#i just want to sit here in the dark and think about scenarios in peace

[dilemmaontwolegs]

hiiii, I'm new here. saw that your reqs r closed but I'd like to share one scenario idea. the choice is yours whether to write it or not.

Daniel (or Carlos) is your bff. You see each other rarely because of his career. It's summer break, he's back home and you've just had your heartbroken by an asshole. You convince you friend group that you need to go out & celebrate Daniel's (or Carlos') comeback in the hope of getting laid. As the night goes on the driver is more n more frustrated with the guys you choose. He get a lil too much to drink n becomes possessive of you, starts touching you intimately and doesn't care about people surrounding. The night ends in a bedroom where he fucks you slow and sensually like he thinks you deserve and none of those jackasses in the club could

hope you've a nice vacation

Peace out ✌🏾

This is for Carlos since Daniel hasn't gotten rid of that moustache yet

Red Flags || CS55

Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, smut, oral, friends to lovers WC: 2.4k

It hurt a little that the first notification you received that Carlos was back home came from a gossip page you followed. Maybe it shouldn’t come as such a surprise when a distance had grown after you started dating Marco, you weren’t sure if Carlos even knew what had happened since the last time you spoke to him. Your families were close, but even your parents were reluctant to speak to anyone about the breach of privacy your ex had caused, the photos he had tried to leak. It had cost a huge sum to keep them from being published and you had been trying to get over the betrayal since.

Recent coping methods included the company of your friends and the string of nightclubs that lined the beachfront.

“I picked up a stray,” Liana called out as she walked into your house without knocking. You could always count on your friend to be up for a party and she had accepted the invite before anyone else. You stuck your head out of the living room where you had been pouring yourself a stiff drink and found her arm curled around the back of Carlos. “A handsome one too.”

You couldn’t believe it had been nearly six months since you last saw him and it looked like he had somehow matured even more. His beard had filled out to cover his entire jaw and his hair was lush and dark. 

Excitement filled you and you rushed towards him as he opened his arms with a smile. “Carlito!” 

“Bomboncita,” he replied with a laugh, his strong arms tightening around you as he picked you up and twirled in a circle. “Missed you too.”

“Come out with us, let’s celebrate your win!” You didn’t wait for an answer as you rushed back to get your clutch with your ID and cash.

“She just wants to get laid,” Liana whispered to Carlos. “You can help me keep her away from any red flags.”

There was one thing you could always count on and that was Liana to be the mother of the group. More mature than the rest of your friends put together, she always made sure you got home safe. Everyone else lived in the city but the mansion your parents had given you was out on the coast, thankfully she was more than happy to sober drive for you. Unfortunately, the only cars on the driveway were two seater sports cars.

That was how you ended up starting your night sitting on Carlos’ lap.

“This reminds me of old times, bombón,” he murmured as you looped an arm around his neck and held on tight. 

“I don’t know how you passed basic maths,” you shot back with a laugh before looking at Liana. “He would always invite more people than we have seats for during the summer break.”

Liana shook her head with a smirk. “Maybe he just liked having you on his lap.”

“What guy wouldn’t,” you joked, well accustomed to the years of teasing over your close friendship with Carlos. But for all the times you sat in this very position, he had never seen you as more than a friend. 

“Should we stop her?” Carlos asked, a quiet growl in his words as he watched you dance with another man. Your hips were too enticing, too sexy, and he had to look away to down his drink and quench the sudden thirst he had. 

Liana didn’t seem fazed by your ability to hook a man in with a seductive smile and dance with them until Carlos interrupted or they said something that made you push them away. 

“No way, she deserves to have some fun after what happened with Marco.”

He placed the empty glass on the bartop and turned his attention to Liana, a frown etched into his forehead. “What happened with Marco?” 

“Oh, she should probably be the one to tell you. I thought you knew.”

A woman in a very low cut dress slipped between Liana and Carlos, interrupting their conversation as she placed a hand on his arm. “You’re that driver, right? Want to dance?”

Carlos shook his head with a polite ‘no thanks’ and brushed her hand off his, rubbing the spot on his sleeve to erase the feel of her touch. “What did he do, Lee?”

The tone left no arguing and Liana chewed her lip nervously before giving in and leaning closer so no one overheard. 

Rage burned through Carlos in a way he had never felt before. He had felt anger, sure, frustration too, but this was white hot and liquid molten in his veins, deep in his core. He was lucky that Marco wasn’t in the same city or he would surely be finding himself on the wrong side of the law at that moment.

Carlos didn’t even realise he had crossed the room until his fist bunched into the shirt of the man holding you close and he pushed the stranger away, ignoring the protests he made. 

“Carlito!” you giggled as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Dance with me.”

Some of the fire eased as your fingers twirled the strands of hair at his nape and his hands came to rest naturally on your hips as he pulled you closer. “We have a lot of catching up to do, bomboncita.”

You looked up as the odd tone cut through your buzz and immediately knew what he knew. His own eyes were a little unfocused and you could smell the whiskey on his breath, not helping him to control his emotions. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

The air hissed between your teeth as you sucked in a breath and dipped your chin down so you didn’t have to look him in the eyes. “You would have said I told you so.”

His hand slipped away from your body and you missed the heat of it instantly but then it was cradling your throat, his thumb pushing your chin back up and forcing you to connect with his dark irises. “I told you he wasn’t good for you, he wouldn’t treat you how you deserve.”

“Carlito...” It was a familiar argument every time you had a boyfriend. He would always find reasons to dislike them.

“Listen, please, bombón,” he said as he took a step closer so every inch of his body was flush against yours. His lips brushed your cheek as he turned your head away and whispered the secret he had kept all these years. “Let me show you how you should be treated.”

Surprise filled you and you licked your dry lips at the thought of what he was implying. “Here?” you asked breathlessly and his laugh warmed your cheek.

“No, bombón,” he all but purred as he teased the column of your neck with his nose and his hands danced over the curve of your ass. “What I want to do to you…no, not here.”

His eyes narrowed at someone behind you and you turned to see it was someone you had been dancing with earlier. You couldn’t remember his name, or maybe he hadn’t even told you it, either way you had no interest in taking the drink he offered.

“Red flag, mate,” Carlos growled as he pulled you under his arm and put himself between you and the stranger. “Walk away.”

The man wisely walked away and you laughed as you stepped back into Carlos’ arms. He had held you a thousand times over your long friendship but the way he held you now, possessive and jealous, it changed everything. There was no going back to how it used to be. 

“I kind of like this new you,” you teased as you danced with him, turning in his arms and rocking your hips in time to the beat. “So commanding, Carlito, why don’t you try it on me?”

His lips cocked up in a smirk that you saw as you peeked over your shoulder and dragged his hands down your body. “Because you’ve never listen to anything I say.”

Turning to face him, you looped your arms around his neck and brushed your lips softly over his before you could change your mind. “Maybe you just never said what I wanted to hear.”

Carlos swallowed as he saw your pupils dilate with lust and the thin material of your dress did little to hide the fact you wore no bra beneath it, your peaked nipples begging him to take them in his mouth. “We need to leave,” he groaned as he squeezed your ass and bit his lip, “before I get us both into a lot of trouble.”

You barely remembered to thank Liana for dropping you off at home. You barely remembered the drive when every ounce of your brain capacity was spent trying to behave yourself while you sat on Carlos’ lap. You tried to keep still on the corners but you felt his hard length beneath you with each turn and squirm.

It seemed to take forever for Liana to finally pull into your driveway and your foot tapped the tile floor impatiently while she drove off and you slapped the button on the wall to close the gates. You didn’t wait to see them close as Carlos’ lips were on yours and his feet led the way blindly through your home. 

Your bed was a mess. You hadn’t planned on bringing a stranger back to your place, but Carlos was no stranger, in fact, he knew you better than anyone ever could or would. He smiled knowingly as he laid you down on the sheets, kneeling between your legs as they parted for him.

His shirt had been abandoned somewhere on the stairs, your dress along the hallway, his trousers at the foot of your bed. You had seen him in this state of undress before, when you would sneak out as teenagers and go for midnight swims in the bay, but the moonlight had left the memory faded. In the light of your room, his skin glowed and shadows highlighted the dips of his defined muscles that lined his body. It was like seeing him in colour for the very first time.

“Are you okay, bombón?” he asked as his fingers danced down your legs lightly, tickling your skin and leaving goosebumps behind until he reached your heels. His thick fingers shouldn’t have been able to remove the delicate clasps so gracefully but he eased each shoe off before massaging the aching soles of your feet. “You look like you are thinking too hard.”

“I am thinking you are going way too slow,” you teased. His thumb hit the right spot in your arch and a moan parted your lips while he chuckled at your reaction.

“I told you, princesa, I’m going to show you how you deserve to be treated.” Tantilisingly slowly, he massaged his way up your legs, devoting his time to your relaxation until you were putty in his hands. Your legs were trembling in anticipation when his thumbs finally reached the laced edge of your panties and he let out an unsteady breath at the damp patch darkening the material. You lifted your hips for him as he hooked his fingers into the waistband and dragged them down your legs. “I want to taste you, princesa.”

“Please, Carlos,” you begged as he licked his full lips enticingly.

You recognised the look in his eyes, the one that told you to be patient and the groan that had been building morphed into a gasp when he grabbed your hips and pulled you onto his thigh. The pressure was teasing and you rocked your hips wanting more as he blanketed you with his body and sealed his lips around your breast. 

“Fuck,” you moaned as his tongue flicked over your nipple, sending bolts of lightning to your core as you tightened your legs around his thigh and combed your fingers into his hair. “Oh god, do that again.”

He was more than happy to follow your command and you felt like your body would ignite beneath him. He sensed the change in your body as your breathing laboured and a sweat broke out across your skin. “Not yet,” he warned as he kissed his way up your neck and captured your lips in a blistering kiss. “I want to taste you when you come, princesa.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as you shamelessly rode his thigh, the pressure building. “Then you better hurry up.”

A whimper escaped with the disappearance of his leg but when you opened your eyes you were struck by his dark ones, watching you watch him make his way down your body. You sucked in a sharp breath as you felt him blow a cold breeze over your skin and you shivered as he warmed it again with his tongue. 

“I’m starting to think you get off on teasing me,” you whispered with a strained voice. 

“I simply get off on you,” he replied just as quietly.

The questions you had were erased with the leisurely stroke of his tongue, tasting you for the first time. He hummed at the reward he had earned with his teasing and his fingers gripped your thighs tighter as he held you spread open for him to devour. 

The room filled with the sweet sounds that clawed from your throat as your head swum and your legs quivered. The salacious song grew louder when Carlos curled one finger into your cunt, then two. He pumped his digits as his tongue circled your clit and together they threw you over the edge and you came with undulating waves that rocked your body against his lips.

“Carlito…” you panted as he lapped at your dripping folds, indulging in the decadence he had been craving for years.

“I love you,” he admitted as he rose above you.

You reached for his face, your thumb tracing the shape of his swollen lips that were still shiny with your arousal. “I love you too.”

“No more red flags,” he said as he lined himself with your entrance. “You’re mine, princesa.”

“I’m yours,” you echoed as you pulled his face to yours and sealed the promise with a kiss.

“You always have been.”

#carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz fanfic #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz x you #formula 1 fanfic #formula one fanfiction #formula 1 x you #formula one x reader #formula 1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 smut #f1 x reader #carlos sainz smut

[peachesofteal]

I’ll be honest, I’m looking forward to the darker scenarios 👀

Darling unable to get away, having to stay because she knows she can’t survive on her own, let alone with a little baby that’s entirely dependent on her.

Simon, possessive and controlling to keep Darling with them, their family together. He’s already gone too far with messing with the BC, so I’m betting he’s willing to go further at this point.

Johnny, helpless to it all, but trying to keep the peace, keep Darling healthy so she can deliver a healthy baby safely. What else can he do without losing both Simon and his pregnant Darling?

I’m specifically imagining after Darling confronts them, trying to run out the front door, but Simon physically stops her, will not let her leave until she listens to him, agrees this is for the best, that she belongs to and with them.

Sorry for the long ask, just have so many thoughts on this AU and am looking forward to seeing where you take it 😵‍💫

There are so many juicy little bits to the baby trap au here, but let's talk about Johnny for a sec:

I like to imagine Johnny not being helpless, but definitely second to Simon in all of this. It was his idea, his dream, and he did agree. It was a decision they made together, but I think now he's really trying to tow the line in order to keep everyone together. It's a strain for sure, but he did this to himself, he's not innocent. He knows it. He likes it. The guys, both of them, love how you've always depended on them and this is no different in baby trap.

18+ MDNI / baby trap au / dark and twisty themes / reader is a prisoner so please read with caution

His fingers reach for yours involuntarily, the muscles in his face working against the wince that is pulling at his lips when you snatch your hand away like he's burned you. "Please, darling, will you at least-"

"No." You hiss, pushing the plate away from where you sit. Your arms cross in front of your chest, and you do that thing again, the thing you've been doing recently that's driving him mad, where you close your eyes and pretend he doesn't exist.

"I know ye must be hungry, love." He moves the plate back, palm cupping your knee softly. You don't jerk away, but it's more because you're still acting like he's not there, instead of shying away as you're prone to do.

He sighs.

"Well, I guess I can eat this then. Or we can dump it." He takes your fork and spears a piece of pancake, mopping it around in the syrup that you like so much, before lifting it to his lips. "Be such a shame, to waste it all, but Si won't be home for another hour yet, and I ate before ye woke up." He's not lying, it would be. He made you pancakes, bacon, and eggs. Sourdough toast, your favorite, and a peanut butter smoothie. There's also orange juice, and chocolate almond milk, another thing you've been craving non stop.

You crack an eyelid. Just a little, enough to survey the meal again. He knows, knows, that you're hungry. You hardly touched your dinner, and then suffered a breakdown, where you locked yourself in the bathroom and cried for hours until Simon had enough and picked the lock after you had started sobbing out loud about how you wanted to die.

It had taken hours to settle you, Simon with a hand steady on your nape, Johnny with his arms around you as you cried yourself to sleep in the guest bed.

He chews his bite, thoughtfully, albeit a little loudly, before clearing his throat. "It's a nice day today. Want to go for a walk? We could go to the park, or walk down to the cafe you like." Both of your eyes blink open now, narrowed, but still staring at breakfast, and he puts the fork on the rim of the plate with a clink, motioning to the pancakes. "They're a bit fluffy." He comments, and you scowl. He holds his snicker as you reach for it, pulling everything in front of you, stabbing into a large bite and lifting it into your mouth. "Good girl." He whispers, and you shift uncomfortably in your seat, teeth worrying at your bottom lip. "Take another bite." He urges in a soft voice, but you shake your head.

"My stomach hurts." you whisper to your knees, and he swallows the lump in his throat. It's been so hard on you, the pregnancy, the changes in everything, everything that's happened after you found that stupid piece of foil. You had always struggled with eating, your own emotions sabotaging you, twisting you up into knots, but now it was even worse. And you needed to eat, now more than ever. For yourself, and the baby. The doctor had assured them that your appetite fluctuations were okay for now, but they needed to keep a close eye on it.

"What about some of the eggs?" He nods to the glass to your left, the tall one with the smoothie in it. "Or some of that?" Your nose wrinkles.

"I don't want it."

"You love peanut butter smoothies, they're your favorite."

"I want mango." You huff. Mango? Since when? You rub your belly thoughtfully and look at him with big, sad eyes. "I'm really craving mango. Can I have a mango smoothie? With vanilla ice cream in it? Please?" There's a glimmer of something, in your eyes, something sad, and longing... but familiar, and he swallows against the worry that rises in his gut. It's going to be okay. You're going to be alright. They're taking care of you. They won't let anything happen to you.

He shoots Simon a quick text, telling him to pick up fresh mango and vanilla ice cream on his way home, and then he glances back at you.

"Si will bring the ingredients home, okay?" You nod, still palming your belly, fingers tapping across your skin. You groan a little when you get to your feet, body sore from the less than luxurious guest bed that you've been insistent on sleeping in, and walk away to sink into the couch. "What're ye doing?" You burrow yourself into the cushions pulling the blankets up over your chin and closing your eyes, back to pretending that he doesn't exist, except to give your answer.

"Waiting for my smoothie. You'll bring it to me?" You peek over the mound of pillows, eyes still wide and sad, but there's something else there, something he can't name, and he nods automatically.

"Of course, darling."

#peaches asks #ghost x soap x reader #baby trap au #ghoap x reader

[thecuriousquest]

Can I request a yandere Levi who got into an arranged marriage with reader.

Context: It was for some political benefit as he was a military Captain and she was from a noble family. He was opposed to it at first because he thought since she is a noble she would be very bratty, arrogant and narcissistic, but when he met her he was surprised to see that she was really shy, sweet and soft spoken. It ignited something dark within him.

Main scenario (NSFW): They get married. It's their wedding night and they're in his room when he non-cons her.

The Captain and the Duchess

Yandere Levi x Fem!Reader

Tag List: @issamomma

Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW, rape, hair pulling, crying kink, violent threats, spousal abuse, virginity loss, arranged marriage

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Him being humanity’s best soldier and a high ranking captain, Levi Ackerman is now standing before you, a duchess, as you exchange vows.

You don’t know him. You never met him until this very moment. All your handmaids could relay was vague information about him.

“He’s a captain. His name is Levi Ackerman.”

You wanted to know more than just general things about the man. You wanted to know what he looked like, sounded like. The mystery ate at your stomach until this very moment.

Now, looking into his stone gray eyes, you feel intimidated as you recite your vows to him. Timidly, you find yourself stumbling through the words, a promise for the rest of your life together.

“I do” the words come out of your mouth barely above a whisper.

Looking down, you miss the quirking of his eyebrow.

“You may now kiss the bride,” the priest tells your husband.

Since you can’t bring yourself to lift your jaw up to look at him, he does the task for you. He tilts your chin up gently and narrows his eyes at you. His gaze is almost predatory, animalistic. With the seal of a kiss, a new chapter of your life begins.

———

You find that he isn’t a man of many words at first. The two of you sit in the bedroom of his house. You have a seat on the bed while he sits down on a settee with a teacup in hand.

“Levi?”

He gives you a lingering gaze as he finishes sipping the calming tea. “That’s the first thing I’ve heard you say since our vows. What is it?”

Looking down, you fiddle with your hands in your lap. “I don’t really know you. Nobody would tell me anything about you.”

He thinks this is why you must be so reserved and hesitant to speak. It intrigues him. It’s as if you’re a puzzle yet to be solved.

“What would you like to know?” He questions you as he crosses one leg over his knee.

“Did you have any say in our marriage?”

He gives you a curt nod. “I could have rejected you. Erwin said it would be better to keep the peace between our countries if I put my own wants aside. It’s funny. Your portrait made you look like some haughty brat. I thought I wouldn’t be able to stand you. Even your name makes you sound arrogant. Y/N L/N.”

Warmth muddles your chest as you glare at the floor. Growing a tad bit hot, you cross your arms, wishing you had something to wear right now other than your ornate wedding dress.

“However, I can’t help but be attracted to what I’m seeing.” His eyes move to the heart of your dress’s corset before resting on your lovely face. “You’re not at all what I thought you’d be.”

Risking a look at him, your eyes find his, and you manage to keep eye contact this time. “And what’s that?”

“You’re reserved. You sound so meek. You can barely look at me even though we shared a kiss just hours ago.”

Standing up and setting his cup down, he walks over to you. “You’re not at all the bitch I thought I’d have to spend the rest of my life with.”

The captain places his hands on your waist and stands in between your legs.

“Look at you. You still can’t hold eye contact with me.”

He brushes your lips, intending on kissing you. However, you turn your head. With him in your personal space, everything feels like it’s moving too fast. You never met this man in the months that the wedding was being planned. All of a sudden, you’re thrown into a white dress and forced to walk down the isle with your father. You don’t know Levi Ackerman at all, and you feel as though oxygen is limited.

Placing your hands on his chest, you try to create some space. “I would really like to talk with you for a bit longer.”

You hate upsetting people, but you feel as though something isn’t right.

In an instant, his hand snakes up the back of your neck, clutching your H/C locks at the nape. Your head snaps in the direction he pulls you in, and he begins kissing your neck passionately.

“L-Levi, please! This isn’t decent!” It’s the first time you have yelled in a long while, but you need him to listen to you. “I don’t think I’m ready for this. Please?”

“I’ve been faithful. I haven’t slept with anyone in months. Do you know what that does to someone who has a stressful job like me?” His grip on your hair becomes more secure. “You’re more than I thought you’d be, and now that you’re mine, you’re going to be a good little wife and take every inch of your husband’s dick.”

Your howls echo through the rooms, pleads and demands falling on deaf ears. He wrestles you onto your stomach, and though you put up quite the fight, his grappling skills outweigh yours. Panting, he rucks the hem of your skirts up to your waist. Levi rips your shear white tights in a beastly manner.

You hear him spit on something before his warm and wet hand rubs your terrified cunt. This can’t be happening. It’s your wedding night, but it feels like a fever induced nightmare.

Levi wastes no time in violating you.

“This virgin pussy was worth the wait,” he moans as he forces himself inside of you.

It’s too much. All of it is too much. Your screams only become louder. Tired of hearing you, he clutches the back of your messy locks and shoves your face into the duvet.

Your makeup smears all over the white covers, but that is the farthest thing from your mind at the moment. With one hand gripping your mane and the other on your lower back, you’re forced into an arched position, giving him the ability to feel your tight walls even better.

“Keep crying like that. You’re only making me harder.”

He propels himself deeper inside of you, enjoying his property.

The amount of pain you’re suffering doesn’t even click in his mind. There is a vast difference between his pleasure and your misery, and he’s unaware that this is actually hurting you.

He tells himself you’re only acting this way because you’re too shy, but he’ll help you overcome it. You will have to learn how to pleasure him in the future so that he doesn’t always have to take you from the back, not that he minds.

“Stop!” you release a bloodcurdling scream into the mattress, but he pays you no attention.

He simply presses your head further into the comforter, making sure to muffle your cries as much as he can.

———

When he unhands your hair, you find yourself gasping for air as you pick your head up. Your sex, leaking with Levi’s hot seed, aches tremendously. Sticking your hand down there out of morbid curiosity, you withdraw your hand from your pink slit and look at the discolored sperm as it mixes with your virginal blood.

Lowering your trembling hand, you look at your husband, your rapist, with a quivering lip.

“You…”

As he unbuttons his cufflinks, he casts a glance at you.

His smirk is so punchable.

“Yes, Darling?”

You rise from the bed and rush at him, fists clenched in righteous fury. You prepare to strike him.

Ultimately, you find yourself held in his strong embrace with your back to his chest. You attempt to hit his nose with the back of your skull, but all he has to do is shift his head only slightly to avoid contact.

He lets you wail and curse until rage no longer fills your lungs. You dangle in his arms, and he’s enough of a gentleman to put you down on the bed instead of dropping you on the floor like he wants to.

Grabbing your jaw, he forces your tired eyes to look at him.

“If you ever try to attack me again, I will beat you within an inch of your life, wait for you to heal, and then do it all over again. Do you understand me, Wife?”

Sniffling, you wipe the snot and tears from your face. “Yes, I understand.”

“Yes, I understand, Husband,” he corrects you.

It’s the last thing you want to call him, but out of fear, you take his correction. “I understand…Husband.”

The captain lets go of your chin and caresses your cheek with the backs of his fingers. “Good. Your life is only as hard as you make it. If you obey me, it won’t be that difficult.”

He removes your dress as you lie on the bed, trepidation coursing through your veins as a vile feeling settles into your stomach.

“One more round should satisfy me, then we can get some sleep.”

With tears rolling from the corners of your eyes, all you can say is, “Yes, Husband.”

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #yandere x resisting reader #triggering content #triggering themes #attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin #levi ackerman #aot levi #levi attack on titan #levi aot #snk levi #levi is hot #levi ackerman attack on titan #levi smut #captain levi #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi ackerman x reader #yandere levi x reader

[kp-alice]

Okay

So amongst the SVT members, who do you think would be into bondage? (Receiving)

While writing out all these requests, I've realized that I see a lot of overlap in what types of subs Wonwoo/Mingyu and Jeonghan/Joshua would be. And then Seungcheol is this kind of anything-goes-in-a-small-dose kinda guy, lol. I might make a post in the future about what types of subs Svt would be, we'll see ~

(Also, I lowkey highkey feel like my writing is slowly getting worse, sorry if it actually is. After this event, I'm going back to my usual format of things, I promise <3)

Either way, here you go, hope you enjoy!

BONDAGE WITH SUB!SEVENTEEN

Jeonghan loves being tied up with pretty ribbons, but would also revel in more harsh materials like rope. Honestly, he likes to pretend to be all soft and innocent for you, but deep down, all he really wants is for you to fuck him and make it hurt (within consent and reason, of course). And so, the feeling of rope tying his wrists to the headboard, digging into his skin the more he squirms, would be almost high-inducing. Make him feel like a damsel in distress, tied to your bed by his wrists and ankles, completely helpless and waiting for your saving, only to find out you're far, far from his white knight (and pretend like that's not exactly the scenario he asked you for).

Careful, though, because he can also get a bit too carried away sometimes and is then at risk of some nasty rope burns - please watch out for him and treat any of his wounds if he does end up tugging too hard <3 :(

Joshua, much like Jeonghan, would also use silk and satin ribbons the most, sans the added roughness of rope. He loves feeling like a pretty prince for you, wanting you to appreciate the vibrant colors adorning his beautiful skin. With time, I can also see him getting curious about spreader bars, liking the forced lewdness of it - a beautiful mix of faux innocence and teasing playfulness, just the way Joshua loves to carry himself.

The yin to Joshua's yang, Woozi, would adore seeing dark green or blue rope wrapped around his body, forcing him to keep his hands behind his back while you have your way with him. Unlike the previous two, he wouldn't really like being bound to something, since it would make him feel a little too helpless and trapped for his liking.

On the other hand, he'd also slowly come to find how blissful the frustration of restraint can be. There's just something about being forced to lie on his stomach with his arms tightly bound together behind him, unable to even shuffle around a bit to get more comfortable, all while you fuck him and press him even further into the mattress. It would all just add so much frustration to his already stressed-out mind that it would basically cause it to short-circuit and reset him in the best way possible.

Another reluctantly-admitted favorite is when you tie his hands in front of him and make him lie on his back, each leg carefully tied to make it bend at the knee and keep his legs spread for you. It feels so open and intimate to let you bind him like this, he loves it so much.

Now, Minghao loves bondage not only for the aesthetics of it, but also because it helps him relax like nothing else can. There's already something incredibly mesmerizing about colorful rope being elegantly tied across his chest and thighs, but the way you treat him as your own little art project, carefully tying each knot in calming, peaceful silence while all of your attention is on him and him only, it all just makes his head spin and his dick harder than ever.

Don't give in to his desires immediately, though. Just keep working the rope around his back and waist. Make him sit there in silence, too shy to ask for your touch and squirming in his seat more and more with each knot. The silent mind games work him up like no other.

Seungcheol would once again be pretty lowkey even about bondage, usually just resorting to a pair of handcuffs and a whiny attitude to compliment it.

Thank you for reading! And remember, feedback is always appreciated! ♥

#sub!seventeen #sub!svt #seventeen smut #seventeen reactions #seventeen reaction #seventeen headcanons #seventeen headcanon #sub!jeonghan #sub!joshua #sub!woozi #sub!seungcheol #sub!minghao

[missbluesunflowersstuff]

This scenario is in my mind for weeks now and I need to share

Bruce has been missing for almost a year.

No one knows where he is or can contact him

Dick makes regular calls and visits to the mansion to keep Alfred company. Sometimes he sees the new boy, Tim Drake. Sometimes he just talks to Alfred. And sometimes Kate is there. It's strange to enter the mansion so silent

Bruce is a silent man and he is definitely not someone anyone would call warm and cozy. But there was always a lively air in the mansion when Bruce was around. And not just the mansion, but Gotham also seemed abandoned, empty and sad without its dark knight

It was an unbearable but invisible discomfort. Dick felt it under his skin, and the trapeze artist was sure that the young detective sitting in front of him also felt the same discomfort

It was an ordinary night at Wayne Manor, Alfred had made tea and cookies for the two boys who were now sitting in the living room near the fireplace, it was a cozy night, but at the same time cold and dark. You could see the sky through the mansion's large windows, the comfortable (and at the same time uncomfortable) silence between the two young people hung in the air. The butler sat with the boys in the other armchair, there wasn't much to be done, just wait for some sign from Bruce. Hoping he's alive

Alfred never gave up hope, the old butler always believed that his master would return home. Bruce always came back. Gotham was his home. There was no other place in the world for Bruce but Gotham

Tim Drake opens his mouth to say something, but then closes it. Maybe he thought of another theory. Or he just wanted to talk to his about something. Anything.

Gotham's crimes had increased, without Batman the villains and thugs became more fearless. Nightwing and Robin fought side by side to bring peace to the city, but they weren't enough, as everything had lost control

The good thing was that Joker had stopped acting, without Batman, the clown didn't see the fun in committing crimes. It was almost like a flirt between him and Batman. Sometimes Dick wanted to know, sometimes he didn't. Be that as it may, everyone was grateful for the clown's silence

"I heard on the radio that it's going to rain tonight" Alfred began to speak calmly, breaking the silence in a subtle way "I've already prepared the beds for both of you, rest here today, my boys"

Dick noticed the slight smile on the younger detective's face, something that made Dick happy internally. Maybe it would be nice to spend a night at the mansion like the old days, waking up to Alfed's delicious breakfast. There was nothing in the world that could compare to this.

But before Dick could respond, the trio heard loud knocking on the door. Something that made the old butler and the two detectives look at the large piece of wood and steel in astonishment

Wayne Manor doesn't usually receive visitors, and how did someone get there without triggering the gate alarms?

The old butler hurriedly got to his feet and went to open the door, the two boys right behind him, ready for an attack if necessary

Whoever was on the other side of the door knocked louder

Alfred had no choice in opening the door slightly, an action that made him startled, as the person knocking on the door was the master of the house himself

Bruce Wayne

Wearing a black and dark green outfit, wet from rain, mud and blood. The beard was about to be shaved, the hair was a little longer. The disregard for the appearance of such a detailed and meticulous Bruce Wayne was obvious. Whether the trio dared to think about saying anything about the great detective's sloppy appearance is unknown, as all the words died in their mouths when they noticed who was with Bruce

Next to Bruce was a young boy, a little taller than Dick. Black hair framing a cold face. This boy wore red and black clothes. But it wasn't his appearance that surprised them, it was who he was

Jason Todd

He shouldn't be there. He definitely shouldn't be there. Jason was dead! Buried in the backyard of Wayne Manor like all the other members of that strange family

Not there standing next to Bruce

Alfred opened his mouth to speak, the butler's hands reached out and he touched his former grandson's face. Jason was there. Jason was alive! Everyone's mind exploded with questions. Sadness. Confusion. Anger. Pain. Fault.

There were several emotions and none of them were meaningless

"B..." Dick managed to utter, still in shock like the other two

But before the trapeze artist could form a sentence, a sound was heard

A soft moan that came from the coat wrapped in Bruce's arms

The moan was light and low, like a kitten crying to sleep, but it was enough to keep Jason on alert

The former robin left Alfred's arms and immediately went to check on the small package

Something that alerted the other three that there was someone else there and immediately more doubts arose

"master Bruce... what does this mean?" Alfred said in amazement, watching a cute little baby smile at Jason

"I brought my children home, Alfred," Bruce said proudly, a big, genuine smile on that tired, scruffy face. There was a gleam in Bruce's eyes that could only be described as euphoria. "My children were lost, but now all my children are gathered in my house"

#dc comics #damian wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #batfam #batfamily #my writing #my writing dc comics

[intimidating-fettuccine]

I don't even know if I'm allowed to request something like this since he's technically not a main character in your blog… but I guess we'll see!! Based on that one anon’s request asking Candy’s Dark Side to hang out and if he'd go… could we ask him out on a (platonic or romantic. Or in the middle) date?? 🤭 Either to dinner, a walk around town, or just inviting him outside to watch the stars with him, or something he'd enjoy. It could be anything really. (you can choose how long they've known each other). Hope the request gets through to ya. (scenario or hc, doesn't have to be long either, whichever is easier :))

god this took forever

You can request stuff with Night Terrors! ^^ It's like asking for something Sully specific, or Masky/Hoodie. I'm very happy to write for him, and I hope you enjoy :)

I wrote this assuming Y/N has been with Candy for a while, and Terrors is starting to become infatuated with them. You told me it didn't have to be long but, uh... I couldn't help myself.

When you ask him to accompany you on a date, specifically HIM, he's surprised, and if anything a little flustered. He's witnessed all of your affection for Candy since you two started dating, and while at first, he had no interest in it himself, he's found himself longing for the same types of attention, he just never expected to be given a chance to experience it himself. He finds himself hesitating, but the longer you look up at him with those adorable pleading eyes, he finds he truly can't refuse you. He agrees to accompany you wherever you think would be best, and he's a bit alarmed at how excited that makes you, confused at how you could be so excited to spend time with him of all people, but he decides to just let you take charge as he's never exactly been on a date before.

You take him out on a crisp but warm night, knowing he's not one for being around large groups in the public eye, and take him to one of your favorite restaurants in the Underworld. It's casual enough that the two of you can relax in peace but nice enough that the food has a more high-class feel to it. Terrors sits across from you a bit awkwardly, legs crossed and hands clasped on the table, unsure of how to conduct himself on one such occasion as this, and you can sense his anxiety even if he's not voicing it. You begin making conversation with him to relax the atmosphere, and as you converse with him, asking him a bunch of questions and answering any he asks you in turn, he finds himself growing more content in the situation, relaxing his posture and opening up more. Once the food is brought out he's truly enjoying himself, as it's much more delicious than he was expecting, and when you gush in excitement, explaining that's why you love coming here, he finds himself smiling at you endearingly, letting out a few chuckles at how adorable you can be. He finds it endlessly amusing that someone as sweet as you wants to grow closer to a man like him, but he's not complaining.

By the time you finish eating, he's fully relaxed and content, becoming the most casual he's ever been in your company, something that's honestly a bit shocking to both of you. You offer to pay for the meal, as you invited him, but he refuses sternly, saying that he's more than happy to cover it, especially considering how wonderful you're making the experience. When you ask if he'd like to accompany you for a walk as you begin to leave, he agrees readily to the idea. He holds the door for you like a gentleman as you leave, holding out his arm for you to hold as the two of you walk together. As you cling to him happily, escorting him around town, he finds himself looking down at you affectionately, a smile resting upon his lips. He's never experienced something like this before, having never cared about relationships before his fusion with Candy, and he must admit it is quite nice. Perhaps it's because he's seen you and Candy go on so many dates, or just because of how cared for you make him feel, but it feels quite natural to be out with you like this. As you continue to walk, you find yourselves resting on a bride, a river flowing peacefully below it. 

As you turn and look up at the stars, Terrors finds his eyes still trained on you. You say that the sky is gorgeous tonight, and he responds that any sky in the world pales in comparison to your beauty, something that flusters both of you, but he means it wholeheartedly. He brushes one of his hands across your cheek, moving it to hold the back of your head as you gaze up at him, and he finds himself leaning down as you move upwards. Your lips make contact with his, and he has to hold back the noise he wants to let escape at how nice it feels. As you separate, he runs his fingers over his lips, blinking at you as he processes his first kiss, telling you it felt wonderful. When you cheekily smile at him, asking him if he'd like another one, he can't hold back the laughter that booms out of him as he scoops you up into his arms, pressing another kiss to your lips as he cradles you. Standing below the shining stars of the Underworld, Terrors feels a deep affection and happiness blooming inside of him that he never thought he'd ever experience. Perhaps sharing his life with Candy wasn't as bad as he thought if it could bring him blessings like this.

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #candy pop #candy pop x reader #candy pop headcanons #candy pop headcanon

[brwnicons]

Hello! I’m making a kid oc and I was wondering if you would be comfortable writing a PLATONIC relationship w/ Zhongli, Kaeya, Thoma and Diluc + Gn Child reader?

I was thinking that reader was really tired and fell asleep on them or something like that.

Feel free to ignore

☆ Platonic relationships, specially with kid reader, heal my soul. I couldn't come with a scenario for kaeya but didn't want to have you waiting, sorry :( ☆

Genshin Dads x Kid!Reader

-> Summary: Kid!Reader falls asleep and their dad takes care of them

Tags: Fluff, Platonic relationship, Kid!reader, the main characters are the Reader's dad. Implied Thoma x Ayato [Thomato🍅?].

-> Warnings: This is a platonic fic involving a kid character, pedophilic behavior of any kind is not accepted nor respected here.

-> Triggers: None

-> Includes: Zhongli, Thoma and Diluc

Please tell me if you find any mistake!

Zhongli

You were peacefully enjoying some warm tea at late noon on Liyue's Harbour best teahouse when you started to feel your eyelids grow heavier. Your dad noticed your behavior and chuckled silently before taking off his coat and covering you with it, "Excuse me, sweetheart -I'm afraid I lost my control over time. How about we head home?"

You were too tired to answer so you just nodded softly after giving a small yawn to him and rubbing your eyes tiredly. You rest your head on his shoulder and he takes you on his arms before heading home, allwhile a loving smile paints his face.

Thoma

You love accompanying you father wherever he goes but, as much as Mr Kamisato Ayato treats you nicely and gives you sweets whenever he sees you -he even showed you his bright katana!-, you have to admit that your father's work is rather...boring. Yes, you love to help him with the broom or cleaning the dust off some tables but the rest of the time you have to spend it in the garden, laying around on the grass or watching a row of ants work together on some lost crumbs.

Today was being a specially long day of work for your father at the Kamisato Estate and although he warned you about it, you were growing more and more tired. Eventually, it didn't take much time until your eyelids became heavier and your mind blurry. You were outside, in the garden, when you fell asleep on the dark wooden stairs of the Kamisato House. As soon as Thoma noticed your absence and couldn't see you around he grew worried and ran outside to search for you but he sighed in relief when he saw that you just fell asleep. He chuckled softly at the sight and picked you up "You're going to catch a cold if you stay outside" and gave you a soft kiss on your forehead before entering again the Kamisato Estate.

He laid you on a pillow and covered you with a soft blanket before smiling to himself and continue working.

When Mr. Kamisato Ayato returned from his meetings he couldn't feel but touched at the sight of you sleeping on a corner. Since Thoma had been working on the house all day, he didn't mind sending him home sooner than usual, and so he did. He whispered him, careful not to wake you up, something about having the rest of the day off so he could relax a bit.

Thoma was surprised about this suggestion but took it anyway so, when he finished organizing the documents from Mr. Kamisato's meeting, he took you in his arms and after a quick goodbye you headed home.

He had to admit that he loved having you around work but, sometimes, the thought of how you prefer being with him rather playing with other kids makes him a bit sad. He wished he could go with you to the park or just take a walk around.

But, who knows? Maybe one day some head of the Kamisato Clan decides that he wants to spend a peaceful day around Inazuma with you and your dad.

Diluc

Although your dad doesn't want you around the tabern —even less if it's at night— he could only surrender at those pleading, watery eyes. After all, it wasn't that late anyway, so he let you stay around.

You were sitting in front of the bar counter with your favourite beverage on one hand as you watched closely how your dad worked.

Everything he was doing was so elegant —mixing cocktails, pouring milk on coffee, squeezing lemons on cups of tea- you couldn't be proudest of your dad.

Allwhile Diluc was working, a smile was painted on his face at your little, proud eyes, you were really enjoying watching the show of him working.

Eventually, he'll tell you outloud the recipes and steps for making different things and narrate you the process so you can learn them, too. When he's got a bit of free time, he'll also let you take a sip of the non-alcoholic beverages he makes, the ones with the best smell.

Needless to say that he'll watch with furious eyes to whoever happens to sit beside you and won't hesitate to raise his voice against anyone who starts talking and bothering you. Thankfully, Mr Kaeya and Lady Rosaria are also around and, as the good uncle and aunt that they are, they won't hesitate neither to kick some butts if it's for your safety and comfort.

Excuse me, I've got too excited, now to the main topic

You wanted to continue watching your dad work —It wasn't even late!— but your eyes refused to stay open. The moment Diluc noticed your tiredness, he asked Charles beside him for a quick relay.

Then, he gently took you in his arms and headed to the Favounius Headquartes, where he searched for someone who could take an eye on you whike he worked on the tabern —he wouldn't mind having you sleeping while he works if it weren't by the fact that his work is full of drunk weirdos—.

After peeking around the library he heard the voice of a woman,

-Diluc- She sighed -What are you looking for?-

Your dad turned his head to where he sound was coming and so he saw Lisa reading some book on a couch. She quirked an eyebrow at him and waited for an answer she probably already suspected.

-Lisa, I need you to watch my kid while I work- he stopped talking as he saw the librarian pinch the bridge of her nose -It won't be long, just until I finish a couple things, I'll be leaving soon today-

-Ah...Whatever!- She sighs again as she stands up and takes some blankets from a couch -Put them here. If they make any noise I swear I'll return them to you, Diluc-

Your dad let you rest on the soft surface before covering you with a blanket. Then, he thanked Lisa for the favor and quickly returned to the tabern so he could pick your things up.

≡≡≡

The next thing you remember is waking up in a bed in a room of the Favounius Headquartes, your dad snoring softly on a nearby sofa. In fact, he looked rather uncomfortable, so you stood up and decided to put a pillow under his head.

You got to cover him with a blanket and put a pillow beneath his neck without waking him up. Then, you returned to your own bed to continue sleeping peacefully, knowing that your dad never left you and never will.

#genshin impact #genshin x you #zhongli x male reader #zhongli x you #zhongli x gender neutral reader #zhongli x traveler #zhongli x reader #zhongli x y/n #platonic #fluff #genshin x male reader #genshin x oc #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin x reader #diluc x male reader #diluc x lumine #diluc x gender neutral reader #master diluc #diluc scenarios #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc headcanons #genshin impact thoma #genshin thoma #thoma x reader #thomato #thoma x lumine #thoma x you #thoma x oc #x reader #x male reader

[thewritingisconsumingme]

dancing

summary: johnny takes bi han out clubbing

warnings: suggestive :)

Bi Han felt his eye twitch as he watched Johnny dig through his closet to find something suitable to wear. Liu Kang had ordered the assassin to bodyguard the actor because there had been some sightings of Shang Tsung across Earthrealm, but that didn’t mean Bi Han was happy about it. The actor was insolent and proud and much too boisterous to even spare Bi Han a moment of peace. Despite the threat that Shang Tsung might appear and try to harm and/or kill Johnny, the actor still wanted to go out and have a night of fun at some VIP club and would not change his stance. Something about maintaining his reputation.

Right now, Bi Han had his arms folded across his chest, a disapproving glare directed toward Johnny and an irritated scowl etched into his face as Johnny finally pulled out an outfit, a purple sleeveless turtleneck and a form-fitting skirt.

“Perfect! Now, I just gotta find something for you to wear.”

“No.” Bi Han somehow had an even deeper scowl on his face as Johnny laid out his own outfit and started to rummage through his clothes to find something for the assassin to wear.

“What do you mean no? You can’t exactly go out wearing that. You’ll stand out like a sore thumb.” Johnny didn’t even glance back, just moving to another part of his closet to find something a bit looser but still form-fitting.

“I am not changing.”

“You’re changing. I have an image to uphold, and your current outfit is just going to look weird in public.” Johnny retorted back, pulling out a shiny blue dress shirt and black dress pants. “Here, change into this. Bathroom’s on the right. Tell me if it’s too tight. Unless you wanna change with me.”

Johnny shot Bi Han a wink, and the assassin snatched the clothes from Johnny and hurried out of the closet into the bathroom to change, hiding the blush on his cheeks. A few moments later, he walked out of the bathroom and found Johnny sitting on the bed, his legs and arms on display. Bi Han had to avert his eyes in case he stared for too long. Despite his annoyances toward Johnny, Bi Han admittedly found the actor attractive. Johnny whistled at the sight of Bi Han.

“Looking good, grandmaster blueberry ice! But, here.” Johnny hopped off the bed and strutted over to the assassin and rolled up the sleeves of Bi Han’s shirt. The grandmaster hadn’t noticed before, but Johnny’s hands were manicured and quite soft against Bi Han’s own rough skin. Bi Han tried not to think of another scenario where Johnny’s hands would be touching him. After the actor had finished, he pat Bi Han’s arm twice before heading toward the bathroom.

“There’s food and alcohol in the kitchen, and the TV has every channel and streaming service. I gotta go and finish up my look. I’m sure you can keep yourself entertained.” Johnny disappeared into the bathroom, and Bi Han wandered around the mansion. It was decadent, overpriced and filled to the brim with objects that Bi Han couldn’t even imagine the price of. Sitting down onto the couch, which was probably worth more than everything in Bi Han’s room combined, the assassin just tried to calm himself. He could not afford to be distracted. Especially by Johnny. However, as he tried to clear his mind, images of Johnny’s slim waist, his soft lips, how he would look debauched, how good he would look with the tears running down his face, how his manicured hands would look wrapped around-

Bi Han growled and suddenly stood up, spotting the alcohol cart by the couch. Uncorking the bottle, Bi Han poured himself a generous amount of the amber liquid and tried to forget his thoughts.

After what felt like ages, Johnny finally made his way down the stairs, the tell-tale sound of heels clicking against the marbled floors. Bi Han had finished his drink by then, trying to nurse it slowly.

“Oh perfect! You’re already pre-gaming!” Johnny smiled, and Bi Han couldn’t stop his heart from lurching. The man had on red lipstick, a dark eyeshadow and perfect eyeliner. His hair was styled to perfection. He looked gorgeous. Bi Han could drop to his knees right now and worship the actor. Fortunately, Bi Han managed to stay upright and just poured a glass for Johnny.

The actor took the drink, downed it, and poked his tongue out to catch the last few drops of whiskey hanging from his lips. Bi Han turned his head away and poured himself and Johnny another glass, trying to beat down the filthy thoughts arising in his mind.

“Alright, let’s get fucked up!” Johnny clinked his glass against Bi Han’s, and they drank. When Johnny finally determined that they were drunk enough, they headed outside to the chauffeur waiting for them and sat in the car. Bi Han sat still in the car, though a red blush had started to creep its way up his neck, and Johnny was a gigging mess on the other side of the seat. After they finally arrived at the club, Johnny hooked his elbow around Bi Han’s, flashed a few pretty smiles to the press, and dragged him inside the club to the bar. There, Johnny ordered and immediately two fruity drinks with small umbrellas slid toward them.

“Let’s have fun!” Johnny handed the drink to Bi Han. While Johnny polished off the drink quickly and ordered a few shots, Bi Han was content to sip on the drink, letting the buzz of the previous alcohol pleasantly settle in his head. The actor sauntered off to the dance floor, and Bi Han couldn’t help himself but let his eyes wander up and down Johnny’s figure. The sleeveless turtleneck emphasized his muscles, and the skirt barely covered Johnny’s ass. His long and tanned legs were on display, and Bi Han couldn’t help himself from ogling the actor.

The assassin just watched for a while as Johnny danced in the club, keeping a close eye on the actor, but he felt something dark curl in his stomach when another man grabbed onto Johnny’s hips and started grinding on him. Even worse, Johnny didn’t seem to mind and simply smiled and laughed. Bi Han scowled and downed his drink, emboldened by the alcohol in his system, and walked onto the dance floor, grabbing Johnny away from the man and pressing himself flush against the actor.

“Oh, feeling jealous, are we?” Johnny wrapped his arms around Bi Han’s neck and pressed his body even closer into the grandmaster.

“Shut up and dance.” Bi Han grinded into Johnny, and the actor flashed a shit-eating grin before reciprocating Bi Han’s movements. For a few songs, they both stayed in each other’s arms, just dancing against each other, but as the alcohol fully settled into Bi Han’s body, he couldn’t help but to admire Johnny. His makeup and hair were done to emphasize his most attractive traits, and the assassin wanted to do nothing more than take the man to bed and ruin his perfect image. Bi Han found his head leaning down until their lips were only a breath apart. Johnny’s pupils were blown out and wide, a slightly dazed look in his eyes. He glanced between Bi Han’s lips and eyes, and that was all the assassin needed.

Bi Han smashed their lips together, teeth clashing painfully as they both groaned into the kiss. Johnny’s hands trailed up into Bi Han’s hair, tugging at the strands, and Bi Han dug his fingers into Johnny’s hips deep enough to leave bruises. They continued to make-out on the dance floor, not really caring that they were taking space from the other people dancing.

“Wanna-wanna get out of here?” Johnny pulled away, cheeks flushed and his lipstick smeared around his face. Bi Han was sure there were some lipstick marks on his face as well. Bi Han just dragged them both off the dance floor, and Johnny called for a cab. By the end of the night, Johnny was most definitely ruined, and Bi Han wouldn’t want to have it any other way.

#fluffuary 2024 #fluff #noodle’s writings #mortal kombat #mk #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 #mk1 2023 #johnny cage #mk1 johnny cage #bi han #bi han sub zero #sub zero #mk1 bi han #mk1 sub zero #johnhan #johnny cage x bi han #bi han x johnny cage

[starhvney]

hello! :D

could you write for sasha and reader hanging out and sasha reads her palm or gives her a tea reading? something fluffy please! it's okay if you don't want to, thank you for reading my request anyway! <3 your writing is literally so amazing :D

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mystreet platonic sasha & fem!reader, also ft. gene and zenix

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: feeling bored and crowded at a party, you and sasha escape to the back porch

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff, sasha being cool asf, you two are the cool main character besties in an indie film with two stupid boy roommates, it’s great

𝐂𝐖: use of alcohol, you two are at a house party

𝐀/𝐍: i know i added a party subplot here but once i started writing i just went for it lol. hopefully you still like the scenario! i also know nothing about palm reading or anything like that so sorry for any inaccuracies^^;

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

the sound of talking and loud music muffles as you and sasha step out on the back porch, breathing in the fresh, cool night air. the dim lighting through the windows and the singular light over the door cast a warm glow on the two of you. sasha stretches and takes another drink out of her solo cup, before hoisting herself to sit up on the thick wooden railing. 

“the people here are kind of lame, i thought zenix said this was gonna be fun.” she says in her monotonous voice, the sound of her deeper voice a calm relief from all of the shouts inside.

you join her and perch yourself next to her, taking a swig of your own drink and wrinkling your nose at the sting of the alcohol. sasha scoffs out an amused laugh at your reaction, a fond look on her face.

“yeah,” you strain out, before clearing your throat. “there’s a lack of uh… depth in personality around here.”

she nods, a knowing sparkle in her eyes. for a moment you two enjoy the distant noise of crickets and the occasional car passing, before sasha turns her attention back to you. she reaches out a pale, black polished hand in your direction.

“let me see your hand.” she says, lightly wiggling her fingers out for you to take.

as you place your hand over hers, she turns it palm up and leans forward, her fingers lightly tracing along the creases in your hand. her rings shine against the porch light, drawing your attention to the different designs. some had cool-toned gems embedded into the metal, while a few were shaped into skeleton hands or spiders. your eyes drift back up, noticing the long wispy white strands of hair falling in front of her face. dark eyeshadow sparkles and frames her deep violet eyes that squint and focus down at your hand.

“i learned how to palm read for fun in high school,” she explains, sensing your curiosity as her thin eyebrows pinch together in concentration. “but… it’s been a while since i’ve done it and i'm a bit tipsy, so let’s see how this goes.”

you laugh lightly at her explanation, patiently waiting as she trails a fingernail along your palm.

“this is your lifeline… it goes down and splits off here… if i remember correctly that means you’ll be busy with your career in the future… but it’s also faint so you know how to preserve your energy.” she observes slowly, humming in thought. "that's good."

“hm… this one across your hand is… there’s a slight wave to it, which means you have an open-minded and different approach to life and issues than others.”

you hum and nod along, taking another sip of your drink and tilting your head as you listen.

“you have a super deep heart line, which means you will have long-lasting relationships. and this line right here is far and parallel to this line, meaning—i think…—that you’re more independent and don’t rely on outside influences.”

piercing loud laughter hits your ears abruptly, making the two of you flinch as four obnoxious partygoers stumble into your peaceful space. they glance at the two of you with confused and annoyed looks, as if they were offended by your presence. they stumble down into the backyard, one of them falling face-first into the weedy grass below. you glance back at sasha, who is already looking at you with a deadpan expression. 

“wanna find gene and zenix?” she asks, before hopping off the railing and leaning in to whisper to you. “let’s take some alcohol and get out of here.”

you nod in response, to which she keeps her hold on your hand to guide you back into the loud house. bodies bump into you, and sasha tugs you closer to her as she walks. you see a familiar head of black hair sticking higher in the crowd. sasha pulls him along with you, dragging both of you to a less crowded space.

“the fu-? oh hey, ladies.” gene stumbles along beside you, clearly a bit more intoxicated than the two of you.

sasha stops out of a pathway, hunching the three of you together. “we were gonna get some alcohol and take off, you coming?”

gene raises his eyebrow, looking around before nodding with a smirk. “yeah, i figured you two wouldn’t care much for this either. only reason i’m tolerating these people is because i’m three double shots in.”

sasha raises an unimpressed eyebrow. “we’ve been here an hour and you’re three double shots in?”

“hell yeah, tequila.” he nods, his eyes drooping in satisfaction.

“whatever, why don’t you grab a bottle and we’ll find zenix.”

“what about me?” a familiar voice cuts over your meeting, as the last piece to your quartet little friend group.

“these people are boring, let’s go, man.” gene throws his arm over zenix’s shoulder, causing the curly-headed brunette to pout, his piercing tugging on his lip.

“yeah i know, i thought cooler people would show up.”

“it’s fine, you can make it up to us by grabbing us some drinks to go and meeting us out front.” sasha smirks, tugging you along by your arm out the front door.

you can hear zenix scoff before he’s drowned out by the noise, but you’re positive he’s already making his way to the kitchen with gene.

the moon bounces off sasha’s hair, the soft layers reflecting back into your eyes. she turns, looking satisfied that she was able to round up your other two friends so quickly.

“that might be a new record of finding the two of them and getting them to agree.” you note, earning a rare laugh from the girl.

“i know, what was that, like two minutes?”

you two walk further into the empty street, the buzzing of the alcohol slightly beginning to wear off as you realize you hadn’t taken a sip in a while. you look down at your empty hands with a frown.

“i left my drink.”

“here,” she hands you hers. “we’re about to get some more anyways.”

“thanks,” you swig the rest of it down, drinking from the other side of sasha’s dark lipstick stains on the cup.“i didn’t know you knew how to palm read, though.”

she kicks a pebble down the road, a content look in her eyes as she sways in place next to you. one arm of her arms laces around your waist as the two of you mindlessly walk and spin under a lone buzzing street light.

“yeah… i also learned a bit about tea reading, i can show you sometime back at the house.”

“ooh, yeah, if you wanna.”

“duh.” she says with a humored smile in her tone. ”hanging out with you is way cooler than any of those dorks inside.”

“even zenix and gene?” you laugh.

“oh yeah, we’re the coolest.”

“package secured! let’s go!” zenix and gene walk out of the house, pulling out not one but two bottles from their t-shirts.

“i kinda wanna go to our spot in the park,” zenix leads the way, walking down the street with bottle in hand. “from back then.”

“alright, it’s not far.” gene lazily agrees, taking a sip and passing the bottle to sasha.

you and sasha keep your arms linked around the other, walking along after them while squinting up to see if you could find any constellations.

“shadow knights reunion?”

“zenix, we are not the shadow knights anymore.”

“ugh, whatever!”

©starhvney, 2024. please do not steal or repost my works as your own.

#aphmau #aphmau mystreet #mystreet x reader #x reader #mystreet #aphmau sasha #mystreet sasha #aphmau gene #mystreet gene #aphmau zenix #mystreet zenix

[mirkwoodmunson]

uncle wayne

wayne munson & gn!reader interaction

956 words

wayne munson is very much the strong/silent type, you wonder how he’s doing after everything that happened with his nephew —your boyfriend — eddie. one night he decides to tell you.

contains: wayne munson, vol2 rewrite/fixit, comfort, established relationship w/ eddie, light angst, no pronouns (if i slipped up at all please let me know!) tw: alcohol, smoking, cursing a/n: i was brushing my teeth and just got real sad over how nice wayne comes across despite being presented as kind of a gruff guy. he needs to be checked in on i think 🫶 disc: i do not give permission to share my content outside of tumblr; please reblog and do not repost; my content (even sfw) is not meant for minors; i am not responsible for the media you consume online

Nights in the mobile village were so calm. Sure, there was the occasional party going on, sometimes the neighbors would argue, but for the most part it was a pretty peaceful little area. Tonight the early Summer sun was just setting, reluctant to hide behind the horizon just yet, it still had work to do here; light to shine. But it was growing dark, the street lights turned on now, people lighting fires in their yards and camping out around them in lawn chairs. Shooting the shit.

That’s what you were doing with Wayne Munson, just shooting the shit. Well as best you could with such a tight-lipped man. Eddie was still getting better, still tired and easily worn out, so he had decided to go to bed early. He’d bade you goodnight with a peck to your forehead, then a playful ruffle of your hair, a tight squeeze of the hand with his uncle before heading inside with a yawn.

Wayne lit a cigarette as you gently shook Eddie’s leftover can of beer, tossing back the little left so as not to waste it before chucking it into the recycling bin outside the porch. Wayne passes you the cigarette between his thumb and index finger without looking at you, smoke slithering through a hole in his lips. He hadn’t made that gesture before, offering a smoke, but then again, you never really hung out one on one with Wayne before. Him passing you his cigarette felt like you’d really been accepted by him, not that you worried about it, but sometimes he could be so quiet and unreadable you’d have the nervous thought that your near-constant presence in his trailer annoyed him from time to time.

You glance between him and the cigarette a few times before taking it, pulling some smoke and then passing it back to his waiting fingers. You both share the quiet like that for a little bit, passing the stick back and forth until he flicks the finished butt into the small can of other finished butts by his feet. Quiet again for a little bit as he keeps just looking off into the distance, watching a fire in the neighbor’s yard.

“I been meaning to uhh,” he starts off suddenly, his voice a low grumble until he pauses to clear his throat, making it only slightly softer. He wanted to sound gentle with you.

“I been meaning to — to talk to you, fer… a while now…” He sounds almost, nervous, fingers rubbing together soothingly. Your heart drops a little, of course your mind goes to the worse scenarios.

Does he want me to stop coming over? Stop seeing Eddie?

“I…” He sighs, and finally slowly turns his head to look at you.

“I been meaning to thank you, y/n.”

He continues as your brows stitch closer, “for everything. For,” he gestures with a thumb behind him, to the trailer. “For him.”

He goes quiet again but it’s clear he’s trying to form his thoughts into words, has more to say, as he keeps rubbing his fingers and sits up a bit more in his chair. You give him the silence, just watching him with a furrowed, concerned brow, letting him organize.

“You… y— aw, Hell,” he huffs, rubbing a hand over his eyes, and he’s smiling for what you’re pretty sure is the first time you’ve seen, just slightly turned away from you.

“What I’m tryin’ to say, kid, is — I do not know that I would have that boy in his bed right now if it weren’t for you. For that little curly fella, uhh- Dustin. Everything that went on, all that— that cult bullshit, all those lies n’ all the slander. You were there. You made yourself so damn loud, y’know, you made sure they heard you. Heard that Eddie Munson — my nephew — was not a freak. He’s not a freak.”

You find it hard to swallow, just watching him talk. He made sure he was so gentle talking to you. You find yourself nodding quickly, eagerly. Eddie is not a freak.

“And then— then he gets all… all banged up. Gets hurt real bad, n’, I-I still don’t understand all that— that,” he waves his hand in the air before sighing, dropping it, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Whatever happened to him. You were there, kid. By chance, fate, luck, by the fuckin’ grace of God or whatever powers that be, you were there.” He looks at you, you look at him. Wayne’s eyes are filled with tears but they refuse to spill.

He sniffles, “you were there to save my boy. I can’t say, y/n, I cannot say what I might’ve done. What would’ve happened, if I lost that kid. He’s my own, you understand? That’s my boy. Sure as shit after his old man ducked out, I was gonna make sure he got raised right. I was gonna make sure that he was… that he was taken care of… I don’t know what I would’ve done,” he says again, shaking his head.

You both look away, tearful, letting his words sink in and settle over you. You feel him very carefully take your hand in one of his, patting it gently with his other.

“Thank you.”

You give him a weepy smile and just nod, if you say anything you’ll burst.

“You keep on keepin’ him in line. Keep an eye on him, when I can’t. Yeah?”

Your nod becomes vigorous, of course, of course I’ll watch over him, Wayne — you have my word.

A final, firm nod from him, one more pat to your hand before he lets you go, still smiling, “good. You’re a good kid.”

#eddie munson #wayne munson #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fix it #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x gn!reader #stranger things fluff #wayne munson fluff #mine

[beauleifu]

Can you write full angst, with a bittersweet ending or almost no comfort ? If so, I would love a one shot with LBD, Mayor (In his war chief era), Macaque or any characters who you seem inspired to write for. A one shot that has a major argument between the s/o and the character, for only the reader to leave their lover behind after hearing hurtful words? At first the character doesn’t mind, but when they need their s/o helps weeks after, they refuse, telling the character they wish they’d never met. I’m sorry this is detailed lmao its alright if it’s too much

Ahhh yes, good old angst. I got you dearly anon, Macaque is gonna suffer big time in this here oneshot. Macaque, I apologize for any trauma this scenario might induce, I was held at gunpoint (JKJK ILY). We going full angst, my bois.

Anyways, hope you enjoy!

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MACAQUE X READER PT 1

Lego Monkie Kid

Context: You're done. The King's Shadow has chosen, and he didn't choose you. Again, and again. It pains you deeply to accept the things he's told you; you loved him too much. You didn't care about anything he did to you. But the tide always changes, and you won't return this time.

CW: Language, breaking up, physical abuse (just pushing and hitting each other, not very often), hurtful words

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"Oh. There you are."

Macaque doesn't turn at the sound of your voice.

He sits at the edge of a cliff overseeing a beautiful landscape. Mountains, rivers, the city of Megapolis further down. He's got one leg hanging over the cliff's edge and the other bent so he can prop an elbow on it. He hadn't moved from that spot for hours; it was a wonder you found him.

But he doesn't care for your visit.

"(Y/N)," he growls softly.

No response. The monkey was hoping you'd just ask if he's all right, he'd tell you he's fine, and you'd walk off. Not something you'd usually do, but here's hoping.

"Didn't I tell you I wanted to be alone," he continues, not caring to hide his frustration.

Your footsteps edge closer, voice soft. "I was worried about you."

He sneers to himself, eyes on the city. Claws curling into fists, the dark monkey imagines his significant other, the yin to his yang, out saving the world with the Monkie Kid.

Sun Wukong.

Even the thought seems to taste terrible.

"What are you thinking about?" His lover pipes up.

Even though you'd spoken it innocently and warmly, Macaque feels attacked. Like you want to weed out the answer and crush him with it.

"Nothing."

He hears your soft exhale. A sigh worthy of a thousand apologies, but he feels no guilt. He just wants to be alone.

To plan his next move.

But you decide to sit down next to him, kicking your feet out beyond the cliff's edge. It's slightly uncomfortable that he feels no fear at the thought of you slipping and falling off - he doesn't even spare you a glance. All he can think about is his next offensive maneuver. One that will surely make Monkey King feel the same pain he inflicted on Macaque. Then, the lord of the shadows will finally be at peace.

Maybe.

Your breathing suddenly fills his ears. He doesn't like it.

"(Y/N)? What are you . . . doing, here," he grunts, finally gracing you with a piercing look. "Can't you see I need some time?"

You blink, features once something that filled him with butterflies. Once, you were a lovely distraction from his kingly obsession, but now, he just finds you rather . . . annoying.

"Mac, if you're suffering . . . maybe I can help."

"Tch. I don't need your help."

Another sigh from you, and it makes Macaque scoff at your pettiness of it. Your eyes slide to the scenery, a soft frown on your face. "You just seem so miserable. If you're in pain, or if there's someone out there-"

Macaque glances sideways, and you reconsider. "There is, then. MK? Some old nemesis? The Monkey King?"

He stiffens reflexively at the name, eyes sharp.

You smile sadly. "So it's true, then."

"Oh?" A harsh laugh, yet his glare shackles you to the ground. "What's true?"

He's impatient for your reply, but you merely keep your gaze on the city below, watching the sun set a little ways beyond. At first, your demeanor was calm and collected, but Macaque noticed the way your hands clenched, the way your body was stiff and your breath was a forced calm.

Something is wrong.

"You're different, Macaque," you murmur, voice tight. "You don't smile anymore, you don't take me out to dinner. You refuse anytime I try.

"Now I realize . . . it's that Sun Wukong," you spit bitterly.

Macaque decides to stand up, finally done with your bullshit. He, pushing you away in favor of his nemesis? How dare you even accuse him of such a thing!

But you're suddenly on your feet, blocking his path. "He's ruining you! He's ruining us."

"You're wrong," Macaque snarls, lip curling.

He watches you look away, frown deep and fists curled.

He's smirking, suddenly. "Oh, darling. Are you jealous?" A mean laugh. "Don't be. He's way out of your league."

It's the final straw.

"Out of my league?!" You snap, launching forward and shoving him backwards. Your eyes are lit up with a fire Mac's never seen before. Like pain and anger, mixed into one burning flower of pent-up emotions. You don't relent, stalking forward. "How is that fair?! It's been days, Macaque, days! Since you've smiled at me. Since you've even been in the same fucking room for two minutes! You're always out there, always stalking and plotting and now I know why! You're obsessed! Fucking obsessed!"

Oh. Ho.

Now we're getting to the center of your rage. Macaque's cockiness vanishes, fists curling as he stands his ground. "You're wrong!"

"Lie to yourself all you want, Macaque, but you can't lie to me."

Your harsh words tear at something within Macaque, making him reach out as you turn away to grab your arm, preventing your leave. But his grip is anything but gentle, and you wince.

"You think I'm obsessed? Might I remind you that you're the one obsessing over me. How daft can you get? You'll only get yourself killed pulling a crap stunt like that, (Y/N). I'm only looking out for you and your sorry ass," Macaque finishes in one breath, tone lowered to reflect his frustration.

You're quick to rebut. "Is it so wrong to care about you? To wonder if you value something over me?"

"Is it wrong to value myself over you?"

"Of course not! I feel the same way!" You flash, trying to wrench your arm from him. It's hopeless, and you can see bruises in the future. "Your significant other should be your second, or even your third! But you act like Sun Wukong comes before all else. Before me."

"I don't!" Macaque spits.

He does.

He does.

He does.

Say it.

"Then why do you care about him so much?!"

He pulls you closer, breath hot on your face. He's pissed, remarkably so, at your accusations. He doesn't even notice when you gasp in pain when he grips your arm tighter.

"Shut the fuck up. You know nothing about me."

Sadness reflects in the cold sheen of your withering gaze.

He'd hit a sore spot.

"You're right, I don't," you grit out; "You never open up to me. Do you know how hard that is? To love someone without even knowing who they are??"

"Don't act like you're the victim here. You never tried."

A scoff is your reply. "I did try, Mac. But you never reciprocated."

Unjust.

He did, for a little while.

Say it.

SAY IT.

He laughs harshly. "Oh-ho, that's a little ungrateful of you, considering I took care of you and wasted my time to entertain your dull little human needs. You're just holding me back! You never let me take care of my problems, take care of the Monkey King! Had you let me, maybe we wouldn't be here!"

Your jaw drops at the accusation.

"Well if the Monkey King is sooo important to you, why do you burden yourself with me?"

Say it.

SAY IT, COWARD.

"YOU WERE A DISTRACTION!" Macaque blurts, eyes scorching through your own, which widen in shock.

In one quick movement, you wrestle your arm out of his grip.

"What?"

Macaque flashes you a wicked, rage-filled grin, the truth spilling from his lips like wine from a bottle. Poisoned wine. "You were a fucking distraction. Sun Wukong, golden savior who ruined my life, was all I could think about. I wanted - no, I needed - my revenge. But it was so fucking pointless and all I was hitting were dead ends-"

He pauses for a brief moment. "But then I met you."

He looks at you.

The human who'd fallen in love with him. Oh, how awful. "But then I met you," Macaque repeats, venom and spite lacing his tone.

A flinch is your only reaction.

"You helped me forget about my mission, if only for a brief while," the shadow lord continues, lip curling at you as he admits the truth. He is obsessed. A wicked chuckle rumbles in his throat. "But of course, nothing lasts forever."

The monkey stalks towards you, placing a hand on your chest.

You're suddenly shoved backwards, landing on your rear. Macaque towers over you as he speaks. "You failed me, (Y/N). You're the one at fault. Can't even do your job right."

"Love isn't a job!" You snap, but your voice trembles.

Macaque cares not.

"Love?"

He throws his head back, emitting a loud, harsh laugh that makes you inhale sharply. Then, he's looking at you, smugly pitying. "Oh, (Y/N). I never loved you. How could I? You're a human, a mortal, the Monkey King and I are destined to live for much longer than you."

His foolish lover bites their lip, tears welling in their eyes.

You shakily stand up. "I-I knew it. You're obsessed. Obsessed with someone you don't even want in your life anymore."

"I want him in my life to destroy him!" Mac roars.

Tears fly from your eyes as you whip your head up to glare at him, voice breaking. "And you're ignoring me in the process! You don't even trust me! The one person who actually fucking cares about you, who wants to see you smile and move on from that monkey bastard - but NO! You always choose him! To stew away in your own emotions and ignore me!"

"I never-"

Macaque's retort is cut off as you lash out with your hand. A sharp, painful slap echoes in the wind as your hand collides with Macaque's cheek.

He stumbles back, cupping the area with one hand.

Wide eyes stare at you. Glaring.

Your expression is contorted, cheeks wet and teeth gritted. Scorching eyes sear through the monkey's own, knowing that he'll never change.

That you were just a distraction.

"You did!" You gasp, choking on sobs. A hand is raised to deliver another smack, but when seeing Macaque's lip curl, you hesitate. "You ignored that I love you. What . . . how could you do that to me? Don't I mean anything to you?"

Macaque takes deep breaths in, forcing them out.

Slowly, his claws dig into his palm.

The scenery is no longer beautiful, no longer offering him a solitary place to think. You ruined it for him, just like you ruin everything. And, well.

That's what you do best.

Straightening, Macaque regards you coldly. "No. You're nothing to me, (Y/N). I don't need people who fail me."

You stiffen, eyes going wide with dismay.

The monkey stalks forward wordlessly. Step by step, his silent assault tearing your wall down. Yes, you know what he's capable of. Macaque relishes in your brief moment of fear.

Then, he stops in front of you, gaze contemptuous.

The human in front of him is a stranger.

He doesn't know you.

In one, sharp movement, he lashes you with the back of his paw, the force of it sending you stumbling back with a gasp of pain and shock. One of your hands flies north to cup the area, already red and raw. Your choked words go unheard by Macaque, who closes the distance, baring his fangs.

He feels no remorse, no guilt, for what he'd just done. It's justice, an eye for an eye.

"I'm sorry."

Macaque stops at your words, frowning with disinterest.

Those two words, laced with pain and white-hot anger echo in his ears. You don't bother to look at him when you take another deep breath, still on the ground.

"We're done, Mac."

He blinks.

Something in his chest gives rise to panic, yet he tamps it down. He glares, gesturing around. "You think I care? You don't think that's what I want? Good!"

You finally regard him sadly. "Fine. Goodbye, then."

"Fine," he hisses.

Shadows begin to morph underneath him.

He pauses, if not to capture this moment into his memory, to seal your expression of utter misery and pain into his mind. Of the true dismay behind your icy glare. He feels nothing, does nothing to ease the situation.

With that, he descends into the shadows.

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Months.

It's been months since his grave, terrible mistake.

He lays awake in bed, bloodshot eyes glued to the ceiling. His tail twitches with anxiety and frustration.

Macaque replays the scene over and over, contemplating the various emotions he feels regarding it. And now that he's been burdened with a problem and needs your help, you're not around. And people never notice what they have until they lose it.

He lost you.

He wants you back.

God, did he really say you were a distraction? When really, you were his savior, up until his obsession took over again . . . Damnit, he has a stupid way of wording things. He really does did love you, to the point where it hurts.

But it's the middle of the night.

He can't just call you . . .

He has your number.

A paw instinctively goes to his phone, the one that you'd given him to help get accustomed to city life. Now that he thinks about it, you really did help him.

Slowly, he takes it out, anxiety tearing through him.

"You're nothing."

"Love? I never loved you."

His words echo in his mind, ghosts of the guilt rippling through his heart. His eyes narrow in frustration.

"They'll help me," he tells himself, huffing. "They're probably desperate to get back with me."

His ego thoroughly boosted, he dials your number and waits.

And waits . . .

Waits . . .

Beads of sweat form on his forehead. What if you-

Beep.

"Hello?" Your groggy voice fills his ears, and his poor little heart jumps with surprise. Stars, he didn't realize how much he missed hearing you until now. The brewing conversation afoot has his throat drying up, jaws opening and closing wordlessly.

But you're patient.

"(Y/N)?" Macaque attempts, tone nervous yet trying. "Um . . . hi. It's Macaque."

Your voice cracks over the phone. "Yeah. I recognized your number."

How awkward.

Tail tying in knots, Macaque clenches his paw around nothing and clears his throat. "Look. I-I know it's late. I know . . . you probably hate me-"

"I don't hate you," you say monotonously.

Words cutting short, Macaque blinks and sits up. "You don't??"

"No. I don't think I could ever hate you," you say, voice quieter the more you speak. Like the moonlight dancing off Macaque's bed, becoming fainter and fainter as it descends across the night sky. "Why did you call, Macaque?"

His name. It sounds so sweet on your tongue. But his own is dried and tied up. "I-I . . . I mean . . . I wanted to-to apologize."

Your voice is but a whisper. "What for?"

"For- for the things I said, last time we talked," Macaque says, stumbling blindly over words that seem to come naturally. Panic seeps into his chest. "I-I didn't mean them. You know I didn't. And I'm saying this now because it took me months to realize how much I need you, especially right now, I've got a-"

"Problem? You handle things alone, though," you say cooly.

Macaque winces at the inclination. "(Y/N) . . ."

"You're sorry?"

"Yes. Truly. Terribly. I admit it. Please, I want you back, I'd like to start over, try again," Mac whispers frantically. "Please give me another change."

A beat.

"You broke my heart."

Those four simple words chink away at Macaque's mental armor. He broke your heart.

"(Y/N)-"

"'You're nothing to me, (Y/N). I don't need people who fail me'," you quote, tone sad yet cutting. A deep, shuddering breath, as though you're reliving the pain those words put your through. His words. "Do you remember that? I do. I may not hate you, but I won't ever forgive you, nor forget the things you said to me."

Macaque inhales sharply, paws trembling with guilt.

"Yes, and I'm sorry, but if we can just-"

"No. I'm sorry." A sad smile seems to carry through the phone, tearing Macaque apart. "But it's for the best that we don't talk again. I hope you get what you want this time, without me there to hold you back."

Panic.

Macaque reaches out, as though to grasp what still remains of your love for him. But you're not here.

"Wait! Please. I-I'd turn back time if I could-"

"I wouldn't."

The monkey chokes on his words, eyes wide with fear. "What?"

"I'm glad you said those things," you say quietly, your voice soft and yet cold, hard blocks crush Macaque's heart and soul. "You showed me your heart that night. The real you, and the real you never loved me. You hate Sun Wukong too much for that. So really, I should be thanking you, Mac. For opening my eyes. Leaving you was the best thing you could've done for me," you finish, voice but a whisper.

Macaque's vision blurs. "(Y/N), don't-"

"Goodbye."

You pause, considering your last words carefully. ". . . Forever."

Beep.

The phone slips from his trembling hands.

You're gone. You're gone.

What has he done?

#lmk #lmk macaque #macaque x reader #lego monkie kid #angst #angst overload #unhappy ending #sad macaque #six eared macaque #guys dont let me write angst #ever again #it'll kill me AND you #tw breakup #tw macaque and y/n bitch slap each other #once #no happy ending we die like men

[lukhei]

i <3 u.

lucas x bottom male reader fluff, angst, slight

smut; best friends to lovers.

you're sitting next to lucas, your best friend. he's been your best friend for three years now. a year ago he took you in because after your parents found out about you liking men they kicked you out. you were still a minor and lucas couldn't help but wanting to help you.

he's a few years older than you and you are at legal age now. you've been attracted to lucas for a while now, but you don't know if he feels the same way. you're too afraid to ask him about it and you hate pondering about it because what if he just doesn't feel the same way, what if he only sees you as his best friend or little brother? you don't want that. you want him more as a best friend; a lover.

a buzz from your phone pulls you out of your pile of thoughts. the screen lights up and you can't help but allow tears to form. “it's been a year since my parents kicked me out,” your voice cracks, lucas' attention drawn to you immediately. he sees as tears fall down your cheeks. he smiles sadly at you, his heart sore. he hates seeing you like this. he gently and carefully takes your phone away from you and places you on his lap, your head resting against his chest as you hold in your cries.

“cry y/n. let it all out, i'm here for you.” his sentence is enough to make you brust into sobs. he rubs your back in comfort as he holds you tightly. “i'm here, i’m here,” he keeps whispering, your grip on his shirt tightening. you eventually fall into a deep peaceful slumber as soft snores erupt from you. he smiles warmly at you. he pecks your forehead and stands up, careful not to wake you as he takes you to his bed and places you down and tucking you in. when you wake up it's dark. you look around to see no lucas, all though he doesn't sleep next to you often due to him wanting to give you all the space that you don't need.

you huff quietly and maneuver your way to the living room where lucas is fast asleep on his large couch. unecessarily large couch may i add. you're careful to not disturb lucas and get under the covers, face to face with lucas. he's shirtless as always. you smile. i'm so inlove with this idoit, you think to yourself. you sigh and allow your eyes to flutter shut. before you drift off to sleep you feel lucas' hand rest on your waist securely. you feel safe, warm and comfortable.

the next morning you wake up with a uncomfortable boner. you groan and sit up. as you fully wake up your eyes widen. “shit.” you mumble. lucas is still next to you, back facing you and seemingly fast asleep. but he isn't. truth is he's wide awake, your boner still vividly in his mind. he woke up before you and saw your boner. in panic he turned around, praying and hoping you'd wake up soon. very soon.

but now that he's thought about it a smirk covers his lips. you're about to get up and take care of it when lucas stops you by gripping your wrist. you look at him with a shocked and an embarrassed expression. “let me help you,” his raspy morning voice isn't helping your friend at all and you gulp, your face becoming more red by the second. “lucas—” you're interuptted by lucas placing you on his lap. your body stiff, hands on his exposed shoulders.

“are you okay with this, baby boy?” he asks you, the sudden nickname sending thrills through your body, excitment and nervousness building up. you want to do this with him, you've had so many scenarios and fantasies about this very moment; but you're afriad that you'll do something wrong and lucas notices your doubt as you lower your gaze. using his thumb he tilts up your chin to look at him. he sends you a reassuring smile. “don't be nervous. i'll guide you, i'll help and i'll be gentle and careful so push all of that doubt away and just relax.” lucas always knows what to say.

lucas watches as your body relax. “good job baby,” he says lowly, his hands slowly going under your shirt, tracing your stomach. your breath hitches, goosebumps eruptting all over your body. “tell me when you want to stop or feel uncomfortable, alright?” you nod in response. lucas leans in and starts kissing your neck. being very sensitive there you moan. embarrassed again you lean in and hide your face into the crook of his neck. lucas chuckles softly as his hands go to your waist.

“y/n, darling, no need to feel embarrassed. your moan is pretty, keep moaning. can you do that for me, sweetheart?” shivers goes down your spine. the nicknames are new to you, exciting and promising. “mhm.” you hum in response. “good boy.” he says. you whimper at the praise. lucas is amused but his confidence rises past the roof. you let out a louder moan when lucas starts to guide your hips on his lap, a groan escaping lucas' lips. your eyes shut as your nails dig into his shoulder's skin. “fuck.” lucas grunts at the action. “do you think you can keep moving your hips like that for me?” he asks you, groaning afterwards. “y-yes,” you stutter, the pleasure being the cuase. you lean back and place your hands behind you as lucas too leans back and places his hands behind him. you move your hips on your own, picking up your pace rapidly, desperate to cum.

your moans become more high pitched, signalling that you're close. “cum baby boy. cum for me,” lucas tells you. you pant as you go quicker. your hips buck and you exhale as you cum in your boxers and you let out a sigh of relief, panting softly. lucas pulls you close. “you did well y/n. round two in the shower?” lucas smirks. you smirk back. “fuck yeah.”

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[sherifftillman]

come along, one and all, to the hawkins fair! a special event held in honor of two thousand of you fine people being here. why not have a look around? we’ve got two wonderful parks for you to peruse, writer’s world and gifset grounds, so take your time, pick an attraction or two and be sure to check out the fireworks show at the end!

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-ˏˋ Writer’s World ˊˎ-

🪞 hall of mirrors: you’re here, you’re there, you’re everywhere! which is the real you? who are these doppelgangers? – send me a description of yourself and i’ll write you a short blurb about what i think your role would be within the stranger things timeline! (+ add a 💕 if you also want to be shipped with someone)

💜 tunnel of love: they can’t stay still. your breath is shallow. awkward laughter as you catch each other’s eye, crammed in a boat with a strangely ominously glowing void ahead of you. – send a character or ship (please specify if the ship is standalone or an x reader polycule! i’ll assume all ships are standalone unless stated otherwise) and i’ll write a romantic blurb. (+ add a 🔥if you want smut)

🎠 carousel: the music fills your ears, the cool metal pole pressing against your warm, flushed cheek as you see your best friend next to you, having the time of their life. – send a character or platonic ship (please specify if standalone or x reader) and i'll write a friendship blurb. *this is the only option where i will also accept members of the party as options, but not directly interactive with the reader UNLESS as a side character/sibling of reader. (e.g. i won't accept dustin x reader but i would include dustin (+ other kids) in a henderson!reader x older teen scenario, or dustin with other canon characters)

🎪 big top: sit back, relax, and enjoy the show! this one’s all about celebrating you, dear audience, so we’ll need volunteers! volunteer yourselves, your friends, your idols. everyone deserves a spotlight! – send a fic you’re proud of! send a fic you love! this totally isn’t a thinly-veiled attempt at me trying to farm fic recs since i’ve slipped so much! it could be a reader insert or a ship. i don't mind any ship (as long as it doesn't include b*lly or j*son), especially rarepairs!

🌀 a portal?!: uh-oh, looks like HNL’s been at it, again. this time, it seems as though they’ve opened a portal through the entire multiverse! people are appearing that look strangely like existing hawkins residents. – send another character that a stranger things actor plays and i’ll write a romantic or platonic blurb for them, too! (+ add a 🔥if you want smut)

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-ˏˋ Gifset Grounds ˊˎ-

🤹 the juggler: that’s right, i’m the juggler, baby! i can juggle almost anything you want, anything at all! i might even toss one your way, get ready for it! – make me choose between any number of things! people, ships, scenes, locations, seasons, etc.

🎈 balloon stall: get your balloons here! we got all the colours here, you want one? two? all?! you got it, kid. – send a character/ship and as many colours as you want to be featured.

🐤 hook a duck: feeling lucky, duck? why not take a chance on one of these rubbery fellas? anything could be under it, anything at all. you won't know unless you try! – send this and i'll have a randomiser decide who i make a gifset for.

🎡 ferris wheel: far above the shrieks of an excitable crowd, the blaring lights, the aromatic mix of sickly sweets, sweat and smoke; a moment of peace. just you, the world beneath you, and a simple song to guide you. – name a character and either choose a song/artist yourself or leave that up to me, and i'll make a lyric gifset for them!

👻 ghost train: what is dead may never die. what lurks within the dark depths of the unknown? truly anything can happen, if you dare to take the leap and open yourself to possibility. – give me an au (literally anything non-canon-compliant) and i'll try and make a gifset about it!

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🎆 fireworks! 🎆

i just wanted to take a moment to thank every one of you. it's been insane how i can once again fall in love with writing, be this close to finishing a majorly hefty writing project, and learn a new skillset that i actually enjoy right from the get-go. being a part of fandom again has me getting out of the house again, going to conventions again, making new friends wherever i go, making plans to go to places i've never been before with those people. i thought that part of my life was behind me. i've never been more proud to be wrong.

all of you have encouraged me in ways i couldn't begin to explain, but the mutuals i'm tagging inspire me with their support and creativity every dang day. i'm so lucky to have these people in my life in any capacity, whether we talk every day or we've never spoken (though if the latter's the case, i'd love to fix that!) 💜

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[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Good day to you Ange!☀️

I can’t get Ettore out of my mind rn thanks to Favours. Even as the fic has completed, I can’t help but imagine how they would go from there.

May I propose a scenario here, what do you think Ettore would feel in the morning after spending the night with OFC in his room and he falls asleep in her arms? Would he make a stink about it and hate himself for “being so vulnerable in front her” deciding never to it again, or would he embrace it?

I am always happy to chat about my stories, and create spin-offs and talk about the what-ifs, even if it's a series that's complete. Never feel hesitant to drop into my asks with your questions and ideas about my writing. I love that!

And I love this idea, so I've decided to write a little drabble for it...

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It's still dark when Ettore opens his eyes. He doesn't remember falling asleep. The ship is still silent, except for the sound of the soft breathing beside him.

Soft breathing beside him.

He turns his head, his sleep addled vision slowly focusing and adjusting to the darkness. Her sleeping form is pressed against him in the tight confines of his small bunk.

They have never fallen asleep together before, they aren't supposed to, the risk of getting caught together is too great. Each of their trysts ends with them hurriedly dressing and then rushing away, afraid of who might see.

He flinches as he rolls towards her. The pain in the juncture between his neck and shoulder brings back the memory from earlier in the evening, when she'd sunk her teeth into the same spot to stifle a moan as he'd fucked her into the mattress.

He has always thought she looks beautiful splayed out and writhing beneath him, but now he decides the sight before him may be even better. She looks so peaceful. He never gets to see her like this. Her hair is fanned out across the pillow, her face is relaxed. She cannot be real. Surely this is an angel that lays beside him.

Reaching out a tentative hand, Ettore strokes the softness of her hair. His fingers move to trace the curve of her jaw, as he studies her face. A gentle thumb strokes across the plushness of her full bottom lip, careful not to disturb the still healing split from where he'd hit her in that same place just a week prior. His heart twinges with guilt as he remembers. He can't ever imagine laying his hands upon her in anger now.

They still haven't kissed. She has been respectful of his wish not to do so. In the beginning it felt too intimate of a gesture. Ettore has never kissed anyone before, but now he wants more than anything to kiss her. He has no idea how to go about it or how to even ask her, but he finds himself imagining how her lips would feel against his.

He is quick to withdraw his hand and drop it back to his side as she wakes up. Her eyes snap wide open in shock as she realises where she is, sitting up with a start.

"Shit!" She hisses. "Have I been asleep long?"

"Everyone's still asleep. It's not morning yet." He says softly, watching her as she scrambles from the bed and begins pulling her scrubs back on.

"Wake me up next time, we could have gotten caught." She whispers, grabbing her shoes before leaving his cell.

He watches her go, then reaches out to stroke the still warm spot on the mattress that she'd previously occupied. The pillow smells like her.

There is a war raging inside of him. One side is thankful to the path in life that has led him to her, the other curses himself for not being a better person and placing himself in a position where they can never really be together.

Ettore is not quite sure when his feelings for her started to change, but he is coming to the dawning realisation that the thoughts of her that occupy his mind are not so dark anymore. There is no desire to capture or to control. A warmth spreads through his chest at the mere sight of her. He feels as though an invisible string pulls him to her and, whatever obstacles they may face, he will always go to her. That terrifies him.

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[winnieiscalmeth]

Hello, can I ask Balalaika x male or gn reader scenario?

Basically, Balalaika is with the reader whom she thought was just an ordinary kind and religious man who loves her for who she is, but one day the reader gets kidnapped by a gang, Balalaika is about to rescue the reader but the reader shows up in front of their doorstep covered in blood, Balalaika begins to question the reader on why are they covered in blood?, how did they escape? and are they injured? The reader just sits on the sofa and tells Balalaika "You have told me your secret it's about time I tell you mine" The reader tells Balalaika about their past about their childhood, how they created a syndicate, how they got the nickname the conquering devil, when they tired of the life their living back then how they found solace and peace in religion and turning a new leaf, how they escape the gang who kidnapped them up to now.

Balalaika x Reader

Мой маленький дьявол= My little devil

Notes: This is a little ooc and highkey cringe but here you go! Might mention a gender so if you see it just ignore.

TW: Substance selling, alcohol abuse, neglect, murder

Proof read: Nope.

"Brought back into hell"

Balalaika never expected to fall in love with someone like you. You were just a nun/monk roaming around the city and She is a mafia boss. But her perspective changed about you after a few hours of no call from you.

Shaking off the nagging feeling, she continued fliping through files on an upcoming assignment she was going to give the Black Lagoon.

"Captain" Boris called out to her. "I've heard some news about Y/n," he said.

"Oh really? I mean, it's nothing new when it comes to them sticking their nose into stuff that's not their busines-"

"They've been kidnapped," Boris interrupted. "A few of our soldiers came back with this after finding it out on the street." He pulled out a bloody neckerchief.

Balalaika froze. Why were you even out at night? Where were the people she hired for you?

Balalaika inhaled before standing up. "Gather up the guards that were supposed to be protecting them and start a search party." Boris nodded and wrapped her coat around her. She turned to walk out the door.

"Should I call for more people?" Boris followed her. Balalaika shook her head.

"No. This shouldn't take long." She twisted the knob on the door and swung it open. When her eyes adjust to the darkness in front of her, a silhouette is shown walking up.

"I was going to call you, but I didn't want my fingerprints on the payphone." The figure spoke. Recognizing the voice, Balalaika looked back at Boris. Boris looked back at her with an equally confused expression. You waved your bloody hand at her. Both of them stood there, confused.

You awkwardly stared back at them. "I'm gonna..go clean up." You walked past them.

"I'll speak to you later, Sargeant. Right now, I need to figure out what the hell happened to Y/n" she said, turning to follow you. By the time she reached your room, you already had some of the bloody clothing off of you. Before you knew it, she was grabbing you and checking to see if you had gotten hurt.

"Are you okay? How did you get out?" She removed her hand from your face and stared at the blood on it. "Whose blood is this?!"

"Calm down!" You grabbed her hand. Balalaika sighed and sat down. Silence filled the room. "I didn't think I was going to be brought back into this life. I even tried to be religious." You laughed at the irony. Balalaika watched your figure slump down into the chair.

"What life?" Her eyebrows furrowed. You sighed.

"Y'know about the 'conquering devil?'" You asked her. She nodded. "That is- was my name."

Balalaika folded her arms. "I had a feeling. But I couldn't convince myself that you were a killer." You rolled your eyes.

"I took offense to that." You two shared a heartwarming laugh before falling back into silence. "My life has never been all sunshine and holiness, though. My dad was an alcoholic, and my mom was never really there. I swore to God that I would never become like him, but sometimes things don't go as planned."

"I started selling cocaine. Just enough for some food and a place to stay. We gathered a small crew, and when we got tired of selling drugs, we went into robbing, then got hired as assassins. We got more popular, and that's where I got my name. Our small crew got bigger with me as their leader. People started to fear us, but then one of our members had to go and fuck it all up by killing the wrong person. "You leaned forward more in your chair." The look in that woman's eyes still appears in my memory. Cleaning her blood off of my carpet was a wake-up call.

"After sleepless nights, I just left. I left everything behind to start a new life. I started going back to church and volunteering for small community get togethers. Then some basterds just had to bring me back into hell. " You put your head into your hand. Balalaika held your hand and listened patiently, just like you did when she opened up about her past. "The dumbasses didn't tighten the rope enough, and I managed not to get shot as I ran out." She looked you up and down.

"It doesn't explain the blood."

"Not mine." You said. Balalaika chuckled and stood up. "Well, Мой маленький дьявол. We should get you cleaned up before it sticks to you." She grabbed your hand and lead you to the bathroom.

"Ooh I see what your doing" You smirked at her. Balalaika had a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"What? You deserve it after what you went through" She squeezed your hand mirroring the same smirk on your face.

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[dreaming-for-an-escape]

I am human and I deserve to be loved

My Heart, My Body, My Soul AU One-Shot. Turned out to be longer than expected but who wants to complain about that? 

Summary: Adrian met Aemond when he was at a young age, and thought nothing of his affections for her at first. She deemed them to be innocent, until they weren’t. If only she noticed sooner, maybe then she wouldn’t be where she was now in the clutch of his hands. Or maybe it wouldn’t have made a difference at all.  

A/N: Here’s another AU. This one possibly the darkest one-shot I’ve written so far. It’s another what if scenario as well. This one’s about Adrian arriving to Westeros years earlier and meeting Aemond at a younger age. Surprise, surprise Aemond still becomes obsessed with her but Adrian thinks he’s just a kid who’s misunderstood. Aemond obviously uses that against over her as the years go by. 

Warnings: 18+ content, so minors DNI. There is a 13 year age gap between Adrian and Aemond in this drabble/one-shot. Nothing happens until Aemond is of age though. Dark Aemond per usual, possessive Aemond, smut, non-con, dub-con…yeah read with caution.  

It wasn’t the sound of the roaring thunder that awoke Adrian from her slumber, but rather the feeling of something soft brushing against her face. She slowly opened her eyes, and because of her blurry vision she only saw the outline of a person before her bed.

Adrian would’ve been more frightened had she not recognized who the small figure in the dark of her room belonged to once the fogginess in her eyes cleared. “Aemond.” She uttered, moving to sit up in her bed, blankets falling onto her lap.

This wouldn't be the first time the ten year old snuck into her room. His presence wasn’t unusual, but what was unusual was how he woke her up. Usually he awoke Adrian from slumber by shaking her shoulder in a gentle way, never by touching her face. She let out an annoyed tired sigh, just as anyone would after having been disturbed from a peaceful sleep.

“It’s the middle of the night. What are you doing here?”

Aemond did his best to appear sheepish. He went on to say the one thing he knew would soften Adrian up. “I had a nightmare.” He murmured, and as he expected her demeanor immediately changed.

Any irritation Adrian felt disappeared, and only concern remained for the ten year old boy. Of course it had been a nightmare that made him seek her out to soothe his fears. What other reason was there? She tried comforting him in the same way his mother would.

“Do you want to tell me about it? Maybe that could help make you feel better.”

“It was about what happened at Driftmark, but I don’t want to talk about it.” Aemond lied, really selling the act of being low-spirited. He reached for one of her hands, and because she believed he suffered from a nightmare she let him hold it without any complaints. Recently for whatever reason she hadn’t been letting him hold her hand as much, and he was starting to get really annoyed by that.  

“Oh, okay.” Adrian mumbled. She became crestfallen when thinking back to the Driftmark incident. The horrific incident in which Aemond lost his left eye to his five year old nephew Lucerys felt like it happened forever ago, but really it had only been a month.

Aemond’s left eye had scarred terribly in his opinion. He often wore an eyepatch now to hide the angry scar during the day. It was only at night that he took off his eyepatch.

Only a few people were allowed to see him without his eyepatch. Adrian was one of those few people. She never looked at his scar with disgust but instead with sadness. Like right now.

“I know I’ve said this before, but I’m so sorry that this happened to you.” Adrian softly said, staring at his extended scar. She gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “You didn’t deserve it.”

No one deserved what happened to them that night, but especially not Aemond. He was the only one of the children to obtain a life changing injury. Aemond had said it was a fair exchange, an eye for a dragon. But to Adrian it was still horrible.  

The twenty-three year old recalled the pain the ten year old had been in when he lost his eye. Not even the milk of the poppy he drank could soothe all of his anguish. It seemed only with her presence was able to calm him down.

That night Aemond refused to not be by her side. He kept her next to him when the maester stitched his injured left eye. Aemond also all but demanded she stay in the same room as him, and no one forbade this. Not even his mother. How could they after seeing him in such a terrible bloody state?

And after having just lost his left eye, Adrian felt like saying no to him would only cause him more agony. So she awkwardly agreed, and stayed by his side but she slept in a chair next to his bed. Not once throughout the night did Aemond let go of hand.

At the moment it was Aemond’s turn to squeeze her hand in return. He finally asked her the question he’d been wanting to ask since he entered her chambers. The real reason for why he went to her. “Can I stay with you? I won't be able to fall asleep alone after the nightmare I had.”

Adrian pulled her hand away, causing the now one-eyed prince to frown.

It wasn’t like he’d never slept in the same bed as her before. Since she mysteriously arrived in Westeros there’d been times where he’d sneak into her room scared, saying he had a nightmare.

Adrian’s nurturing side tended to come out a lot more around Aemond. She thought he was this vulnerable child, one who she felt was misunderstood, and had to unfortunately deal with bullying by his brother and nephews. Though any bullying done to him stopped once he lost his eye. Aemond still presented himself as this vulnerable child who needed coddling, and because of that she always tried helping him.

Sometimes when he came to her room at night in obvious distress she allowed him to stay in her bed, but there were conditions. The first condition was that Aemond had to stay on his side of the bed, and the second condition was that he had to return to his room before the sun was out.

This had never been a problem before but ever since Aemond had lost his eye he’d been extra clingy, and it was starting to get suffocating.

The last time Adrian allowed him to sleep in her bed she hadn’t even been able to move because of how tight Aemond wrapped his arms around her. He should’ve never even had his arms around her to begin with.

That was a condition he broke and she angrily told him so. He apologized when he woke up, giving her a puppy dog look that still worked on her even with only one eye. She faltered in her anger, and ended up forgiving him. But what started off as innocent didn’t feel like it anymore.

“I don’t think so.” Adrian finally told him, shaking her head.  

“Please.” Aemond beseeched. “I’ll leave before dawn approaches.”

Adrian tried being stern with him. “Aemond, no.”

Aemond’s lone eye blinked a few times, making himself tear up. “But…but I’m scared. The thunder…” He made his voice tremble, unable to finish his sentence.

Adrian mistook his tears for genuine ones. The tears on his face and his scar made her think about the pain he must have been in when he lost his eye. A large part of her would forever feel guilty. After all, Aemond did reveal to her that she was one of the main reasons why he claimed Vhagar.

Even with her short amount of time in Westeros, Adrian had already been able to claim a dragon of her own. It wasn’t just any dragon either, but a wild dragon. The infamous Cannibal. Many feared the black as coal dragon who was known to feast on other dragons. However to Adrian he was her sweetface.

Many thought the nickname to be ironic considering how ferocious looking the wild dragon was. But not to Adrian. She looked at the dragon as if he were the most magnificent creature to ever exist.

And having seen Adrian with a dragon of her own only made Aemond more determined to become a dragon rider himself. He desperately wanted to fly alongside her. And they were now able to do so, at the cost of Aemond’s eye.

His look of sadness was getting to Adrian, and a few seconds later she crumpled. She huffed, pushing away dark brown strands of hair from her face. “This is the last time. You can’t be doing this anymore, sneaking into my room in the middle of the night.” She told him in an attempted firm tone to let him know how serious she was. “It’s just not appropriate. We’re family but I need my space, okay?”

Aemond had to slowly breathe through his nose to calm down. He was the quietest for the longest time, with only the sound of thunder filling her chambers. It was only when Adrian said his name that he got a hold of himself. He gave a nod to acknowledge he heard her before he moved to get under the covers with her.

Adrian let him do so but to make sure he was to stay on his side of the bed she put a pillow in between them. She quickly turned back around, missing Aemond’s unhappy expression.

“Goodnight Adrian.” Aemond whispered right as she laid her head back down on her pillow.

Adrian yawned. “Goodnight, Aemond.” She replied, shutting her eyes. It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep.

At some point Adrian woke up again, only this time from having Aemond’s arms wrapped around her body.

The pillow she put between them was no longer there. Aemond was snuggling her in his sleep, his face resting against the back of her neck where unknown to her he’d been smelling her eucalyptus scent.

Adrian tried moving but Aemond’s hold on her made it impossible. She said his name a few times in hopes of waking him up but all that got her was his arms tightening around her. She let out a frustrated sigh. There was a reason why she put a pillow in between them and he completely disregarded it.

Going back to sleep was not possible anymore because of how overwhelmed she felt. No longer did Adrian think she’d be able to handle Aemond’s clinginess by herself. She would need to talk to Alicent about it, and soon because whatever this was couldn’t continue anymore.

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After an awkward conversation with Alicent about the rising issue of Aemond’s unhealthy attachment with Adrian, the older woman agreed that time apart would do Aemond some good.

Therefore in the past week Adrian began spending less time with Aemond. It started off small to not make her distancing from him obvious, but unsurprisingly he eventually caught on. Adrian could tell by each passing day how upset he was getting now that he was no longer attached to her hip.

She decided to just rip the bandaid and be upfront with Aemond, and tell him the news about her soon-to-be departure. Adrian asked Alicent if she could stay while she did this, thinking her being there would make things go smoother.

Alicent concurred, taking a seat across from her.

A serving girl was sent to find Aemond and inform him that Adrian wanted him to meet her in her chambers. He’d been in the training yard practicing his sword skills when he received the message.

Subsequently, Aemond promptly dropped his training sword. He did not care about the disapproving look Ser Criston threw at him, or the annoyed look Aegon gave him after stepping on his foot when running passed him.

All Aemond cared about was getting to Adrian as fast as possible. The bright smile on his face instantly vanished once he entered her chambers. To his disappointment Adrian wasn’t alone as he thought she’d be. His dutiful mother sat across from Adrian in the center where a lavish set of couches were.

“Mother.” Aemond addressed her, shifting his eye toward Adrian. There was a puzzled expression on his freckled face. “Adrian, what is going on?” He could sense something in the air, something of grave concern and it made him feel nervous all of a sudden.

Adrian tried smiling to make things less tense for him. “Aemond, I asked for you to come here because there’s something I need to tell you.” She shared a brief look with Alicent, gesturing Aemond over to her. “Please, take a seat.”

Alicent moved down a bit to make room for Aemond to sit but he instead took a seat next to Adrian. She frowned, and when she looked at Adrian she saw her do the same.

Adrian cleared her face before Aemond could see. She scooted to put room between them. “I know you’ve noticed that I’ve been spending less time with you.”

Aemond kissed his teeth, feeling a spark of annoyance at the mere mention of her putting distance between them. Every time he’d want to spend time together in these last few days she’d come up with some excuse, practically running from him. “Yes, I have noticed.”

Her absence had been tiresome, and he couldn’t stand it anymore. Hence why he was happy to hear she wanted to see him. But now Aemond was more puzzled than happy.

“Well, it’s because I thought we needed time apart.” Adrian admitted to him. “You were practically with me all the time, it was starting to feel odd. You're ten, you should be doing things that you like.”

Aemond frowned, feeling an ache in his heart. “But I already do the things that I like with you.”

“You know what I mean.” Adrian softly sighed.

Aemond then narrowed his eye, his expression hardening. “So that’s why you asked me to come here? To tell me you still won’t spend time with me?”

Adrian was gentle with her words. If she wasn’t careful she knew she could deeply hurt him, and the last thing she wanted was to hurt Aemond. This had to be said though. “Actually, I wanted to tell you I’m going to be leaving King’s Landing for a while.”

Aemond felt as if he’d just awoken from an actual nightmare. Nightmares were very rare for him, and the few ones he did have it was always of him falling from somewhere. He usually awoke frightened with his head dizzy, heart pounding. That was exactly how he felt at the moment.

“You’re leaving?” He questioned, his remaining indigo eye widening. Did she somehow figure out a way to return back to her world?

Adrian nodded her head. “Yes, I’m going to Dorne.”

“Because you want to be far away from me?” Aemond questioned a bit louder, not caring about his apparent sulking. Even though he was relieved she wasn’t going back to her world, Dorne was still too far away for him.

The dark haired woman was quick with her response after hearing his growing distress. She needed him to remain calm. “No, it’s because I have family there.” She reassured him. Her going to Dorne wasn’t solely because she wanted to put space between them.  

Unknown to the young prince, Adrian had been secretly exchanging letters with Prince Qoren Martell for the past month. According to him, all her family from her grandmother Aurelia's side in Dorne were very eager to meet her.

In Qoren’s letter he stated that his oldest daughter Aliandra, who was a few years younger than Aemond, was very curious about her. And honestly Adrian was also very curious about the rest of her family in Dorne.

“But you have family here.” Aemond argued briskly. “I’m your family.”

“Yes you are, but I haven’t met my grandmother’s side of the family. I really want to meet them.” Adrian tried giving him a smile. “I’ll come back.”

“When?” Aemond inquired, his chest feeling exponentially heavy.

Adrian swallowed, her smile fading. “I’m not sure when exactly, but I will.”

“This is for the best, Aemond.” Alicent solemnly added into the conversation. She’d been silent up until now, closely watching her son's behavior with Adrian. It definitely fed into the worry that recently emerged.

Alicent wasn’t unmindful. She was aware about her second oldest son’s fondness for Adrian. However there was no disquietude since Alicent only saw how happy he was. Aemond smiled and laughed around Adrian more than he ever did with her or anyone else in their family.

It was a wonder to Alicent, and she often thanked the Gods for Adrian. Aemond’s demeanor changed partially as a result of Adrian’s enigmatic arrival in King’s Landing. She’d been the reason Aemond broke out of that tough shell of his.

And she thought it was sweet the way Aemond began tagging along Adrian’s side, even more so than with Aegon and Helaena. Alicent even thought if Daeron had stayed in King's Landing instead of going to Oldtown he too would’ve taken a liking to Adrian.

But then Adrian shared her worries with Alicent about Aemond’s growing attachment to her. About Aemond's lack of boundaries in regards to whenever he had nightmares and would go to Adrian’s chambers in the middle of the night. Adrian thought it was starting to get out of control and that something had to be done.

Adrian needed Alicent’s support, and thankfully she got it after she said her piece. The older woman thought time apart would do Aemond some good. It was evident though that he did not think so.

Aemond abruptly stood up, startling both women. “No. I won’t allow it.” He looked at Adrian, shaking his head. His indigo eye glinted. “You can’t leave me.”

Adrian let out another sigh as she got up. “Aemond, you sweet boy…” She gasped, jumping in place when Aemond cut her off with his yelling.

“Stop calling me that! I’m not a boy! And you can’t leave! You’re mine!”

The nickname of sweet boy made Aemond see red everytime Adrian called him so. Initially he did not mind but soon enough that changed when he realized it meant she’d only see him as a boy.

The whole room went silent from his outburst. Alicent stared at her son in shock and Adrian looked at him in total disbelief. “What?” She murmured her question, thrown off not necessarily by his yelling but rather what was said.

“Aemond.” Alicent admonished him, her honey brown eyes wide because of his untypical behavior. She expected this sort of appalling behavior from Aegon but never from Aemond who was the most poised of her children.

Aemond paid his mother no mind, acting as if she were no longer there. “You heard me.” He stared up at Adrian with his lone indigo eye, utterly frantic. “You're mine.”

The disbelief Adrian originally felt turned into indignation. Her dark brown eyes hardened. “I am not a toy Aemond.” She scolded him. His possessiveness over her was unacceptable, and she was quick to let him know that. “I am a human being and I deserve to be treated with respect.”

Aemond’s anger deflated in some measure. He did treat Adrian with respect, he’d always done so. But he was deeply hurt to hear her speak about leaving King’s Landing, of leaving him.

Didn’t Adrian care about being with him? Why was she eager to leave? So she can be with people from her grandmother’s side? They were her family but she already had family in King’s Landing. She didn't need them when she already had him.

“Then tell me you won’t leave.” Aemond childishly demanded.

Adrian did not backpedal, not even when Aemond gave her the puppy dog look that usually crumbled her resolve. She remained stern. “I’m leaving and that’s final.”

The sad look Aemond tried using on her morphed into an angry one. It was the angriest Adrian and Alicent had ever seen him.

“You’re not!” The one-eyed prince told Adrian in a frenetic manner. He then proceeded to flip the refectory table that was in between the couches, severely startling both women.

The flower vase resting on the table broke once hitting the ground. There was now water on the floor, along with pieces of the vase and blue irises Adrian picked out earlier in the gardens with Helaena.

Alicent was absolutely flabbergasted by what Aemond had done. Her ten year old son flipped the heavy refectory table made of mahogany as if it weighed nothing. Adrian was so astounded she became speechless, her eyes wide in alarm.

It was Alicent who broke from shock first. “Aemond, that is enough.” She tried saying in a firm voice to gain control of the situation, but it did no such thing.

“No!” Aemond shouted, and reacted immediately when Adrian took a step back from him. He leaped forward, kneeling to wrap his arms around her midsection.

Adrian stumbled, almost falling to the ground. Aemond’s face pressed against her stomach, hugging her to the point where it hurt and she was struggling to breathe. She tried pushing him off but it was as if he’d glued himself to her. She found her voice again through the panic and exasperation.

“Aemond, stop it! Get off!”

Aemond didn’t listen, his hold only tightened. It was if he were trying to become one with her with the way he was painfully hugging her.  

“Aemond!” Alicent called out in horror, coming to Adrian’s aid.

The older woman had frozen from where she sat, in denial about her son’s behavior. She told herself this all must’ve been a terrible dream because Aemond wasn’t like this. He didn’t flip tables and refused to let go of people. That was unbecoming of him.

However after picking at her fingernails enough to draw some blood, Alicent faced the horrible truth that she indeed was wide awake.

It was a struggle but with Alicent’s help Adrian was able to get Aemond off her. Before being pulled too far apart, Aemond harshly pulled on Adrian’s necklace, snapping it off her neck.

Adrian touched her bare neck, her breathing returning to normal at the lack of his painful squeezing. “Aemond, please give it back.” She implored, sticking her hand out toward him.

Aemond wriggled in his mother’s arms until he was out of them. He shoved his mother’s hand when she tried reaching for the necklace. He was too inflamed, his emotions getting the worst of him.

The one-eyed prince didn’t pay any attention to his mother’s hurt look or the way Adrian was pleading with him over the necklace. All he could focus on was his anger and in a moment of fury he threw the necklace to the ground.

“No, don't!” Adrian attempted to stop him but it was too late. She could only watch with misty eyes as the ruby gemstone inside the pendant broke. The necklace that once belonged to her grandmother was now ruined.

The piece of jewelry was the only item Adrian had to connect with why she was even in Westeros. She’d been planning on figuring out more about the necklace perhaps thinking it was the key to her way home. But now the supposed key was broken, as were any chances of returning home. If there were any chances to begin with. Still, she was overwrought.

Adrian picked up the broken pieces of the ruby gemstone. She stared at Aemond, downright dispirited. “How could you do this?”  

Aemond gulped, his anger diminishing to be replaced with guilt he wished would disappear. She looked at him as if he’d betrayed her. Except he wasn’t the one doing the betraying here.

“How could you ever want to leave me?” Aemond retorted, voice cracking from the emotional distress. Perhaps breaking her grandmother’s necklace had been a bridge too far, as was the embrace but he was only trying to make Adrian understand that she was hurting him by saying she was leaving.  

Adrian shook her head, exasperation presently written all over her face. “Aemond, your dreadful behavior has only proven to me that leaving is the right choice. ”

Aemond wanted to disagree, he wanted to wrap his arms tightly around Adrian until she changed her mind, but he was flooded with dejection. The walls started to feel as if they were closing in on him, and his eyes were welling up with tears. He was close to breaking down, and not out of anger this time. He felt a single tear go down his face before he turned around and promptly ran out of Adrian’s chambers. Her wounding words and disappointed face was all he could see.  

Adrian opened her mouth to call his name but quickly shut it. She silently watched him bolt, dismayed. She switched her gaze onto Alicent at the sound of her sighing loudly. The Queen rubbed at her temples as if she had the world's worst headache. The twenty-three year old wished she still had Advil to give her some but unfortunately she already ran out.

Alicent’s honey brown eyes flickered over to her. She was still quite shaken up from everything that happened. “Perhaps it is best that Aemond is not there when you take off.” She solemnly said, and although she never said it aloud her stare offered many apologies to Adrian.

“I think that’s best too.” Adrian forced out, holding back tears. It wasn’t until Alicent excused herself that Adrian began to cry alone in her room.

Even though she’d agreed with Alicent that Aemond not being there when she left was for the best, a part of her was still hurt by his absence. In front of the others she kept composure, only shedding tears once in the sky with Cannibal.

About a week after Adrian’s safe arrival to Dorne did she receive letters by raven from King’s Landing. Everyone she’d gotten along with in King’s Landing wrote to her, even Aegon had sent her something.

Everyone except for Aemond.

Adrian would not receive a letter from him during her stay in Dorne. She wouldn’t even see Aemond for the longest time, and when she finally did things would end abysmally for her.

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Nine years Later

Dorne, Sunspear to be precise, became a second home to Adrian. She was originally only there to visit for a while, but plans quickly changed once she arrived and met the descendants of her grandmother’s. Her descendants too, technically.

When Adrian met her family from her biological grandfather’s side it had been a very strange experience at first. She didn’t feel this same strangeness when meeting her family from her grandmother’s side. Adrian automatically felt comfortable with them in Sunspear, never once having her doubts.

Although Adrian greatly missed her family back in the modern world, she’d come to love the capitol of Dorne. It wasn’t her real home but it was the closest she was ever going to get to a home while in Westeros.

Being in Sunspear lessened the sorrow of being away from her loved ones. She never felt this way when she’d been in King’s Landing. Even with its grand size the castle felt frowzy, and not at all liberating as Dorne. Adrian actually felt the sun on her, unlike in King’s Landing.  

And so for nine long years she lived contentedly with her grandmother’s side of the family. Until one day her contentment was suddenly disturbed by virtue of a letter from the place she left nine years ago.

“So it is true. You really are going.”

Adrian’s packing came to a standstill. Her dark brown eyes landed on Aliandra Martell, the oldest daughter of Prince Qoren Martell. Aliandra and her siblings sadly lost their mother at very young ages, and because of that they each became close with Adrian.

The soon to be fourteen year old girl became like a younger sister to Adrian. She could never replace her real sister, but being around Aliandra certainly helped minimize the pain of missing Julieta. Many years have passed and Adrian remained curious about what her younger sister was up to in the modern world.  

To not let the ache in her heart get to her mood down, Adrian focused on Aliandra. It didn’t help that she wasn’t her usual playful self. Adrian knew it was because of what Aliandra’s father told her. She hadn’t even bothered to knock on the door, not that she ever did and not that it actually bothered Adrian.

The thirty-two year old woman got used to Aliandra abruptly entering her room over the years. At least Aliandra knew when to and when not to enter her room. Adrian never worried about random middle of the night visits by her.

“King Viserys has requested my presence. I’ll only be gone for a fortnight.” Adrian informed the adolescent. In the letter she received it was written that King Viserys requested she come back to court for a visit. Apparently he and everyone else missed her dearly, and that it had been far too long since they were graced with her presence. Nine years too long to be exact.

Aliandra walked over to the chaise and sat down with an exaggerated huff. “And why am I barely being told about this?”

Adrian took a seat next to her with a small smile. “Relax.” She pacified her annoyance with a soft tone. She was aware how much Aliandra disliked being excluded and the last to know about things. Aliandra always wanted to be included in the loop and Adrian tried to do just that.

“Coryanne and Qyle still don’t know that I’m going to leave. Your father told me he would tell them today around super time.”

Aliandra huffed out a laugh, already imagining the unhappy looks of her younger siblings. “They will not be happy either to hear about you going away.”

The older woman’s smile wavered at her sigh. “I figured as much. I remember how devastated Coryanne looked the last time I left for Starfall.”

Coryanne, the middle child, was the most sensitive at the age of twelve. Qyle, who was only a year younger than Coryanne, wasn’t that much different. However Coryanne always appeared the saddest whenever Adrian left Sunspear. Even if she were going somewhere as close as Starfall. At least her sadness never turned into a full blown temper tantrum.

Adrian was well known in Starfall having been there a good amount of times over the years. Each time she visited had been enjoyable for her. She’d come to meet some very interesting people along the way, forming close platonic and intimate relationships.

Her relationship with Osvaldo Dayne stood out from the rest. Just thinking about him had her swooning almost. Her blissful thoughts of chestnut brown hair and blue eyes were interrupted when she heard Aliandra talk, bringing her back to the topic of conversation.  

“And you were gone only for a few days.”

How fun those few days were.

Adrian cleared her throat, pushing aside images of a certain handsome man. “Coryanne will be fine. She’ll have you, Qyle, and your father.” She gave her an earnest look. “You’ll be fine as well.”

Aliandra's first instinct was to say something along the lines that just because she would be fine without her didn’t mean she wouldn’t miss her.

Instead she forced herself to look down at her nails, suddenly wishing Adrian still had the stuff she called nail polish. After a bit of silence and more time to gain composure, Aliandra directed her gaze onto Adrian again, face inquisitive.

“How do you feel about going back to King’s Landing?”

Truthfully, Adrian was a big ball of uncertainty. The last time she’d been in King’s Landing was years ago, and she hadn’t left on the best of terms with Alicent’s second oldest son. But so much time had passed, surely Aemond changed for the better.

The nerves she felt did nothing to take away her curiosity either. She wanted to see how everyone was doing, especially Helaena. Aside from Aemond, it was Helaena who Adrian spent the most time with. Mainly in the gardens, where Helaena talked about bugs and happily showed Adrian her collection.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been there.” Adrian began telling Aliandra. “So I can’t help but feel nervous.”

“You shouldn’t be. You’re going to arrive with your dragon.” Aliandra fired back with a huge grin. “Cannibal is the most ferocious dragon to exist.”

Even though it’s been years, Adrian hadn’t forgotten about the dragons that resided in King’s Landing, just as she hadn’t forgotten its people. “Some may argue and say Vhagar is the most ferocious.”

“She’s just the largest.” Aliandra corrected as if that were nothing, pursuing her lips. “But she’s nothing like Cannibal.”

Adrian fixed the teenager with an amused look. “You haven’t even seen Vhagar.” The only dragon Aliandra and her siblings had seen and been close to was Cannibal. Adrian’s sweetface of a dragon who many feared.

For how ferocious Cannibal was, he’d never once attacked anyone in Dorne. The Dornish people knew better than to approach him without Adrian there, and those who did were family members of Adrian. All Cannibal ever did was growl and stare them down with those intimidating emerald eyes of his.

Aliandra simply shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t need to. I already know Cannibal is better.”  

“Well, I’ll tell him you said so when I go on dragonback.”

Aliandra laughed merrily along with Adrian before turning serious. “Promise you’ll return before my nameday.”

“As if I’d miss your fourteenth nameday.” Adrian replied in a warm manner. “I promise I’ll come back in time, and I’ll return with a special gift too.”

Her response was enough to get a smile out of Aliandra. “I can’t wait.”

Adrian then resumed packing her trunk with Aliandra now lending a hand. Afterwards they went to the watergardens, wanting to relax in the water while the sun began to set.

As Aliandra and her talked animatedly to each other, she thought about what to get Aliandra for her nameday. Aliandra was really looking forward to her nameday celebration, so Adrian wanted to get the perfect gift for her.

Unbeknownst to the thirty-two year old, she would not make it back for Aliandra’s nameday. Adrian wouldn’t make it back to Dorne at all.

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It was strange being back in King’s Landing. Adrian felt like a fish out of water, identical to how she felt nine years ago when she wandered the castle’s corridors. Her welcome to court hadn’t been cold but she got the chills when exchanging greetings.

These chills down Adrian’s spine were caused from the intense staring done by the boy she used to coddle. Aemond Targaryen was no longer a ten year old boy anymore, though. He was now a young man of nineteen, who changed significantly in his appearance.

Once upon a time, Adrian had been taller than him. Now it was Aemond who towered over her. The freckles she found adorable on his cheeks faded over the years, and his hair grew to be long and luxurious. His features were vastly striking; almost as if he walked right out of a classical painting.

Although he’d grown to be a beautiful young man, he was still way younger than her. Adrian couldn’t help but only see him as a boy. The same boy who used to crave her kind words after being bullied by his older brother and nephews, who liked hearing her read to him, and who would play Cyvasse with her after teaching her how to play.  

The good memories from the past did not comfort Adrian now with the way Aemond stared at her using his remaining eye. It was unnerving to say the least, but it wasn’t the only unnerving thing to come about this visit.

What unnerved Adrian, what shocked her more was learning about the King’s Viserys health. She suspected something was not right when Viserys did not greet her with the others.

Alicent had been the one to escort Adrian to his private royal chambers. It was there she saw Viserys’ sickly form in bed, appearing more dead than alive. Adrian’s reaction hadn’t been a good one and Alicent took action, quickly explaining that his health had been declining over the years.

Only recently the King gained enough strength to order a letter be written and sent to Adrian. Now Viserys was again weak, his breathing slow and wheezing a common occurrence.

When Viserys finally opened his remaining eye it took him a moment before he finally recognized her. Adrian almost burst into tears when he uttered her name, his lips trying to smile but struggled to do so. She hated seeing him like this, a mere shell of the man she’d known when she unexpectedly arrived in Westeros.

Adrian just about lost it during the dinner Viserys planned for her. Seeing Viserys strain himself was harrowing but for his sake she did her best to make it seem like she was having a swell time.  

However, sitting next to Aemond’s right side didn’t help, and it only made her heart beat rapidly. Adrian felt his eye on her as she ate, or rather as she tried to eat. His intense staring affected her appetite.

Adrian avoided looking his way, letting her eyes wander around the table. Even willing to stare at Otto with his grim expression.  

Thankfully Alicent was good at making conversation. Helaena joined in every now and then with her questions or compliments toward Adrian. Even Aegon participated, though his way of participating was more lackadaisical.  

Other than in his appearance, Aegon hadn’t changed much these last nine years. Except he did drink more than what she remembered, and that was saying something because she recalled finding him passed out drunk several times when he’d been only a teenager.

Adrian somewhat found it amusing when Aegon randomly pulled out the sunglasses she left behind for him during dinner. He put on the sunglasses, only for them to be taken off him by his mother with a glare.

Alas the smidge of lightheartedness dissipated when King Viserys wasn’t able to withhold his pain anymore. He was carried back to his chambers not long after the second course was served.

The King not present at the table made it harder for Adrian to keep up this ‘I’m having so much fun’ act. She dropped it entirely, no longer able to stand giving out a forced bright smile and being under the watchful eye of Aemond.

So Adrian made her own leave, not even bothering with dessert. Alicent thought her excuse was because she was tired from traveling, and so Adrian let her think that.

Adrian left in such a hurry she failed to notice the indigo eye watching her retreating figure.

King's Landing brought the thirty-two year old the same amount of comfort it did at the age of twenty-three. She missed Dorne in the same way she ached for her home in the modern world.

She was in King’s Landing, and would be for the next two weeks. It was a depressing realization for Adrian that she was already grieving a King she knew would be gone soon.  

When Adrian arrived at her temporary room she politely asked the serving girls that were there for a bath to be drawn. She thought maybe a warm bath would make her feel better.

It didn’t really but the water being warm as the sun in Dorne was greatly appreciated.  

After changing into her nightgown, Adrian waited until her hair was damp to start brushing it. Once hair tangled free she got up from the vanity table, her eyes scrutinizing her surroundings. The temporary room given to her was actually her old room from when she lived in King’s Landing.

Now that Adrian had enough time to look around she noticed something weird. It didn’t click before because she’d been away for so long, but when it did click it she furrowed her eyebrows. Everything in this room—her old room —was exactly the same as she left it with the exception of the fresh bed covers and the table in between the couches in the center of the room.

The original refectory table made of mahogany had been damaged.

“I did my best to keep everything the same since you left.”

Adrian gasped, jumping slightly. She turned around, an indescribable feeling bloomed in her stomach at the sight of Aemond standing a few feet away from her.

“Aemond, you startled me. What are you doing here?”

Adrian was tremendously befuddled. When did Aemond enter her room? And how did she not hear him make his way inside? A light bulb went off in her head remembering an important detail. Had he used the secret tunnels like he’d done in the past?

As she asked herself these questions, the one-eyed prince admired her figure in the marigold nightgown she wore. The thin nightgown made of silk was specifically for the Dornish climate. Yet she wore it here in King’s Landing.

His mother would have slapped him if she were here, seeing him lust after Adrian in her nightgown, no matter how revealing. Adrian looked so divine, and her age did not wane his feelings for her. He only saw the naturalness of her beauty.    

Aemond thought Adrian’s legs to be her most attractive feature, but there was no denying her breasts were a work of art. If he focused his eye hard enough he’d be able to see her nipples. A pleasing sight he believed was only ever meant for him.

His mood however soured at the thought of another man seeing Adrian wearing anything like this when she’d been in Dorne. If there’d been a man, and Aemond ever found out who precisely, he would show him no mercy. He would happily gouge the ignoramus’ eyes out and feed the rest of him to Vhagar.

“I wanted to make sure you were alright.” Aemond answered Adrian, thoughts of killing any romantic rivals halted as his gaze swallowed her comeliness. “You left dinner rather perturbed.”

Adrian felt the weight of his stare much like before. The difference this time was that she couldn’t focus on anyone else since it was just the two of them. A part of Adrian felt nervous around him, but then another part of her felt silly. This was Aemond, the boy she used to look out for, similar to that of a mother with their child.

The happy memories made Adrian keep things civil between them. “I’m fine, Aemond. I’m just tired.” She excused with a small smile thrown his way. “It’s been a long day.”

“I’m relieved to hear that.” Aemond said, his gaze on her plump lips before staring into dark brown eyes. “I was worried my father’s well-being frightened you.”

“Frightened? No, of course not.” Adrian shook her head, becoming crestfallen. “Seeing him so sick took me by surprise though. I didn’t expect it to be that bad.” Despite remembering Viserys having already been in bad shape when she left nine years ago, Adrian never expected his state to be worse ten times over.  

“My father’s health has been dwindling ever since I can remember.” Aemond mentioned evenly, and if there was any heartache about his father approaching death’s door he did a good job in hiding it. “The best we can do is to make him as comfortable as possible.”

Adrian frowned, thinking back to the past. Aemond sounded everybit as clinical when talking about Viserys. As a child he hadn’t been the closest to his father, none of Viserys' children by Alicent were if she was being honest.

But Adrian noticed that Aemond in particular never looked at his father with hatred, not even after the Driftmark incident. Aemond’s stare only showed indifference. Which she believed to be much worse.

When Adrian left King’s Landing she hoped that the relationship between Aemond and his father would have improved, but evidently it did not. This only meant Aemond was over trying to rebuild anything with his father, and had been over it for sometime.

As shitty as a father Viserys may have been, losing a parent was not a smooth sailing. Adrian wanted to tell him this but he briskly changed the subject during the melancholic moment she'd been having.

“So what do you think of your chambers?”

Adrian needed another moment to gather her bearings. She looked around in her room, furrowing her eyebrows like before. “You really did keep everything the same way…” The older woman drawled, uneasiness trying to creep into her stomach. She tried ignoring the feeling, thinking it to be needless.

“Yes.” Aemond nodded his head, taking silent steps to get closer to her when she’d turn her back to him.

The one-eyed prince had made it his mission these last nine years to make sure her chambers stayed the same, aside from the new table and fresh set of covers that were brought in earlier today. But those who dared taking or even moving a single item in Adrian’s chambers dealt with his wrath as consequences.

Adrian’s breath hitched, startled to find Aemond standing right in front of her. He once again snuck up on her, much to her chagrin. There’d been a time where she needed to stare down when addressing him, now she needed to crane her head up a bit.

His fingers suddenly brushing against her hand brought Adrian out of her cloud of annoyance. She moved back a bit, his close proximity proving to be overwhelming.

“Thank you for checking up on me, but you should go now.”

“Why?” Aemond remained where he stood. He tilted his head at her. “I’ve only arrived, and we haven’t spoken as much since you’ve returned.”

Adrian no longer believed the nervous feeling she got in her stomach was not without reason. “It’s getting late.”

“And?” Aemond’s indigo eye gleamed. “I seem to remember coming to you in the middle of the night quite often.”

Adrian rubbed her arms, growing more uncomfortable as the seconds went by. “Yes but I also remember telling you how inappropriate that became. Just how this feels inappropriate.”

It hadn’t clicked at first because she never worried about what she wore in front of Aemond, even to sleep. Things had changed though in these last nine years, and she wanted him out of her personal space now more than ever.

“I don’t think it’s inappropriate.”

Aemond's reply only made her feel uneasier as he said it with nonchalance. The thirty-two year old was not only nervous, but her patience was wearing thin. “Fine, agree to disagree. Please just leave.”

Aemond slowly exhaled, looking down at her through the lashes of his right eye. “Hmm…no.”

Adrian shook her head, utterly done with him. She opened her mouth to call for the guard outside her room but what Aemond said next made her shut her mouth.

“You can try calling for your guard but he won’t come.”

Adrian gulped, heart racing. “Why do you say that?”

A ghost of a smile appeared on Aemond’s angular face. “Because when a prince tells someone, even a knight of the Kingsguard, to go elsewhere they listen. If an order doesn't do it, then a bit of gold helps.”

“You bribed my guard?” Adrian questioned with a deep, troubled frown. The knight assigned to guard her was not Ser Harrold or either of the Cargyll twins. It was a knight she did not recognize but she nonetheless trusted he would protect her. That was his duty, to protect. Therefore it was disheartening to hear all it took for him to leave his post was a bit of gold.

Aemond’s confirmation was without any ounce of shame. “Yes I did.”

Adrian couldn’t listen to this anymore, couldn’t be in the same room as him. She moved past Aemond to get her robe before making her exit. Unfortunately Aemond was faster than her, and when he turned her around to face him she ended up dropping her robe.

The older woman tried shaking him off her but it was no use. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. “Why are you really here Aemond?” Although she was agitated she refused to let him see how he was affecting her.

“I’ve missed you.” Aemond softly admitted, now holding onto her hands. “Nine years I’ve been without you. Do you have any idea how painful it’s been?”

Even with the trepidation he caused, Adrian had enough attitude to sass him. “Really? I had no idea you missed me. In those nine years you never wrote to me. I wrote to you a few times and never once did I get a letter back from you.”

Aemond let out a heartfelt sigh. “I did write to you, I just couldn’t send them.” He squeezed her hands, ignoring her frown. “I wanted you, and sending letters wouldn’t have done any good. I wanted the real thing.” An actual smile appeared on his face. “And now you’re here. It took some time but I was finally able to get you here.”

“What did you just say?” Adrian whispered, dread filling her bones.  

“It only took a few whispers in my father’s ear but it finally stuck.” Aemond disclosed what he did to his dark haired beauty.

The older woman was shocked, frozen in place with him holding onto her hands. “You planned for this? For me to come to King’s Landing?” With wide eyes she watched him nod his head.

“Yes.”

“But…why?” Adrian nervously asked.

Aemond gave her hands another squeeze before moving to caress her cheeks. They felt warm under his touch. “Do you love me?”

That was a forward question, and Adrian hadn’t been expecting it. However it did get her out of the daze she was in. She took a step back from Aemond, his hands falling from her face and to his sides. Her stomach churned as she thought over his question.  

Of course she loved him, just not in the way she was now suspecting he loved her. When did these feelings for her start to develop? Or had they always been there? Her unease amplified at the last question. If that was true it explained his terrible temper tantrum from nine years ago, and that made her feel ill for a number of reasons.

“You know that I do but we’re family. I’ll never see you as anything but a boy.” Adrian truthfully said, rejecting him without being cruel. “Even now, I’m thirty-two and you’re nineteen.”

Aemond reacted negatively by clenching his jaw. “I’m no longer a mere boy.” He declared at full height, looking down at her with his indigo eye. “I am a man now.”

His intense stare did not stop Adrian from correcting him. “You’re a young man.”

“That does not make me any less of a man.” Aemond stubbornly retorted.

Like him, Adrian was obstinate with her reply. “Maybe not, but you’re still younger than me.”

Aemond hummed, invigorating determination seeped into his sharp features. “I'm old enough to do this.” He gave her little chance to stop him from doing the thing he’d been wanting to do for years.

The one-eyed prince kissed her with everything he felt for her. One of his hands found her damp hair, the other found her waist. Despite her protests he pressed her front against his, elated at the feeling of her breasts as he continued kissing her.

Adrian’s plump lips were indeed soft, just as Aemond dreamed they’d be. He groaned into her mouth, his tongue barely tracing her own before she was able to gather enough strength to push him off her.

“What the hell was that?!” Adrian sputtered, aghast from being kissed so abruptly by the person who she’d known since he was a kid. By a family member of hers no less. It was a distressing situation, to put it mildly.  

“That was a kiss, the first of many between us.” Aemond simply told her, trying to press his lips against hers again. The kiss to him had been phenomenal and he wanted more now that he knew what it was like to kiss her.

Before he planted another kiss, Adrian stopped him in time by putting a hand to his sturdy chest. “Aemond stop this.” She desperately tried reasoning with him. “I will never see you in that way.”

Her declaration didn’t dissuade Aemond. He was so lost in his love for her he failed to see her side of things. “You will. Or perhaps you already have and you are in denial.”

Adrian scoffed at his absurdity. “In denial?”

Aemond moved forward and watched with a frown as she backed away from him. “You’re afraid of your feelings for me but you don’t need to be.”

Yes, Adrian was afraid but not for the reason he thought. She steadied her expression, maintaining her distance from him. “That is not the reason. I just don’t want to be with you.” She bluntly said in hopes he’d get it through his thick skull.  

Aemond refused to believe that. There had to be a reason, and once he knew what was stopping her from being with him he would swoop in with a remedy. “No, there’s a reason. Pray tell, what is your reasoning then? Other than our age difference because I don’t care about that.”

“We’re related!” Adrian fired back.

Aemond raised a perfect brow. “Is that supposed to discourage me?”

Well, it sure discouraged her.

A disturbing fact Adrian had come to learn was that the Targaryens were known to marry within the family. Despite being half Targaryen through her biological grandfather—who unfortunately was Maegor—Adrian did not participate in that custom. She didn’t even want to get married, hence why she kept any intimate relationships she’d made since living in Dorne on the casual side.

Even with Osvaldo, who she’d become quite close to romantically and intimately, she did not want to marry. Adrian still believed she would one day return home, and marrying someone with this being a possibility didn’t seem fair to them. Osvaldo respected her choice the moment she told him, only making her like the Dayne man more.

“It’s not as if there’s another in your life.” Aemond went on to say as a jest but the way her eyes lowered instantly felt like a punch to the gut. “Is there someone else?” He was basically foaming at the mouth, his pupil widely blown. “You dare let another man touch what is mine?”

Adrian exploded from anger. She was taken back to the past, to a somewhat similar scenario. And like then she hated being viewed as an object to be owned. “I am not yours!” How could he even say that?

What was that saying she heard before? Every time a new Targaryen is born, the gods toss the coin in the air and the world holds its breath to see how it will land. Perhaps he’d finally gone mad. Regardless whether Aemond was really mad or not, she wasn’t about to be treated this way by him.

“And it’s none of your business who I’ve been with.” Adrian heatedly finished saying to him.

Aemond stared down at her, his nostrils flaring. “Of course it’s my business.” He hated hearing that she’d been touched by another. She should have stayed in King’s Landing, everything would’ve been done his way…the right way.

Alas he couldn’t change what had already happened. His features wiped away any anger from showing. He’d learned from last time that letting his anger get the best of him would do him no good. No, this time he would do things differently.

This time Aemond would get to Adrian another way. A way he’d been reading about and even went through an unpleasant encounter just for her. It was with this way that he’d also convince her that he was the better option.

After this any thoughts of returning to Dorne, and reuniting with whatever lover she had there would be forgotten about. Only he would go to Dorne once he learned the name of the man who dared touch her. Whoever he was, his days were numbered. But he’d focus on that later. Right now he needed to concentrate on his love.  

Aemond rushed forward to where Adrian stood before slipping down to his knees.

Adrian stared down at him with wide startled eyes. “What are you doing? Stop it, get off your knees.”

“I’ll show you.” Aemond proclaimed vehemently, bunching up her nightgown to her waist. Her pushes to his shoulders did absolutely nothing to him. “I’ll show you how much better I am.”

Before she could utter another protest, Aemond pushed aside her smallclothes to bury his face between her legs. Her nightgown fell down, hiding him from view.  

Aemond would finally put all those erotic tomes he’d read and his unpleasant encounter at the Street of Silk to good use. He’d been waiting for the perfect moment with Adrian, and after nine years this was it.

Adrian's attempts to push him off became languish. She gasped at the feel of his tongue licking her folds. Oral sex wasn’t unfamiliar to Adrian. She liked it being done to her…when it was with a partner of her choosing.

Osvaldo was quite good at it. In all the times he’d gone down at her though he’d never made her cry. And that’s what Aemond was doing. Her eyes welling up by just the feel of his mouth. She did not think this was a good thing…and yet she felt her body responding to him.

Adrian tried getting away by ignoring the pleasure Aemond was forcing on her. Except the one-eyed prince had his hands underneath her nightgown to hold onto her bottom, pushing his face further into her.

It was nearly possible to move due to his strength. She didn’t give up but a hard push to his shoulder underneath her nightgown had him gently retaliating by tracing her bud with his tongue. That made her lean forward further, holding onto his shoulders instead of pushing him as she drew a sharp breath.

“Oh God.”

“No, my love.” Aemond moved from Adrian’s core to nip at her thighs, getting whimpers out of her. “It is I, Aemond, who is giving you pleasure.” He kissed her soft thighs before feasting on her delicious cunny again. From underneath her nightgown, he closed his eye from bliss.

Aemond almost finished then and there but he was determined to not release until he was inside her. For tonight would be the night he would make Adrian his. Her release would not be prolonged. Aemond planned on making her climax more than once tonight.

Adrian could tell she was close to orgasming. Her pushes to his shoulders were more determined to get him off her but Aemond’s hold tightened in return. She kept saying no over and over again while she felt Aemond mouth yes against her core. Her orgasm was unavoidable, and when she climaxed she nearly lost consciousness from the overwhelmingness.  

Aemond licked his lips, tasting her delicious slick. He hummed, loving the taste of her. Adrian tasted like peaches. Aemond got out from underneath her nightgown, happy to tell her this when he saw her half closed eyes, swaying. She was barely able to stand, and had it not been for his hold on her she would’ve fallen. He quickly acted, carrying her back to her bed and gently laid her down. He couldn’t believe this was the result after giving her pleasure.

It certainly made him feel good about himself. He’d been able to please his love properly when it came to licking her cunny. He could only hope when it came to the act of making love he’d be just as good.

Aemond would soon find out. He caressed Adrian’s warm face, smiling at how beautiful she looked from having climaxed. He’d been able to bring her to the state of euphoria with only a gentle hand…well, mouth. He was proud of himself for not being like his older brother.

Aegon brought shame to Helaena by frequently seeking out women in the Street of Silk, and by also being rough with the serving girls in the Red Keep. The one-eyed prince did none of that.

Aside from the upsetting encounter Aemond had with the prostitute Aegon all but threw him toward on his thirteenth nameday, he’d never been with another woman. The only reason Aemond even engaged with the woman from the Street of Silk was to gain experience for when he’d meet Adrian again. He wanted to know what to do in order to please her.

One time had been enough for Aemond though. It had been uncomfortable, but thankfully quick. Still, there were times he’d feel ill, shudders going down his spine when thinking about what the woman from the Street of Silk did to him.

After that Aemond only got experience from reading countless tomes. He wasn’t even interested in anyone else, only in Adrian. And although she’d basically confirmed she’d been with another while in Dorne he knew she felt the same way about him. Why else was her body so pliable under his touch?

It’s this reason why Aemond made himself comfortable by taking off his clothing. The only thing remaining on him was his eyepatch, but he would wait for Adrian to regain consciousness before taking that off. It took longer than he thought for Adrian to fully wake up, not that he minded.

When Adrian’s eyes fluttered open she was met with Aemond staring down at her, his body covering her own. She failed to notice his state of undress on account of him swiftly taking off his eyepatch. She inhaled sharply at what she saw.

In what was supposed to be an empty socket was a sparkling ruby. Not just any ruby, but the same ruby that had once been her grandmother’s necklace. The same necklace she left behind because Aemond had broken it nine years ago.

“You kept it?” Adrian wondered aloud.

Aemond nodded his head, the length of his hair tickling her face. “After you left I did my best to fix it. I’ve kept it close since then because it felt like I had a piece of you with me.”

Adrian didn’t even know what to say to that. Not that it really mattered, since her attention shifted toward something else that was more dire. “Aemond, where are your clothes?” She felt nauseous asking such a question.

His next words would haunt her for years to come.

“My love, I am ready for us to be one.”

Adrian went to get up but she was pushed back down by Aemond. One of his hands pinned both of her hands above her head. “Stop, I don’t want this.” She vehemently voiced.

“If that is the truth you’d fight me. You’d push me away as if you meant it, slap me, call for help, do everything you could to get away. And yet you’re not.” Aemond slid his other hand underneath her nightgown to in between her thighs. He nearly broke into song from what he felt with his fingers. “Instead you remain under me, wet and warm.”

Adrian gasped loudly, tears stinging her eyes when he got between her legs and entered her with a smooth thrust.

Aemond groaned, his face scrunching up. He needed a moment to compose himself, the tight fit of Adrian’s cunny almost made him release too soon. After years of dreaming of this moment he was going to make it last for as long as possible. One of his hands was still pinning down both of Adrian’s, while the other moved to touch her face as he began a slow pace.

“See?” Aemond pressed kisses along her neck, making sure to leave a good amount of marks there for everyone to see. Gods, she felt incredible. There would never be a better feeling than from being inside Adrian. “And I’m supposed to believe you don’t really want me?”

“All that’s physiological!” Adrian tried arguing right as she felt him thrust again.

Aemond gently tutted, using his free hand to tear her nightgown’s neckline. Her breasts were out in the open for him to freely kiss. “Make up any lie you want, it doesn’t take away how good I’m making you feel. Just accept it, my love.”

Adrian cried loudly at another thrust given to her by him.

“Every time I move you clench around me, refusing to let go.” Aemond groaned over her fulmination. “I thought of you every night since you left me, often stroking myself until completion. But it doesn’t compare to what I am feeling now.” He blithely admitted now that he was inside her velvet walls. “This is paradise. Being in you is paradise, my love. And I know you feel the same way.”

Adrian thrashed her head from side to side, trying to stop herself from peaking again. “No.” She cried, her chest heaving.

Aemond let go of her hands that were pinned by his own. He forced her to look at him by keeping his hand on her cheek. His other hand lifted one of her legs to wrap around him. He kept his hand there, rubbing her thigh, enjoying her softness.

“Yes.” He kept eye contact with her as he moved his hips against hers. His movements were slow but very deep, now hitting a special spot within her walls that almost made her lose whatever little resolve she had left. She bit her bottom lip to stop herself from moaning. Her hands fisted the furs to the sides of her.

But Adrian could tell Aemond sensed this weakness of hers. And after seeing her reaction, Aemond purposefully kept hitting that special spot with his measured but intense thrusts. He was determined to see her fall apart again.

“No.” Adrian cried out again, albeit much weaker than before. She’d been determined to not climax again but unfortunately this was proving to be a battle she would not be winning.

Aemond stared at her with so much love in his eye, the tears going down her face did not disturb him in the slightest. If anything it only urged him on, his thrusting never ceasing. She mewled when the hand on her thigh slithered back to her warm wet center.

Using the same amount of gentleness as his thrusting, Aemond pressed his thumb on her bud. “Yes.” He whispered, kissing her tear streaked face, and he watched in awe as she tumbled from the pleasure he’d been generously giving her.  

To Adrian’s immense shame the coil she felt in her stomach snapped in half. This orgasm of hers was much more intense than the previous one. It was so intense she was seeing stars behind her closed eyes. She completely lost any resolve she had, woefully calling out his name.

“Aemond!”

The one-eyed prince moved his face back a bit just in time to see Adrian break apart so beautifully from below him. He smiled, a few tears of his own trailing down his face. He took a moment to bask in this glorious sight before carrying on with his gentle thrusting.

“Please…” Adrian’s breathing was shallow, her body still shaking from her recent climax. Aemond took her begging as one caused from pleasure, but whether it truly was was disregarded by him.

“I love you Adrian.” Aemond heartfeltly declared, thrusting once more with extra vigor to make sure he hit deeply. He groaned, spilling everything he had inside her. Afterwards he stayed within her, not wanting any of his seed to go to waste. He beamed at the thought of her round and heavy with his child. It was a dream of his that would soon come true.

Adrian was completely spent beneath Aemond’s lean but muscular body, looking up at the canopy of her old bed with a blank expression. To her horror she remembered this was the same bed where she used to hold Aemond when he’d been a boy, like a mother would their child. Each time claiming he could not find sleep because of a nightmare.

Years later it was now the bed where he raped her. Because that’s exactly what happened. Aemond had raped her. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t been rough, or that his touches were considered loving, it was still rape.

Adrian was as heartbroken as she was angry with him, and herself. She was also equally disgusted with herself. Like Aemond told her, she could have fought him off, and even yelled for help until her face turned blue…but she didn’t. She just laid there, allowing him to take control. Adrian hated that her body had reacted so quickly to Aemond’s touches. She hated herself.

The older woman could blame physiology all she wanted, but that didn’t excuse the brief moments where she’d welcomed the pleasure.

Adrian’s blank expression faltered, her watery eyes flickering back to Aemond.

The one-eyed prince nuzzled his face in between her breasts, liking the dewiness from their lovemaking. He kissed both her breasts before lifting his face to smile lovingly at her. “Tomorrow I’ll call for Septon Eustace and have him marry us.”

Adrian’s response to this was a sniffle, followed by another round of tears going down her face. Even after it was over Aemond remained inside, and his member, although soft, nevertheless made her feel full.

Aemond used his hand to gently rub the tears away. He looked at her with so much love it made Adrian feel sick. “I would’ve married you all those years ago. I know you said I was only a boy but even back then a part of you must have known.” He admired her glistening eyes and her glowing golden skin.  

Adrian had always looked beautiful to him, but in this moment she was ethereal. She was a Goddess, one he would worship until the end of his days.

Aemond kissed her softly on her pouting lips, ignoring the cry he heard from her. “You’re mine Adrian. You've been mine since the moment we met all those years ago.”

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