a hand between the two do you to shift the fabric to the side, now giving your pussy lips enough space to embrace his boner perfectly as he pressed into you, stimulating your clit with the friction. Your eyes fluttered closed as your hands wandered his body, desperate to touch every inch of him that you could reach, your tail curling as a soft moan left your lips.

“I don’t get it… do you think I said something to upset him?”, Tsantì’s voice was heard around the corner, to which you immediately halted your movements. Your sudden stop manifested a confused look from Neteyam, especially when you put your hand over his mouth to hush him when his lips parted to speak. “Trust me it’s nothing you said. Neteyam can be a bit hard to get personal with at first.” The second voice was definitely Kiri. You mentally cursed, disassociating for a moment while you listened in on their conversation, trying to stay alert to any approaching movements. Grasping your wrist, Neteyam removes your hand from his mouth, his eyes staring into yours as a silent assurance that he would do everything in his power to keep you safe. Your heart hammered in your chest as you drank in his expression before he leaned his head down to attach his lips to your neck, to which Neteyam cautiously and rightly so, places his own hand over your mouth when a slight muffled whine escapes you. He didn’t want to stop, he wanted to push you as far as he could without sabotaging or giving away your location.

“You said you could stay quiet for me, remember? Be a good girl and be completely silent for me, yawne.” Neteyam purrs discreetly into your ear, then slowly continuing to grind his erection into your exposed cunt. Your eyes roll back before completely closing, as faint muffled noises emerge from beneath Neteyam’s hand, your body squirming against him to achieve more friction. Neteyam’s head remained beside your own, sucking and nibbling tenderly at your skin, obsessed with the heat that was generating from each of your bodies together. “Should I go and find him? I’d hate to have said something wrong only to have him avoid me…” Tsantì persists, walking closer to where you and Neteyam were just barely hidden out of sight. “Trust me Tsantì, Neteyam will come around, just give him some time.” Kiri urges her, taking her arm gently in her grasp. Your eyes clenched tightly hoping to disappear in the event that they strayed too close to your hiding spot. The way that Neteyam’s clothed cock head was caressing your clit, had you trembling, inching you closer and closer to your climax.

You choked back several whines and whimpers, until Neteyam’s hand was doing little to hold them back, and you buried your face in his neck, biting roughly onto its flesh as you forced your hips to move with Neteyam’s own grinding. Your back arched and writhed as you got closer, trying with every ounce of your body to hold it, but the way Neteyam’s body felt against you was all too addicting. You knew that if you came now, there would be no stopping the squeal of pleasure that emitted from you. “Come on, let’s go back to the clan, there is still plenty of food.” You both heard Kiri say followed by the sound of footsteps as they made their way back to the crowd. Neteyam’s pulled back, his hand clutching your jaw, forcing you to look at him, “You look so cute like this, yawne. You are so close aren’t you? I can see it in your face, your eyes are all glossy.” Neteyam breathily chuckles, kissing you firmly as he continues to rock against you, his tail slashing and curling behind him, watching as you come undone in front of him, “There you go, give it to me, my yawntutsyìp.”. Your head rolls back against the hard bark of hometree as you reach the peak of your high, lips parting in a silent scream before releasing a shaky exhale, letting your head flop onto Neteyam’s shoulder as you pant in exhaustion. Neteyam gives you a soft chuckle, placing a gentle kiss against your temple as you lay on his shoulder.

“You are perfect… I will make you mine, Y/N.. I promise that.”.

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taste-of-the-divine · 1 year

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ꕤ | Inked | Percy De Rolo

— VOX MACHINA : switch!percy x femcumslut!reader

✩ 𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙀: you're the first to fall asleep at a party, and you get cumslut written over your forehead with a marker. it causes an "issue" for percy a few hours later. ✩ 𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙏 𝙄𝙉𝙁𝙊: fic (Part 1), 1.8k words ✩ 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂: missing consent/dubcon (percy as victim), powerplay (subby percy into dom percy), degredation, namecalling (cumsl*t, wh*re, l*ve), somnophelia, cumhungry!reader, power dynamic switch, sir, mentions of breeding

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀𝙎 𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈 𝘿𝙄𝙑𝙄𝙉𝙀: i did not proofread this :') hopefulyl its legible BUT eventually i'll go back and make the edits i need. the idea was inspired by this post, and it's probably (?) not done yet.

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“Oh cmon, wasn’t the bet that the first one asleep gets a dick drawn on their forehead?”

Percy, your boyfriend, shoots Scanlan a dirty look through his rosy drunk cheeks. “Have you no decency? She’s a lady for God’s sake, Scanlan. How will I explain to all of Whitestone tomorrow if we have to leave the confines of our home?”

The pop of a marker and the cap clicking against the floor was enough of a signal that Scanlan didn’t quite care all that much for the high maintenance prince. “Well, then you have an excuse to stay in for a day. Resting’s important, Percy,” he says, before hopping onto a stool to get to your head, slumped over on the couch. Percy stumbles to his feet to try and stop him from putting that bright pink ink on your skin, but he’s forced back into his chair at the hand of Vax.

“Hey, he’s right, you know. You kind of need a day at home, if you ask me,” Vax says, leaning his weight on Percy’s shoulder to keep him down. Percy glares at him too, going to shove his hand away so that he could get to you, but to no avail. Percy’s too wasted for hand eye coordination.

“Oh, Percy, darling, relax,” his sister says from across the table, looking at Scanlan trying to balance and draw on your knocked out face. “She agreed to the game before we even started drinking, and she’s an adult, so I’m sure she’ll be fine. And if she isn’t– well, you can make sure she’s fine. In the morning. No more fussing about it now, you can barely get to your feet,” she says, words slurring before taking a swig out of her bottle.

He can’t relax, at least not when Pike isn’t around. Pike’s usually the babysitter of the group, and with Keyleth vomiting her guts out again, they were somewhere downstairs in the bathroom. Grog wouldn’t be of much help either– he was entranced in some sort of conversation with his reflection in the mirror, flexing and unflexing his muscles to look at.

“Annnnnd, ta-da!” Scanlan grins, showing the marvel to the three others in the room. Cumslut was written across your forehead in big, bold letters, with a penis as the T. Scanlan was really, an artist of all trades.

Percy was the first to react, and the only one that didn’t burst out in absolute side pinching tears. “Scanlan! You little useless bard!” He swung around to Vex and Vax. “I thought we agreed that it would be the dick drawing?”

“Well,–” Vex laughs, whipping away his tears. “There is a dick. There’s just–” he makes eye contact with Vex across the table, who was holding her own laughter for a little before the two burst out again into hearty giggles. “–some other additions.”

Percy sighed. There wasn’t really another other choice; what’s done is done. Hopefully you wouldn’t be too mad when you woke up in the morning about it. And hopefully, the ink would come off soon.

Percy, with his lithe frame, was not the one that carried you into bed. Grog actually carried the both of you into bed– bragging that he could do anything with his giant muscles. Percy would have been grateful for that omission of an opportunity to make a fool out of himself, had he been properly awake during that time of the night. He’d passed out on his own accord after a few more shots into the night.

It didn’t take long before he stirred awake. Alcohol never quite helped keep him asleep as well as it put him to sleep. But his body sure felt warm, skin flushed a little as he reveled in the pleasure of being under clean sheets. There was also pleasure budding from his core, some shifting between his legs–

“What on earth?!–” he manages to choke out before throwing his head backwards as some cavern of warm, wet heat descends on him. It felt good and needy and desperate, and when he had the moment to take a breath from the sudden crashing waves of pleasure, he lifted the blankets to find you, face nestled neatly between his legs, with his cock in your mouth and a protruding cheek.

“My love,” he says, voice soft and hitched at first. “Y-you need to stop or else,–” A groan cuts through, his hands fisting the sheet that he’s holding up to see you kitten licking his tip.

“What’s gotten into you?” he hisses, but he doesn’t get an answer because you take his whole length into your mouth again, mushroom tip gliding against the roof of your mouth before sinking into your back tongue. He’s watching you, or doing the best he can with his eyes half-lidded and his mouth agape. When you wrap your hands around his base, twisting and bobbing at the same time, Percy grimaces, one eye forcing itself shut as he watches you with the other. His cheeks are flushed a deep red, and his skin feels sticky under the touch of your fingers, but all you can think about is his cum, and how much you want it down your throat.

“S-slow d-down,” he stutters, a frustrated moan drawing out of his throat when you don’t listen. He can’t stop his hips from bucking up into your mouth, the sensation of your tongue swirling around the tip all too much for him. He’s close, and you know that, feeling his balls twitching under your chin– and perfect, because that’s exactly what you want. So you keep at it, watching him writhe and pant and seize up with his head thrown back and his eyes cross when he cums down your throat. It’s sticky and a little bitter from the alcohol, but you don’t mind it at all, because you’ve been craving this feeling since you woke up. You suck, and suck, and keep sucking him, milking every little bit that you can.

He’s a whimpering mess now, his other hand grabbing you by the hair to attempt to pull you off his cock.

“Love, love, please– please stop, I’m done, I can’t–” but that gets cut off by another moan, his knees shaking and bottoming out underneath you as your hands work his cock from base to tip, using spit and cum as lube.

He’s never seen you like this before, so needy, so pushy for it– whatever it, was. In a moment of clarity as your hands lift on the pressure to his cock, he reads the word on your forehead again. Cumslut.

He puts two and two together in the middle of a desperate whimper, throwing his head to the side as the pleasure in his overstimulated dick multiplies. On the nightstand was the marker that Scanlan used, capped and sitting neatly by his nightlight. Grabbing it off the table, he managed what he could with you turning him into putty from the waist down, grabbing one of your hands that you were using to support your weight scribbling “obedient” into it the best he could.

Nothing different happened at first– you continued to milk him for all that he was worth, and Percy couldn’t stop his eyes from rolling to the back of his head as he felt the familiar coil in the abdomen forming, ready to snap. “Hah- hah, hmpfh, s-stop, love, h-hang on–” he begs of you, and for the first time in the night, you oblige, hands and mouth lifting off his cock with the nasty squelch.

He looks at you, panting, undignified drool at the edge of your lips, and he slips a finger over it and wipes it away. Catching his breath, he dedicates a moment to taking you in; needy, glazed-over cum-hungry eyes as his cock rests on your cheek, tousled hair, plump, shiny lips coated in a thin sheen of spit and semen, the white of your teeth poking out from under. You looked gorgeous for him like that, and he let you know by pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You want my cum that badly, is that right?” he says, tentative at first. But you nod, rather vigorously, at that. It flips some sort of switch inside of him, and you feel him pull you by the hair, your own whimper leaving your throat as he exposes your throat to him.

“A little cumslut wants her holes filled. What a sight,” he taunts, a wicked smirk brewing at the corners of his lips. The way he looks at you runs a chill down your spine– it was the way he looked at something he wanted, no, needed, to be under his control.

And you were more than ready to give that.

“Be a good girl, then. Get on with it. On your hands and knees, on the floor,” he commands you, nodding towards the wood floor you have next to the bed. You glance down and back at him, and he’s watching you expectantly. Heat rising to your own cheeks, you shuffle down, assuming position on all fours as he requested.

You hear him shifting off the bed, stalking behind you– you feel his hands wrap around your waist, and then– a searing burn on your knees as you’re re-oriented, looking up to see the closet mirror and yourself staring back at you, cumslut written over your forehead. And dauntingly, above and behind you, stood Percy.

You’re naked, because you woke up earlier and tried to satisfy your urges by touching yourself, which, went nowhere, clearly, otherwise you wouldn’t be in this cum-drunk state– but he is clothed; well, partially clothed, his sleeping robe untied and hanging off his shoulders. He knees behind you, secures your ankles to the ground with the weight of his calves and body, and sinks his fingers into your sides.

“Spread your pussy for me.”

Your eyes go wide, thundering in your chest. He notices your hesitation, and grabs a fistful of hair and pulls you towards him.

“I said, spread your pussy for me. Do I need to repeat myself?”

Some sort of noise comes out of you that sounds vaguely like a whimper and a “yes, sir,” as you take your hands and grab your ass to satisfy his request. You feel a bubbling of dopamine in your chest when you obey him, and it feels good, addictive, almost.

When you feel the weight of his cock pressed against your entrance, your body instinctively gravitates towards him, craving to be filled. But you feel his weight pull away, teasing it along your slit as he leans over to your ear.

“Be patient, love. Just enjoy it, I’ll do the work, my little cumslut. You’re such a needy little breeding whore, aren’t you?”

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 6 months

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AITA for telling my brother his wife is using him?

This may be long but I want to make sure there is enough info for you to give an accurate judgment. TLDR at the end but I encourage reading the full post

I (25f) have an older brother, J (28m). I also have a younger brother (22m), L. J and I were always close when we were younger then grew apart as we got older, the boys always were close. The year J graduated high school we became close again.

J met his gf A (29-31f, I dont even know how old she is but she's older then J) during college. I remember the first time A came home with him, and she was very sweet but very nervous. We clicked and had a good conversation that lasted hours (we all were at our parents house and us girls had to share a room and the boys did too). Anytime there were holidays we stayed at our parents and did this (big holidays that colleges had off like Christmas and Thanksgiving)

We met up a couple of times and all was fine. It was hard as they lived far away from where we grew up (2-4 hours depending on traffic and routes). Then I moved to the country, about 20 minutes away from them. We met up more often, but only maybe about once every 3 months. No big deal, I was busy working. Then J and A got engaged and it felt like everything changed.

I would invite them to hang out or get dinner, but J and A would make excuses. J would be like "A can't come so we won't make it" even when I said "okay but what if only you came? You're my brother?" He would make excuses. The days they agreed to meet up, suddenly day of couldn't go. He was tired after work, she wasn't feeling good, the car wasn't working. Anything and everything you could think of. I did notice whenever L came to visit me and stay, J and A would always be available to meet up, even if it was last minute.

So I figured...it somehow must be me? And then they got married. And it was beautiful.

Or so im told as it was a private ceremony and I wasn't invited :) I actually was originally told the date, which I asked off of work for, but then I got a text a week prior saying "guess what happened tonight" and then was told they got married. L was there. Our parents and myself were not. A did tell me she didn't feel right inviting our parents if her parents weren't there...but why not me? I was told it was a private ceremony and only L was there as a witness, but one of their friend's posted pictures and it had over 5 different people in them

I tried to let it go but honestly it hurt me and pissed me off and everything kept adding onto it. I have zero clue what the hell i did. I have texted J and asked him point blank if he is mad at me, he would deny. I asked for A's number cause he mentioned she was lonely and had lost friends, I said we could go get our nails done since that's something she likes (I dont but I figured I'd extend an olive branch) he refused to give it to me. It seems its me but again I have zero clue why.

It worsened after me and J got into an argument. They canceled again, and I do know A was having a bought of depression at this time. I understood, as someone diagnosed with depression and anxiety. But J told me I never would understand (A was still going out to places and hanging out with friends, meanwhile there were days I couldn't get out of bed and called into work sick. I know we shouldn't compare mental illness but it seemed like an excuse to me. A also would do things that she has said makes her mental health worse, like reading and watching things that triggers her). The whole reason I wanted to hang out is because I had Christmas gifts from our parents and a few of our childhood friends for them (L was out of the country at this time and had mailed a gift to them). They kept bailing and I tried for TWO MONTHS, I finally delivered the items the week after Valentines.

One of our friends was a baker and TOLD THEM she baked them a cake, special for them because A has dietary restrictions due to a chronic disease. They knew this and it spoiled. So I was upset for my friend, and I lied and said they got it to save her the hurt.

But when J finally told me to drop off the items I blew up at him. We stood outside his house and yelled at each other. He flat out told me to stop being so emotional and that I was letting hormones get in the way of thinking, and that I should understand A being depressed. I did! I yelled at him he should get his head out of his ass and that he is letting down not just me but our friends, especially the baker who has a waitlist and made stuff SPECIAL for them. He didn't thank me for my gift, but texted each individual person for theirs.

That was in 2022. A month after I apologized and he said he forgave me. But nothing has changed. Since then they didn't wish me happy birthday (they called L on his, he is now living with me temporarily, but when I pointed out I didn't get a happy birthday from anyone *literally only one friend wished me a happy birthday and L, even my own parents forgot* A told me I needed to get over myself and that birthdays weren't that important to them so I shouldn't take any offense. I didnt expect them to wish me a happy birthday this year because of that, but my true friends and my parents did remember this year),. They didn't come to my college graduation. I stopped texting J and I hadn't heard a response since. We did see each other this past Christmas coincidentally, not planned as they didn't come to our parents. J was pleasant, A said nothing but watched me the whole time, and I made excuses to leave this Christmas party as I didnt even know they knew the person throwing the party.

I came home early from work this past week and J was visiting L (something J claims he can't do during weekdays cause he works 9-5 during the week...allegedly). J gave me a hug and we all chatted for about an hour, it felt like old times, but then his wife called. It was a smooth conversation then I got brought up, and suddenly A needed J back home immediately. He bailed on dinner plans he and L had (L had spent all day cooking a roast, it was delicious btw and yes L was upset J didn't stay).

I had enough. I called J during his "work hours" on his cell. J answered and I chewed him out. I said our brother was hurt and whatever the issue with me is HAS to stop. If he doesn't tell me whats wrong, I CANT fix it. J told me there was nothing wrong with me and I was reading too into it. I pointed out some of the same instances I listed and he told me I was reading into it. He then accidentally let slip that A didn't want us talking. Which I figured. I blew up and told him A was using him. A was turning him against me and our parents *i am too lazy to go back but he stopped talking to our parents the same time he stopped talking to me but he always talked to L*. I mentioned how she is an adult and if she has an issue with me she needs to tell me, but instead she's a fucking coward. J yelled at me that she has anxiety and I yelled back "bitch I do too! I'm on fucking meds for it" which i know she isnt. J hung up on me.

Not only is everything above an issue, A also: doesn't have a job and only J has the income. Claims its because of her illness, the one that causes dietary restrictions, yet EATS said things even though she knows makes her sick. She won't let J meet up with our childhood friends. A also has stsrted getting J to take edibles with her. If J is tested, it will get him fired from his job. But then she complains he's being a loser if he doesn't do edibles with her.

The kicker is this: A solely used to date women. J is NOT a woman, nor does he want to identify as one. J knows A used to date women, and again tells me I should be more considerate seeing as how I am openly bisexual. However, and I havent told J this, one of the conversations I did have with A after they got married, she told me TO MY FACE "yeah, I never imagined marrying a guy yet here I am." Laughed and I kind of was like oh haha, isnt it crazy how things work out, to which she said "I dont even like men!" Slapped my thigh laughing and continued laughing. I was bewildered and when J had returned and asked what we were talking about we both changed the subject.

I did tell L when that happened and he thought it was weird but we couldn't change anything as they were married. I dont know if I should tell J.

But really I do feel as though A is using J, but now im wondering if I should lay it out more clearly WHY. Or if I should stay out of it. They already seem to hate me, so part of me is like why not go for it. But L is talking me off that bridge (my therapist is also testing me for something that isnt solely anxiety and depression) . I know J is hurt as he told L such, and part of me feels bad I yelled, but also the rest of me wants to key his fucking car and tell him to shove it up his ass and ban him from seeing L at my house as it is MY house even though L is living there

AITA?

TLDR: I yelled at my brother his wife is using him as she doesn't have a job, always falls back on her mental and physical illness yet does things to make them worse, and has also told me she doesn't like men (she used to exclusively date women prior to my brother).

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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bananadrinkxxx · 7 months

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THE BLOOD CROWN (24)

[Aemond Targaryen x Original Female Character ! I fem!reader]

[Dark Romance / Enemies to Lovers / Revenge]

Content for adults. 18+

[warnings: smut, sex content, dark romance, angst, fights, domination, murder]

[description: Aemond Targaryen meets his niece under a different name and falls in love with her without knowing that she is supposed to be his enemy.]

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D R A G O N S T O N E

Jacaerys had never questioned his mother's decisions.

He had always followed her guidance, always defended what she did, and accepted it as it was. She set the course, and he followed.

But this time it was different. This time he questioned and challenged her decisions. He poked at his food, playing with the salad, no desire to shove even a piece into his hungry body. He had never been able to eat when something was bothering him. Jacaerys looked to Lucerys who avoided his gaze. They had not spoken since their conversation, and Jacaerys honestly did not know what to say to his little brother either. He was afraid of another argument. This girl, who everyone seemed to think was Aemma, only brought unrest and imbalance to this family. Why didn't anyone see what he saw? Why did they make him out to be the bad guy?

All he wanted to do was protect his family.

His gaze continued to wander to Daemon, who was staring into the fire. He often seemed absent in thought. It was as if he was thinking about the war every second. He did not blame him. The war was coming, it had been started by the Green side. They were surrounded by enemies and potential traitors, which brought him back to Rose. She didn't belong here. He didn't know her, no one knew her, and even if she was Aemma, there was no guarantee that she was on their side.

Why should he trust a stranger just because she was his blood?

By that logic, he would have to trust Aegon, Aemond, and anyone else.

"I'm done eating, may I remove myself from the table, Mother?" asked Jacaerys, and Rhaenyra looked at him in surprise. She looked at his full plate, quirked her eyebrows, hesitated a moment before nodding. He felt her gaze on his back as he left the room.

He decided to go see his dragon. Jacaerys felt he was the only one he could be himself with. Vermax stared at him as if it knew exactly what Jacaerys was feeling. No wonder, they both had a special connection. He walked up to his dragon and placed his hand on its scaly skin. Vermax gave a soothing growl and he smiled. He would love to take his dragon and fly far away.

Vermax heard her before Jacaerys even knew she was on her way to meet him. He lifted his head toward the entrance and stared there until Jacaerys heard her as well. His mother was dressed in black and red, her hair tied behind her ears. She smiled gently, but it seemed forced. She approached him and stood beside him. Vermax calmed down and tilted his head slightly. It almost seemed as if he was bowing to his Queen.

"You haven't eaten anything," Rhaenyra began, watching him as he stared at Vermax. "Is something bothering you?"

He just snorted and out of the corner of his eye he saw his mother raise an eyebrow.

"Jace..."

He took a deep breath before turning to his mother. "Why is she still here?"

Rhaenyra knew immediately what he was talking about. "Jace, she-"

"She doesn't belong here. She's not Aemma."

His mother looked at him, exhausted. Understanding was in her gaze as she moved closer.

"Look, Jace, I know this is hard to accept, but I'm sure."

He shook his head. She had to be wrong.

"Just because she looks like Aemma doesn't mean she is Aemma. And even if she is Aemma, she grew up with our enemies. She doesn't know us, we don't know her. She doesn't even know anything about her true origins, if that's the case."

"But that doesn't make her any less my child than you or any of the other siblings."

"What makes you my mother is my love for you. Our time together. Our past. She does not know you. She knows nothing. I love you. She doesn't love you."

He saw his mother wince at his last sentence and he felt guilty. He was partially disgusted with himself, but he had to speak the truth before a major disaster happened.

He walked toward her, but she seemed dismissive, so he stopped. He clenched his hand into a fist. He hated that he was now the bad guy. He didn't want to hurt her. He didn't want to hurt his brother either. He just wanted Rose to go away.

"Give her a chance, Jace," his mother began. "I won't put her in any position where she can hurt us, I promise you that, but I do wish that you would try to get to know her."

He would love to grant her that wish. He would do anything for his mother, even that, but if he felt it would hurt them, would it be the right thing to do? Wouldn't it be negligent to grant her this wish when he knew that he could in fact be this girl's enemy?

He shook his head. "I can't." He looked to Vermax, who was watching him. No movement escaped his scrutinizing gaze.

Rhaenyra looked at him in disappointment. "Jace..." She did not speak further. She didn't have to.

"Forgive me, mother. I understand that you miss Aemma. I miss her, too. Every day. I loved her, but I love you too. I can't let this girl," he puffed, "take advantage of our vulnerability."

With those words, he turned around. He knew he was being rude and lacked respect, for his mother and for his queen but he didn't understand why no one saw what he saw. He would prove it to them. He would prove it to them all.

. . . . .

Rose could not get the last conversation with the Black Queen out of her head. It was her first conversation with her, by the way, but it had felt strangely familiar, as if she had known the princess for ages. She had a perfect view of the Dragonpit from her window. She watched the dragons and especially Marax had taken a fancy to her. He was a young dragon, a maid had told her, but he was far superior in size and strength to his brothers and sisters. Before she had ridden him, Marax had listened to no one. A stubborn beast, the servants had called him, a dragon no one wanted to get too close to. He had belonged to Princess Aemma before she disappeared. She was incredibly grateful to the dragon for wanting to save her. She longed to put her hand on his scaly skin. I wonder how he was doing. The arrow had pierced his wing, an injury he had only because of her.

"Aren't you hungry?," she suddenly heard a voice behind her, and Rose flinched, startled. Prince Lucerys stood leaning against the door, looking down at her full plate, which stood untouched on the table. She looked at him apologetically and shook her head. She hadn't heard him come in, so engrossed had she been in her thoughts.

"I feel a little nauseous," she reported, "I'll eat when I feel better."

Lucerys looked at her critically. "The food is already cold. I'll have new ones brought in."

"Please don't," she shook her head. "Don't trouble yourself on my account, my prince. I am grateful for your food. Even cold, it will taste good to me. I will eat it as soon as my stomach settles."

"It is no trouble," Lucerys objected. He came closer and raised a hand to press it against her forehead. Rose flinched in surprise. "Are you sick?" It was a strange sensation to feel his hand against her forehead. This closeness was foreign to her.

"You don't have a fever," Lucerys stated, looking relieved. "Maybe we need to take your mind off it."

Rose tilted her head slightly to the side. "What do you mean?"

Lucerys grinned. "Come with me, and I'll show you." The young prince grabbed her hand and was about to pull her along, but Rose stopped and shook her head. He looked at her in wonder.

"I guess that's not a good idea. I should stay here in my room."

"My mother gave permission. You're free to move around here."

Rose's eyes snapped open. "She allowed it?"

Lucerys smiled warmly. "She doesn't want you to feel like a prisoner here."

But I am. I am a prisoner, Rose thought, but she did not speak it. Lucerys seemed so happy at that moment, liberated, that she didn't want to take that feeling away from him. He reached for her hand again and this time she let him pull her along. It wasn't until they were just outside the Dragonpit that she realized what he was about to do.

"Marax misses you," he said, and Rose looked at him in surprise.

"I get to visit him?"

Lucerys seemed to want to say something, it seemed like he was fighting an inner battle, but then he nodded and smiled at her. He had the dragon summoned by the dragon guards and Rose watched with wide eyes as the young dragon stomped towards them proudly, almost regally. He let his gaze glide suspiciously over the area before spotting her and almost joyfully approaching her. The fear she had first felt with Vhagar and also with Marax had vanished. It was as if it had never existed. She took a step toward Marax and the dragon bent down slightly toward her. His hot air blew toward her and a tingling sensation arose on her skin. She put her hand on his nose, and he made a contented sound.

"I missed you, too," she confessed, and she had a feeling he understood. It was a strange feeling. They felt... connected. As if Marax belonged to her and she to him.

Then she remembered the dragon's injury and looked at his wing, which had a hole in it.

She looked to Lucerys. "How is he?" she asked, concerned.

"Better, he's eating a lot and his wing is healing well. The wing will have a tear but the dragon guards said it is comparable to a scar on a human body. It will be visible forever, but eventually it won't be felt."

She nodded in relief. "Very good. I couldn't forgive myself if he were hurt because of me."

"Do you feel a special bond with him?" asked Lucerys suddenly, stepping closer. Marax surveyed him, but he did not perceive him as a threat. Rose was surprised at his question.

"I had a dragon, too," Lucerys began. "His name was Arrax. My mother laid his egg in my cradle and from that point on he belonged to me as I belonged to him."

"What happened to him?"

Lucerys looked at her as if considering whether to tell her. "Aemond killed him."

She swallowed, feeling the stab in her heart that the mention of his name triggered in her. She turned her gaze to the ground.

"Or rather, his dragon, Vhagar. We met when we were both trying to win Lord Baratheon to our side. Aemond demanded my eye and when I flew away on Arrax, he chased me. I am sure he wanted to kill me. Arrax tried to protect me. It all happened very quickly and only the gods know how I survived it, but in the end my dragon was in several pieces and my uncle had grabbed me by the arm and pulled me onto his dragon. You know the rest of the story."

Rose looked at the young prince in displeasure. She had not known that Aemond had killed his dragon. He must have meant a lot to Lucerys. She understood the hatred of uncle and nephew, both had suffered losses and both had taken something from the other. But then she remembered a question that had been burning on her tongue for some time, and she felt that this time would be the right time to ask it.

"Did you know about Blood and Cheese?"

Lucerys eyes widened. He looked at her in wonder and he shook his head.

"Blood and Cheese?"

She searched his eyes for a lie, something that would prove to her how evil the Blacks were, but she saw only honesty and confusion in them. He knew nothing about the assassination.

"An attempt was made to assassinate the sons of Queen Helaena and King Aegon. Assassins named Blood and Cheese, said to have been sent from your ranks."

Lucerys eyes grew abnormally large and he shook his head. "We didn't send anyone."

"It happened the night you escaped. They say it was your mother."

"No," Lucerys almost shrieked, shaking his head even harder. He stumbled back a step. He turned pale. "Mother would never hurt innocent children. She would never have given the order."

"Then who did?"

"I don't know," Lucerys said harshly. He seemed dazed for a moment before he got himself back under control. He looked her seriously in the eyes. "I don't know, but what I do know is that our mother would never do such a thing."

Our mother... It was strange that he called her our mother, but probably at that moment he was thinking of his siblings, who seemed to adore Rhaenyra as much as he did. Rose was envious for a brief moment. She wished she had had that connection to her mother as well. Instead, she had had a cold block of ice that, other than shelter and food on the table, hadn't given her much. And yet Rose had loved her.

"Forgive me," Rose interjected apologetically. She walked up to Lucerys and took his hand in hers. His hand was warm. Hers cold. "I meant no offense to you or your mother, my prince."

He eyed her and for a brief moment she was afraid he would snatch his hand from her, but then he nodded and the warmth returned to his eyes.

"I don't want you to think badly of her," he confessed, and Rose looked at him in wonder. Why did he care how she thought of his mother,? She was a nobody in all of her presence. She wondered what she was doing here anyway. She was worthless. If they tried to blackmail Aemond with her, they would soon find out that their efforts were useless.

She smiled nonetheless. "I don't think badly of your mother. She seems like a kind-hearted woman."

Lucerys seemed pleased by her words. "She is."

. . . . .

"She's pregnant," Rhaena told her sister, and he heard Baela make a surprised sound.

Jacaerys had wanted to visit his fiancée, to talk to her about the situation, asking for her opinion, asking for her help, before he heard Rhaena's words.

He had been standing outside the door, ready to be advised by his fiancée, his future queen, before Rhaena's words held him back. He pressed himself against the wall, in shades of darkness, safe from their gaze. He was ashamed of himself for eavesdropping, but he had a nasty feeling that he knew exactly who they were talking about.

"Rhaenyra?" He heard Baela ask.

"Aemond's mistress."

"Aemma?"

"Stop calling her that," Rhaena demanded. She suddenly sounded dismissive. "Maybe Jacaerys is right. Maybe we're all wrong."

Jacaerys inhaled contentedly through her nose. Finally, someone who understood his position. Maybe he wasn't fighting a losing battle after all.

"Rhaena, you know what Father said. You-"

"I don't care," Rhaena interrupted her sister. Normally Baela was the more short-tempered of the two of them, and Rhaena the one who kept her cool. A strange situation to suddenly see the roles reversed. "She is expecting a child from Aemond. Our enemy. She is carrying a child by him in her womb."

"How do you know?" Baela sounded suspicious.

"I heard the Grand Maester talking to Rhaenyra about it. They haven't seen me. I don't think even Father knows."

Jacaerys clenched his hands into fists. His mother was hiding Rose's pregnancy? Even from Daemon? Was she out of her mind? Why did she feel so much sympathy for a girl she didn't know? Was she so addicted to her desire to see Aemma again that she was willing to risk everything for it? He did not understand his mother's naiveté. Surely she had to know how dangerous it was. If it was indeed Aemond's bastard, then Rose would choose him. If she had ever intended otherwise.

"I'm sure she has a good reason, Rhaena."

"I don't care, I want this girl gone," Rhaena hissed. "Because of Aemond, we almost lost Lucerys. She can't be Aemma. She knows nothing about our cousin. The only ones who are really convinced are Rhaenyra and Lucerys, and that's only because they both blame themselves for her disappearance. If Aemond learns that she carries his bastard under her heart, he will stop at nothing to get her back."

Rhaena had summed up what Jacaerys was thinking and at that moment he knew what to do. His cousin had provided him with the answer. He would make sure that everything would be back in balance. Rose would not destroy his family. He would not let it happen. He couldn't let it happen. Jacaerys tried to slip away as quietly as possible. Once in his chambers, he locked his door behind him to make sure no one would barge in unexpectedly. Then he sat down at his table, took out his feather, parchment and ink, and closed his eyes for a moment. He wondered if he was making the right decision, if perhaps he was acting too much out of his emotions, but then he thought about the consequences that his inaction could bring.

He saw his dead siblings in his mind's eye. Lucerys, dead, lying in the dead arms of his mother, who had laid her head on him. Around them, the corpses of the people Jacaerys loved more than himself.

He would protect them all. He opened his eyes, determined, and dipped the feather in the ink.

Then he began to write.

K I N G S L A N D I N G

Helaena Targaryen was no longer the woman she once was. She had never been open and full of life, but now she seemed like a shadow of her former self. She sat there at the window, staring at the moon and humming softly to herself, while Aemond watched her. He had longed for his sister, missed her, and longed for her warmth, but she had hardly noticed him since his arrival in her chambers. It was almost as if he did not exist. She even refused to visit Aegon, which did not even surprise him much. Their marriage was as forced as love for each other. The two of them had never been connected. But they both, on the other hand, did. He always felt the need to protect her, whether from others or from himself, he was always ready to throw himself in front of her and defend her with his life. But since the assassination, that night, she was a different person. He would never forgive Rhaenyra for this act, he would kill her for trying to take his family's life, but he admitted that he suspected someone else. He had heard about the cruel character of his uncle. Second Maegor, Otto always called him. But it wouldn't change anything if it was Daemon or Rhaenyra. Both would die at his hands.

Aemond watched his sister. His poor sister. He missed her. He had hoped that at least Helaena would remain with him after he lost Rose, but not even that, did the gods grant him. Was he such a bad person that they didn't even begrudge him a little happiness and joy?

"Dragonseed in Dragonseed," Helaena suddenly sang, and Aemond's eyebrows drew together in irritation. He wondered if he had heard her correctly, so sudden had been her words. "Dragonseed in Dragonseed," she repeated again. She didn't speak to him, it was as if she were singing herself a lullaby, three words she repeated over and over. He straightened up, stared at his sister, and was about to ask her the meaning of her words before there was a knock at the door and Ser Criston Cole entered. He bowed and came briskly toward Aemond.

"Here, your Grace," he said humbly, holding out a letter to him. Aemond raised an eyebrow. The letter had no seal.

"What is this?"

"The letter is addressed to you. It was on the iron throne, I found it when I was looking for you. Look at the back."

Aemond turned the letter over and suddenly everything stiffened. A name appeared that he had not expected. It was only the first letters but he knew immediately who had written this letter to him. He tensed every muscle in his body, every fiber began to burn and without letting another moment pass, he stood up, went to the window and tore open the letter. He read quickly, starting over and over again. His hands began to tremble and his breathing quickened. Suddenly his mouth was dry and his eye was burning. Everything in his body felt strange. He stared at the written lines, handwriting he hadn't seen in years, but which he would recognize among hundreds. He stumbled backwards slightly, crushing the letter in his hand before regaining his composure and walking out of his sister's chambers without a word.

The look of Helaena burned like fire in his neck.

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explaination "Dragonseed" : Dragonseeds is a term to describe the bastards of Valyrian descent, usually fathered by members of House Targaryen.

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tmntxthings · 2 years

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So I may be having some trouble at school and I was wondering if Gn! Reader could try and get some help in math from Donnie? (Or all if this is a HC situation.)

either way, just reader begging Dee or the others for some help and being super duper grateful when their grade goes up?

Mathematically Inclined

author’s note: I personally hate math, I’m an English major, I went as far away from math as possible, would’ve been nice to have Donnie help me out in statistics last semester T-T

warnings: cursing, fluff :D

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It was the end of the world. You had t-minus two days until your big exam. And it was comprehensive of every single chapter you had to learn that semester. And you had went through a lot of chapters, twelve, but who’s counting right?

You had your notes and you had previous chapter exams and even homework to go over. But it wasn’t clicking, and you were starting to feel DOOMED. Holding back a dramatic sob and thinking of how tragic your transcript would look with a big fat ‘F’ for college algebra. You decided you needed help. Normally, you’d just suffer in silence, you weren’t the type to rely on others. In fact, you were very proud to have gotten this far on your own. If this had been any other subject you’d have it in the bag. But it was math.

“Donnie please I need your help,” you said into your phone. “With what exactly?” Donnie asked, currently he was working on multiple things. He hadn’t left his lab in days, he hadn’t even answered your first call! “I’ve got this really big test and it’s make or break time. If I fail this I’m getting an F.” If Donnie couldn’t teach you then you just didn’t know what else to do. Studying on your own wasn’t going well. It was too late to schedule for tutoring. You waited with bated breath for Donnie’s answer, “when’s the exam?” it wasn’t an answer but at least it wasn’t a straight up rejection!

“Two days!” You whimpered, “please Dee, please please please help me!” You were resorting to begging for pete’s sake! You heard a long sigh, “alright but you have to come here, bring some energy drinks.” And the nerd hung up in your face.

You couldn’t believe it. He said yes?! You were scrambling to get all of your things in your backpack. Thankfully you had the drinks already in your fridge, your roommate liked to stay up late gaming when they didn’t have school work to do. “Borrowing a couple of these I’ll get you more!” You called over your shoulder as you raced out of the door. Heading for the lair but specifically to Donnie.

You had an energy drink in your hand, giving it to Donnie as soon as you passed through the lab doors. And boy did he need it! His eyes looked so strained like he hadn’t slept for days! “Dee what’s up?” You asked, concerned for your friends health. “Just been busy, can’t afford to sleep right now, I’m so close to finishing its maddening.” The purple turtle sighed as he looked over your notes.

“What seems to be your issue? I mean everything you have written down is correct,” it was your turn to sigh. “Yeah well that’s just it, I’m never the one doing the problems I’ve been using the internet for homework…” you grumbled, more than embarrassed to admit your faults. “So, you’ve been cheating?” Donnie raised an eyebrow. “I mean is it really?! Everything so far has been online, I’m just using the resources I have available. And now the last test is in person?! It seriously blows!!” You huffed at the end of your rant, only to see that Donnie was smirking.

“So you don’t know how to do any of this yourself and you want me to teach you a semesters worth of work in less than two days?” The way he put it, it sounded impossible! You slouched over, elbows on your knees, hands to your face. “So it’s hopeless?” You mumbled. The last bit of hope you had finally draining. “I didn’t say that, just wanted to clarify,” you peeked out of your hands to see Donnie had a small smile on his face. You wondered if he thought this was funny. You swallowed your irritation, latching onto the last spark of hope.

“Alright let’s do this.” You said, determination written on your face. You cracked open your own drink and took a long swig then with a pencil in hand you waited for instructions. “Start with this, x raised to the 5th…”

The whole first day was pretty rough. It was nonstop problems. Going from the basics of chapter one and building your way back up. By the end of the day you had a solid piece of foundation and at least knew how to start tackling the problems from chapter one to five. “How about a break, we could both use a nap, we’ll pick up where we left off,” Donnie was yawning and he stood stretching out his legs and arms. You leaned back in your swivel chair, “sounds good to me,” you said tiredly as your eyes instantly closed. You’d fall asleep right there in one of his lab chairs.

“C’mon you goof, you’ll hurt yourself sleeping there.” You blinked drowsily, not wanting to move but forcing yourself to get up, following his lead as he led you to a couch in the back of his lab. “Wake me up in an hour,” you mumbled sleepily as you curled up on one end of the couch. Donnie shook his head, throwing a purple blanket over you and going to the other end. He scrolled through his phone for about five minutes before setting a timer and falling asleep too.

The snooze button was hit a couple of times as the both of you grumbled at the rude awakening an hour later. “5 more minutes!” You pleaded and Donnie who was more tired than you readily agreed. 15 minutes later your eyes were widening as you sat up from your spot on the couch. “Shit shit shit! Donnie we gotta go back to studying!” You said and he was jumping up from his position, “mhm yeah I’m awake!” he yawned as he grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around himself, walking back over to where your notes were on his table.

“Alright… where were we.. oh yeah!~” Genius Donnie was back into the swing of things before you were fully seated. The rest of the studying became a blur. Truly you didn’t even know if you would be able to remember it all but you got through all the material with Donnie’s help, all 12 fucking chapters. “Anddd that’s about it!” Donnie said tapping the white board he had brought over to write the equations out with you. He had learned quickly you were a visual learner. “With four hours to spare,” you practically weeped as you looked down at your phone. “3 hour nap and then I’ll head there,” your words were slurred from sleep deprivation. Honestly you didn’t know how Donnie could function without sleeping for days on end.

“Back to the couch!” He said half dragging you there as your feet stumbled multiple times. Both of you collapsed onto the couch. “Thanks Donnie, really I appreciate it,” you murmured, snuggling into his side and falling asleep faster than he could reply. If he wasn’t so tired himself he’d be pushing you away, he couldn’t even find himself to be embarrassed, “geez,” was all he could say, closing his eyes as he felt his cheeks rise in heat. Thank god you were already passed out, he didn’t know what he would do if you had seen him blushing! He tried to ignore the feeling of your cheek pressed against his plastron, or how your hair was so soft. He was speaking a mantra in his head just wishing to fall asleep along with you, it took a couple of minutes but he finally did.

You woke up with a start. Something felt wrong and you gasped, waking up Donnie who had his head resting on top of yours. “Wha- what’s wrong?!” He said rubbing his eyes to clear the blurriness. “What time is it?!” You said scrambling for your phone but it wasn’t on the couch. Donnie raised his wrist tech, “you’ve got 30 minutes,” he breathed out and you were running to your things. “Oh my god, I’ve gotta go, thanks again Donnie, see ya later, wish me luck!” And you were out of his lab door, like a whirlwind. “Good luck,” he said even though you were already gone, and he smiled, hoping you’d get a decent grade so you could be happy and get some sleep.

Three hours later you burst into the lab, “HEY-“ Donnie had started to yell thinking it was one of his dumb dumb brothers but stopped once he saw it was you. “Oh Y/n? How’d it go?” He placed down the tech parts he was working on. Removing his gloves and wiping his brow, turning to face you. You had tears in your eyes! “Y/n?” He said softly, and you ran forward lunging for him. “Oomph-“ he was more than surprised thinking you’d be mad if you were crying but he felt you squeeze his torso. “I knew what I was doing!! I’m pretty certain I made a bangin’ grade! Definitely a C+ if not a B!!” You squealed happily as he felt the happy tears pour down your face.

He sighed with relief, thankful that was the reason for the tears. “That’s great to hear Y/n,” he was happy for you. “Thank you so much Donnie, you’re the best!! You’re my hero!” You said your face tilting upwards to look at him with shiny eyes. He gulped, not knowing what to say and feeling overwhelmed and more than a little sheepish at the compliments. “Ah- well- you’re welcome,” he managed to get out. “Do you wanna celebrate with me?? I’ll get anything! Your favorites!” You beamed up at him, still holding him tightly. He couldn’t stop himself, he couldn’t hold it back any longer. His face flushed a dark green and he nodded. More than happy to get his favorite pizza to celebrate your success. “Yeah sure,” he said trying to seem unfazed even though his face felt hot.

You giggled, a slight blush coloring the top of your ears. “I’m on it then!” Your hands slowly letting him go as you turned your back to order the pizza. Donatello’s hands hadn’t moved from his sides but he was clenching them into fists now, resisting the urge to pull you back to him. Oh Galileo was he screwed! He blew out a breath, doing it anyway, pulling your back to meet his plastron as he rested his chin on your head. Trying to act like this was totally normal, he hummed looking down at where you were at with the online order. “Get some cheese sticks too,” he mumbled and you were turning red as you relaxed into his hold, “s-sure!”

Maybe math wasn’t so bad after all… you thought to yourself, especially if you got to study with such a cute genius! You clicked order and closed your phone, moving your head to look upwards as he lifted his chin off of your head to be able to peer down at you. “I think I like math now..” you said a little dumbfounded. Donnie couldn’t help it, he burst into laughter, holding you tightly to him, you were just too cute. “I don’t know, I think I like something else,” Donnie smirked after his laughing subsided, he noticed your burning ears and bit down on his lower lip, thinking you were absolutely adorable.

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unabashegirl · 11 months

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Different 1 (HS)

Summary: Harry is just like any other college student. He is a senior in Chicago University. He keeps to himself except when he is spending time with his closest friends, Sarah and Mitch. His world revolves around his future career, friends, and family. His quiet and routine driven life takes a turn, one weekend when he meets Y/N Y/L/N. She is way too different from him. She spends most of her days surrounded by people who care for superficial and materialistic things. Her parents are never home, and they think that with money everything can be solved. They are both from different worlds yet something that night clicks and Y/N can never again get him off her mind.

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“So, are you coming?” Mitch asked him as they sat in the dining hall of the university and attempted to eat what they had chosen as their meal. Harry had ordered a warm tortilla soup and a side salad with some lemonade. He was a messy eater, and so he was careful not to spill any soup on his white sweater or worst yet, stain his sleeves.

“To Y/N’s party?” He asked unbothered and disinterested in the idea of partying at some rich girl’s house. “Are you even invited?” Harry had no intention of getting in trouble, especially for such a superficial thing as attending a party of an almost stranger.

“Obviously not” Harry rolled his eyes at him as he looked through the notes of his upcoming biochemistry class. “Emma was and I am sure if we ask her, she’ll help us get in.”

“We are barely friends with her!” He argued getting annoyed by his persistence. “Why are you so interested in going?” Harry challenged wanting to know the true reason. “We rarely see her. She is on another major and most importantly you don’t know her!”

“Isn’t she studying psychology or something ?” Sarah asked as she continued eating the grapes that she had carefully packed that morning. Mitch only nodded and took a sip out of his vitamin water.

“So what? I want to get to know her. It’s senior year, H. Let’s finally do something fun” Harry snorted but eventually gave in. Mitch had always craved to be popular and well-known around campus. Although he barely could count his friends on one hand. He blamed it on not having enough time to manage everything. Yet he barely turned in assignments. On the other hand, Harry was an introvert. He hated the uncomfortable silences that surged in conversations with strangers. Therefore, he avoided talking and making conversation altogether.

But either way no matter how annoyed Harry got with Mitch, they were still best friends.

That weekend they found themselves crammed into a small vehicle heading up north, where Y/N’s family house was situated. In a small town named Lake Forest. The town was known for its enormous and pricey houses. As soon as they pulled up into her street Harry already regretted leaving the dorms.

Mitch decided to park the car a few blocks away from the house due to the high congestion of cars. Emma was already waiting for them at the front of the gate with a drink in her hand.

“It’s about time you showed up! I am freezing my ass!” She complained evidently cold from the already low temperatures at the North Shore in early August. Y/N’s house was right on the coast of the Michigan River making the breeze even colder. “Come on already!” She stumped her food on the ground just like a little kid would do when throwing a tantrum. Regardless, she reached over and dialed the intercom.

“Hello?” A soft voice greeted them.

“Hey babe is Emma, could you open the door?” Her tone was completely different from the one that she was using a few minutes ago with them. She was cheerful and happy and kind.

“Oh hey! Yeah sure! Let me buzz you in!” Then within a matter of seconds, the front doors of the house opened up to them revealing a long driveway towards the house. The sides of the driveway were decorated with trees and bushes. Emma lead the way as the rest of them looked around awestruck.

“Who needs such a long driveway anyway?” Sarah questioned clearly annoyed by the attention that they were all giving Y/N without even having to meet her.

“Please don’t be weird” Emma pleaded with them when we came to the end of the road and across her huge house. “She is really nice. So, no need to be assholes” They all nodded before Sarah opened the door.

It wasn’t like Harry expected it to be like. He had assumed that the party would be filled with snobby super-rich kids complaining about their lives but to his surprise, there were people from all over, including people from their major.

There was also space to walk, talk and even sit without having to push or shove people around. Harry knew it was one of the perks of having a big ass house.

“Emma! Hey!” A girl smiled at her and began approaching them. She leaned in and hugged her tightly. “I am so glad you made it!”

“Hey! You look great!” Emma smiled widely at her “How’ve you been?”

“Good! How about yourself?” Emma goes on to explain her boy's problems and the issues about the current gossip going around involving her. All while the rest stood back and tried their best to follow. “Oh! These are my friends Harry, Sarah, and Mitch” She introduced them after a few minutes. I looked up and smiled at her still not sure what to make of her. “This is Y/N guys”

Y/N Y/L/N was pretty known around campus. She was an extrovert. She had at least one friend in every class. Y/N would befriend anyone who seemed lonely. She had this resting bitch face which people misinterpreted.

Harry’s eyes scanned her body and face wanting to confirm everything that Mitch had told him. He spoke about her none stop and even stalked her social media and followers.

She had this gorgeous, thick hair that ran down her back and stopped a few inches above her butt. She had doe-eyes that could move crowds. Y/N wore some type of black shirt, with blue jeans and an oversized cardigan. Her hair was pushed back, and she wore a shiny necklace that stole everyone’s attention. It had been a gift from her grandfather. It held a special place in her heart. She has never taken it off ever since it was gifted to her.

“Hi, guys, nice to meet you” Her voice was even appealing — Harry thought. She shook all of their hands, and she shook Harry’s hand last.

Y/N had never before interacted with him. She had seen him around campus with Emma yet she had never had a conversation with him. Let alone notice his natural beauty. She instantly found him attractive. He wore a simple black hoodie, beige jeans, and vans. His hair was stunning and his face structure reminded her of the carved statues in the museum.

Harry licked his lips and looked away. He felt intimidated by her glaze. His mouth was suddenly too dry and he needed a drink.

“Please help yourself in the kitchen and enjoy yourselves. Let me know if you need anything else” Y/N insisted just before she disappeared in the wave of people.

“What the fuck was that?” Mitch gasped for air, seconds after she left. “Did you see that ass?” Harry chuckled and shook his head at him. “Isn’t she stunning?”

“Yes, Mitch” Harry muttered. Mitch dragged him towards the kitchen in search of some drinks and snacks. “And you wonder why you are still single”. Harry said to him.

Mitch chuckled and continued to pour vodka into three red cups.

“That kind of girl only dates guys with trust funds,” Sarah remarked reaching out for a cup. “And you two don’t qualify”.

“Somebody’s cranky” Mitch poked her on her side. It was clear that Sarah wasn’t too happy. She knew it was silly, yet she couldn’t explain the feeling that bubbled within her. She was pretty but her confidence made her uncomfortable.

“Somebody needs to shut the fuck up” She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms across her chest.

“Now what?” Harry walked behind them as she exited the kitchen.

“Now we look around the house and try to guess how much everything is worth” Mitch winked, there were two huge glass doors that gave out to the backyard. They were open, expanding the length of the living room. People stood out around a small fire pit. Green grass extended and covered all of the property, ending by the wooden dock over the lake. “She has a fucking boat. Unbelievable” Mitch gasped under his breath.

“It’s my father’s” Her voice startled them as she walked up to them from behind. She barely used it anymore because the weather was starting to get cooler “It’s useful during the summer” Y/N would use it as a car and would drive to her other friends’ docks. “What’s your major?” she finally asked.

“Biology” Harry responded, “Mitch’s is engineering, and Sarah is in economics”.

Y/N leaned against the back of the couch, looking for some support for her back. She had been spending too much time hunched over the books in the library.

“That explains why I rarely see you on campus” Harry was studying biology with the intention of entering medical school. He had even already presented all the standardized exams to enter. He was just waiting for the results. Meanwhile, Mitch was staying in Chicago and Sarah was looking at job opportunities on the east coast.

“Y/N” a guy roughly around their age, walked up to them. His name was Brian and was pretty known around campus. His friends and he studied economics with Sarah. She tried her best to ignore him most days. She sat in front of him and detested the way he talked with superiority to others. Brian wrapped his arms around Y/N as he owned her. Like she was his and the world needed to know.

The gesture generated a small spark of jealousy within Harry.

“Hey. I am glad you made it” She slowly and gently tore off him. Y/N felt uncomfortable and so she took a step backward, trying to gain some distance between them.

“I bought more drinks. The boys are taking them into the kitchen”. Sarah rolled her eyes at the mention of the ‘boys’. She felt like she was back in high school when the popular kids were in this one group that was untouchable and desired by many. “Sorry and who are you?”

“These are my friends” Y/N warmly smiled.

“Right,” he nodded as he stared down at them. “Sarah! I didn’t know you came to these types of things”. She faked smiled back yet held back from insulting him. Brian would really get on her nerves.

“Go get yourself a drink” Y/N suggested, embarrassed of him.

Harry paid no attention to him. He was too invested in holding stares with Y/N.

“Will I get to speak to you later?” Brian looked down at her with a hard state, “Alone” he added. Y/N nodded slightly earning a soft stroke on the side of her face before he left them.

“Sorry about that. Brian plays hockey and his father is the owner of this amusement park corporation, and he thinks he is the big shit” They laughed but Harry could tell that she was still bothered by his attitude.

The party picked up after a few hours. Everyone was spilling drinks and the floor had gotten to that point where it was sticky, but people were having fun. Harry sat on the kitchen floor because all of the couches were occupied by horny couples. He was tired from all the dancing that Sarah and Emma had forced him into.

“Tired?”

“A- a bit” he stuttered surprised to see Y/N sitting beside him. “Y-you?”

“Very much” She admitted. She lived in an apartment in the city that her parents had bought for her during her freshman year. It was a small studio apartment. It was her haven which is why she never threw parties there. That and the fact that it was too small. Therefore, she had driven just like everyone else.

“Aren’t you worried they are trashing the place?” He was curious as to why she wasn’t kicking everyone out of the house, and she was so relaxed.

“They are having fun” Y/N watched Sarah and Mitch holding each other’s hand and spinning around in her living room and hysterically laughing at one another. “That’s what matters. Plus, it’s my parent's house” she shrugged.

“Aren’t they going to kill you?” Y/N’s parents were a touchy subject for her. She isn’t tensed up and quieted down. Harry instantly noticed that his comment had made her uncomfortable.

“They don’t really care” The psychology student confessed. She was surprised by herself. Y/N never spoke about them. She had a difficult relationship with them.

“I- I understand the feeling” He smiled at her weakly. And so, they allowed the comfortable silence to engulf them.

A few hours later, Mitch was drunk and so was Emma. Most people had already left. It was mostly them and three other friends of Y/N’s.

“I guess we should get going” Harry rose to his feet, pulling Mitch up too.

“Would you like some help?” She asked as she pulled Mitch’s other arm over her shoulder. They quietly dragged him out of the house and sat him on the steps leading up to the main entrance.

“Why don’t you go get the car and I’ll buzz you in, so you don’t have to drag him all the way down the street” She suggested. Harry remained quiet and ran out for the car. Meanwhile, Y/N woke up Sarah who had passed out on the couch in the living room.

Harry pulled up and unlocked the car doors so moving/ carrying Mitch was easier. Sarah got in the car by herself. Meanwhile, Harry and Y/N helped Mitch sit upright on the seat.

“You are so beautiful” Mitch slurred to her as she leaned over him to bucked him in. “Date me” he divulges. Y/N laughed at his drunken state.

“Next time big boy” She kissed his cheek and winked. Mitch threw his head back and passed out with a big smile.

“Oh! forgot about Emma!” Harry exclaimed, he felt Y/N’s hand on his forearm which instantly stopped any movement.

“She can stay here. Let her sleep. My parents aren’t home so the company would be nice” She pointed out. “I’ll drive her tomorrow”.

“O-okay” Harry stuttered then cleared his throat “Thank you for having us” Y/N leaned in and hugged him gently.

“Thank you for coming” She muttered before she pulled away. “I had lots of fun! Drive safe”

Harry smiled at her before getting into the car. He watched her through the rearview mirror as she waved. He found himself perplexed by her kindness, her beauty, her eyes, and her simplicity. It was too bad that they belonged to different worlds — he pondered.

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sapppy-cocktail · 2 years

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Falling In Love With You - Part 1

Max Mayfield x Reader

IMPORTANT: The taglist we’ve all been waiting for is finally here.

As I walk through the halls of the hospital I’ve been in everyday for over half a year the sound of frustrated sighs stop me in my tracks. That’s when I hear the sound of violent clicking and beeping come from a room. A room I’ve never been in, the door always kept shut, except this time the door was slightly open making me want to peak in. I look around making sure no one other doctors or nurses are looking at me. They all seemed to be focused so I slowly walk towards the door. Pushing the door open slightly makes a creaking noise. The girl on the bed stops pressing the button once she hears the door. “Doctor L/N?” She asks making me notice the poor state of the girl. Her eyes open but the slight cloudiness appearance in her eyes makes me realise the girl is blind. “She’s not here right now but if you want I can wait with you until she arrives.” I offer as I stand in the doorway prepared to leave if she asks. She stays quiet for a few seconds before responding. “Yes please. I’d like that.” Her response makes me walk in shutting the door behind me before walking over to the chair beside her bed.

“So uh, do you have any hobbies?” I ask. “I like skateboarding.” “Oh really? Me too.” I say making her slightly smile and raise her eyebrows in slight shock. “Really?” She asks making me nod even though she can’t see me. “Yeah I started maybe when I was 7. Do you know any tricks?” I ask as I look around the room. People seem to visit her a lot with all the gifts surrounding her bed. “I’ve been working on an ollie for a while.” She said making me smile proudly as I think back to when I first landed it. “Yeah that’s a hard one. It took me forever to learn it. I was only able to do it consistently without trouble not too long ago. Once you get out of the hospital I can help you with it if you’d like me to.” I say making her force a laugh. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I’m blind.” “I’m aware, but there are a ton of blind skaters.” I say before continuing. “A blind skater actually helped me learn how to do a kick flip.” I say making her furrow her eyebrows. “Really?” She asks raising her eyebrows. “Yeah, he’s like a pro skater. Look I know I can’t really have a say because I’ve never experienced what you’ve been through but I’m sure it won’t be too hard if you really love the sport and want to learn it. If you don’t give up and you have someone to support you and help you out I’m sure you’ll be able to get it in no time.” I say making her force a small smile. “I have nobody to teach me. None of my friends skate.” She says making me scoff. “This whole time I’ve been offering to assist you. But now I get it, message received. You don’t like me.” I say making her let out a small laugh. “It’s not that I don’t want your help, it’s just that I’m sure you have better things to do than teach a blind girl how to skate.” “Well, fun fact I don’t.” I say making her chuckle in response. “No friends?” She asks making me smile. “Surprisingly I don’t, they’re currently rebuilding the school so no classes means no meeting people and that means no friend making.” I say as I look around on the bed until I find the clipboard I was looking for. “Looks like we’d be in the same year level Maxine.” I say as I look at the sheet with her name and date of birth. “Its Max.” She responds making me look up from the sheet. “Sorry?” I ask making her repeat herself. “My name, it’s Max. I prefer Max.” She says making me nod. “Oh, my bad.” I mumble as I grab the red pen lying on the desk beside the bed and cross out the rest of her name just leaving Max Mayfield on the sheet. “Well other than being at the hospital I’ve got nothing but time on my hands so I’m completely available to teach you.” I say as I put down the clipboard. “Why are you in the hospital?” She asks making me lay back into my seat to get a bit more comfortable before talking.

“Well once Hawkins went to shit and all that random shit opened up through the ground my mum wanted to help out since she heard a ton of the doctors and nurses were leaving so she made us pack and moved us out here, and since I know a few things and have nothing to do I just help out with all her patients and all. “I’m actually your doctors daughter.” I say making her lips part and eyebrows raise in disbelief. “Dr L/N?” She asks making me nod. “Yeah, that’s my mum.” I say making her furrow her eyebrows. “How come I’ve never met you then?” She asks making me shrug. “My mum doesn’t like me seeing her patients since she’s got more qualifications than other staff members she’s got patients that need more care and attention. But even I do a different part in the hospital. I take care of the patients that are taking physical therapy. Sometimes I help my mum. I help her take care of those who are visually impaired, like yourself. I help them learn to read braille and I also help those who are deaf with sign language.” I say as she nods. “So you’re like fluent in both?” She asks as I smile. “Yeah, I have been since I was 9. My mum likes teaching me new things.” I say as she nods yet again. “Oh and also I don’t know if you’ve been told yet but I’ll actually be taking care of you during your physical therapy sessions.” “Really?” She asks as a smile takes over her features. “Yeah, it says on both my schedule and yours.” I say before the door opens and my mum walks in. “Y/N? What are you doing here?” She asks raising an eyebrow as she stares me down. “Hi mum.” I say smile sheepishly as I slowly sink into my chair. “Hi Dr L/N.” Max says unaware to how my mum was staring at me but thankfully takes my mums attention off me. “Max. How are you feeling?” She asks walking over to her. “I’m alright. Y/N kept me company.” She says as I smile as my mum looks at me once more.

“Are you ready for your dose?” She asks grabbing some needles as I move my chair close to Max. “Yeah.” She breathes out shakily as my mum grabs her hand. Out of instinct I draw shapes on her hand, a thing I do to help nervous patients which seems to calm them down. But Max’s breath hitches as I draw making me realise. “Oh shit sorry. Force of habit.” I mumble taking my hand off hers. “I like it. Could you. Could you do it again?” She struggles to say the last part, her cheeks red from being embarrassed from finding some sort of comfort in a “childish” thing. “Oh, yeah of course.” I say as I pick up her hand again and begin to draw as my mum puts the needle in her arm making her shut her eyes tightly as she winces from the pain. “You okay?” I ask once the needle is out of her arm and she doesn’t seem to be in as much pain. “Yeah.” She mumbles and sighs as she opens her eyes again, her chest rising and sinking slowly as she takes deep breaths. “Okay Max. I’ve got another patient to take care of but I’ll be back to check on you after, okay?” My mother asks as she walks to the doorway looking back at Max nod. “Okay.” She says as I watch my mum then turn to me. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?” She asks as she points at the clock making me jump out of my seat. “Shit.” I say as my mum smiles and laughs as she walks away. I get up and grab my things shoving them into my backpack before walking to door which is when I remember to say goodbye to Max. “I’ll see you next week Max.” I say making her furrow her eyebrows. “You’re not gonna come back?” She asks making me walk over to her bed again. “Well you’re pretty popular Maxine. I don’t think you need me.” I say as I lean on the bed looking back at the gifts and cards surrounding her bed. “Okay I get the message. You don’t like me.” She says as she mocks me me from earlier. “Wow. Copy cat.” I say making her smirk before she let out a small laugh.

“Do you want me to come back?“ I ask making her her raise an eyebrow. “Do you want to come back?” She asks ignoring me before continuing. “Cause I’m not gonna make you come back if you don’t want to.” She says making me laugh. “I’m free after 4:45 up until 9. So I can visit you then.” I say watching her shift around in her bed. “Really?” She asks, hopefulness evident in her voice. “Yeah why not.” I say as I walk to the door. “Oh and since I’m going out to to get something what’s your favourite place to eat. I’ll grab us something.” I say as I lean on the door waiting for a response. “I’m kind of craving ice-cream.” She says making me smile. “Ice cream it is.” I say as tap the door to turn. “I’ll see you later Max.” I say as I walk out shutting the door behind me and walk away.

Part 2

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stingyslegslookweird · 10 months

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A week or so ago, I made a post about Yukari's letter from episode 42 of Kamen Rider Agito, asking if anyone had turned the stylized English it was written in into a font. From what I could find, no one had.

So I did.

Say hello to Limitless Evolution, my first (and so far only) custom font, based off what's more or less the catalyst for the entire plot of the 2001 tokusatsu, Kamen Rider Agito. It's available in both OTF and SVG formats, and I've included the .txt save file for the website I used to make it, in case you want to mess around with that.

left: the screencap from my original post. right: the first paragraph of the letter, typed up in wordpad using the Limitless Evolution font.

And if you're wondering, here's what it says in readable English:

"In the beginning was Theos. Theos divided the light from the darkness, the day from the night, the firmament from the earth, and the land from the sea. Thus the world was finished."

A list of changes I had to make, for those curious:

The letter never uses the letters J, Q, X, and Z, so I had to come up with my own designs for them.

There are no parentheses, mainly because by the time I got to those characters, I couldn't think of any way to make them look good and consistent with the rest of the font.

Idk where else I can mention this but I realized partway through making this that, because all of the characters use straight lines, the Unknown (or whatever entity is responsible for this "language") likely used to write on wax or stone, since straight lines are much easier to legibly write with on those surfaces. Of course, this means there are absolutely no curves anywhere in this font (at least in the custom characters).

You might notice a few re-uses of specific characters here and there in other characters. Had I not done that, I 100% would've gotten burnt out halfway thru and never finished this.

The numerals are obviously not Arabic. I took inspiration from the weird "gang signs" the Unknown do before they commit murder and made the signs for numbers look like fingers on hands. I imagine their counting system works exactly like Arabic/base-10 counting, just with different symbols.

I replaced the tilde with a "does not equal" sign. The tilde sometimes signifies "is approximately equal to", and I figured the Unknown probably wouldn't vibe with that kinda thing.

I was gonna make the @ sign the Agito symbol but I forgor. 💀

The dollar sign ($) is also custom. It's the symbol for G with a line thru it. The Unknown strike me as a culture that would use Gold, plus it looks kinda like a crystal, which they might also perhaps use.

The ampersand (&) and plus (+) use the same symbol. I figured they mean basically the same thing, so why not, y'know? Also I couldn't come up with a good design for it.

I literally just realized as I'm writing this that the lowercase M is only slightly smaller than the capital M, and the lowercase and capital Ns are the same size. My bad. When/If I make an updated version of this, I'll be sure to fix that.

I used the comma in like six different characters. It's not laziness, it's resourcefulness.

Lastly, the greater than (>) and less than (<) symbols are meant to represent people bowing/praying, since I figured the Unknown would probably see it as whichever number was more "powerful". Kinda like the alligator thing but with fighting instead of eating.

So yeah. If you want, you can download the font by clicking its name earlier in this post, or here if you'd prefer:

Lemme know if there's any improvements or adjustments I should make in the next version that may or may not come out some time in the near or distant future. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ idk. Hope you enjoy regardless!

Update: In case you missed it, I released an updated version of the font that adds parentheses, brackets, some diacritics, and other fun things. It, along with the original version are both downloadable from the Google Drive link above (hopefully). I’m still planning on updating it again in the future, so if you have any suggestions or issues you’d like to see fixed in the future, lemme know and I’ll see what I can do.

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Life With Levael: The Fair Folk

Special thanks once again to @sacred-dragonair / @brushbrulee on twitter!

The Cosmopolitan Gallery of Contemporary Art once again welcomed Levael through its doors. It was far less crowded today than it had been two days ago, but then it was a Monday morning. Hopefully this meant that there would be a space for a walk-in to rent out one of the artist’s spaces in the back. As he walked up to the front desk, Levael took a moment to savor the quiet, the only sound the clicking of his heels against the floor as he adjusted the bag hanging off his shoulder. As he walked, he pulled his shirt down over his large pregnant swell. Since he was planning on painting, he decided to wear some older clothes. So he had an ankle-length skirt sitting low on his hips beneath his belly, and a blouse which couldn’t cover the entirety of his full womb. It covered most of it, but the bottom was left bare. Showing such skin had Levael feeling a bit flustered given his prim and proper upbringing and he had to remind himself that this was part of learning to be less uptight. A bit of paint on his tummy wasn’t so bad anyway.

A dwarven gentleman was working behind the front desk along with a vampire woman, the two breaking from their conversation as the disguised demon approached. “May I help you?” The vampiric woman asked.

On the side of the desk, Levael noticed the brochures for the artists’ spaces.

“ARE YOU AN ARTIST WHO NEEDS A PLACE TO WORK? ASK ABOUT RENTING ONE OF OUR ARTISTS’ SPACES FROM US!”

If these brochures were the only advertisement the service got, it was no surprise Levael hadn’t learned about it until now. Clearing his throat, he turned his attention back to the clerk. “Yes, I was wondering if I could rent out one of your artists’ spaces? Preferably for today.”

The clerk looked at her computer and typed something, then looked back to Levael. “Yes, we have a few spaces available this morning. Are you a returning customer?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“Alright, I’ll set up a new file for you. First, I need your name.”

“Levi Virago.”

The clerk nodded and resumed typing, then turned to Levael. “Now, we rent our spaces by the hour, so how many hours are you looking to rent for?”

“About two hours. I’m not looking to make anything fancy.” Levael shrugged.

The vampire typed a few more things into her computer. “Okay. Just so you know, once your time is up you have the option to extend your session. What medium are you working with today?”

Levael raised an eyebrow. “Why does that matter?”

“Once a customer’s session is finished we have a cleanup crew take care of any messes and reset each space for the next customer. It helps to let them know what to expect to clean.” The clerk explained.

“Ah, I see. I’m looking to paint today. Watercolors.”

More typing from the clerk. “Alright, last question. Do you have your own materials, or will you be purchasing from us today?”

Levael pursed his lips. “I suppose I’ll be buying.”

The clerk nodded and typed a few last things, then looked up at her customer with a smile. “Okay, you’re all set. Since this is your first time with us, I’ll call someone over to show you around and help you get set up. Please wait here for a moment.” She picked up a phone sitting on the desk, pressed a button, and soon her voice was coming from the PA system overhead. “Cyrian to the front desk for a space tour, Cyrian to the front desk for a space tour.” She hung up and addressed the demon again. “He’ll be down in a moment.”

Nodding, Levael took a seat on a nearby bench and waited. He was only seated for about twenty seconds before someone approached him. A human-sized man phased down to him through the ceiling, and floated in front of him rather than standing on the floor. His skin was a distinct gray color, only a bit darker than Renyr’s come to think of it, and not as ashy in color. His ears had pointed tips, but their size made them more akin to ears of a human than an elf. His hair, a stark and literal red color with a matching red aura emanating from him. On his back, a portion of his aura was concentrated and shaped in a way that gave him the illusion of possessing wings. His nametag read “Cyrian, Assistant Curator”.

Cyrian was a faerie.

Now those are rare, Levael thought.

If dark elves were uncommon to see outside of the Undercity and the elven kingdom, then seeing a faerie outside of the Fae Wilds was like accidentally stumbling upon buried treasure on the beach.

“Apologies for the wait,” The faerie said, a professional smile on his face, “My name is Cyrian and I’ll be showing you around the space you rented, as well as helping you get settled in. Please, follow me.”

Levael stood from his seat and followed behind his guide, who continued to float instead of walking. “It was hardly any wait at all, don’t worry.” He assured the faerie.

“That’s kind of you to say.” Cyrian led the pregnant man past the front desk and through a large set of swinging doors marked “AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY”. Walking down a hallway, the quiet of the gallery began to give way to a mish-mash of loud music. At the end of the hall, there was a second set of double doors next to a kiosk manned by a human, and from what could be seen he was inside of a large supply room. “This is Steven. He runs our supply station.”

“How ya goin’, mate?” Steven asked, shaking hands with Levael. “Anythin’ you need for your work, you can get from me. Canvases, paints, marble, clay, doesn’t matter.”

“What payments do you accept?” Levael asked, rummaging through his bag for his wallet.

“Cash, credit, debit, check, whatevah.” Steven said. “We can also mail you a bill later if you can’t pay right now.” He took a brochure from a stack on the side of his counter and handed it to his customer. “This here’s our little catalog. Lets you see for yourself just what we’ve got on offer. We’ve got a 5% discount for new customers.”

Levael thanked the human and began looking over the catalog. Different sized canvases, different types of paint, everything he could conceivably need to create with was available. Hell, they even had bizarre contraptions that could be rented for more “experimental” pieces, like a wire system to hoist someone up and allow someone to drop paint from the ceiling.

Impressive.

The only issue was the prices, which were a bit… inflated. The prices for things as niche as the bits and bobs kept around for the experimental pieces made sense, and the canvases seemed reasonable, but for everything else? Levael made a note to himself to bring his own paints next time.

After having purchased his canvas and watercolor paints, the faerie led Levael through the nearby doors, and just like that the quiet ambiance of the gallery was completely gone. A cacophony of songs were playing all at once, coming from different rooms. Each space was walled off from the ones next to it, but each space lacked doors, meaning that all of the music the artists were listening to as they worked was clashing together. The air was heavy with the smell of paints, coffee, and stale cigarettes. The last one made Levael feel a bit uncomfortable, being pregnant, and if the movement inside his womb was anything to go by then his babies weren’t fond of it either.

“No one is actually smoking in here, right?” Levael asked cautiously. “Because if someone is then I can’t be here. I’m sure I don’t need to explain why.” He said, rubbing the sides of his belly as he pushed his bump forward for emphasis.

“I understand completely. Don’t worry, I’ll go around and ensure no one here is smoking.” Cyrian reassured him. “Let’s get you settled in first. Please, follow me.”

Levael followed behind the faerie, peeking into each room as they passed by. Someone was chiseling away at a large slab of marble and blasting speed metal. Another person was painting an enormous mural, listening to classical music. Someone else was sitting at a pottery wheel and listening to pop songs. The two men passed by several more spaces before coming across someone familiar. Inside one of the rooms sat Renyr, slouched in his seat and contemplating the canvas sitting on the easel before him, cup of coffee beside the oil paints next to him and listening to old, peacenik style music.

“Renyr?” Levael said, stopping in his tracks.

Renyr sat up straight and looked over to the doorway, surprise crossing his face when he saw the pregnant man. “Levi?” He began to smile, beckoning Levael over. “Hey, good to see ya! I didn’t expect to stumble by you today!”

Rubbing his tummy, Levael walked over to the other man’s side, feeling his heart begin to flutter as his babies shifted. As he noticed Renyr eyeing up his swollen womb, he decided not to try and fix his blouse, which had ridden up on his belly. “Likewise.”

“You two know each other?” The faerie asked as he floated over. “I wish I’d known. I would have tried to get you a discount on your session today.”

“Oh? You’re friends?”

“That’s right,” Cyrian nodded with a smile, “Renyr comes by often enough that it was pretty much unavoidable.”

“What can I say, I’m a charming fella.” Renyr said with a grin that made Levael’s heart skip a beat and his babies kick.

“What are you working on?” Levael asked, looking over Renyr’s shoulder to his easel. It looked like an outline for a painting of a woman in the checkout line of a grocery store with an overhead view of the items in her cart and on the cashier’s belt.

“I told you I had a client yesterday, right?” The dark elf asked. “Well, this is part of it. You’ve heard of Lucky Stop, right?”

“The grocery chain? Of course.”

“That’s them. They’re planning a new advertising campaign based around showing off how diverse their merchandise is. So I’m thinking of a lady's shopping cart and you can see she’s got, like, meat and dairy and bread and cleaners and motor oil and crap. This is my first draft, more or less.”

Before Levael could respond, Cyrian cleared his throat and addressed the demon. “Excuse me, I think I smell someone smoking. I’ll be right back.” He hurriedly floated off and phased through the wall into the next room, leaving the dark elf and the disguised demon alone.

“Is smoking allowed here?” Levael asked.

“Officially, no. Unofficially, the staff tends to let little things slide when it comes to regulars.” The shorter man shrugged.

“You know, I’ve never met a faerie before.” Levael mused.

“The majority of people haven’t. Hell, unless you’re living on the edge of the Fae Wilds it’s generally safe to assume you’ll go your whole life without meeting one.” Renyr said with a nod. He turned his attention back to his canvas and picked his brush back up. “So, what brings you by today?”

“Well, hearing you talk about the gallery yesterday got me thinking about how long it’s been since the last time I did some painting, so I figured I’d come and see what it was like.” As he spoke Levael rested his hands atop his tummy, wondering how best to take advantage of the fact they were alone. Renyr seemed fond of his bump, so maybe he could offer him the chance for a quick belly rub?

As he was thinking, something suddenly touched the bottom of the pregnant man’s belly. Levael yelped and jumped backward, then turned his large bump to the side so he could see what had been beneath it. But the only thing he saw was the empty floor.

Renyr jerked his head around when he heard Levael shout. “What, what’s wrong?!” He asked, clearly worried.

“S-Something touched the bottom of my belly!” Levael shuddered.

Initially, Renyr was concerned, but after thinking about it for a second his body relaxed and he looked much calmer. More irritated than worried. “I’ll be right back.” He sighed. He stood from his seat and hurried out of the room, calling for Cyrian as he went.

Levael took deep breaths, trying to figure out what was happening. Why was it that Renyr wasn’t as concerned? The look on his face suggested he knew what was going on, or at least had some kind of idea. Holding his womb protectively, the pregnant man decided that perhaps he had imagined the feeling of something on his belly. A good chunk of his skin was exposed at the moment. It was probably the breeze of the fans in the area.

As if to prove to Levael that no, he had in fact NOT imagined it, he once again felt something touching the bottom of his belly.

It felt like a hand.

It was rubbing his belly.

Shouting, Levael jumped backward and again turned to the side to see what his bump had been hiding, and again he saw nothing but the floor.

Cyrian phased through the wall, looking quite annoyed. “I’m sorry this happened. Please, let me take care of it.” He said. He dove down and through the floor before any reply could be made, which did nothing for the man he’d left alone. Levael looked to the doorway in hopes that Renyr would soon be back too, and thankfully the elf in question walked back in a second later.

“What is going on?!” Levael demanded, a shudder running down his spine.

Renyr walked over and sighed. “Honestly, it would be easier to just see for yourself.” He took Levael’s hand and gave a few reassuring pats. Suddenly this whole thing didn’t seem quite so terrible.

Cyrian phased back up through the floor, and Levael’s eyes widened at what he saw. Cyrian was pulling by the ear another faerie. And this one looked to be almost the opposite of his friend. Where Cyrian’s hair and aura were red, this one’s was blue. Where Cyrian’s skin was gray, this one was porcelain pale. Where Cyrian was dressed respectably, this one was dressed like he’d simply grabbed whatever was on the floor, with an ill-fitting hoodie, tank top, and torn up jeans. He was barefoot as well.

Oh, and he was also heavily pregnant. On the body of someone human-sized it was rather large, making him look like he was carrying triplets. His pregnant swell was the entire reason his hoodie wasn’t fitting, and his tank top left his belly entirely exposed. The fact that the rest of his body appeared to be rather skinny only served to make his pregnancy look bigger still. He didn’t just look like he could pop any second, he looked like he should have popped quite a while ago.

“Owie owie owie owie owie!” The second faerie whined.

“Tam’len, look what you’ve done!” Cyrian almost sounded like he was scolding a child as he spoke to his friend, literally wagging his finger at him. “You’ve made our guest uncomfortable and you gave him a terrible scare besides!”

“But I couldn’t help myself! I saw he had a lovely belly and I just had to rub it!” Tam’len jerked away from the other faerie’s grip and gestured to the disguised demon’s bump. “I mean, look at him! When was the last time you saw such a nice tummy! You know you want to pet it too!”

Cyrian crossed his arms, annoyance practically radiating off of him and his face unmoving. “We’ve talked about this, Tam’len.”

Sheepishly, the pregnant faerie faced Levael and gave him puppy dog eyes. “I’m sorry, Levi. I just thought your belly looked so nice, that’s all. I’m not a bad guy, I swear.”

Initially, Levael wondered how the faerie knew his name, before realizing that if he had been watching him then he obviously would have overheard it. “You could have asked.” He said sternly.

“This has been riveting, but I need to get back to work.” Renyr said, walking past the other men and sitting back at his easel. “Levi, we can talk more later.”

Cyrian checked his watch and quietly cursed under his breath. “I was supposed to be in the curator’s office five minutes ago. Levi, please follow me so we can get you set up.” Before the pair left the room, he turned and eyed Tam’len. “And YOU,” he said, his voice harsh with warning, “better not cause any more trouble.” He led Levael away before any response could come from the pregnant faerie.

Levael was led to the very next room over, and watched as Cyrian flew about hurriedly, setting up everything his customer would need. Easel, side table, chair, the music system, the water for the paints, all of it. “You can search for any songs you want on the stereo; it’s by artist or genre. And if Tam’len bothers you, let me know!” He called over his shoulder as he flew out.

And so the demon was left alone, nothing left to do but figure out what he would paint. Sighing, he gently rubbed his belly, trying to sort out what had just happened. Massaging the sides of his pregnant swell, he closed his eyes and focused on the feeling of the little ones inside of him. They were exercising their little legs and arms, causing their father’s bump to warp and shift. “I’m not sure what that was about either,” He said quietly, “If he’d just asked to feel I probably would have said yes…”

“Good to know!”

Levael was so startled by the voice behind him that he nearly fell out of his seat. He quickly turned around, and there was Tam’len, floating nearby and smiling mischievously. “You!”

“Look, I just wanted to apologize again. I’m sure you can sympathize though! You seem like a guy who can appreciate a nice belly when he sees one. You’re a man of taste. The quality of your own tum can attest to that.”

Levael turned and looked at his easel, arms crossed. As annoyed as he was, this faerie wasn’t doing a bad job of flattering him. And he did enjoy it when his belly received attention. He just didn’t like it when people touched him without permission.

“Here,” Tam’len said as he placed a piece of paper on Levael’s belly “take it.”

Raising an eyebrow, Levael picked up the paper and looked at it, seeing a series of numbers. “Is this your phone number?”

Tam’len grinned, unashamed with himself. “Yep! Let’s hang out sometime! I got a feeling we could both use some more friends who know what it’s like to lug around a baby in your belly all day.” He said, rubbing circles in his own enormous bump.

Silence. Levael didn’t have any answer to give without giving it some thought. Sure this guy was weird, but he was right that Levael could use some more friends. Three years he’d been living in Bohemia and so far he had no particular friends to speak of. Only people he got along with, and pretty much all of them were just his coworkers. And if he should gain a friend who knows what it’s like to be pregnant, all the better. Plus… if he was being completely honest… Tam’len had a pretty nice belly. Still…

“I don’t know. I don’t think I need a friend who can’t take the feelings of others into account.” He said, pointedly looking away from Tam’len.

But Tam’len was undeterred, and he floated around so Levael was looking at him again. “What about a friend you can be yourself around?”

Levael felt a sudden chill down his spine. To say he didn’t like the direction this conversation was taking would be an understatement. “What do you mean?” He asked, sitting up a little straighter.

“I mean, I’m pretty sure elves don’t have horns.”

Levael froze. His horns were hidden by his magic, yet Tam’len could see them? “How…?” His voice was shaking, quiet and small as he only barely managed to force out that one single word.

Tam’len grinned in response. “C’mon, us fae are known for being mischievous, aren’t we? Once you realize that we’re experts with glamors, it becomes obvious, doesn’t it? Who better to see past a magical disguise than a fae?”

A cold sweat ran down Levael’s skin as his mind raced with all the potential ways Tam’len could use his knowledge of the demon’s true race to ruin his life. “You have a funny way of making friends, you know that?” He asked quietly, his hands clenched into fists so tight his claw-like nails threatened to puncture his skin.

This question caused the smile to drop from Tam’len’s face. “Hey, don’t think I’m trying to blackmail you into anything. If you really don’t want to hang out, then fine. I’m not gonna force you to be my pal. I just thought maybe you’d appreciate having someone you don’t need to hide your true self around.” Gently, he placed a hand on Levael’s shoulder. His eyes no longer contained any trace of playfulness, now showing only concern, perhaps mixed with a bit of sympathy. “I’m gonna take a stab in the dark and guess that Levi isn't exactly a common name for demons. Does anyone outside of the underworld know your name? How long has it been since you’ve heard another person say it?”

Levael gulped, forcing himself to remain cool and not show how close to home those questions hit. Though he could feel tears beginning to well in his eyes, he forced his face to remain neutral. “Levael,” he said quietly, his voice barely more than a whisper, “my name is Levael.”

“Nice to meet you, Levael.” Tam’len said, his grin returning to his face. How he had managed to hear the other man beneath the music others were playing was a mystery, but Levael decided it wasn’t worth questioning right now. “How’s about you pet my belly this time, eh?” The faerie moved aside what little cloth was covering his swollen womb, baring the pale sphere of his pregnancy to the other man.

A small smile passed over Levael’s face. “Well… Okay.” He placed his hands on the tummy in front of him, gently stroking and petting it. The baby inside shifted and rolled, causing the entire belly to shift and warp in a manner one would consider either comical or grotesque. Levael gasped and pulled his hands away, his reaction causing Tam’len to snicker.

“What’s the matter? Not used to this much movement?” He teased, giving his bump a playful smack. His baby responded with another dramatic motion. A little foot pressed out toward the demon, its outline clear through the skin. Though, it looked a bit bigger than it should be…

Tam’len took Levael’s hands and placed them back on his belly, allowing him to feel the next wave of movement. As the unborn infant moved, Levael could quite clearly feel different parts of the baby. The knees, the head, the feet, just about everything. Tam’len wasn’t carrying multiples, his belly was stuffed with one single, big baby.

“Pretty sweet gut, eh?�� The faerie said, patting the very top of his bump.

Levael merely nodded, his attention transfixed on the lively belly beneath his touch. He loved his own belly plenty, but the chance to feel someone else’s lively womb was fairly rare for him ever since leaving the underworld. Tam’len’s belly was flawless, with absolutely no stretch marks or blemishes to speak of. His skin was soft, but just underneath it felt oh-so firm and tight as a drum. His belly button was popped out, a fat little nub sitting on the apex of his pregnancy like a crown upon the head of royalty. “Your belly button looks like mine.” Levael said with a smile, lifting what little cloth of his blouse that was covering his navel.

“Awwww, what a cute lil button.” Tam’len purred, giving the exposed belly button a poke. Levael choked back a tiny moan in the back of his throat, causing Tam’len’s smile to grow wider as mischief gleamed in his eye. “Oh? Did I stumble upon something sensitive?” He teased, giving the navel a small flick. A small, quiet whine escaped the demon as he rubbed his thighs together, gripping his chair and fidgeting. “Hmm. Good to know.” Tam’len said with a small laugh. Thankfully, he decided to show mercy on Levael, and instead patted the other man’s tummy, then patted his head. “So what do you say? How’s about we chill sometime? Just two preggos, out on the prowl, painting the town red and getting into trouble.”

Taking deep breaths, Levael needed to take a second to calm himself down before he could reply. This faerie was a troublemaker, no doubt about it, yet he was empathetic enough to pick up on Levael’s loneliness. Having a friend who didn’t care that he was a demon sounded so, so nice. The chance to be his authentic self… To not have to hear someone use a name he felt nothing for…

I can at least give him a chance. It’s not like I can’t walk away if I don’t like him.

Levael didn’t stop Tam’len from patting his head, without realizing he’d actually been leaning into it. “Well… Okay.” He said, nodding. “But I could do without the trouble.”

Tam’len grinned and moved his hand to Levael’s shoulder. “Light mischief it is, then.” He placed the demon’s hands back on his his belly, eyeing Levael’s bump as he did. “Mind if I return the favor?”

Blushing, Levael nodded. Tam’len floated a bit lower and placed his hands on the offered belly, happily and greedily rubbing away. “Oh yeah. This is definitely one of the best bellies I’ve ever seen.” Looking up at the man whose belly he was fondling, he snickered as he noted how Levael’s blush deepened. He gently pressed around the stuffed womb beneath his touch, feeling all of the babies within. “Ooh, you’ve got a whole litter in there, don’t you?” He cooed as he felt the unborn kick and roll, “Feels like they’re having fun.”

“Your belly is nice too,” Levael said, “it’s so smooth and soft.”

“Hey, thanks! But so’s yours, y’know. Or are you just being modest?”

The two men sat there for a time, rubbing and stroking each other’s tummies, feeling the movements of their wombs’ occupants, and complimenting each other. Engrossed in the sensation of bellies, Levael was startled when he heard someone clear his throat. He whipped his head around, and there floated Cyrian. “Cyrian!” He yelped as he quickly stumbled to his feet. The two fae had to catch him from tripping over in his haste. Hurriedly fixing his clothes and clearing his throat, Levael tried to calm himself down and put an end to his intense blushing.

“Your time’s up.” Cyrian stated, his voice professional and non-judgemental of what he’d walked (or rather floated) in on. He looked at his customer’s canvas, noting how it was as blank as it had been when he left Levael alone. “It looks like you didn’t get much painting done.”

“Oh…” Levael followed Cyrian’s gaze and noticed that he had indeed accomplished nothing over the two hours he’d been there.

“Would you like to extend your time?” Cyrian asked.

“Ah, that’s not necessary.” Levael shook his head. “I think I’m done for today.”

Cyrian nodded. “I see.” He looked back and forth between his customer and his friend, then addressed the demon once more. “Was Tam’len bothering you at all? It didn’t look like he was when I came in, but I figure I’d better ask anyway.”

Tam’len stuck out his tongue at his friend, then flew off and phased through the ceiling. “Oh no, he wasn’t bothering me at all.” Levael said with a shake of his head.

“Good to hear. I never know with him.” Cyrian said, arms crossed. “Since you didn’t wind up actually doing anything today, I’ll see if I can’t get you a refund.” When Levael opened his mouth to protest, Cyrian cut him off. “Don’t bother arguing, I’m going to do it even if you make me promise I won’t.” He smiled. “A friend of Renyr’s is a friend of mine, after all.”

“That’s very kind of you.” Levael said. He began packing up the paints he had purchased, then looked to Cyrian, who was putting everything else away. “Cyrian, can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead.”

Levael took a deep breath and looked the fae in the eye. “Were you able to see past my disguise the whole time?”

Cyrian was quiet as he looked down at the floor, then up at the demon. “I figured it’s not my business.”

Silence passed between the two. It figured that if Tam’len had been able to see his true self, then so would Cyrian. “Please don’t say anything to Renyr.”

“I understand why you need to hide yourself. I still don’t like that you’re lying to my friend.”

“Please.” Levael begged.

Another moment of silence, then Cyrian gave a small nod. “Alright. But please tell him sooner rather than later.”

Levael nodded. “I’ll tell him. Just… I need to know him more first. I can’t just reveal myself to someone I only met a few days ago.”

Cyrian nodded, the sympathy he felt clear on his face as his eyes softened. “I get that. For what it’s worth, Renyr’s never seemed to have any problem with demons. I hope that helps.”

Hearing those words, Levael felt his heart flutter a bit as a new feeling of hope planted itself within. Sure, it was possible that Renyr’s issues with demonkind were something he kept to himself, hence why Cyrian had never seen it. But it was equally possible that Renyr was simply someone who felt no grudge against his people. Levael decided he would hold out for the latter possibility until it was proven otherwise. “It does. Thank you.” Cyrian saw Levael to the door of the artists’ area, and the demon turned to look at him. “Cyrian? I have a few questions more.”

“Go ahead.” Cyrian nodded.

“First, if you’re assistant curator, why are you the one seeing to someone renting out space instead of a lower employee?” Levael asked, head tilted.

Immediately, Cyrian’s smile became strained. It would seem this was perhaps a sore spot of some kind. “My boss-”

“Is an asshole!”

Both men looked up where the voice was coming from and saw Tam’len poking his head down through the ceiling. “Tam’len!” Cyrian cried. The other fae replied by poking out his tongue and disappearing again. Sighing, Cyrian rubbed his temples and looked back to Levael with his forced smile once more, though it looked to be equally tired this time. “Let’s just say my boss expects much of me. Your other question?”

“Um, yes. Since you already know that I’m… I’m…” Levael took a deep breath, trying to summon the courage to say it before deciding that the best way to do so would be to simply force the words out before his mind had a chance to think about it. “that I’m a demon, when no one is around, would you call me Levael?”

The smile that crossed Cyrian’s face immediately caused the knot in Levael’s stomach to loosen. “Sure thing, Levael.” The faerie said.

Hearing someone use his real name lifted a weight from Levael’s shoulders, one he hadn’t known had been there while also realizing how it had been binding him. How was it that simply hearing someone use his name made him feel so free? Why was something so small making his heart feel as though it was being lifted from a dark pit?

“Thank you.” Levael said quietly, unable to control the smile spreading across his face. “I’ll see you around.” He waved goodbye and began walking back to the entrance, catching Renyr at a vending machine on his way out. “Hello again, Renyr.”

Renyr looked at Levael, smiling. “Hey there. Heading out for the day?”

“That’s right. How about you?”

“I’ve still got some time left. I want to get some more work done on my draft before I head home for the day.” He reached into the machine and pulled out a bag of chips. “Might I offer you a snack?” He asked, shaking the small bag enticingly.

Levael chuckled. “I appreciate the offer, but I think you might need it more if you’re still going to be working here for a while.” As if to argue with him, Levael’s belly gave a loud growl, his babies kicking and punching in demand of food. “Oof…” He groaned, rubbing the sides of his tummy.

“Sounds like you’ve been outvoted.” Renyr laughed.

“Maybe so, but this isn’t a democracy. I’ll get them some real food instead.” He said, smiling down at his bump as he patted it reassuringly.

Renyr looked down to the belly before him, then back up to Levael. “Mind if I feel?”

Levael nodded, perhaps a bit more eager than he’d like to have come across. “Yes, go ahead.” He said, trying to catch his breath as he felt his heart begin to pick up its pace.

Renyr placed his hands on the lovely bump, rubbing it softly. “Hey in there, you need to go easy on your daddy. You’ll get your food soon.” One of the babies inside rolled, causing the disguised demon’s belly to visibly warp and shift before sharply kicking Renyr’s hand. “Geez, these guys are impatient.” He grinned up at Levael.

Blushing, Levael laughed awkwardly. “Hah, yeah, they’ve got some big appetites.” He said. He decided to leave out the part where they were probably also annoyed by his racing heart. “I suppose I do too.”

“In that case, let’s get ourselves a nice lunch sometime,” The elven man suggested, “I have a feeling that’s a date these guys would agree to.” He said as he patted Levael’s pregnant swell.

“O-Oh yes, they’d enjoy that very much.” Levael said, nodding quickly. “Should I call you later? I have the night off work today.”

“Oh yeah? That’s good. I’ll give you a call once I get back home.” Renyr checked his watch, his smile running away from his face as he did so. “Dammit. For now though, I gotta get back to work. I’ll see you soon, Levi.” He gave the belly a few goodbye pats, and turned and began walking back to his space, then paused and looked over his shoulder. “By the way, your belly looks really cute today.”

Upon hearing these words, Levael began blushing profusely, his mind short circuiting and his face blushing furiously. “I-I-I’m glad you- Um, I mean, um, th-thanks!” He said quickly before turning and hurrying away before he could further embarrassing himself. The rest of the gallery became a blur as he scurried out, not even noticing the vampire at the front desk telling him to have a nice day. He only paused once when, in his hurry, he’d run into the door, squashing his belly and leaving him feeling quite embarrassed from all the stares it had no doubt earned him.

Once outside, Levael paused to catch his breath. His heart was about to pound its way out of his chest, and his babies were throwing a fit inside his womb. First they had been denied food, then bothered by the sound of his racing heart, THEN squished against the door, and now they’d been bounced around as he ran out of the building. Two of them decided to take revenge with targeted strikes against his ribs and cervix. “Ow! I’m sorry!” Levael whimpered. “We’ll go get food now, okay?” He huffed, stroking his belly in an attempt to calm its tenants.

As he began to walk toward the bus stop, he heard a giggling behind him. Looking back, he saw Tam’len floating behind him, grinning and snickering. “Aww, now wasn’t that cute? I think I see good times in store.” With a giggle and a grin and a cheeky wink, Tam’len shrank down to the size one would assume a faerie to be based on children’s stories. He was small enough to fit in one’s palm, especially for someone as large as Levael. Looking like a ball of blue light, he flew off before the demon could ask what he’d meant.

Levael paused for a moment, trying to figure out what Tam’len had meant before his thoughts were interrupted by another loud stomach growl and another kick against his cervix. Groaning and rubbing his belly, Levael walked off toward the bus stop deciding that right now he should focus on where to get lunch. Maybe a buffet. Still, as he sat on the bus stroking his swollen womb, thoughts of Renyr complimenting his belly kept replaying in his mind. Levael had to pinch himself to stop from squealing like an infatuated schoolgirl, and decided then and there that after lunch, he would go home and wait there until he got Renyr’s call. And if his growling gut was any indication, getting enough food to satisfy his stomach and his babies would probably take up a good chunk of time.

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Tamagotchi Pix review!

Yes, finally! Not only did I get the model I wanted for over a year, but also I've finished taking care of the first generation and discovering all the functions. That's why I've decided to make this review post, where I explain what I like and dislike about it.

General score: 9/10

Design

I really like the shell design. At first, I was a bit disappointed with the simple faceplates (I still think they could've gone with something more complex), but now I see that this design matches the rest well.

I got the Nature shell and I must admit, this might be my favourite one. They all look nice, but there is something special to me about green Tamas. The thick plastic of the faceplate gives a bit of depth to the pattern and the gradient is nice. I also love the eggshell-shaped cap used for taking photos. Top 10 designs - super cute. I slightly miss the old Tamagotchi logo (the connection one), but here the simple font matches the rest better than the Connection one would.

The touch buttons look very nice. I got the second wave Pix, which means improved reactivity. I don't have problems with the buttons at all. However, my fingers are quite small, and I'm used to being precise (I work with electronics.) I'm not sure if this is the best design for children - I have no idea if it's possible to break the buttons by pressing on them too hard. Generally, I love the change. The buttons are fast and I have no issues with the swiping motion, another cool feature.

The screen is set quite shallow in the shell, so there might be problems with it getting easily scratched.

The most characteristic element of the Pix model is the ability to take photos. At the same time, it's probably the most questionable one to me.

2. Unique mechanics

The camera works fast, however the colour recognition (needed for cooking) is pretty poor. It has problems especially with warm colours. Its favourite shade to see is grey lol. That might be annoying when you're trying to cook, aka make new food from the colours you collect from the photos. Also, you can use colours to make new items and furniture - this is an amazing feature and I'm all for being able to customise my stuff.

Activating the toy by clicking the top shell is super cool, however there is one problem - it makes travelling with Pix quite difficult. I see many possibilities for the toy to get damaged. Also, the top shell might be accidentally pressed while in the pocket/bag - then the touch buttons will pick up on even slight presses. I was travelling with my Pix on the very day I activated it, and let me tell you what - you need to be careful with it. I highly recommend getting some sort of cover for it, either silicone or knitted one.

The swiping motion on the touch buttons is used quite a lot. In my version, there are no problems with the sensitivity, however I see how troublesome it can be in the first wave, where the buttons didn't function that well.

The last feature worth mentioning is the QR code system. It allows you to download additional food, accessories, wallpapers and furniture. It's a quick and amazing system. Mr. Blinky made a whole website where you can find all the stuff you want. Make sure to give it a try!

3. Characters and growth cycle

The QR codes are also used for connection with other Tamas. To be fair, Pix is a self-sufficient toy. You don't need two of them to have fun and connect - the QR codes can be photographed and posted online, so everyone can meet your pet. I love this feature - it allows you to briefly meet people from all of around the world. My pet once played with a Tama from Italy!

I like the characters available. There are quite a lot of them. I think that the new characters are sweet. Pix introduced Weeptchi (in Japan he was introduced in Smart) and gave a global debut to Himetchi (she was available on iD L 15th anniversary edition in Japan.) There are a few others, and they all look sweet.

An interesting thing is that with every next generation, you can obtain one of 3 eggs (blue, pink and green.) The evolution of your character is dependent on it - Pix brings back the "families", grouping characters by their personalities. Blue is Smart, pink is Charming and green is Creative. In my first generation, I got a green egg (it's based on the quiz you answer at the beginning, while setting your name etc.) However, the egg colour is not the final decisive variable in your pet's development. Despite having a Creative egg, I ended up with Mametchi, a Smart character. It's probably because I would give him the Science Project item many times.

Pix has an additional life stage connected to jobs. Each character can obtain one of 3 jobs. They can train for them as adults, in a special room. The room you get is dependent on how you raise your character - how you play with it, how much you explore the world using the camera and how much you cook. I like this idea, though I slightly miss the regular secret characters from the older models. It's a feature that's always been present in Tamagotchi and I hope it will make a comeback soon. Jobs are cute and personalised, the games are fun and give you Gotchi Points as well.

My biggest problem with the growth cycle is how fast it is. I have this problem with all new models - I wish the stages lasted longer than only one day. To me, it's not enough to enjoy the younger characters, which I often like a lot.

4. Games

There are a lot of games on Pix. And I love it. The previous models were disappointing due to very few games, even though they certainly would be able to support more. I think that Bandai took note from complaints about slightly boring gameplay and decided to make a model, with which you can't get bored. There is always something to do. Some games give you Gotchi Points, some simply raise the Friendship Meter.

The arcade games change every day. It's cool, like a fresh breeze. But worry not, the choice isn't enormous (since many other games are either in the room or the jobs), so your favourite themed games will be back soon.

5. Aesthetics

Pix looks cool on the outside, but the real beauty in on the screen. This model introduced the new, super-smooth animations. The character moves on the screen so smoothly, that sometimes it might be hard to take good photos lol.

The colours are vivid, the rooms are super detailed and there are many wallpapers to choose from (and download.) You can put 2 pieces of furniture in the room as well. This simple customisation adds a lot to the aesthetics.

You can give your Tama accessories, some of which you can colour yourself.

There is a garden. Every 3 days, I believe, you can obtain fruit from the tree there. You just need to go outside at least once a day to water it.

From time to time, some characters will come to visit your pet. However, I haven't encountered the annoying animations from Meets (they were one of my least elements of that model.) The walking animations are quick and can be easily skipped, the same goes for dialogues.

6. Battery life

The first wave Pix had a big problem with poor battery life. The second wave improved it greatly - I've been running my Pix for a while on pretty cheap batteries and it's still doing well.

My honest recommendation is investing in AAA rechargeable batteries. They last longer and are environmental-friendly. And they will save you up a lot of money.

7. Conclusion

All in all, I'm loving Pix and I recommend it to everyone, no matter if you're an old collector or if it's your first contact with the Tamagotchi franchise. It's a great gift for someone you want to introduce to the world of Tamagotchi. However, I highly recommend getting the second wave Pix due to the improved buttons and battery life.

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therogerclarkfanclub · 2 years

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The RCFC Links Masterlist

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🌟 Roger's Audiobook Collection 🌟

If Audible is not your preferred platform, There are more retailers where Roger's audiobooks can be found, but selection will vary from site to site. You can listen to a sample of each audiobook by clicking on its title.

Apple Books ☆ Audible ☆ Audiobooks.com ☆ AudiobooksNow.com ☆ AudiobookStore.com ☆ Barnes & Noble ☆ Binge Books ☆ Chirp Books ☆ Downpour ☆ Everand ☆ Google Play ☆ Hoopla ☆ Libro.fm ☆ Overdrive + Libby ☆ Rakuten Kobo

• Audiobooks A—D Updated: May 23, 2023

• Audiobooks E—H Updated: Feb. 22, 2024

• Audiobooks I—L Updated: Mar. 28, 2023

• Audiobooks M—P Updated: Feb. 14, 2023

• Audiobooks Q—T Updated: Sept. 06, 2023

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🌟 Roger's Filmography 🌟

Interested in watching some of Roger's short films or TV shows? Feel free to check them out below.

🔸 FILMS 🔸

• Bunker — Google Play - Itunes - Prime Video • Damn Handy — (In production) (Indiegogo Introductory trailer) (Release date TBA) • A Death to Die For — Watch on YouTube • Float — Vimeo (very short appearance) • Friuli — (In production) (Release date TBA) • Good — Vimeo (Narrated by Roger. He does not appear on this film) • Happy Birthday to Me — Vimeo GIF Sets • Hazardous — YouTube GIF Sets • A Midsummer Night's Dream — TubiTV | Allarts.org GIF Sets • Rawmouth — YouTube • Round The Decay — (In production) (Expected release date: Halloween 2024) • A Writer's Retreat — Vimeo (Roger is the narrator of this film. No appearance other than some photos.)

🔸 TV SHOWS 🔸

• I Shouldn't Be Alive — Watch on YouTube S01E01 - "Shark Attack Survivor" • Perfect Disaster — Watch on YouTube S01E03 - "Super Typhoon" • True Heroes — (GIF Sets only [mine]) S01E05 - "Submerged Car/Deathtrap" • BBC's The Wild West — Watch on Dailymotion S01E01 - "Custer's Last Stand"

🔸 THEATER 🔸

Unfortunately, Roger's theater plays are not recorded and some only have previews available. You can see photos from each play below.

• Anna Christie by Eugene O'Neil Character: Matt Burke Photos • Buried Child by Sam Shepard Character: Bradley Trailer: YouTube | Photos & GIFs • A Man For All Seasons by Robert Bolt Directed by Paul Mullins Character: King Henry VIII • In Your Image by Rob Benson Character: Chris Photos • The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde Character: Lord Henry Photos | Behind The Scenes (YouTube) • The Unexpected Guest by Agatha Christie Photos

🔸 OTHER THEATRE ROLES (no multimedia available) 🔸

• The Canterbury Tales Characters: The Miller, The Friar, Apothecary

• Juno and The Paycock Character: Jonny Boyle

• A View from the Bridge Character: Mike

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🌟 Roger's Official Sites & Social Media 🌟

Cameo ☆ IMDB ☆ Instagram ☆ Facebook ☆ Streamily ☆ Tiktok ☆ Twitter/X ☆ Unbridled Audio ☆ YouTube

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🔹 My experience meeting Roger:

Anon Question: "tell us about when u met roger!! was he cool? did u hug him??"

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[HS2/AI] Senran Kagura ~ Miyabi

Senran Kagura series for Honey Select 2 (ハニーセレクト2 リビド) / Ai Shoujo 少女 Name : Miyabi (雅緋) School : Hebijo Clandestine Girl's Academy Origin : Senran Kagura series Costume : Academy Birthday : August 15th, Height : 169cm Character Build : Projekt IMP Build version : 1.0 Mod by : Boy2239, chw, mlekoduszek Profile : https://senrankagura.fandom.com/wiki/Miyabi

Miyabi (雅緋) is a playable character from the Senran Kagura video game series. She makes her debut in Senran Kagura: Shinovi Versus.

She is a third-year student at Hebijo Clandestine Girls' Academy and the leader of its 'prestigious' Elite Class. After a catastrophic accident with a Forbidden Ninja Art three years prior during a mission, Miyabi fell into a vegetive state and lost most of her memories.

She was hospitalized ever since and lived an empty existence, but witnessing Hebijo's destruction made her come back to reality. She now stands again and leads the school's reconstruction effort, fending off rivals with her seven-pronged sword and her black flame as she seeks to restore both Hebijo's honor and her own. ---------- Card & Mod Pack ---------- ► Download : https://projektimp.gumroad.com/l/qfemos ► Store : https://projektimp.gumroad.com/ ►Install Note : Extract Zip to your game installation folder : X:\Game\Illusion\Honey Select 2\(HERE) ► Overlays Note : Load overlays manually IF needed, face, body or clothes overlays can be found at X:\Game\Illusion\Honey Select 2\UserData\Overlays\IMP\(HERE) ► Gumroad download instruction : Put any amount inside "$ box" before check out. Ex : $.0 and click I Want This/Buy This. Fill the email section, fill discount code if you are a patron member, click "Get", click "View Content", Click "Download" to download your card file. ► Guide and tutorial to download and install : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Ubmg-NUPaU

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The Coda Project | 1.03 - The Ground That’s Been Won

You can never really know your parents.

A little after eleven, when Sam's stomach starts rumbling loud enough to be heard over the driving guitar of Alice Cooper's School's Out, Dean starts looking for somewhere to stop for lunch.

They haven't really talked since they left Lake Manitoc. While Sam is firmly in tunnel-vision mode--reading something on his PalmPilot with his body curved toward the door as he taps the stylus intermittently on the screen--Dean's been stuck in his own head. Thinking in circles. Thinking about that first day of the hunt.

About how Sam had said you don't even like kids with such conviction that Dean hadn't known how to deny it.

The words had stung more than Dean would've expected them to. Still sting now, three days later. Make him wonder, again and again as he drives them south toward Illinois, whether Sam really is this clueless about who Dean is. If Dean has hidden himself this well. If Sam is even more similar to their dad than Dean realized.

After all, it's the same thing John would've said. Has said, a few times now, if not in so many words. Assuming that Dean's only reason for treating a kid--or anyone else--with kindness could be as a means to get into the pants of whichever available woman might be paying attention.

What kind of asshole does he think I am? he wonders, not for the first time since they pulled away from the gas station. Is that really how he sees me?

He knows that playing up the womanizer act around John for so long means Sam caught the show as well, but God--couldn't he tell? Doesn't he know Dean well enough to know that he's more than that? Better than that?

You don't even like kids.

As though Dean didn't raise Sam himself. As though Dean didn't give up what tiny sliver of childhood he could've held onto for himself in order to make sure Sam got a bigger share. Does he not remember, or did he just never realize? Dean can't tell which possibility is worse, and either way, he doesn't know how to talk about it without feeling like he's demanding a kind of praise he doesn't truly deserve.

Beside him, Sam lets out a loud sigh as he taps on his screen. Alice Cooper fades out. Queen fades in. Dean reaches over and turns up the volume.

The rest stop he pulls into half an hour later isn't exactly inviting. The asphalt is cracked, and the grass is knee-high and weedy. The crumbling public restroom beyond the parking lot looks like little more than an interesting place to catch a disease, but there's a nice patch of dappled shade under the trees on the side closest to the road, and thanks to the direction of the breeze, the noise from the sparse traffic is muffled enough to ignore.

He parks under the low-hanging branches of an oak tree. Sam looks up like he's only just realized they've stopped moving when the radio clicks off and drops them into silence.

"Lunch?" he asks.

"Mm," Dean replies, and climbs out into the November sun. Pulls the plate of sandwiches and cookies and fruit Lucas had given them from its place in the back seat, and heads around to the front of the car to sit on the hood.

Sam takes a minute to join him, stretching his long-limbed frame as he emerges from the Impala.

Beneath them, the engine ticks quietly as it cools.

"You think they'll be okay?" Sam asks after a few minutes, and Dean looks over at him. He's picking a slice of tomato out of his sandwich to eat it separately. Dean still remembers the year when Sam suddenly refused to eat them at all--when he'd been nine years old and adamant that he'd never liked tomatoes and never would in the future. Dean had been stuck dealing with the fallout when John found out he'd been throwing away perfectly good food.

"Who? Andrea and Lucas?"

"Yeah," Sam nods, and wipes the tomato juice off his fingers onto the hood of the car.

"Dude."

"What?"

Dean gestures at the stack of paper napkins wedged under the plate, and Sam rolls his eyes. He pulls one out to smear over the hood. Little bits of paper catch and break off, pilling on the damp metal. Dean purses his lips and mentally adds drive through car-wash to the day's agenda before he shifts his focus back to Sam's question.

It's really anyone's guess how Andrea is gonna deal. She'd seemed more or less okay when they'd left town, but that doesn't mean much. They don't really know her, after all. He's got no clue how well adjusted she is; how adept she is at dealing with trauma. What her tells are.

Lucas, on the other hand... Dean thinks he's going to be okay. He's young enough to bounce back, and the fact that he'd been talking this morning makes Dean think he's got a good shot at normalcy.

"Andrea told me she was going to try and focus on how her dad was with her and Lucas," Sam goes on. "But I dunno. It must be hard, finding out your parent isn't who you thought they were."

Dean raises his brow at Sam treating it like a hypothetical; like they're not both living proof of people coping with the insane shit their parents do. Sure, John Winchester might not be out there covering up murders--or, not technically, anyway--but he sure as hell has done some shady shit in the name of hunting down yellow eyes.

Then again, maybe it's different if you learn how messed up your parents are later in life.

Maybe it's worse if the illusion is shattered after it's had so much time to feel like the truth.

"Yeah," Dean says, noncommittal, and takes another bite of his sandwich.

"I guess you never really know your parents, is all."

Something about Sam saying that tugs at Dean's gut the same way that his you don't like kids comment did. Makes the mouthful of ham and cheese and bread go gluey and awful in Dean's mouth. When he swallows, it goes down wrong. Slides in a hard, uncomfortable lump the whole way down.

"Yeah," Dean says again. "I guess not."

They fall silent again, and Dean tries not to dwell on childhoods lost and shitty fathers; on how, without realizing it, he threw away his chance at brotherhood in exchange for being a parent before he truly knew what that meant. On how Sam doesn't know him. How Sam will never know him. Not the way he should.

He finishes his sandwich. Grabs two oversized chocolate chip cookies and barely tastes them. It all sits heavy in his stomach with a low-grade dread he can't quite name, and he decides that it's better if he accepts it. This is it. This is his life.

By the time he's done eating, Sam has his nose in his PDA again.

"What is there, porn on that thing?" Dean asks, though he feels the joke landing flat even before he's finished saying it. Sam looks up sharply, fumbling the screen's off switch. Dean lifts his brow at the guilty look on his face. He wasn't serious, but now he's seriously wondering if PalmPilots can display photos.

He's definitely not expecting the answer he gets.

"I, um. Saved some old emails from Jess. From back when we first started talking."

"Oh," Dean hesitates. He's been waiting for Sam to talk about Jess since they left Palo Alto--for him to say something, anything beyond the fact that he's determined to find whatever is responsible for her death. Now that the moment has arrived, he doesn't know how to navigate it.

"I know it's probably stupid, but... I dunno. I keep worrying that I'm gonna forget things. Like, the way she talked, or the stuff she'd laugh at..." Sam shrugs. "It's not like there's a lot in the messages--they're mostly just planning study sessions and arguing about The West Wing. But reading them makes it easier to remember her, y'know?"

"Yeah, man. It actually... that kinda reminds me of something Dad did, back when we were kids."

"What?"

"I mean, they're not in there anymore--I think he ripped them out and keeps them in his wallet--but for a while... There used to be a few pages at the front of his journal with little notes about Mom. You don't remember that?"

Sam shakes his head.

"It was just small stuff. How she took her coffee. Her favorite Stones song. The name of that perfume she always wore," his mouth quirks up to one side in a sad smile. The perfume was called Charlie. Every now and then, Dean catches a whiff of it when they're interviewing a witness or walking along the sidewalk, and he'll remember being small enough to tuck his face into his mother's neck, her long hair tickling his cheeks as she hummed along with a record. "I don't know if doing it really helped him much, but..."

"Yeah. Can't hurt, though, right?"

"Right," Dean agrees, though he's not sure if he really believes it. John hoarded his memories of Mary for the most part. Tucked them into the journal in scratched out, barely comprehensible notes, and refused to talk about her with anyone. Dean still remembers the last time he tried, and how for three days after, John had sucked up all the oxygen of their motel room like a barely contained scream. Still, maybe it'll be different for Sam. Maybe Dean can ask him what Jess was interested in, how they met, what their lives looked like before Dean showed up. All he knows about her at this point is that she liked the Smurfs, and he's not about to bring that up. "What was she--"

"Are you ready to hit the road again?" Sam cuts him off before he can get the sentence out, and the dismissal stings worse than the comment about Dean not liking kids. Reminds Dean so much of John that his chest aches.

But it's not about him, he reminds himself. Sam is processing. Grieving. He's gotta come first.

He pushes the ache down. Slaps on a grin.

"Yeah," he says, and squints toward the road. "C'mon. I think we can get to St Louis by sundown."

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bananadrinkxxx · 7 months

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THE BLOOD CROWN (23)

[Aemond Targaryen x Original Female Character ! I fem!reader]

[Dark Romance / Enemies to Lovers / Revenge]

Content for adults. 18+

[warnings: smut, sex content, dark romance, angst, fights, domination, murder]

[description: Aemond Targaryen meets his niece under a different name and falls in love with her without knowing that she is supposed to be his enemy.]

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K I N G S L A N D I N G

When Daeron Targaryen returned to King's Landing, he had expected many things.

His brother Aemond with the conqueror's crown on his head was not one of them. As he stepped down from his dragon, he looked dumbfounded at his mother, who welcomed him, dressed as always in green. She smiled, but her smile did not reach her eyes.

Aemond stood a little further off, with Ser Criston Cole and his grandsire Otto beside him, who seemed to be discussing something. As Daeron came closer, they suddenly fell silent and the young prince drew his eyebrows together.

"Daeron, my boy," Otto greeted him, but Daeron had his gaze fixed on Aemond.

"What has happened? Is my brother Aegon dead?" he asked in a weak voice, and Alicent put a hand on his shoulder reassuringly.

"Do not be alarmed, Daeron. Aegon is being cared for by the best maesters in the realm."

"What is his condition?"

"Concerning but he has improved."

"Can I see him?"

He had never had much connection with his brothers or his sister, but he loved them nonetheless. He loved each and every one of his family so much that he would die for them.

His mother shook his head. "He won't see anyone but me." Her voice was bitter. She seemed changed. The war was leaving its mark on her.

Daeron looked to Aemond, to be more precise at his crown, who commented on his look with a raised eyebrow.

"Do you have something to say, brother?" Aemond's tone was challenging.

Come on, say it, lay in it, but Daeron was not one who liked to pick fights. He preferred to be silent, to not let his thoughts bubble out.

"Are you king now?"

Aemond opened his mouth to reply, but it was Otto who stepped in.

"He is prince regent. Until Aegon recovers," Otto said. "Come my boy, you must be hungry. Tell us about your journey."

Arriving in his mother's room, they took a seat to dine together. Ser Criston kept watch with two other men, always expecting the attack of the blacks. It was only his brother, his mother, Otto and he, and for the first time Daeron felt how much this war had already torn his family apart. Helaena lived in seclusion, not wanting to see or be seen by anyone, Aegon was badly wounded and no one knew if he would survive his wounds and Aemond, Aemond seemed colder and more distant.

The meal was silent. No one spoke, no one listened. They were all caught up in their own worlds and when their stomachs were full and their hearts still heavy, Alicent and Otto withdrew to speak with Ser Criston while Aemond played with the knife in front of him and Daeron watched him.

"Wine, Your Royal Highness?" Daeron watched as an unknown woman poured wine for his brother as he communicated permission with a brief nod. She smiled and Daeron watched as she didn't take her eyes off his brother for a second. He furrowed his eyebrows. Where was Rose? She reported directly to his brother and should have been here. He tilted his head slightly to the side, but except for another unknown servant, they were alone.

"Where is Rose?" asked Daeron bluntly, and Aemond's eye straightened.

His mouth became a thin line.

"Gone."

"Gone?"

Aemond snorted at his repetition.

"What happened?"

"Is it relevant?"

"Of course!"

"Why?"

"Why?" asked Daeron, irritated.

"Why does it matter to you whether she is here or not?"

Anger arose in Daeron. He was normally a man who could control himself, but his brother's arrogance made him angry.

"Because she's my friend," Daeron said as if Aemond were stupid. "What did you say to her?"

Now it was Aemond who became angry.

"What?" spat Aemond, looking sharply at Daeron.

"What you said to her, I want to know. Rose would never leave without saying goodbye. Or did you do something to her?"

He saw the anger in Aemond's gaze, but what frightened him most was the coldness with which his brother regarded him. Aemond clenched his fist and slammed it down on the table. Their mother and Otto's attention was drawn to them.

"Aemond?," he heard her ask, but her son ignored her, his focus on his younger brother. His look almost murderous.

"I am now Prince Regent and Protector of the Realm. You will respect me as that, if you already find it difficult to respect me as your elder brother, Daeron."

Daeron snorted snidely.

"I could respect you more if you had also been Rose's protector. You know how much she meant to me as a friend."

"Did you? I don't remember you being there for her."

Daeron's legs made themselves go, and before he knew what he was doing he stepped up to his brother, who was eyeing him with a raised eyebrow. Daeron could feel the anger making him tremble.

"Daeron," he heard his mother ask irritably, and heard her light footsteps as she walked briskly toward him. She reached for his arm, but Daeron still had some things to say.

"That's not fair."

Aemond hissed disparagingly. He stood up as well. He was a head taller than Daeron and looked down on him from above.

"What's not fair, Daeron?" asked Aemond. "That you want to put blame on me? She left me, not I her. I don't owe anyone an account."

Daeron sensed the bitterness in Aemond's words. He was hurt, he realized. When Aemond had revealed to him that Rose meant nothing to him, back in the secrecy of his own chambers, he had believed him. He had accepted it, just as he accepted everything his family did, but this time he could not remain silent. His time with Lord Hightower had often been lonely, it had filled him with sadness that his mother had not loved him enough to want to keep him with her, and Rose had always stood by him, never judging him for his feelings. For that he found more pleasure in men than in women. With her, he could be himself.

But now she was gone, and it was his brother's fault.

D R A G O N S T O N E

When Rose opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Rhaenyra Targaryen. The black queen looked down at her, looking worried and studying her face. Her throat scratched and when she coughed, Rhaenyra reached for the cup of water and held it out to her.

Rose looked at her suspiciously and looked down at the cup.

Rhaenyra watched her, dressed completely in black. She lived up to her name.

"Don't worry, I don't want to poison you."

Rose raised an eyebrow.

"But you were going to execute me, right?"

Rhaenyra looked at her apologetically. "That was up for discussion but I would have chosen not to."

Rose watched Rhaenyra. In her face and in her eyes she saw only honesty.

Rose didn't know why, but she believed the princess who called herself Queen. At the Red Keep, she had been portrayed as the evil one. As a cruel woman who wanted to steal the crown from Aegon, but Rose wondered how much truth there was in it.

She decided to drink and Rhaenyra smiled as if proud of her.

"You escaped with my daughter's dragon," Rhaenyra began.

"My apologies, royal highness," Rose said but when she was honest she had no guilty feeling. She had tried to kill them, hadn't she? She had no idea whether she could believe the words of this woman. The last weeks and days had taught her better. Everything in her screamed to believe her, but her head contradicted.

"I did not mean to steal your dragon. I only feared for my life."

Rhaenyra shook her head. "A dragon cannot be stolen. They have a mind of their own. He was trying to help you. He sensed your fear and decided to protect you."

Rose frowned. "But why?"

The princess smiled gently and took the cup from her hand. She was amazed that she was so kind and courteous to her. Usually, women of her standing were the ones who expected such service. She reminded her of Helaena.

"I can't answer that for you. A dragon does what it wants. It is an illusion that we control the dragons." Rose tried to sit up slightly. Her whole body ached.

"Have you ever had contact with a dragon?"

A memory flashed through her mind. Strong arms wrapped around her as she flew on the largest and oldest dragon in the world. She shook her head and decided to lie. It would not be a good idea to tell her about Aemond.

Rhaenyra nodded. "Then Daemon must have been mistaken when he saw you on Vhagar?"

Shit. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to think a moment longer.

Rose looked at them apologetically. "Forgive me. I was just being cautious."

Rhaenyra nodded and played with her fingers. She looked a little nervous. It was a strange conversation and it was getting stranger.

"Careful?"

"I'm trapped here, aren't I? And I'm on the side of the Greens."

"Are you?"

She had to admit, she didn't know anymore. She had thought she was on Aemond's side, she had been willing to choose his side because she loved him, but she meant nothing to him, did she? She knew that Rhaenyra had been the heiress. King Viserys I had never withdrawn his decision, but now it was Aegon who sat on the iron throne and Rose accepted it as it was. Who was she to doubt his claim?

She was further from the iron throne than anyone else.

It wasn't like she would ever sit on it, so what did she care which family claimed the iron throne. She was just a bastard.

A bastard, without property, without family.

She was silent and Rhaenyra seemed to understand.

"Do you believe in Aegon's coronation?" Rhaenyra didn't look angry. She turned her head slightly to the side and smiled gently at her. Why was she being so nice to her?

Rose lifted her shoulders.

"He was crowned by the eyes of the people. There's not much to believe in that. It's a fact."

"You are right. They hid the death of my father, their king, and did not inform me. They wanted to present me with a fait accompli, but I am the chosen heir."

"Not according to the Greens." Rose felt that her fall must have driven her crazy. Arguing with the princess about legitimacy was tired of life. But then, maybe she was. Tired of life.

Why was she defending the Hightowers at all? In their presence, she had experienced nothing but loss and pain.

But she had had good moments, too, hadn't she?

"What exactly do you want from me?" she knew she was overstepping her bounds, but the last few days had made her bitter. "I will not betray the Greens. I don't care who sits on the throne, but my loyalty lies with Aemond."

"Aemond?"

Rose winced. She cursed her mouth. How stupid and naive.

She shook her head. She didn't want to talk about Aemond. He didn't want her and no matter how much she wished he would love her, he had made up his mind.

"Forgive me, royal highness. I mean no offense or disrespect. I do not know you. I am of the common people and have served your family and their kin since I was a little girl."

"Served my family?," she sounded irritated when she repeated her words. Why did it surprise her that she had served them? "Where did you live Rose?" Rose turned her head slightly to the side. Why was the princess so interested in her?

"At Lord Hightower's, the Reach."

Suddenly something flitted across Rhaenyra's face. She looked almost as if she was possessed by an evil spirit, her eyes bulged out, her skin suddenly looked sickly pale and she breathed in loudly. Rose looked at her in surprise. Was her hatred for the Hightowers so high that the mere mention of them made the princess seethe with rage?

"Lord Hightower?"

"Yes, I was employed there as a servant. "

Suddenly, Rhaenyra jumped up and her chair flew backwards from the force. The chair hit the floor so hard that she winced.

Rose straightened up, startled, and watched as the princess ran across the room, utterly distraught and gasping for breath. She turned her back on her and went to the closed window. She didn't know what to do, she tried to get up to rush to Rhaenyra's aid, but then the door was pulled open and she saw a young man step inside. His eyes locked on Rhaenyra and he ran toward her.

"Mother, what happened?"

Rhaenyra grabbed his arm as if she could not stand on her own. She leaned on her son. She suddenly seemed weak. Not like before. So graceful and so royal. "It's all right, Jace," Rhaenyra assured him.

"What did you say to her?," her son suddenly feinted at Rose and she winced at his hostility. His look was almost hateful, as if he despised Rose's very existence.

She did not know the prince, she did not understand his hatred towards her. He looked at her as if he hated no one more than her.

Rose shook her head, but not a word passed her lips.

"She didn't do anything," Rhaenyra defended her. She still had her back turned to her.

"But you-"

"That's enough, Jace. I'm just overtired. Help me out of this. I need rest."

Rhaenyra avoided Rose's gaze, and while Jace gave her a warning look, the princess and she no longer crossed eyes. Her son helped her out of the room and slammed the door behind her.

Rose stayed behind, confused. She stared at the door from which the princess had been led out by her son. She no longer understood the world. Why had she been here? Why had she questioned Rose? She was a nobody to someone who wanted everything. Had she felt sorry for her? Had Lucerys persuaded her to let her live? No matter what possibilities she ran through her head, Rose had no idea why Rhaenyra Targaryen suddenly had this uvious interest in her.

. . . . .

"She was with them," Rhaenyra screamed and hurled a vase against the wall. It shattered into a thousand pieces. "She served the Hightowers. The whole time. She was their servant! Their servant! A princess. Can you imagine that?"

She shook with rage. She was shaking so much she felt like the ground was shaking with her. Daemon reached for her hand, but she avoided him. She could not bear his touch at that moment.

"Did they take my Aemma to hurt me and then keep her as their slave? A Princess of this fucking Realm. My Realm."

The thought rushed at her like a dragon in a rage. "Did they try to turn my own child against me?"

Aemma or Rose, she didn't even know what to call her own child, hadn't told her how she ended up there, but that couldn't be a coincidence. Her daughter disappeared and ended up with the Hightowers? Not even the gods could be that cruel.

And then something struck her. Suddenly everything was so clear. How could she have been so blind? Aemma had disappeared when Aemond lost his eye. That couldn't be a coincidence, could it? Someone had stolen Aemma from her, torn her away from her family, and suddenly Rhaenyra remembered Alicent's words.

"If the King will not seek justice, the Queen will."

Had Alicent taken her daughter from her? And had she intended to continue with Lucerys until there was no child left?

She had no idea why it had been Aemma and not Lucerys, but maybe they had wanted to draw attention away from them?

"Daemon," she said, looking to her husband. He said nothing, but she saw in his gaze, the clear reproach he had always given her.

I told you so.

Yes, he had always told her that the Hightowers could not be trusted. Starting with Otto, continuing with Alicent.

She didn't know if Daemon had wanted this war, sometimes she had that feeling, but he thirsted for Otto's blood, for the blood of the Hightowers and finally Rhaenyra understood his bloodlust.

She had not wanted to believe that Alicent was capable of cold-blooded murder. But now she believed it. Too much had happened. Harwin, her father, Visenya, Aemma. Even Luke had almost paid with his life.

She had no proof of that, Rhaenyra knew. So she would find out the truth. She would find out if Alicent had taken her beloved child from her, and if she was, if she was guilty, then she would do everything she could to take from Alicent what she had taken from her.

"I tried to protect her, Daemon. But Alicent's heart is full of hate and resentment. I cannot rule this realm if House Hightower is still with us."

They had trampled on her feelings for years, humiliated and degraded her.

That would come to an end now.

She would destroy anyone who came for her family.

"What do you want from me, Rhaenyra?"

Daemon looked at her promptly. She saw what he wanted to hear from her and she wanted to give it to him.

"I want you to burn them all. Protect your family."

"If I do what you ask, I won't be able to let Alicent live. No one. Not her, or any of her children."

Rhaenyra nodded. For a brief moment she felt sadness, but then she looked at the door. Her room was directly across from Rose's.

"Do what you have to do. Kill our enemies. Anyone who's a threat to us. I want Alicent to know what it's like to see your child suffer like this."

Check out the last chapter. Little hint - it's the end. Any parallels, hmm?

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