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ponderingmoonlight · 6 months

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Geto's sister melting like butter in Toji's hands

Pairing: Geto's sister x Toji; (Geto's sister x Geto brother dynamic; Geto's sister x Satoru lil flirt)

Word Count: 2,6k

Synopsis: When your brother and Satoru arrive at Jujutsu High with the star plasma vessel, things start to get heated. But instead of running away like you're told to, you follow your brother. Only to be alone with a certain someone...

Warnings: we're talking about Toji so the usual, (y/n) is ducking weak in this one, not 100% proofread bc I'm lazy

„Where is your smaller version?“, Yaga barks at Suguru.

“My smaller version? You mean (y/n)?”

“Hehe, sounds like she’s your child”, Satoru comments while giggling.

“I guess she’s training right now. And also, she’s older than me. Why?”

Suguru was never keen about you joining Jujutsu High in the first place. But the second you realized that you are able to see courses just like him, there was no going back. It’s only natural that he’s worried about you, right? Especially when he and Satoru were sent here to guard the star plasma vessel…What do you have to do with this? Isn’t his teacher aware of the fact how dangerous this mission is for a first year student?

“Get her here right now.”

Urgh, this doesn’t mean anything good. Does he have any chance to escape this though? With a sign he gets moving. Nope, a glimpse into Yaga’s serious eyes is enough to get that he doesn’t stand a chance against his will.

Why you, though? Yes, you are quite skilled for being in your first year, but so are Haibara and Nanami. So why does it have to be you? What does this man have in mind for you?

“Got ya!”, you cry out while Yu’s body lands on the floor harshly.

“How did you beat me again?”, he presses out, rubbing his aching head.

“Because you weren’t paying enough attention”, Kento remarks dryly with that signature bored expression craved into his face.

“I think (y/n) is just a way too great opponent for me.”

“Oh, don’t make be blush.”

“(y/n).”

That voice that makes you instantly roll your eyes without even turning around. What the hell is your brother doing here again?

“What do you want?”, you groan.

“Yaga-sensei sent me after you. I guess you are assigned for a mission”, Suguru replies, completely unimpressed by your snarky attitude.

A mission? Your head darts towards him immediately. A mission with Suguru? He is on his second year, more than skilled enough to fulfill even difficult missions on his own. So why would Yaga-sensei ask about you and not Yu or Kento?

You don’t care that much to be honest. The thought of going on an important mission alone makes your body tremble in excitement. Even if it means your brother has to accompany you.

“Will Satoru be there too?”, you purr.

It’s way too fun to mess with your brother. When it comes to men, he always widens his eyes in disgust before crossing his arms and glaring down at you.

“Don’t get stupid ideas. I hate that you are flirting with my best friend”, he remarks.

“It’s not my fault that he looks so damn fine.”

“Stop the crap”, he spits at you while you smile widely.

Oh, how much you love to mess with your big brother. Since he is your only sibling, you take your responsibility of teasing the heck out of him very seriously. Especially now that you are living the same life.

“There she is”, Suguru mutters, your figure appearing behind is tall frame with a triumphal smile.

“Hi Satoru”, you hush towards the white haired boy who smirks at you.

“Hi (y/n), looking good as always”, he flirts back, sliding down his sunglasses to catch a better glimpse at you.

“Can you two please stop before I’m losing it”, Suguru grumbles.

“I agree. (y/n), you will assist these idiots by escorting the star plasma vessel to Tengen-sama.”

You can’t believe your ears, cheeky mouth not daring to speak of. Assisting both Satoru and Suguru at once? By escorting the star plasma vessel of none other than Tengen-sama?

This has to be a dream, a stupid joke they play on you. Yes, you are a quite skilled jujutsu sorcerer, maybe better than the other first years at this point…

But are you this good? So good that you are able to keep up with Satoru and your brother?

“This is something very big you’re asking for”, you reply automatically, all eyes darted towards you.

Damn, this doesn’t sound like your usual confident self at all, even Suguru doesn’t recognize you. Without hesitation he steps to your side, placing his hand on your shoulder gently while beaming you with his smile.

“Satoru and me are here, too. You are the backup plan if something goes wrong.”

“And nothing will go wrong. Don’t worry (y/n)”, Satoru adds.

Yes, nothing will go wrong, right?

- the arrival of Suguru and Satoru at Jujutsu High –

“You sure took your time getting here”, you comment dryly, on the brink of falling asleep at the entrance of Jujutsu High.

“Oh my, you look like death warmed over”, you holler towards Satoru.

Damn, you thought they went on paid vacation without you. Why the hell does he look this bad? The dark circles under your brother’s eyes tell you how stressful these last day have been.

“You’re safe now. No need to waste your energy anymore, Satoru”, you speak out.

And with that, the glow in his eyes is gone.

Just seconds before he gets stabbed by a stranger.

Your eyes widen when reality hits you. A dagger pierced through Satoru’s chest.

The Satoru Gojo.

Your brother’s best friend.

Your gaze darts towards the tall man behind him. Who the hell is this guy? And how was he even able to get through the barrier in the first place? You hold your breath, mind racing in thoughts. This has to be a bad joke.

“Satoru!”, your brother cries out, on the way to sprint forward before he is stopped by his best friends words.

Save the star plasma vessel.

Escort her to Tengen-sama.

“I’m coming with you”, you breathe out, following your brother’s steps right on track.

“No way in hell. You go back where you came from, (y/n)”, he hisses.

What? He can’t be serious, right?

“Yaga-sensei put me here to help you escort the star plasma vessel. What makes you so entitled that you think you can just send me off like that?”

Your brother turns around, eyes glistening with so much rage that you have to swallow. Fuck, you’ve never seen him like this, storming towards you without slowing down.

“This isn’t a joke, (y/n). If that man was able to break through the barrier and hurt Satoru, he sure as hell is able to kill you right on the spot. Get out of here right now, I couldn’t stand losing you”, he barks into your face along with grabbing your shoulders roughly.

“Fine”, you mumble.

With one last spiteful glance at you he’s gone, taking the girl and the woman with him.

That man.

Your eyes dart towards him and the way his muscles flex underneath his tight black shirt, showing every single vein of his well-trained body. How old is he? Must be in his 20s, hard to say when he’s moving so fast that you aren’t even able to follow his movements properly. It’s safe to say that he’s looking like a snack, though. So different from all the guys you’ve met at Jujutsu High.

“Get out of here, (y/n)!”, Satoru yells at you, ripping you out of your daydreaming so violently that you flinch.

Urgh, how unfair. First you get assigned with this job and now you are supposed to stay out of line?

No, certainly not.

With a swift motion you start to run away. Not in direction of Jujutsu High, but following after your brother’s scent. After all, Satoru will get this man down easily, will he?

What a shame about his pretty face, though.

You stop in a long and poor lit hallway, tingling senses telling you that something or rather someone is behind you.

Could it be Satoru? No, you can not only detect his scent, but recognize him by his long and slouchy steps. Whoever this is doesn’t belong to Jujutsu High. But why on earth would a stranger come here?

“You’re in the way, y’know.”

That voice. Your eyes widen instantly when he steps out of the shadows, well-trained figure lit up ever so slightly.

It’s him, the man from before. The gorgeous man who fought Satoru only a few minutes ago.

“You came here to see me?”

To your very own surprise, your sturdy voice doesn’t give any hint of the panic flooding your veins. Why the hell is he here? Does this mean that…

Satoru lost?

“You’re pretty easy on the eye, gotta give you that”, the unknown man in front of you remarks with a sly grin.

You seem to be pretty young, uniform telling him that you’re a jujutsu sorcerer yourself. But that look in your eyes, the color of your hair…

“Have I seen ya before?”, he questions.

“Unfortunately not”, you purr.

You begin to circle each other, like a predator he lingers over you.

Something about the way he carries himself tells you that he isn’t someone to mess with, the darkness in his eyes almost swallowing you whole. Yes, this man is bad news even though you can’t detect any cursed energy on him.

“Oh, you look like that guy before…What was his name again?”

“Yeah, he’s my brother”, you clarify briefly.

“Ah, gotcha. Where did he go? I need to kill that brat he has with him.”

“Why chasing after him when you can stay with me instead?”

You know it’s reckless, that the man in front of you could possibly kill you without flinching. But every precious second you are able to negotiate for Suguru is important right now.

He comes closer, his tall frame roaming over you while you shamelessly stare at his gorgeous, yet bloody chest. Damn, this man really is attractive. Why do your knees suddenly feel so weak?

“I’m no one to mess with”, he remarks.

Your back hits the cold wall behind you, his muscular arms trapping you in place. Fuck, this is so hot.

No, this is absolutely dangerous.

“I know”, you breathe out.

His eyes linger over you, the little scar on over his lips twitches in amusement. One look into your glossy orbs is enough for Toji to be aware of the fact how unexperienced you are. Even though you try to straighten your shoulders and keep eye contact with him, he can see the way your limbs are trembling and how your knees are about to give in. You look young, maybe a few years younger than himself. And your body…he can tell you are trained underneath that uniform. After all you are a jujutsu sorcerer, right?

A little playing doesn’t hurt as long as he’s able to kill that little brat.

“Aren’t ya a little young to get killed? Wouldn’t take me much to do so. Killed that Gojo guy too.”

His words hit you with full force.

He.

He killed Satoru.

“That’s impossible”, you whisper.

No one was ever capable of killing Satoru. No, this can’t be true, he has to mess with you. Satoru is the strongest along with Suguru, the gifted child.

He…he can’t be dead.

But why isn’t he here then? How is it even possible for this force of a man to stand in front of your very own eyes if he’s lying? Satoru would have chased him down, fulfilled his mission no matter what…No, this can’t be…

“Can show ya. I mean it’s quite nasty, but if you want-“

“No”, you interrupt him immediately.

Fuck, what are you supposed to do? Stand here and wait until he gets bored? Fight him?

You clench your hands into fist. One swift motion. One swift motion of your fist should be enough to send him flying.

“Cute”, he comments, catching your hand mid-air with ease.

Fuck. Ice cold sweat runs down your neck. This man is a menace. There’s no way in hell you are able to defeat him.

Suddenly he pulls you closer to him, the heat radiating from his body seems to burn right through your soul.

“Who the hell are you?”, you mutter.

“Toji Fushiguro”, he remarks.

Toji Fushiguro. You never heard his name before and the fact that you can’t detect any cursed energy on him tells you that he isn’t a jujutsu sorcerer.

“Y’know, didn’t think I’d meet a hot girl down here”, Toji comments, amusement sparkling in his eyes when catching a glimpse of the blush creeping up your beautiful face.

Oh god, you feel like fainting with his tall frame lingering over you so unpromising. Despite being around gorgeous men all the time, no one ever caught your eye enough to be this close to him.

But this man…You shouldn’t like the way his touch brushes over your skin, making every fiber of your being shiver in excitement. No, you should tear yourself away from his grip, fight him, kill him. You are a jujutsu sorcerer, Toji Fushiguro killed Satoru and is on his way to kill the star plasma vessel and who knows even your brother. This is so wrong, him touching and teasing you shouldn’t cloud your senses.

“Be as charming as you want, I can’t forgive you for killing Satoru.”

He tilts his head to the side, a playful grin playing around is lips as one of his hands wraps around your neck, pressing gently.

“What a bummer, thought we’d have a good time here”, he replies.

Oh god, what happened to your self-control, what happened to your self-consciousness? You can’t act like a horny teenager only because a handsome man is touching you.

What’s going on in your beautiful mind? Seems like you’re lost at words. It’s nothing new to Toji that women fall head over heels for him, especially the ones who are into guys like him. But you look so innocent, that spark of determination in your eyes gone with the wind. Yes, you are like butter in his hands. The things he could do to you right now, showing you just how much of a man he is.

“You’ve probably never been with a man, huh?”

You stare up at him in disbelief. How did he know? Your heart hammers violently against your ribcage, mind not able to produce a single logical thought. He is so near that you’d be able to touch his broad chest ever so slightly. And the way his fingers press against your neck…

You’re doomed.

“Thought so. How’s it that a hot girl like you didn’t get it yet? Could show ya how it’s done with my very own hands...”

“I know what you’re doing. But I can’t let you get through this door, you can’t reach my brother”, you whine more to yourself than him.

Huh, that’s why he was here. Toji signs to himself, already aroused by the way you blush and whimper under his touch. How much he’d love to just stay here and show you how it’s done. To see your eyes roll into your brain in pleasure, how you squirm under his merciless touch.

But he’s got a job to do.

“What’s your name?”, he purrs against your outer ear, making shivers run down your spine like waterfalls.

“(y/n) Geto…”

“(y/n)”

Your own name sounds so strange coming out of his dangerous mouth.

“I promise I won’t kill your brother, but I gotta go now. Hope to see ya again. Sleep well.”

Before you can react any further, his flat hand rams itself into your throat that you get consumed by darkness immediately, numb body falling against Toji’s firm figure.

Carefully, he lifts you up and carries your body with him, casually placing you over his broad shoulder with your head hanging down his back.

“Now let’s get to work”, he mumbles, smacking your ass slightly.

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thebottomfromhell · 4 months

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can i please request the upper moons +muzan falling for a human female reader please? i kinda wanna see how they treat reader different ( cause akaza don’t hurt women)

Ok, female version of this post, then. Again, it won't be pretty, Reader being a woman instead of a man won't make most of these guys act much different, since the reaction was more focused on Reader's humanity than the gender/sex. But they would feel it very differently, considering that this guys would be sexist AF (reminder that being sexist is more than hitting women).

For this time I will not be adding Muzan for tha sake of making something more abour him later (Sexism is an important topic for this prompt, and I am still figuring out how to make traist of his) sorry for that. :''/

Uppermoons reaction of falling in love with Human Female Reader

Warnings: Manga spoilers, Reader's death, Cannibalism, Yandere behavior, Mentioned torture, Non-consented body modifications (becoming a demon), Implied non-con sexual content, Predatory-animalistic behavior, Münchausen syndrome, Vore elements (not in a kinky way), Implied child abuse, Typical sexism of the time period, Mentions of menstrual period, And Each of these is a warning on their own.

Gyutaro (ft. Daki):

First things first, Daki loathes you. She sees you as hag trying to steal her big brother away from her. Good luck so she doesn't kill you.

"I have my eyes on you, you whore! I'm watching!" .... brats.

Meanwhile, Gyutaro knows he likes you but he doesn't want to acccept it. Liking a human? It's acary, a weakness against other demons and slayers.

Also, he is sure you won't want him, an ugly freak with a lady, what a laugh! He can't trust you, specially if you say you want him back. It's a lie.

He doesn't know how to behave with you, the only person he ever loved was his sister, and he was never able to tell her "no", and he is sure he won't be able to say it to you too. That is scary.

You have a lot of power over him, he protects you, takes care of you, obeys you when you tell him something, but he stays away most of the time.

He looks at you, yearning, to the point it's obssesive. You never leave his head.

Daki, because she has been also looking, knows if you do something, threats and destroys your things, protective over Gyutaro.

"Daki, ne... cut it off." "BUT ONII-CHAN!"

Make a move yourself, or this will continue until you die, since Gyutaro will also protect you from his sister, but won't be able to stop her completely. She hates you.

He won't force you to anything, respect you, understand you have it hard as a woman without him, so he won't hold it against you id you want to leave. Or at least he will try not to.

Still, against him? You will always be free.

Gyokko:

Gyokko is fast to figure put what he wants you to do, that he wants you to stay, even if it takes a bit more time to figure out how he feels about you.

You fill his taste, there is no mistake, and his tastes are the best. So he makes sure to praise you almost as much as his ability to choose.

"You are beautiful, no canvas can compare to you. Look at yourself and tell me I am right, that you don't deserve my praise and attention."

He will teach you a bit of his arts, even if he doesn't really expects you to learn in the same "profesional" way he does. Art for women is a hobby, and if it gets as far to be a job then they must abandon the idea of having husband and children.

Then again, he is not a husband, and having him gatting you away from human standards and society might give you the chance to be a true artist.

He eats parts of you as punishment id he thinks you crossed the line, but he is more lenient he would be if you were a man. "Woman are more fragile and hysterical, of course you I need to be understanding."

3 strikes is a foot in his mouthes, 6 to the knee, 9 all the leg. You can only have so many strikes before becoming more a burden than you are worth, without limbs.

You can beg for him to turn you or die, neither way he will make a piece of art of your body before your death. You will be sublime no matter what, but life will only come with begging.

He will make you stay awake through the pain, he will open you up a hole in your stomach, mold it into a form that represents the new birth. He will take away your organs, use your blood as make-up, dress you up nicely in red and white.

He won't even take a bite off as he pours his blood in the new hole, making you his forever.

Hantengu:

He cowers away at the slightlest chance of falling in love.

He disappeared, almost from thin air. Hiding... from a human... Upper 4 for you, ladies...

He comes back to cry about it, sobbing and sometimes hurting you with his clwas by accident as he grabs you.

He had several wives in his life as human, he knows how to treat them, or at least he should know, feeling pressured.

Why can't he just treat you like he treated them? Why is he so scared? He knows he is not doing it right but he can't bring himself to be charming and behave as a gentleman.

He is aware of his flaws, and id terrified with the idea you will leave him for it, even if he is not around most of the time, coming back and forward, comes to cry and then leaves.

Are you food? Are you beloved? Are you useless? Are you beautiful? Are you conforting? Are you nice? Are you about to die because of him? Are you going to reject him?

He will stab you in your sleep, or in an argument, he killed wives during those before. All with a knife instead of his abilities as a demon.

He didn't have to be a demon to kill women and children, and he is really sorry, but you had to die for his sake.

Sekido:

Ok, you have three seconds before shit explodes, so if you run you might save yourself.

3... 2... 1... "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME YOU PIECE OF SHIT?!" There it is, that is all it took him.

A few days he kept think of you and he knew... you fucked up. You must scape until he calms down.

The fact that a fragile human, a defenceless woman, can make his heart beat faster and his face blush is simoly embarrasing. He hates it, it makes him angry, it makes him feel vulnerable.

The other clones are your best bet to get it this far, go for Karaku, he will keep you alive only for the sake of teasing Sekido.

Both of you know you will die, the more the likes you, the worse he will feel, and he will take it out of you.

You are just a human, you won't be able to survive him unless you become a demon, but he will not accept your refusal. He won't even tell you.

The relationship becomes stable in your new form, he just bites your neck and opens his wrist with his nails to transform you.

"Don't you dare trying to get away from me, woman."

Karaku:

"Gonna rock your body all night, it's lust at first sight" - probably Karaku if he knew Chris Crocker.

That is your chance for survival, and you take it, making him chose lust over gluttony.

He does threat of getting rid of you, but he makes sure to get you money, besides the flirting and gifts, considering he is aware he basically ruined your chance of a married life. He teases you about it when he feels cruel.

He makes sure to pleasure you, even if you don't want to, you don't get to make that choice.

It does take him more years than if you were a man to realize this is not normal lust, but that he is romantically attected to you.

He decides to transform you into a demon, doesn't warn or ask, when he realizes it.

He does it during sex, he bites you, moaning against your new wounds and the taste of blood. He will open his neck for you.

He will offer yourself to you once you wake up as a demon, memories lost and replaced with hunger and thirst. Not remembering the cold feeling of losing blood against his skin.

"Hey love~. Spend the night with me, will ya? I am all yours now, show me what you can do with it~."

Urogi:

Good news, Urogi doesn't want to hurt you.

Bad news, Urogi will hurt you anyway.

It's not even on purpose, he just gets carried away when he plays with you. He is not the most aware of the clones, so playful scratches and bites become dangerous.

He chases you sometimes, always wants attention, to play with you.

He likes to stay with you while you sleep, cuddling against you, sometimes you find him smelling around your scrotch when you are in your period, keeping his face around the area like a dog...

He gets bored of your limitations rather easily, so he decides to try to turn you i to a demon, consecuences be damned.

The last straw is a night when you have your period, the bited part of your legs your thighs, excited in different ways by the scent of ruined blood and vagubal fluids.

Then he will bleed into you, biting his own wrist off, feeding you chunks of his arms after spreading the blood over you.

He will chew and feed you mouth to mouth if it troubles you, only wanting to play with you, the new demon you.

Aizetsu:

His priority is that you are human.... and again, he is rude and hurtful about it.

"It's so sad for both of us. You can't be enough for me just like I can't be what you need. Pathetic." This bit-

Just a heartbeat put of place and knots in the throat were enough for Aizetsu to figure it out, and he didn't like it.

Humans are meant to die, besides, he can't be the husband you would need.

Still, he takes the chance of comfort, to pretend for both of you. He manipulates you into feeling pity for him, and that is how the relationship is formed.

He does kill you, painless and softly conforting you first, the second it becomes a problem.

He will also let you have your last words and wishes, will tell you that he wishes he could have been husband material for you.

He makes a memorial, kisses your corpse goodbye before leaving you behind.

"This is so sad."

Nakime:

Truth be told, she is not surprised.

She can see the appeal in you, she has always prefered women over men, Muzan being the exception, even if he is the exception of many things.

Nakime is very lenient with you, she understands that, as a human, you are more fragile than her, so she must treat you carefully.

She would not put you above Muzan, but she takes care of you, gives you gifts, spends time with you, praises you. You are a lovely lady to her.

Still, unless he approves she will not be transforming you. If he does, she will without any second thought or opinion.

The breaking deal is the next one, she kidnaps you for a while and the leaves you safely at your home. She controls all the interactions.

Why should she listen to you? She adores you, but you are still a human, nothing worth her obedience.

She would not kill you, no matter what. The only way you could die like this is suicide, age or ilness.

Then again, at the end Muzan decides to let her turn you, so he bleeds into a cup and feeds you ger blood, not letting you out until you do.

Akaza:

It starts when Akaza accidently calls you "Koyuki..." the first time you met. He fell hard and fast, and in a painful way.

He begged you to stay, not really knowing why. He cried, grabbed your legs as his knees stayed on the floor.

He needs you, craves for you, to the point of obsession. It takes him a while for him to realize he could turn you into a demon, because part of him venerates the image of a human girl with pink eyes and cheeks.

He can't hurt you when you deny him, but he wants to. He needs to, you have to understand why you should want to be a demon. Why you should want to be forever young, strong and healthy, to stay in the way things were before the poison in the well.

At the same time, he wants to take care of you, and he starts inviting himself to your house, doing the chores and watching you sleep.

He doesn't understand why he is always cheking your temperature and if you are breathing correctly, there is something relieving but also off putting when you always are ok. As if you should be sick.

Maybe part of him wants you to be sick so he can take care of you, but he can't hurt you.

You can't get rid of him, no matter how much you try, he always ends tucking you to bed and forcing you to stay in there until you sleep. He never listens, always treat you as if you were fragile and sick.

He learns how to make your favorites, cleans the house and laundry, starts getting money and pretends to nurse you, even if you don't have anything.

He doesn't know how to feel when you die of age, it's the only way you could die like this, but he breaks. Again.

Sometimes he still calls you Koyuki.

Douma:

Douma starts comparing you with Kotoha and his mother, he is quite vocal about it.

He tells you how silly you are, that his mom and Kotoha were the same, but each of you had your charm.

Yes, "had". He mostly talks about you in past tense, ge is planning to eat you soon. Kotoha almost scaped him and his mother became "too irrational, killed my father with a knife but poisoned herself" with time, so he wants to spare you the chase.

He talks about your face, your eyes, your hair and skin, mostly, he does things he did with Kotoha, hoping to make you laugh. Simple pleasures, not meant to last.

Both women left him, he is 100% sure you would if he gave you the chance, so he doesn't. He kept you by his side for some months, at most.

You are fun to be with, and he is sure he is fun to be around with too... maybe. Not that it matters, you don't really have a choice. Your words against his.

Also, turning you into a demon would give you the chance to run away while he is in a meeting with the other moons. How silly and stupid would it be from him!

He has made his mind to eat you the second he notices that, whatever he is feeling, this lust hunger, this craving, is like Kotoha's.

Because of his experience with her, he will make sure it's in his room, to make it right this time. Also, he will break your leg first, so you can run, coveribg your mouth and cooing you as you try to scream.

He will eat your tongue and lips first, complimenting the taste and texture, in a soft kiss, not really caring if you want it or not. That way you won't be able to formulate your screams for help.

He starts eating you from below, wanting to finish with your head and eyes since he had to blow Kotoha's. He doesn't want to repreat the regret of ruining such a pretty face.

Douma takes his time with you, talking softly and gently, praising you you taste and feel in his mouth, praising how you look.

He is more than satisfied after he finished, stomach full and you forever inside of him. Lovely.

Kokushibou:

This is the first time in his life that he wants the attention of a woman that isn't his mother.

He never felt attracted to women (or anyone, even if he always felt more in place sharing his life with other men), his wife included, he married her as his duty of producing heirs.

Having a woman by his side has always been a responsibility at best, a chore at worst.

But he wants you, and he can't understand it. It's new and confusing, that is the only reason he notices a few days after he catched feelings. Because loving women, wanting women, it's not normal for him.

He watches you, even yearns for you, but his pride and confusion don't make him do anything.

He blames you, resents you, calls you "a temptress" in his mind. What have you done to him? At least he doesn't conpare you to his his brother, but his other relationship with women don't let him relate you to a pleasure.

You are also human, meant to die like his mother and wife did, meant to be remember just as someone's husband and mother. Why are you stealing his attention, then? There is nothings special about you.

But this way it's easier to pretend he doesn't care the moment you die, easier than with Yoriich.

You are lovely, he keeps you around, but besides that? You are just a woman. A pause from his life as a samurai demon at best, a distraction at worst.

He will resent you after you die, but he will also forget you the same way he forgot about the other women in his life. There are only two people in his life with any importance, one was a boy to a man, the other is his King and Master. Women were never important in his life.

#demon slayer #kny #upper moons #kny x reader #karaku #urogi #aizetsu #sekido #gyutaro #hantengu #daki #gyokko #nakime #akaza #douma #kokushibou #female reader #this is royally fucked up #x2

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Sucking off big brother!Fyodor

Warnings: Incest, this is written terribly, toxic!Fyodor, fem reader

Characters: Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Translations: малышка = little girl

A/N: idk I have so many prompts I'm supposed to be writing and want to be writing but I just don't jave the energy I'm hoping this will wet my appetite or wtv

You lay lazily on the bed half asleep, It was mid July, and the heat was making you drowsy. You were supposed to be reading due to your brothets orders, but gave up & into your fatigue, resting on your bed in your day clothes, not even bothering to change. You were suddenly startled awake by a scoff and Fyodor speaking. "Clean up this room, малышка. It's disgusting in here."

His voice was degrading and he stared down at you with a glare. Your room wasn't even that bad! Just some clothes lying around, but to be fair.. he did own the house. "I don't wanna..." You groan, your voice was raspy. Your eyes flutter open to Fyodor standing directly above you, his hand resting on your bed frame.

"You don't have a choice, малышка." Fyodor smirked, knowing how much you hated being called that. It made you feel small, and weak, but no matter how much you told him you hated it, he kept going. "Clean up now, or I will make you regret it."

"Make me regret it if you're so tough, then." You grin, sitting up and crossing your legs, placing your elbow on your knee and your cheek in the palm of your hand. "If you don't clean this room within the hour, you'll be doing something much more unpleasant."

His eyes narrowed and you grin. "Awh, tell me, exactly what will I be doing?" You'd always had an attraction towards him, and he's known. You'd expect him to be disgusted by it, but.. "You'll be sucking my cock until I'm satisfied, малышка." He said casually, as if it were nothing. "And trust me, I won't be gentle about it."

Your stomach flutters, and despite the disgust and fear you felt.. you couldn't help the arousal that dripped from your hole. You needed to appear confident, and unbothered. You hated Fyodor seeing you as weak. "Aw, well maybe I'd prefer that." You grin, dropping to your knees in front of him.

Fyodor raised an eyebrow, surprised by your sudden change in attitude. He stepped closer, allowing you access to his pants. As you undid his belt and pulled down his pants, revealing his hard cock, he couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal. He grabbed your hair, guiding her head towards his member.

All you could do was giggle, giving a tiny little kitten lick to the tip of his dick, dragging out a hitched breath from him. You do nothing more for a minute, only kissing and licking the tip, before he grew impatient.

He huffs, before he yanks your head back by her hair, forcing you to take him in. You gagged as he filled your mouth, the pain causing small tears to well up in your eyes that you immediately blink away. He began thrusting his hips, fucking your mouth roughly, enjoying the sensation of the warm wetness of your mouth enveloping him.

You moaned onto his dick, licking a fat strip up the bottom of his shaft as he face fucked you, letting the tears fall only because you knew how much he loved reducing you to a crying mess.

"Ah.. you're so good at this, myshka. Keep going, go on." He groans, drawing your attention up to him, he loved how pathetic you looked down on the floor, tears falling from your eyes, ruining your mascara. As his climax neared, you felt his thrusts get sloppier and harder till his hot cum filled your mouth.

He pulls out, tapping your mouth so you stick your tongue out. Proof you swallowed, of course. "Good girl.." he drawls out, looking at you with that sadistic smile he always has. "Now, I guess I should repay the favor now, hm?" He smiles, crouching down in front of you.

#bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #dostoyevsky fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader #fyodor x reader #dostoyevsky x reader #fyodor smut #fyodor x reader smut #incest smut #fyodor x reader incest

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telvess · 8 months

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Record of Ragnarok Hades (headcanons?) 🔞

Partly headcanons, partly Hades x Minte, because I didn’t have anything original to say about Persephone trope.

warning: mature

Okay, Hades is lonely. He has his duties, he’s King of the Netherworld after all and I think he doesn’t even realize it himself how much he needs someone’s attention. Most of his free time he spends with damn parrot… and besides it his other social interaction are with servants or demons. Due to some deadly circumstance, Adamas had to move to Hades’s realm, but he seems to be too proud to live in his brother’s palace, so he probably has his own piece of territory where he rules over… something. That’s why I don’t believe they speak often, probably on occasions. Still that makes him the most presence in Hades’s life. Poseidon isn’t chief god, which mean he cannot freely roam after Bifrost incident and Zeus is busy being the God Father of Cosmos. Hades is wealthy, tall, handsome man, respected by basically everyone, so it’s no wonder that women are all over him the moment he appears in Valhalla. I see him as very resistant to their charms, but he still remains polite in refusing. Once in a while he may find interest in some lady, but it’s nothing more than a fling. He makes it perfectly clear for her that he doesn’t look for serious commitment. I don’t see him being fussy, he can find any woman pretty and as long as she knows a little, he would be content. The biggest turn off for him is being foolish or too self-absorbed, which usually goes hand to hand with grandiosity. On the other hand, he might get caught off guard with some good smile, he secretly has a weakness for them. Same goes with loud laugh, he likes when a woman loosen up a bit and behaves more naturally in his presence. I can see how he takes his responsibilities very seriously. When some other small deities ask for help with demons, he has no resistance in joining his soldiers and leads them into battle. That’s how he meets his potential love interest. She might be some lost nymph (of mint) who was drawn into the fight. When Hades tries to help, she act like Megara from Herkules (1997): I'm a damsel. I'm in distress. I can handle this. Have a nice day - so he stands there, almost disarmed by her nonchalance as she narrowly escapes death for the fifth time. Once the fight is over, his curiosity takes over and he wants to get to know her better. If the demons just destroyed her home, he doesn’t mind to offer her accommodation in his palace, which only an idiot would deny. Hades definitely isn’t the type of man who falls in love at first sight. But he seems to enjoy thrill - troublesome people naturally attract him, so he can easily find a common ground with them. When they arrive to the palace, Hades would treat her almost as an old friend he didn’t see in ages. It’s easy for him to break the ice but much harder to open up. Hades would give her a tour and answer all the question about the palace. If she doesn’t mind, he invites her to eat together or proposes chess match. He can even teaches her how to play. At first they would talk about anything in particular. After some time there’d be questions: about Hades’s brothers or how he became King of the Underworld, how nymph ended up on her own, what’s their origin etc. Then it would come time for a light-hearted banters and jokes, and suddenly something change even if they didn’t cross any big line. One day Hades would simply realize that he seeks for nymph’s attention. He likes her voice, he likes her minty smell, he likes her melodious laugh. He goes to her when he’s agitated because her presence calms him down; he’d simply sit beside and listen to her voice. All these signs are enough for him to understand situation and once he realizes that, feelings escalates very quickly to the point that may surprise both of them.

When the wind blew very hard, large drops of rain began to fall from the grey clouds. Someone not familiar with Helheim would misread it as a bad morning, but that was very regular beginning of the day in that realm. Despise weather Hades was heading to the garden. The one of the very few place in Helheim where flowers and fruits grew. Almost constant lack of sunlight was quite a challenge after all. — You’ll get soaked completely — Hades said with smirk. The nymph turned to face him. Her rosy cheeks and nose were such a contrast on usually very pale skin of hers. Hades couldn’t deny that the hairs that clung to her forehead gave her a charm. — That’s fine by me — she answered — I like rain. Hades came closer, way closer that nymph expected, but she didn’t step back. She observed how his eyes moved to her lips, watched them for awhile and then made all the way back to her eyes, looking for silent consent. The air around them changed, became heavier. Time stopped. Then Hades slowly raised his hand to her face and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Nymph could breath again. He smiled as he lend a hand that she accepted. — Shall we? — Hades asked. He led them inside.

Hades doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable by rushing things. He isn’t blind so when he starts courting, he’s sure that she returns his feelings. They play their little games: try to flirt a bit and then pretend to be innocent. It brings them joy and good laugh, that’s their way to strengthen bonds. Their first cross-the-line moment would happen out of blue.

The carriage left the inn and moved at a steady pace back to the castle. Hades sit arm to arm with Minte. Leaning over, she watched at the landscapes. Seemed bored to Hades. As he checked the view from his side, his hand reached her knee, just below the hem of her dress. Much to his own satisfaction, skin to skin contact caused a surprised gasp. Hades didn’t react to that and continue to caressed nymph with his fingers as if nothing happened. He was slowly moving up. The feeling of her soft, warm skin started awaking something inside his belly and below. — Fine — Hades heard her angry voice — You won. Before she finished sentence, her hand reached his cheek and forced him to look at her. Without hesitation, nymph’s lips closed gap between them and moment later Hades tasted something he had longed for a very long time. It wasn’t gentle at all. The kiss was quintessence of desire, hunger and passion. Hades tasted her tongue and listen her muffled moans, the heat that awoke in his body was almost uncomfortable. He felt her curious fingers on his chest, looking for a way to get under clothes. Hades was bemused by mint scent and all he could think of was her on him right now. As time passed, he realized that his hands were roaming freely over her body, playing with hairs, caressed every inch of naked skin he could find. Knowing what was coming excited him. Only if sudden stop of carriage didn’t bring them both back to their senses…

Once they take the relationship to the level of intimacy, Hades crave it daily. He wants to experience this newfound physical world that he has never shared with anyone like this before. Hades is so into praising. He is original, does not repeat old patterns, although he has a soft spot for the word ‚magnificent’. What’s interesting - he’s not used to being praised (do not confuse with ass kissing), so he may be surprised when he hears a few nice words in bed for the first time. Hades prefers slow love-making over quickies. He likes to take his time, enjoys a moment and completely relaxes in his lover’s arms. I don’t see him as a fan of morning sex either, he likes to make a whole ritual out of it. A whole day of desire, a nice dinner, maybe a walk or a bath together. He really adores massages as a foreplay. He doesn’t have one favourite position. As long as is not something too demanding, he would go with it. In his opinion sex should be pleasant, not a challenge. Doesn’t mind at all being small spoon or gives up the initiative, just not all the time. Hades is sweet lover but he has a bit firm side - it’s properly balanced. After session he wants to cuddle and talk about anything in particular until they both fell asleep.

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror x reader #snv x reader #record of ragnarok x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #ror hades x reader #snv hades x reader #ror hades #snv hades #udj

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HIS PERSONAL REVENGE – A. T. x FEM!READER

(lovers to enemies) / english isn't my first language / masterlist

"Henujagon zirȳla sagon. (Leave him be.)" You mumbled by his side once you both turned to see who the guest was, just to find that it was one of his nephews. You were both talking with Lord Borros Baratheon's daughter Aemond decided to wed when the kid entered the castle. Aemond's jaw clenched, you could see it from the corner of your eyes, all the rage he had inside him coming out in such small gestures like those. But you knew him so well, and you weren't going to let him accomplish whatever his Machiavellian head was thinking.

He kept quiet as Lucerys spoke in the name of his mother, the Queen. Aemond turned his head slowly to you, you shared a glimpse with him and then you both returned your attention to Rhaenyra's child. You could only think of what the Small Council in King's Landing would be plotting against her and her children.

"Wait." Aemond broke his silence, bringing you out of your thoughts. "My Lord Strong." He had his arms crossed behind his back as he took a few steps forward. Lucerys turned his way towards his uncle, defensively.

"Did you really think that you could just fly about the realm trying to steal my brother's throne at no cost?"

"I will not fight you. I came as a messenger, not a warrior."

"Fight would be little challenge. I want you to put out your eye." Aemond took off his patch. Your back tensed after hearing his demand. "As a payment for mine."

"Stop it, Aemond." You were trying to keep things calm for him, and for prince Lucerys' well-being.

"One will serve. I would not blind you." Aemond threw his dagger to the floor, handing it over to the young prince. Aemond was hearing you, but he wished he wasn't. Your sensitivity was your weakness. You might be strong in combat but you were weak. Too compassionate. And Aemond was not even nearly close to letting you infect him with it. "I plan to make a gift of it to my mother."

Your eyes were locked on the kid who expressed he had no intention of doing what his uncle was asking him to.

"Then you are craven as well as a traitor."

You drew your dagger when Aemond picked up his from the floor and he aimed at the kid. "Give me your eye, or I'll take it, bastard!"

You stepped in between him and his scared nephew. As much as he tried to hide it, he was basically shaking and it was obvious that he had no intention of fighting Aemond. As he told, he didn't come as a warrior, and even if he did, the chances of getting out alive against Aemond were poor. You probably were weak in his eyes. But you weren't a coward, and you certainly weren't afraid of Aemond.

"Issi ao naejot aōha ābrar syt bona nādrēsy? (Are you willing to give your life for that bastard?)"

"Daor, yn iksan daor ao rhaenagon iā vīlībāzma (No, but I'm not letting you start a war)" You answered to him. Aemond showed you that devilish smile of his as you pointed at his throat with your dagger. His sapphire eye was as cold as his heart when it came to Rhaenyra's children. Your knuckles were turning white from holding your dagger so hard, not afraid of using it if he tried something with Lucerys.

"Nāpāstre. (Traitor.)" Aemond accused you.

"Not here! The boy came as an envoy. I will not have bloodshed beneath my roof."

The tension between you and Aemond banished after Lord Boros spoke. You put your dagger down and Aemond did the same with his after swinging it between his fingers, not breaking the eye contact with you while he did. He recomposed, his arms crossed behind his back again and he bowed in front of the Lord of Storm's End. You did too. "My apologies, Lord Borros. This will not happen again." You said to your host, Aemond left the big hall of Storm's End without saying a word.

You followed him through the hallways of the castle until you both made it to his chambers.

"Are you out of your mind?" You closed the door of the room behind you. "Do you wish to start a war?"

"Only if it ends with those bastards and the usurper of their mother dead." He covered his eye with the patch again. "She already started a war by crowning herself."

"Your mother will not let that happen. As well as she would not have allowed you to put out Prince Lucerys' eye." Mentioning Alicent was a thing that always worked for making Aemond come to his senses. Queen Alicent was more prudent than him and she took into account the consequences of his actions, not like Aemond.

"Daorys istan konīr naejot mīsagon issa skori ziry dīnagon hen ñuhon... (No one was there to protect me when he put out mine.)"

"It happened years ago. Ao istan sepār riñnyke. (You were just kids.)" You cut him off, trying to approach him to show him some comfort.

"... yet the bastards always seems to have someone around to keep them from pay for what they did." Prince Aemond's eye stared into your soul. Disgusted by your behaviour. Disgusted by how you just destroyed everything you both had and everything you could have been by defending that bastard. Disgusted by seeing you turn into one of them. Betraying your true king, betraying your own house, betraying him. Aemond walked towards you, his arms still on his back and his eyes locked on the floor. You looked at him, confused once he started walking in circles around you.

"Nyke ossēnagon ao syt bisa. (I should kill you for this.)" He stopped and stood next to you. Aemond analyzed you and how you turned into everything he hated. His grandfather, Otto Hightower, never really trusted you, like Aemond, Otto was an extremely analytic person and he noticed things no one else did. Yet his mother, his poor and naïve mother, treated you as one of the Greens, a big mistake. It had been days since Aemond had been suspecting of you, since his brother's coronation, when Rhaenys broke into the DragonPit with her dragon and looked at you as if she was asking you to leave with her. Maybe no one else noticed but Aemond did, and that was enough.

"I would like to see you try."

"I should fucking take you to King's Landing and made my brother behead you in front of the entire city so that everyone could see what happens to traitors like you." He moved in front of you, dangerously looking up and down at you. Rage in his voice as he talked to you.

"Wouldn't you like that?" What would Otto say if he ever finds out that Aemond had the chance to kill you but he did not? His mother would be so disappointed with him but would try to convince everyone that love blinded Aemond. Love? And Aegon could not stop laughing at his brother for being so fucking stupid, and Ser Criston would lose all the respect he had for him. The idea of Aemond letting you make it out alive after confessing being a traitor made the knight want to strangle the young prince and to look for you in every corner of the Seven Kingdoms to kill you with his own hands.

"Lo hen bona iksā ñuha riña, kesan ao naejot ñuha zaldrīzes. (If anybody finds out that you are carrying my child, I will feed you both to my dragon.)" And you knew that Aemond wasn't joking when he said so. When you discovered that you were with child, you didn't expect Aemond and you to start a family, all of a sudden move to a castle in some remote place and live a normal life without wars, and usurpers. No sides, no duties as a prince, and no feeling of revenge keeping him awake at night. You were being forced to hide in a tower until you gave birth. Your child would most likely have silver hair so you would be all forced to pretend it's Rhaenyra's and prince Daemon's child. Aemond was threatening your life and his unborn child's life too. You drew your dagger and pressed the point of it against his throat.

Maybe you should be the one killing him. One less problem for Rhaenyra and Daemon, and for you. The biggest dragon alive would be ritherless and you could claim him. You could end with every single soul in King's Landing, you could finish the war before it even started. "Skoro syt gaomagon ao pendagon nyke jaelagon ñuha riña naejot emagon iā kepa hae ao? (What makes you think I want my child to have a father like you?)"

"Because if so, you would not have openned your legs to me like the whore you are." Aemond could feel the point of your dagger pressing harder in the middle of his throat. He smirked while saying that, showing you that he was not scared of what you could do.

"I would have rather fucking your stupid brother. At least he is the fucking King and not some-"

Aemond's hand flew to your neck, wrapping his fingers around it and using that grip to pull you closer to him. His eye stared deeply into yours, his breathing was strong, and his lips were pressed together which meant that he was truly angry.

"I'm flying to Dragonstone." He fought the urge to choke you to death after you announced your intentions. He could end this, he could kill you right there. Either ways he would prefer to see you death than joining Rhaenyra. Your hand was already holding the dagger fatally positioned on his neck. By the time Aemond would have killed you, you would've already stabbed him to death, probably resulting in both of you dying. So tragic. The jugglers would sing about you two, the lovers that rather die than separate because of the war. The prince that betrothed to assure his brother's throne and the lady that could not take seeing his beloved one getting wedded. Nothing could be further from the truth.

"Lo īlon rhaenagon arlī, nyke'll ossēnagon ao. (If we meet again, I'll kill you)" He squeezed his fingers around your neck tighter, but still not hard enough to choke you nor to let you run out of breath either. His lips brushed against yours when he warned you and then he let go of your neck, pushing you away from him, disgusted, and making you stumble on your feet. Aemond walked past you, his shoulder hitting yours, and closed the door when he left the chambers.

After everything he said, after everything he did to you, you didn't think that he would ride Vhagar after his nephew seeking his revenge.

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Mrs. Scamander - Theseus x Reader

A/N: I think this just topped "I Do" as my favorite fic I've ever written. I took creative liberty with Theseus' mum, which I think added a bit of humor <3

Word Count: 1,556

Warnings: Fluff (?), overbearing mothers

"Does everyone know why we're gathered here today?" Mrs. Scamander asked, her ankles crossing over one another as she nursed a cup of tea in the palm of her hand, bringing it to her lips.

Theseus nodded, running a hand through his dark brown hair, "Because Newt-"

"No, not because of Newt. It's about you." She said with a sigh, watching as her oldest son's brows creased.

"What in the bloody hell have I done?" He asked, shock spread across his face.

"Watch your mouth, Theseus." She warned, "Theseus, it's come to my attention that since becoming Head Auror, something I'm very proud of you for, that you've been… lacking in other areas."

He groaned, "Mum, please…"

Newt stirred beside his brother, trying to keep Teddy from rumaging in between the couch cussions looking for spare change. Once he wrangled the niffler into the crook of his arm, awkwardly smiling up at his mother.

She cleared her throat, "Theseus, if you look around this room, you'll find that you're surrounded by the people who care about you most."

He surveyed the room and took in the cold hearted truth of it: He really only let three people close to him, and even then, "close" was an iffy term.

Before him, his mother sat in her quilted settee, a look of worry on her face as she looked her son up and down. There were bags under his eyes, his hair was disheveled, and his tie was loosened around his neck. Theseus had barely slept the night before, or any night this past month, really.

To his right, Newt sat holding Teddy, more preoccupied with wrangling the niffler than trying to help with his brother's intervension. And to his left, you were perched on the arm of the couch, the tea in your hands untouched. If it had been anyone else, he would have questioned why they were a part of a family matter. But you had practically grown up with he and Newt, so it went without questioning.

"Mum, it's a big responsibility. I'm tired, that's all." Theseus said, giving her a weak smile.

"Being "just tired" may work when you don't get a lot of sleep at night, but you're far beyond that point," Mrs. Scamander shook her head, "Is it true that you've been falling asleep in the office?"

His eyes widened, "How'd you find out about that one? Who told you?"

The room went silent, his mother sipped her tea, and all eyes fell on you.

"Y/N!" Theseus exclaimed, "It was one time!"

"One time this week, Thes. And it's only Monday. Last week it was eight. Trust me, I counted." You frowned, setting your teacup on the sidetable, "I only told her because I care about her. And I know you wouldn't listen to me if I told you to get some more rest."

He huffed, crossing her arms, refusing to look in her direction.

"Theseus, stop acting like a child. We all know it's true." His mother sighed, waving her wand to refill her tea.

"And I suppose Newt told you something, too? How I've been adding more and more sugar to my tea to keep myself awake?"

He regretted saying it as soon as the words left his mouth.

"You've what? Theseus, that's not at all good for your health and you know it!" Mrs. Scamander scolded, "No, Newt told me about the incident at Hogwarts. You were left in, for lack of better words, a prison… hanging upside down? Is that correct?"

"Newt got me out of there just fine, mum." Theseus grumbled, slumping back into the couch. He flinched when he felt something move behind his back, watching as you slid your hand out of the way. He had almost forgotten that you had been rubbing small circles in his back for the past fifteen minutes in an effort to be supportive.

"Watch your tone, Theseus." His mother warned, "Look, I know things have been difficult, especially this past few years. With your promotion, losing Leta, getting back on the right track with your brother… But it's time to make better decisions, starting with your lack of sleep."

Theseus shook his head, "Mum, I'm a grown man. I'm perfectly capable of making my own decisions."

She raised a brow and he immediately appologized, accepting his defeat, "I'll get more sleep."

"Continue."

"I promise." He finished.

"Now that that's out of the way, it's about time you settled down!" Mrs. Scamander explained, "I'm not getting any younger, Theseus, I'm in desperate need of a grandchild! Why, just across the street, the Wollenstones are expecting not one, but two grandchildren this spring! Come on, Theseus!"

"Why are you only asking me for grandchildren? Newt's here, too!" Theseus argued, but one look at Newt and he remembered why he hadn't settled down yet.

Mrs. Scamander rolled her eyes, "Newt already has someone on his mind, Theseus. The point is, you don't."

"And how do you know that?"

"Because I know my son."

Her words stung, but they were true. Between trying to rein his brother in and catch up to Grindlewald, he hadn't had much time to think about settling down with someone.

"I think it's best if I go. I have a lot of wo- resting- I need to do." Theseus swallowed the bile that rose in his throat, rising from his spot on the sofa.

"Aren't you going to stay for dinner? I made your favorite for dessert. Treacle Tarts." She frowned, waving her hand through the air to mimic the shape of the tart.

But Theseus continued walking, calling out that "that's Newt's favorite" over his shoulder.

Mrs. Scamander was about to follow after him, but you held out a hand, "Let me go, see if I can diffuse the tension."

She nodded briskly and you scurried after him, trying to catch him before he left.

You turned a corner into the hallway and another into the narrow foyer, dozens of photos of the boys hung on the wall, sprinkled in with at least a half dozen of you.

When you caught up to him, he was struggling to get his coat off the hangar, too frustrated to even think.

You approached him slowly, trying not to startle him. Placing a hand gently on his shoulder, you reached for the hangar with your other, "Let me help you."

He didn't fight you on it, his tight grip on the hangar loosening so you could grab it, his whole palm red from grasping it too hard.

Slipping the coat off, you set put the hangar back in the closet before helping him slip into the navy blue coat. Once it was over his shoulders, he turned back to you, a gentle smile on his face, "You were always too good to me."

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in for a tight hug, and you grinned, "Always were a hugger, weren't you?"

Theseus stiffled a laugh, "Would you have it any other way?"

"No, I suppose I wouldn't."

You untangled yourself from him and he sighed, "I'll see you later, Y/N."

"Goodbye, Theseus." You smiled, and before he knew what he was doing, he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

He then turned to walk out the door, not giving one thought about what he had just done. Then it hit him: he had kissed you. And, surprisingly, you had kissed him back.

Before the door could shut, Theseus turned and opened it back again. You stood in the exact spot you had been standing in when he had left, but your fingertips were now touching your face, a large smile spread across your lips.

Theseus couldn't help but smile back, taking long strides towards you as he tangled one hand in your hair, the other settling on your waist as he leaned in for another kiss.

Your hands found his shoulder and his chest as you fell into the embrace, lips moving against his.

Chances are, the two of you would have stayed like that for hours if it hadn't been for the clatter of a teacup on the floor.

Your heads whipped around to see Mrs. Scamander standing in the middle of the foyer, her eyes wide, tea seeping through the marble floors. She began jumping up and down, "Good Godric, it happened! Newt, it happened!"

Within seconds, she was bursting through the front door, bounding across the street to the Wollenstones, "Agatha, you won't believe it, I'm going to be a grandmother! Agatha!"

You and Theseus couldn't help but laugh, and you leaned your head into his chest, watching as his mother told the whole street about what she had witnessed, "I can't say I'm surprised."

"That my mother is sharing our moment with the whole neighborhood? Me neither."

"That's Mrs. Scamander for you." You giggled, your hand entwined with his.

"Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? Mrs. Scamander." Theseus teased.

"Watch it, Theseus." You responded, raising a brow, "But for the record, I prefer gold bands over silver."

Back in the tea room, you could hear Newt call out, "That's what Teddy prefers, too, so I'd be careful if I were you!"

The two of you laughed, releasing the breath you had been holding for far too long.

#theseus scamander x y/n #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #theseus-scamander #harry potter imagines #fanfiction #theseus scamander #theseus x reader #theseus scamander x reader #theseus scamander one shot #theseus scamander x you #scamander #scamander brothers #hogwarts #newt scamander #theseusscamander #harry potter fic

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Ok so what about a Indiana Jones kind of Jazz?

After a decade or so ghost king Danny and the rest of team phantom successfully manage bring some real order and stability to the ghost zone. That is when Jazz begins to feel out of place. Almost her entire life has been dedicated to looking out for and raising Danny but he has outgrown her. She is proud of him but it still leaves her feeling lonely as Sam and Tucker were always Danny's friends and she really didn't have close friends of her own.

Jazz decides to try and focus on her mortal life and gets a doctorate maybe even becoming a professor. It is personally fulfilling but she still feels empty and adrift now that she has to live for herself and not focus on raising and helping Danny.

So, hoping to feel helpful and useful once again she starts to hunt down ghostly artifacts in the mortal realm and returns them to the ghost zone. Her time off from teaching is spent traveling the world finding and liberating these lost ghostly artifacts.

Cue her crossing paths with the outlaws during one of her Indiana Jones adventures. Maybe the all caste or untitled had something from the infinite realms which causes Jason and the outlaws to encounter her. She seems nice but really a university professor shouldn't be meddling with these things as it is too dangerous.

Jason and the others after seeing Jazz use her liminal strength and amazon fighting abilities (thank you pandora) to wipe the floor with a bunch of baddies: "So you're a teacher?"

Jazz with her sunshine smile and laugh: "Part time."

Also imagine them all being bruised and battered facing some great big intimidating final boss kind of entity and Jazz just lets out an exhausted sigh and shoots it with an ecto-weapon that immediately sends it back to the GZ without a fight.

Huh I feel like I kinda got carried away with this lol

Anyway just Jazz eventually finding a place to call home with the outlaws. Just a group of friends that love each other (romantic or platonic) and do their best to help each other through life

First of all, I have to confess I've never seen a Indiana Jones movie. It's ingrained in pop culture enough that I can follow this post, so we cool.

I've seen some "artifact recovery" plotline going around and I love it!!!

Honestly It tracks that maybe Jazz started because her brother was in danger or something, maybe a dangerous royal relic was stolen and she was the closest and she had the skills to do it.

And then she likes it a bit too much? Accidental adventure turns into her passion!

I love the Outlaws! I'm weak to Roy and Kory version, so I'll go with them.

They would clash SO MUCH! Both parties insisting that they got it, they don't need help, the other don't know the forces they are dealing with-

And BAM!

Forced to work together! (I'm also weak to meet ugly hehe)

They see Jazz body slam someone and charge with a shield or something and Roy looks at Jason and says "Maybe we DO need an amazon in the team?" and Jazz like "What the hell are you talking about? I'm not an Amazon, I'm a professor."

Kory: "I thought professors were stuffy old men with a big belly?"

Jazz: "Sadly, you have just described my boss."

jjsjsjsjjs I LOVE THIS.

Found family shenanigans, maybe OT4 (I'm WEAK), they are just---- I love them.

Thanks for the ask!!!

#gil answers #danny phantom #batman dc #dp x dc #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp crossover #the outlaws

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naquey · 2 months

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Adoption Time!

Another idea brought to you by my irl friend!

Summary: The children of Mondstat have no parents; on a visit to Mondstat, Wriothesly notices this and decides he and Neuvillette are their dads now. Neuvillette cannot stop him.

Actually, it was Neuvillette's trip to Mondstat. He just brought along Wriothesley to act as a bodyguard. The hydro dragon sovereign knew there were far too many fatui agents in Mondstat as in Fontaine.

One could never be too prepared.

They were meeting the acting head of the Favonious Knights in her office when a young girl traipsed by. Her head was down, and her shoulders hunched inward. Glancing at the Iudex, who was more preoccupied with checking the time on his watch, he looked back at the young girl dragging her feet to a room off the side.

"Are you okay? Where are your parents?"

Klee raised her head at the new voice; her eyes sparkled when she saw the tired Duke of Meropide. A grin stretched across her face. For a moment, Wriothesley thought he was just seeing things and that she wasn't actually sad.

"Do you wanna play once I'm out of time out? We can go fish blasting in the lake! We just can't let Jean catch us... She's scary..."

Wriothesley swore his heart was going to explode. There were kids in Meropide all the time because their parents were imprisoned there or they did something to get convicted. But Klee, he loved her smile and that twinkle in her eyes. It needed to be protected at all costs.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Wriothesley. Was Klee bothering you?"

"No, no, not at all." Wriothesley turned to the tall blonde in the white suit. "I was just wondering if she's alright."

"She was just on her way to the time-out room." Jean shot a pointed look at Klee, not necessarily upset or disappointed. Just stern.

Klee's smile turned into a pout, and Wriothesley felt his heart squeeze in his chest.

"Forgive me for asking, but are you her mother?"

"Me? Oh no, no, no. Not her mother. Just concerned for her well-being is all."

"Where are her parents?"

"Her..." Jean was taken aback, regaining her composure quickly. "Mother is out adventuring, and her father... Well, her father..."

The door to the solitary confinement room creaked open as Klee made her way inside.

"You said her name was Klee, yes?"

Jean nodded.

"Wait, Klee." Wriothesley stopped her before entering the room. She turned around slowly, curious eyes glancing at Jean for a moment.

"How would you feel about coming with me to the Fortress of Meropide?"

She was smiling once again.

"Wait, wait, wait."

Wriothesley turned to her.

"It's underwater, and my husband can easily make her bombs harmless."

"You have a husband?" Jean rose a brow.

"Yes."

"If it's alright with Klee." Jean chuckled. "Be sure to bring Albedo with you. He would tear Mondstat apart looking for her."

"Is he like her big brother?"

"Big brother Albedo is coming!" Klee gasped. "Yay! Big brother!"

Neuvillette observed Klee and Albedo for a moment, arms crossed and a blank look on his face. Wriothesley was smiling with a hopeful look in his eyes. The Iudex sighed and shook his head.

"You've brought two children back when it was only a business meeting?"

"I had to! They have no parents!" Wriothesley had a pout of his own, making puppy dog eyes.

Neuvillette's only weakness. Other than Sigewinne, of course.

It wasn't that the hydro sovereign dragon was going to tell Wriothesley to take them back to Mondstat. If anything, he was expecting this to happen, considering Wriothesley's background.

"Can we go fish blasting in here?" Klee pulled a bomb in the shape of a bunny from her backpack.

"She has bombs?!" Neuvillette's eyes bulged out of his head.

The Iudex should have refrained from bringing Wriothesley to Liyue because there wasn't much he would have needed to protect himself from, not that he was firm in his own sense. It was just his way of spending time with his beloved. Klee and Albedo were already essentially adopted, along with another of Klee's big brothers, Benett. The traveler even confirmed that Benett had no family. Neuvillette knew he did but didn't say anything.

Wriothesley was left to his own devices while Neuvillette met with Ningguang, the Tianquan of the Qixing.

The streets bustled with life. Merchants on almost every corner trying to sell something to tourists. He noticed a little brunette-haired girl with a backpack akin to Klee's pulling along her lavender-haired friend.

When Neuvillette returned, Wriothesley, Yao Yao, and Qiqi awaited him. The Duke of Meropide had a big smile while Yao Yao and Qiqi were looking at silk flowers nearby. Neuvillette sighed and face palmed.

"Dear, we cannot simply adopt them unless- "

"They don't have parents."

"Do they have guardians?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Positively. I asked around to make sure. Although the nice doctor at Bubu Pharmacy did say he wanted notes or something."

Then Wriothesley got an idea.

"Sigewinne would love them, and Klee would have more siblings to play with."

Neuvillette just couldn't say no, especially when Wriothesley looked so happy.

Neuvillette had no business in Inazuma. It was like he wanted to wait to meet with Raiden Shogun. Fighting Archons is its own event entirely. To put it bluntly, they were here looking for orphans. The traveler had informed Wriothesley that a lot of kids in Inazuma either have no parents or have rather horrible parents after they saw Wriothesley was adopting kids.

They were in the forest for quite a bit. Wriothesley wondered if the stall merchants told him there were orphans in the woods to get him to leave them alone.

Then he saw it.

Something in the grass rustled. Then the trees started to rustle. At first, he thought it was a tanuki, but then out popped a little girl. She yawned and stretched, rubbing her eyes with the backs of her hands. When she saw the Iudex and the Duke, she made a surprised animal noise and rolled up into a ball, hiding in her tanuki disguise.

Sayu was promptly lured out with snacks and told she would have a proper place to sleep because they were adopting her.

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thepaintedlady00 · 1 year

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Would like to request . Of female reader/morpheous desire tried to sabotage her and dream making her feel inferior to all his ex partners. Even throwing her dream of having a family with morpheous is the future telling her and rubbing in her face that she’s human and he’ll eventually get tired of her .

She’s isolates herself after this and end things with morpheous even though they had started dating recently her hopes are crushed she falls into depression eventually Morpheous finds out desire was involved. They fight and it get heated. Desire never seeing morpheous like this tells him everything he said . Morpheous is still livid threatening desire that to not get involved ever again. He won’t stop the next time.(kill)

Morpheous tells her how much he loves her and that her dreams of being together and starting a family are not delusional or stupid.🥺 end with romantic night .

Eventually get married and have that family

Desire is such a chaotic shit, I both love them and hate them 😂 Thank you for the request!

"You're just another human pet," Desire's words still echoed in you mind. "My big brother has had so many just like you over the eons. He'll get bored eventually, like he always does and then you'll be all alone."

Alone. That had been the word to break you and had ultimately been what led you here. Though you were in your home nothing felt right, and you supposed nothing would now that you'd ended things with the only man... being in this cold and harsh world that you ever truly loved. Dream had been confused... he'd asked what he did wrong, as if such a thing were possible, and you'd had to tell him the ugly truth. "You don't end up with someone like me, Dream. You are stars and midnight and Endless. I'm nothing more than a human, a pet. It was never going to work."

YOU had ended it, had abandoned the ship before it could even fully set sail... had abandoned it before it could sink. But then why? Why did it still hurt so badly? You didn't feel like doing anything but lay in bed and wait for the horrible pain to subside, that was if it ever did.

Dream had not fared much better. The Dreaming was drenched in rain, the downpour refusing the cease as the king worked himself to the bone. He focused on every tiny problem in his realm and sought to fix it, but everyone could tell he was only doing so to keep from feeling the full brunt of pain your absence caused him. But there was something plaguing his thoughts, something you'd said that night. Pet.

It was a simple word, one that wasn't out of place in the conversation you'd had, but it sounded far too forced coming from you. Pet. Then it hit him, his siblings voice echoing in his mind all the times they'd called you such in conversations. Desire was behind this. Rage and centuries of old pain resurfaced as he marched to his gallery and picked up the blackened heart. "Desire. Speak with me."

Their laughter echoed all around him. "Brother dearest, it's so good to hear your voice."

"I'm coming to you," was all he said, giving them little time to prepare for his long and furious strides as he crossed the room and lifted them up by the neck. "What did you say to her?"

Desire forced their smile to stay in place, but Dream could see the fear building in their eyes. "I've no idea wha-"

"WHAT DID YOU SAY TO HER?!" He demanded, voice curling like shadows around them and sending a shiver up Desire's spine.

"Only the truth." He squeezed their throat. "I told her of your past loves... told her that your pairing was never meant to last and that you would eventually find another. She is only human after all."

Dream pulled them in close, forcing their golden eyes to meet his. "You'd best remember this moment, sibling, the next time you entertain the thought of speaking to her again. Because next time I hear your vile lies in her mouth, I will not hesitate to kill you, consequences be damned."

"This one is different, isn't she?" Desire asked with a weak grin. "I've never seen you so tense before."

He threw them to the ground and turned away, leaving them and their realm behind him to seek you out. You weren't expecting him, you'd even gone so far as staying up to avoid him, so when he appeared in your room and called out your name you screamed, jumping out of your bed and holding your hand over your chest. "Dream! God damn it! What... Why are you here?"

You tried to quickly hide the used tissues and the mess you'd let your room fall into whilst you pitied yourself. Dream ignored it all, his beautiful eyes trained on you. "I know what happened... what made you feel the need to end things between us."

"You..."

"My sibling had no right to come to you, and certainly had no right to fill your mind with lies."

"Were they lies though?"

He sighed. "Most of it was truth. My past relationships have not been... ideal. But what they said about you being my pet, about how I could never give you the things you wished for... could never love you as deeply or wholly as you love me. Those were lies."

You shook your head. "It won't work. I'm-"

"You are everything I could ever want," he said moving closer, so close he could reach out and touch you if he wished. "Every moment I spend with you is the greatest of my life. Endless or not, you remain at the forefront of my mind. I have seen your dreams, the ones of us living a happy life with a family of our own and I know you thought they were out of reach, delusional even, but they are not. I want the same, have thought of such a future with you from the moment you became mine."

The minute the words left his beautiful mouth you slumped into his arms. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have let them get in my head."

He pulled you tightly to him and chuckled. "All that maters is you're with me once again. That you believe I speak the truth."

"I know, I'm just..." you sighed. "I don't want you to get bored of me."

Dream pulled away and looked down at you, his light smile telling you exactly how ridiculous the idea was to him. "Bored of you? My love, I could never be bored of you. Not when you are everything my heart has longed for and more. But, if words will not be enough to convince you then I shall have to use action."

Action was a kind and mild word for how the two of you spent the following hours. Your love for one another only grew stronger over the coming years, and even more so when Death offered you her gift. Eternity beside Dream was all you could have hoped for, though being his wife and the mother of his children was just as fulfilling. Neither of you had ever been happier, though that could always change, eternity would be a very long time.

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iwishiwas-anita · 7 months

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The Queen that once was, but never was again.

When the Queen died, all eyes were on her.

She was the sister of the King, an available and honorable match, so naturally, the first option would be her.

Should be her.

The Queen has died and with her death, she has taken a possible heir with her, a male heir.

It doesn't matter that the king has a much older, capable daughter, that she— Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen is a capable heir to the throne.

No, it only matters that she has a cunt, and not a cock, it doesn't matter that their thirst, their ignorance has caused the Queen’s death, for the king to lose his beloved wife and for a child to lose its mother, no they don't care for that, they don't care for that at all.

So when Queen Aemma takes her last breath on the birthing bed, she’s called back to King’s Landing under the guise of a funeral, but everyone knows. Everyone knows why she’s summoned and she’ll be damned if she suffers the same fate.

She didn't allow herself to be married off to the highest bidder moons ago, she won't now.

Not even to her brother.

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She walked into the carriage that waited outside the dragon pit, the footman helping her inside. She stiffly sat on the cushioned seats as the carriage lurched forward and began moving.

To others it might seem as if she was to spend time with her family, to mourn the loss of her good sister, but she was riding to war. A war between dragons, that she was sure, fire would be spewed and blood would be shed.

She hated being back here, hated the nauseating smell of flea-bottom and the many eyes of King’s Landing. That's why she left, ran away, whatever anyone wants to call it.

When they crossed the gates of the Red Keep, it felt as if she had entered another world. She could feel the dense atmosphere weighing her down, and the fire in her veins sparked, she needed to stand tall, chin up, back straight. She was a Targaryen, closer to gods than men.

The carriage stopped and the door was opened. Taking a slow breath she got up from her seat and made it out the door. She looked around, the gray sky making everything look dull, not a single ray of sunlight. It seemed that the gods had a read on everyone’s mood and graced them with the weather just like it.

She is led inside the red keep, given a room different from her youth, and left to be at peace. She has a few moments to herself when someone is announced at the door.

Daemon Targaryen

It's a wonder seeing him again, a grin blooms on her face. “Sister” he whispers, and it's funny how once upon a time he would have had to call her wife.

He tells her how things have been, how dear Viserys has grown weak, has allowed snakes to sink their fangs into him, and has allowed for drift to grow between the brothers. She laughs as he tells her he’s been banished from Kings Landing more times than he can count, but he always comes back.

It's so similar to when they were young when Viserys would grow angry with him and wouldn’t speak for days.

It was simple back then, their only worries were how big their dragons would have to be for them to ride.

She tells him of her adventures, of all the things she’s seen and done, and all he has to say to her is a wry grin and “Coming back here, you're signing away your freedom.”

And just like that he manages to bring her to reality, The smile melts off her face and the girlish feeling in her chest shrivels up, She stiffly nods, “I’m aware of that, my dear twin.”

She gathers herself up, “I've merely just come to remind Viserys of something I thought we’d settled years ago.”

He grins at her words, hand settling on Dark sister’s handle, “Yes” he hums, “I'm quite sure I remember that.”

“Good. I’m glad it has stuck with you too brother.” she smiles

He chuckles, “Don't worry sister, I am already wedded.”

A smirk spreads across her lips, “Of course, How could I forget? And where is Lady Rhea?”

“In the Vale.”

Confusion paints her face, “Why is she not here? Surely, she’d have the decency to pay her respects to the king, no less her good Brother”

Daemon hums but gives her no answer, They settle into silence, each observing the other, until finally, she breaks it, “How is the princess?”

Daemon looks taken aback by her question, and it is to be expected after all she has only seen her niece a total of 2 times; her birth and first name day.

“She is…. well,” he says

“I can imagine how hard this is for her.” After all, she did lose her mother. It seems that all Targaryen women were destined for the same fate. What a tragedy.

Their reunion is cut short when he dismisses himself. She is left to wander her temporary chambers, the view from her window is of the distant hills of King Landing, away from the commotion of flea bottom. It seems that Viserys is attempting to please her.

***

The next morning she's awakened by servants, all busting about her rooms, opening curtains, preparing her bath, and getting rid of her chamber pots and such. She rises from the bed and goes to freshen up, finally stepping into the gown she had packed, a simple dark gown with a fitted bodice and sleeves, encrusted with red and obsidian gems, her handmaiden braiding her hair into a simple two braids connecting at the back.

Despite being used to wearing this type of clothing, she finds that she misses the comfortable breeches and soft linen chemise, she can practically hear the outrageous exclamations from the women of the court if she were to present herself in that way. They would truly believe she has lost her senses.

She’s escorted through the halls of the red keep and to the council room. She expects to see lords of neighboring lands, even the Hand. But when he goes inside only the King is there waiting for her.

The years have not been kind to Viserys, although he still looks the same there’s an exhaustion that hangs onto his frame. A sadness that reminds her of those merchants that sell on the streets, it’s pathetic seeing someone so mighty being brought down to this.

“My King.” she greets him bowing down slightly.

“Sister,” he says

She rises and finds him with his arms extended out, She walks over and into his arms, wrapping hers around him.

They pull back and stare at one another, The last time she saw his face she had a sword trained on it.

“How have your travels fared?” he asks

She manages not to roll her eyes, she knows he doesn't care, knows that the night she left he sent out word about her disappearance that if she was ever to be found she was to be dragged back to king's landing, “They were well. You should do it sometime, Brother. Get out of the castle’s walls, see the world.”

He hums noncommittally, hands clasped together, “Yes, well... Some of us have certain duties to tend to.”

Her eye twitches at that, “Yes, I'm sure,”

“And how have your duties treated you, Hm?”

She holds her hands behind her back, a smirk building on her lips, She knows she shouldn't but she can't help it, She begins to pace around the room “Daemon tells me how you’ve been…. Exceptionally dutiful these past years. He tells me how you’ve made yourself a king who changes history and tradition”

A wry smile crosses his face, his shoulders tense, “I'm sure he has.”

“Yes, but enough about Daemon,” she comes to a stop, staring straight into his eyes, “I've returned for you, dear brother,” she presses a hand to her chest, “I offer my deep condolences, Aenma was a kind, beautiful woman and an honorable Queen.”

He nods, chin resting on his chest, Silence remains, only the crackle of the fireplace accompanying them. She knows what comes next, she has seen it enough times to know so. The regret and guilt and the victimizing that they all play, the “oh I wished I had known better”, it's all a sham.

He sighs, “I… I loved Aenma with all my heart. I wish I could go back and stop myself from–”

He grows quiet and for the first time in forever, she sees him, Viserys, her elder brother, and not the king, not petty arguments and strategic ploys, just Viserys.

“A Targaryen alone in the world is a terrible thing, Sister,” he murmurs

She looks at him sideways, arms crossed against her chest.

He rushes towards her, his hands holding hers, “I am all alone in this.” he whispers

She scoffs and shakes her head, “No you’re not, You have Daemon–”

“Daemon?!” his fingers tighten, “Daemon doesn't understand what I'm trying to do, at every turn he seeks to ruin me, to ruin her.”

“I need you, Ella.”

She looks at him, his hands enveloping her fingers, she loves him, loves her family, but she can't… she can't put herself aside for his dreams, for him….

“I… I can't, Viserys”

She takes a breath, ignoring his hardening expression, “I love you, Brother, I do. I would go to war for you, I would kill a thousand men with my bare hands for you but this… this I cannot do. I'm not suited for this, I am not.”

His mouth opens but she pushes on, “I have no taste for duty, Viserys, I don't.”

His lips grow thin, and he appraises her hands, he suddenly pulls her close, arms wrapping around her, face tucked into her neck, “Rhaella, I am asking this not as your king, But as your Brother, I beg you, to please help me in this, nothing has to be decided now, I just need your support in this, Understand?”

The scent of pine and spice surrounds her, she feels her eyes beginning to burn, and his arms tighten around her, “I know you don't…. enjoy life at court, But I promise you, nothing will happen without us discussing it first.”

“Please, Rhaella.” He breathes.

She knew he was buttering her up, trying to get her to lower the defenses so she would say yes, and as much as she hated it, they were working. She had been away from home for so long, she had missed so much.

She stepped out of his embrace and looked up at him. She could see in his eyes how much he wanted her to agree and honestly, that made her feel good, made her feel... on fire.

She could almost imagine it, her; Queen of the seven kingdoms, but that position was more than influence and power, it meant heirs. She wasn't afraid of much, but the childbed terrified her, more than any creature or being could.

She had to refuse, she had to make sure he understood that she wouldn't do this, she would burn armies and cities to the ground for him, but not this, never this.

That was the plan, that was what she wanted to say, but imagine her terror when all that fell from her lips were; “Very well.”

And as he brought her in for an embrace, all she felt was a touch so cold, that it's a wonder she is still a Targaryen.

***

She stayed.

She stayed in Kings Landing for a year.

She stayed with him throughout, she stood by him and supported everything he did. She stayed when Daemon raged after Rhaenyra was named heir, and she fought the lords of the kingdom when they tried to oppose his word. Her loyalty never wavered, not for one second.

They worked as one single unit, like a proper family. It felt like one, despite the looming question above her head.

She knew Viserys would talk to her first, knew that he wouldn’t do anything without talking it out with her. He swore it to her. Everyone acted as if the decision was already made as if she were already Queen.

When she walked through the halls servants bowed until she was out of sight, and her chambers were constantly filled with imported goods from all over, the finest of silks, the delicious and delicate scents of oils for her baths. Mysterious gifts would appear, mostly jewels and sometimes gowns and beautifully crafted blades from The free cities.

The worst of it all was when Rhaenyra came to her after her flight with Rhaegal, The princess and her had developed a… tentative sort of friendship, she knew why she was here, knew that she was the replacement for her mother, and like any child, she’s apprehensive about that, she knows she would have been. But that all melted away when she had approached her and told her with the most sincerity; “I wouldn’t mind it if you were my stepmother.”

She’d never had the urge to mother children, but the way Rhaenyra had looked at her when she said that made her understand why so many put up with it.

It all seemed that she was Queen all but in name, that all Viseyrs needed to do was announce it to his court, arrangements for marriage were all that was needed, she thought that was Viserys’s plan, that he was was just waiting for the perfect moment to ask her, and when he did, she would say yes. He had shown her what life at court could be like, that her duties wouldn't take too much from her, that she could learn to enjoy them.

But then… something happened, something horrible. Rhaenyra had stormed into her quarters, tears streaming down her face, fire in her eyes, and with a snarl so akin to a dragon she said, “It was supposed to be you.”

“Why did he pick her?!”

And she knew, she just did.

At first, she cried, she didn't understand why she did, but then after some moments, when the shame and humiliation curdled in her stomach and bubbled into it all rested on her tongue, she raged.

She ran, through the halls, skirts fisted in her hands, blood rushing in her ears, Rhaenyra’s teary face flashing in her mind, She dashed past a fuming Corlys Velaryon, knowing for sure what had happened.

He had humiliated her,

Had made a joke of her, of…. of… of her kindness, of her loyalty!

She slammed the council room doors, the echoing crack silencing whatever conversation was taking place. Her eyes roamed over every lord sitting there, until stopping at a little thing of a girl. When her eyes laid on her the girl shrank even further into herself, She shifted her gaze to the Hand, a smug smirk playing at his lips.

“Sister.”

Viserys called to her, She stepped into the room, noting how tense everyone seemed to be, and stood at the end of the table, facing Viserys head-on, his confusion clear on his face, and her blood burned.

“Nothing will happen without us discussing it first.” she declared, staring straight at him, watching as realization filled his gaze.

He rose from his chair, “Leave us.” he murmured and everyone scrambled out, everyone but the Hand, that fucking cunt.

She glared at him from her place, her fingers tingling with the urge to grab a sword and behead the man, How dare he? “He said, “leave!” she roared and reluctantly he got up, his gaze remained on her as he walked out of the room.

Rage bubbled under her skin, the fire seemed to grow inside her, burning her up inside urging her to let it out, “That's what you told me, You said, ‘Nothing will happen without us discussing it first’, isn't that right!?”

He sighed, hands pressed to the table, “I don't understand,” Exasperation paints his face, “I thought you’d be happy”

“You humiliated me!”

His shock is evident, “Humiliate you?”

“You chose some Hightower bitch instead of me, You made everyone believe it was to be me, just to pick someone else.”

He had strung her along, had made a fool out of her, Her fists clenched at her sides, nails digging into the meat of her palms “You used my loyalty, my…. My love and when you were done you threw it back in my face.”

She could feel the fire burning at her throat, he fooled her, he made her believe that he had changed, that things would be different,

Tears were pricking at her eyes, so hot it seemed as if they were lava, “Why did you bring me here, Viserys? Why?”

She sighs exasperatedly, suddenly tired of it all, “Did you wish to get back at me, to punish me for what happened years ago, for defying you?”

His eyes widened, “No!”

“I wished for us to be together, House of Targaryen united once more.”

The fool, “We were!” she roars, “I was with you every step of the way, but you chose to invite strangers into our house”

Why is he so foolish, what happened to the intelligent Viserys, the Viserys that promised to keep their house great, She rounds the table and walks over to him, a finger pointed at his chest “You said a Targaryen alone in the world is a terrible thing’ you made it seem as if we were lost, as if we were gone but we weren't, you separated us. You chose to make Daemon leave, you chose to kill your wife—”

A hand shoots out, cold fingers wrapping tight around her throat, Her eyes widen as she stares at him, but he makes no move to let go so she wrenches back, holding in the wince as his fingernails scratch at her throat.

They stare at each other, his eyes widened at what he had done, “Rhaella–”

“Look at you, You let a snake sink its teeth into our house, and now we all must suffer for your foolishness. The poison is spreading, Viserys and it will kill us all.”

Her voice rings around the room, her heaving breaths trailing after it, The air smells of ash, it smells of the aftermath of a Dragon's rage.

With one last look at her brother’s face, she turns around and leaves.

Not just the room, but the castle entirely, the whole capital.

She pushes through the doors, feet moving quickly, bowling over servants and guards, her breath ragged but never stopping for one second, As she rounds a corner she feels herself slam onto a hard surface, She pushes herself away and her eyes meet the hazel eyes of a man not even deserving of a name.

The Hand of the king pin shines gold as the sunlight hits it, such a thing how something representing honor and loyalty can be worn by such a farce.

Her eyes harden and the ever-present rage begins to toil. She knows he did this to her, knows that he had poisoned Viserys against his own family, knows that he is to blame, but she also knows that there won't be anything she can do without Viserys hating her.

She stands up straight, eyes meeting his despite the obvious height difference, but she won't let that deter her, she will stare the old crow in the eye no matter what. He even has a smug smile painted on, If Daemon were here she can't help but think if that smile would still be painted on when his head hit the ground.

“The day may yet come when you will find yourself a husband, Princess,” he says, the smile still present.

She tries to swallow back the poison nestling in her tongue but at last, there’s only so much she can do, “I could say the same for you, Lord hand. The day may yet come when you will find yourself a lady wife, pity that the last one couldn't handle her duties.”

Poison drips from her mouth, so hot it feels like fire. She leans closer to him, a devilish glint in her eye and a smile too wide, “I do hope your daughter doesn't suffer the same fate.”

She leans back, small satisfaction curling in her chest as the insult digs deep into him, curling around his heart causing his eyes to widen and an affronted look to replace the smug smile he once wore

She pushes forward, making sure that he’s the one to move from her path as she continues on her way.

She rids herself of the skirt of her gown and stalks through the halls of Maegor's holdfast, ignoring the servant's startled shouts. She calls for her dragon, his shrieks echoing after her thunderous footsteps as she makes her way out of the Red Keep. She marches out into the many hills of Kings Landing and prepares herself for Mount Rhaegal when a shout echoes from the distance.

“Aunt!”

The heir to the iron throne ran towards her, stopping near enough that she could still hear her but far enough that Rhaegal wouldn't be unsettled.

“Where are you going?”

She appraised the young princess, the betrayal still present on her face. Someone as young as her shouldn't have to bear the hurtful truth of the world, and shouldn't have to be anything more than a joyful young girl, but at last, the world is cruel.

“I am leaving, Princess.”

“Why?”

“My time here is done, I’m no longer needed”

“I need you.”

She grows silent, and the sadness creeping in is clear on her face, She pets Rhaegal’s neck, and dismounts, coming to stand in front of her, from this close she can see the unshed tears gathering at her eyes. “Please do not go.”

Grabbing a hold of her face, and pressing a quick kiss to her forehead, “I have to, My Sweet, your father is a fool that will damn us all, do not let his cowardice and idiocy ruin you.” she whispers to her before making her way to her awaiting dragon. She mounts him once more and with a sharp, “Soves” he rises from the ground, and she leaves Kings Landing for the second time in her life.

***

She leaves for Braavos.

It's great open skies call to her.

Word spreads quickly of a Targaryen in Braavos, lords, merchants, and the common folk come out to see her, all waiting anxiously to get a glimpse of her.

A glimpse of the once Queen.

She visits brothels, she buys, she drinks, she gambles, and does everything that she lets go of because of her brother.

By the end of it all, the days blur together and she can no longer tell where she is or who she's with.

***

Word reaches her of the King’s new marriage, a grand event that lasts a whole week, with tourneys, balls, and hunts.

How much fuss they make over a child being forced into a woman’s shoes is simply ridiculous.

Soon after that, the ‘Queen’ births a son.

She sells a ruby necklace that had been gifted to her during their ‘courting’ hoping he can feel it as the smith burns it, hoping he can smell the sizzling of the metal.

***

She receives a missive from Kings Landing.

The raven that brings it to her is a beautiful creature, wings dark as night, beak and claws sharp and strong, and the red seal of the letter a stark contrast against the white scroll.

It screeches and thrills as she throws it into the fireplace, burning it alive, the wax seal melting, coating the bird's charred bones.

***

Years come and go, seasons change, blood gets spilled and bodies rot, she’s restless and in turn so is Rhaegal.

A Targaryen alone in the world is a terrible thing.

Her brother's words echo in her head, they haunt her dreams and days until she’s left with a hollow ache in her chest.

She feels that he has cursed her because she has never felt this sorrow before, has never felt the need to be with people, she hates to admit it but that year she spent in King’s Landing has changed her.

She never knew she could learn to miss that place, could never know that she’d miss Kings Landing, but she doesn't.

She misses Rhaenyra.

She misses Daemon.

She misses Viserys.

Oh her dear brother Viserys, she misses him so much.

But no sorrow can heal the sharp blade he struck her with.

***

Wind rustles her hair, whipping it around as she twirls and bowls in the sky.

She presses her hand to Rhaegal’s scales, warmth seeping through.

The cool night breeze caused gooseflesh to form on her bare arms, the night similar to when she claimed him.

She remembers that night so clearly, that night was the best of her life, but also her worst.

She remembers her father’s rage, the fire he seemed to breathe out, she remembers the unfairness of it all. Her Brothers allowed her to do whatever they wanted while she had to do what was asked of her. Every demand she had to follow while they ran wildly about King's landing.

She was a nightmare of a child, she wouldn't lie, she knew she was difficult, but so was Daemon, in truth Daemon was worse.

She didn't sire any bastards, she didn't embarrass Grandmother or her house, she was good.

But that never mattered, it never did.

She remembers how she had screamed and raged when she couldn't train alongside them when her blades and breeches were replaced by embroidery pins and dresses.

In return she cut off her long silver hair, Her father then banned her to her chambers.

Her mother never intervened, she couldn't, she was dead. The childbed had taken her.

The worst of it came when her father deemed it right to send her away to Driftmark, It was all so reminiscent to her aunt Saera, she knows that if she were here she would have defended her, would have made her father see sense, but at last, she wasn't, she had taken her chance and left the constricting walls of their station.

Rhaella knows what awaits her, a life filled with pain and false performances, and she knows how she can stop it, she knows what she needs, and she would rather die trying than stay there a moment longer.

Who knew that she had traded in her father’s love for a dragon?

***

Eventually, she grows bored of Braavos, the whores no longer excite her, the wine begins to taste like seawater, and it seems that everything she once enjoyed no longer brings her pleasure.

She feels restless, she’s airborne more than she is on land, and there's an itch in her skin that no matter how hard she scratches won't go away.

It drives her mad.

She doesn't know what she’s missing, what troubles her. She doesn't know until her blood doesn't arrive.

She’s never entertained that thought, the thought of bearing a child, of being a mother. But the more she thinks, the more she dreams, and the more she’s alone, the more she wants.

The more her heart grows for someone she hasn't met but knows so well already.

She finds that the bigger she grows, the less her skin prickles, the harder the kicks come the less alone she feels.

She doesn't need Viserys or Rhaenyra or Daemon to feel loved, she can create her own family, without having the trials of royalty, without being forced to endure the vultures' beak digging into her skin.

***

She’s dying.

She’s never been close to death, but she imagines this is what it must feel like.

Sweat pools at her back, her vision blurred and her teeth clenched. Her stomach cramps and sharp stabbing pains come from within. Why she thought she should face this alone, she doesn't know, she could have paid anyone to keep their silence, anyone that could have helped her.

She hisses as something in her pulls and begins to rip her apart, hot flashes flood her senses.

A scream tears out of her throat, Rhaegal echoing it with a roar of his own, She smells the distinctive scent of iron as something drips down her leg.

Blood.

She feels too hot, a fire burning her from the inside out, the night breeze doing little to soothe her, hands grabbing at Rhaegal’s scales as she hoists herself up. She abandoned her bed at the Inn of The Green Eel to get some privacy but how she wishes she had stayed, maybe then she wouldn't be suffering so.

A whiny grumble comes from Rhaegal and she shushes him, groans of pain leaving her mouth as she begins to walk around the small hill she rode him to.

“Fuck!” she hisses out as another roll of pain goes through her body, taking gasping breaths as she looks up at the sky, the moon gleaming up above so bright, tiny pinpricks of light accompany it.

A shudder passes through her and as her eyes stay glued to that pearl in the sky, she feels her shoulders loosen, her hands stop quaking, and the soft growls that Rhaegal releases stop. She stands in the quiet, taking in the light shining from above, the cool breeze finally managing to cool her heated skin.

It seems as if time had stopped as if the world stopped spinning, and she can hardly hear anything, She feels herself falling to the ground, knees hitting the soft grass, There's a roaring in her ears, she at first thinks it to be Rhaegal, but then her throat aches, and her mouth is wide open and just like that everything comes back.

She hears herself screaming— no howling, a wretched sound that drives fear into her heart, something rips, and something heavy falls out of her, She can hear the wet sound it makes and the soft thud as it falls to the ground.

She heaves a breath, her heart racing in her chest, She waits in silence as nothing happens, not even Rhaegal makes a sound. She looks up at him, and his fiery gaze remains locked onto the grass, where she’s kneeling on the ground.

She follows his gaze and looks down, The white nightgown she wears no longer resembles a fair maiden, a pure creature of the gods, now a demon is all that's left.

Blood colors the white, her breath rattles in her chest as she moves to touch it, in all her time, in all the deeds she has done she has never seen that much blood.

Her hands shake as she lifts the hem of the gown. She doesn't know why she wants to look, she knows what awaits her, she knows what has happened, Everyone knows the signs, the smell, the feelings, but still her hand doesn't stop, her breath is caught in her chest.

The piece of cloth rises, so gently and so slowly it hardly looks as if it were moving, but regardless, the image below is revealed to her.

This time, it's Rhaegal that screams.

She stares blankly at the… the... The thing below her.

It's no babe… no child.

It's poison.

Its skin is gray, and scales run along its arms and legs— its entire body is covered in ridges, blood, and skin tissue attached to some. It has a tail that curls around it as it feigns sleep, it seems to her that this child had died even before it was conceived.

She looks down at the scaly thing and smiles, A laugh bubbles out of her, a girlish giggle more like it, until it isn't.

Loud cackles rupture out of her mouth as she looks up at the sky, eyes wide as she laughs at it all, the absurdity of it, just when she wanted it, it was taken from her.

The gods are cruel creatures indeed.

Tears begin to suddenly drip down her face, and she screams, shrieks, and howls into the night as the body of her child grows cold.

She tears at her hair, as her heart breaks, her skin suddenly feels too tight, too small, and she can hardly breathe.

Eventually, she stops, she stops screaming, she stops crying.

She just stops.

***

The days blur together, the last thing she remembers is fire.

Smoke curling in the air, Rhaegal’s mournful cries and the dried blood crusting on her skin, her eyes burning and her heart aching, aching for…. For anything.

Anything to ease the pain, the guilt that settles in her gut, how foolish she was to want something she has despised all her life. She doesn’t know what came over her, she knew it was a bad idea, had always known it so why?

Why would she do that to herself? To that poor…. thing that came out of her. She could have died, could have given her last breath spread open on the ground, squealing like a pig.

Her body is all wrong, all backwards. Her breast produce milk for a baby that is not there. Her stomach cramps up on its own, a deep emptiness that some days she can’t make it out of bed.

From time to time, blood pours from her, deep russet rivers that make her believe that this time she will die. That whatever cursed her wasn’t done with her.

The worst of it all is when she sees it.

Some nights her dreams grasp her tightly, not letting her go when the nightmares sink their claws into her and an empty cradle calls out to her. When she hears a babe’s shrill cries coming from dark shadows, from dark corners, from inside her.

When she looks down at her stomach her breath rattles and her heart stops seeing something moving inside. Something pushes against her skin until finally she’s ripped open as it crawls out.

Her screams blend with Rhaegal’s, but instead of fire spewing from her mouth, blood pours out.

The worst of it all is when fire consumes her whole being, but instead of the comforting yellow tones, green laps at her skin. A wild green fire that chills her bones and leaves her heart frozen.

She’s tired, she can’t sleep anymore. Can’t force herself to lie down waiting for some horror to claim her.

She wants to go home.

She wants to go back to when she was little, when her father was alive and he used to look at her with wonder. When Daemon and Viserys would take her to flee bottom and no one cared what they did. When Mother was alive and everything seemed brighter. When her home wasn’t filled with snakes preying on her brother, on her family.

She wants it so badly.

Yearns for it.

***

The wind ruffles her hair, her chemise. Her arms, her face. It whips all around her as Rhaegal dips and twirls. The chains at her saddle clink as the force moves them about.

Her hands grip the handle as Rhaegal, dips down claws dipping into the sea below them, he raises his head and begins to climb up into the sky, wings beating faster and faster until they are above the clouds, the morning sun glaring at them.

She looks around her, but she only sees white. She imagines that this is what being with the gods must be like; eternal light and peace all around.

She feels weightless, and almost as if she were possessed she loosens the chains at her legs, the ones anchoring her to the saddle. They give away with a sharp clink, but she can't hear it, all she does hear is a soft voice calling to her, beckoning her in,

Fly,

Fly with me.

The chain falls off, dropping down into the emptiness below, and she, right now, should land Rhaegal. She should hold on as hard as she can until they are safely on land, but she doesn't.

She lets go.

And she soars.

“Don't Worry, I’ll be the one to marry you.” He whispers, his warm hand clutching hers, They stand side by side watching from above as Viserys courts sweet Aemma.

Knots grew in her stomach, dreading the day when it would be her standing down there, some nameless lord clutching at her hands, promising her things he’d never do once he had her in his bed.

She turned to look at him, a slight smirk curling on his lips, “You will?” she asked him, a tinge of worry seeping in.

He smiles and nods, squeezing her hand once, “We’ll be together forever, We came into this world together and we will leave it together. I won't let some old man snatch you away.”

She grins and presses a kiss to his cheek, Her heart lifts and the squirming inside her stomach stops, she can finally breathe, knowing that with him, she’ll never have to do anything she doesn't want to. That with him she’ll be free.

She was such a fool back then, a naive little fool.

She tumbles through the air, hears a roar, and looks up Rhaegal’s claws coming closer to her, he sweeps in and they wrap around her.

They squeeze her too tight but she stays still as he drops her on land, he lands a few feet away from her and she groans as she rolls around.

He roars so loud that it reverberates in her bones and she can see him, raging at her foolishness, Fire spews from his mouth and paints the skies orange.

She looks at him, she can feel his worry for her, his anger, his fear of potentially losing her and she breaks. Her already cleaved heart shatters and tears spring in her eyes.

“I’m sorry” she sobs, She climbs to her feet and stumbles towards him, his grumbles spooking the birds, “I'm sorry” she cries once more as she collapses against his scaly chest.

“I’m sorry.”

***

She leaves Braavos.

The great skies turn out to be too big, so big she fears that they might swallow her whole.

Everything becomes too much when she mistakes a young girl for Rhaenyra when she mistakes a man for Otto and chases him, a dagger aimed at his throat.

The townspeople fear her and questions about her sanity break out when she does manage to drive a knife through a barmaid's hand.

Rhaegal makes no fuss at leaving, He knows she is hurting, and knows that his rider is slowly going mad.

Mad with grief… with betrayal… with loneliness.

She can't go back to King's Landing, she’s made a fool of herself there already. The last time she heard from Daemon he was in the stepstones fighting a losing man’s battle. She doesn't even know if he’s alive.

She’s proven wrong when she’s flying over Pentos and a familiar red beast emerges from the clouds, siding up next to her.

Daemon is a gleaming sun at his back and Rhaella feels it when warmth seeps into her bones at the sight of him.

***

When they dismount and meet each other on land she can see the dreariness on his shoulders, the heavy breaths he takes and he no longer looks like a sun, and no longer shines as bright as he did, It turns out that what she saw flying on Caraxes’s back was a skeleton, A ghost burning up, bones charring and becoming ash.

She goes to him, Rhaegal and Caraxes thrilling softly to each other. Daemon is not Daemon anymore, his fire is dulled and she fears what could have happened to put that grandiose flame out.

“Daemon” she whispers as she walks closer to him, arms wrapping around his shoulders, he stays upright for a few seconds and her hands crawl up his neck, fingers burrowing themselves into his hair and just like a puppet with its strings cut he slumps down onto her shoulder, hands grabbing at her waist.

His head shakes and his fingers dig deeper into her until finally the dam breaks and gasping breaths come from him, and that’s when she feels genuine fear. Because Daemon doesn't cry easily, never has, so whatever has happened has left him completely shattered.

“What’s happened?” she whispers, lips pressed to his head, “Tell me, Daemon, Tell me what’s happened?”

He doesn't say anything for a moment until eventually, he sputters out a “She’s dead.”

Her fingers grip him together and she fears for the worst, “Who?”

He doesn't answer her, tears just continue to drip down to her tunic, she presses him, hands moving up to his face, bringing it out of hiding, “Who, Daemon? Who’s dead?” she pleads with him.

His tear-filled eyes stare back at her, the striking lavender eyes staring into her, seeming to peer into her very being. She can see when it registers what she’s asking him and with a ragged whisper, he says “Laena.” Before dropping his head back down against her.

***

She stays with him and guides him back to the lord of Pentos’s home where he is staying. As she walks him to his room, she spies small twin faces looking at her from behind. They stare at her as she practically drags Daemon into his chambers away from their prying eyes.

Inside she can see his grief, the utter destruction that he had wrecked upon his possessions, tables turned over, cushions ripped open and shards of glass scattered on the floor.

She walks him over to the bed and drops him down on it, he stays motionless, looking up at the hanging curtains around the bed. She goes over and calls for some wine and as she waits for it, she sits down next to him, holding his hand as he melts into himself.

After a moment a maid comes in with a pitcher of wine and some cups, she quietly sets them down on the only remaining table in the room and promptly leaves. Rhaella walks over to them and pours herself and Daemon some wine. She brings it over to him, he rises with a groan and she watches as he nearly gulps down half of it, he looks up at her and she gives him a small smile, before taking a long drink from her cup.

The sweet and tart drink mellows her senses quickly and she finds herself more at ease, she hopes that it's the same for him. They drink in silence, her waiting for him to speak and him just… being. Letting everything go around him and just being in the aftermath of it all, she knows what it's like, she’s been like that ever since it happened.

He takes another sip and this time she decides to take the reins, he needs to know that he’s not alone and that he can talk to her.

Before she begins she swishes the wine around in her cup then takes a big swing from it, and sighs “I lost someone too.” She can see him looking at her but she decides to keep going, “ I didn't know them that well, they died before I could have.”

She looks down at the nearly empty goblet, seeing her reflection in the wine, “Sometimes I think I see him, that… that I hear him, that– That it didn't happen and it was all just a horrid dream”

He reaches out, hand grasping her shoulder, “Rhaella–”

She feels her throat clogging up, tears springing up in her eyes, She raises her head and turns to look at him, stopping him from saying anything more “I used to think I didn't want it, that it wasn’t for me, but then… everything changed, I didn't know it could be like that, Daemon. That you could fall in love with someone you haven't even met yet.”

The tears gathering in her eyes fall, one by one, “I didn't know I could miss something that never was, that I could yearn for it moons after it happened. I have seen death, Dameon, always had and I have shook it off but now, it won't let me go. It has sunk its claws into me and won't let me go.”

She takes a shuddering breath and gets ahold of one of his hands, “Don't let it take you too, Daemon.” She holds him tight as she looks into his eyes, willing her words to stick.

Willing him to understand.

“A Targaryen alone in the world is a terrible thing,” she whispers.

***

“We join today at the seat of the sea, to commit lady Laena of House Velaryon to the eternal waters, to the dominion of the merling King where he will guide her for all the days to come.”

It seems to her that funerals follow her everywhere she goes. She’s like a harbinger of death, forever dragging people to its door, She knows it is unpractical, knows that Lady Laena’s death was not her fault, she wasn't even near her when she passed, but still, there's poison swimming in her bloodstream, and it seems to like playing games with her head the most.

Her fourth funeral in all her life and unfortunately she was rather getting tired of them, but she needed to be here for Daemon, and his girls. The poor things shift from crying to staring solemnly at the ground, their grandmother's hand, resting on their shoulders. Princess Rhaenys, looking straight ahead, her veil seems to be a shield to her.

She stands next to Daemon, arms clasped together, She stands tall, something for him to hold onto.

She can't help but think that he’s fragile and unstable and that the presence of the snakes does not make him feel any better, but she knows that it is not Daemon who's unstable. That Daemon doesn’t need someone to hold onto.

It is Her.

It's a wonder to her that she hadn't lunged at that Hightower Queen at first glance. As much as it would please her to watch her bleed, she finds that making her squirm pleases her much more. She had tried to approach her before the funeral began but a sharp glare had stopped her in her tracks.

But Rhaenyra... Sweet Rhaenyra, who seems to be all grown up, has children, two young boys, with the darkest bed of hair and the sweetest eyes. She doesn't understand how that came to be, considering Ser Laenor’s coloring, but who is she to judge, not long ago she would have had her bastard child.

Your dead bastard child.

A dark smirk curls around her lips, her bastard child; is dead. Dead before he even took his first breath and looked at her, with not only one but two of her own. The gods certainly have favorites.

“Salt courses through velaryon blood. Ours runs thick. Ours runs true. And ours must never thin.”

Vaemond words ring around the funeral procession and no one ever dares to breathe, She looks to see Rhaenyra gather her children closer to her while Larnore can’t even look at anyone.

The poison pulses in her veins and something whispers, Everyone knows. And Rhaella can’t help it when a drop of humor lands on her tongue, she’s seeing things for what they truly are, poor Rhaenyra trying to make everyone believe in her lies, to run a blind eye at the blatantly obvious.

She sneaks a peek at Daemon and she can’t help the giggle that slips out of her when she already finds him to be looking at her. At the same time, small giggles fall from their lips and she has half a mind to stop themselves but it seems that the poison finds humor in it too.

She finally manages to wrangle her laughter under control and presses a hand to her lips, silencing any further bouts of giggling. At her side, Daemon doesn’t even try to hide the traces of their abnormal joy.

She can feel the shocked looks thrown their way and she can only guess what they might be thinking.

Soon enough, the great coffin with nobody inside is dropped to the sea, and the funeral service is done, Guests and close family spread out, some lightly talking to each other while others head to nearby tables serving refreshments.

She turns to look at Daemon, and tugs on his arm, “I’m going to get us some wine.” she sighs, he quietly nods at her and she begins to move to the table at the back. While she walks she can feel eyes on her and when she turns to look, the remorseful eyes of Viserys greet her.

He looks horrible, hair thinning, face haggard with little scars and blotches. He’s leaning back on a chair, a cane in his hand. He truly looks like an old man now, an old King.

A dying King, it whispers.

She looks down at her feet before granting him an upturn of her lips, not a smile, but something similar to it. She quickly resumes her journey and serves up two goblets of wine. She grabs them and means to head back to Daemon when she sees Viserys speaking to him, Daemon looking to get rid of him.

She looks around and spots the great cunt himself; Otto Hightower conversing with his daughter, the poison swivels in her gut and she can already feel it flooding her mind, Quickly she turns back around to face the different assorted pastries and grabs one of the goblets and quickly downing it, before setting it down on the mantle, she grabs the other and begins to make quick work on it when a cough sounds from behind her.

She turns around, and there she is, “Rhaenyra” She greets her with a small smile on her lips. She expects to be greeted in the same way but no.

Rhaenyra stays silent, just continuing to look at her, eyes roaming over her entire being, She comes forward towards Rhaella and reaches around the table, grabbing a cup of wine, before walking away to where her children stand., and Rahella couldn't be more confused, she doesn't remember doing something to upset her, well maybe laughing at her children’s situation but you can't blame her, It was rather Daemon’s fault she had laughed but before she can dwell on it even more, the man of the hour hobbles his way towards her.

She can see the short journey to her, pains him, he is not as strong as he used to be, He stands before her, hand clutching a cane, “Rhaella” he whispers

“Viserys” she breathes out, looking at this poor old man who used to stand so tall against anything. Now he’s hunched over, neck struggling to remain up.

She can hear him huffing for breaths as he reaches for a hand to hold onto her arms, “Rhaella, I’m so terribly sorry.”

“I… I never should have done that, I regret it every day. I shouldn’t have made you flee your home. I’m so sorry but I am glad that you are with Daemon he told me how you have been a great comfort to him and that you understand his pain and difficulty in dealing with the children—“

Viserys’ rough simpering drowns out, She’s no longer at Driftmark, she’s at the top of that grassy hill, Rhaegal roaring behind her, green fire, there’s blood on her hands, sweet sticks to her brow, and that formless child lays in front of her, he knows he knows he knows, it frantically whispers and—

She’s back.

Viserys' clouded face becomes clear in her sight, he’s saying something but she only manages to catch “—well?”

She still feels a bit lightheaded and a sharp ringing in her ears so she only manages to quickly excuse herself and make her way to the beach down below. The sand slides under her feet, almost taking her off balance but she manages, She quickly trudges up the soft dunes and sharp climbs until her feet meet the sea. She watches the waves crash and run over and into each other. Each pull and push causes the air to have slight salty undertones. The sun, ever persistent despite the situations, continues to burn bright in the sky, uncaring of whatever turmoil is happening under its rays.

She looks back up to the viewing deck where people are still walking about, she just manages to spy a couple of the kingsguard leaving their posts and making their way inside, Vierys must have turned in then. Gods he couldn't possibly know, could he? No Daemon wouldn't tell, Daemon’s the only one who knows and he wouldn’t just spew her secrets out.

He would.

At the back of her mind, something slithers out, dark and ugly and twisted, it curls around her, over her eyes and mouth, forcing her into total darkness.

“No, he wouldn’t,” she mumbles, eyes frozen, staring at nothing

He would, he’s got no reason not to. You left, you left them, they all hate you for it, they have no loyalty towards you, no reason to protect you, you caused them to drift apart.

“I didn't, that was all Viserys.”

No, it was you, you were the one who left them, you were the one who refused to do your duty, you were the one who made Viserys choose another.

“I didn't make him do anything, he is the King and man grown, he can make his own decisions.”

Yes, but you were the one who pushed him towards that one, he dirtied our valyrian blood, but it was because of you, and you must suffer for it.

Great heaving breaths overtake her, There's something wrong, something is happening to her, There's a great ache in her stomach and when she moves her hands towards it she finds it bulging, skin pressing tight to the fabric of her dress, a yelp scapes from her mouth when something begins to push against the skin of her stomach. She knows what happens next, knows it, but she can't make herself look away. She stands there, hands limp at her sides as something claws its way out, blood marring the already dark fabric making it impossibly darker.

You are the one to blame, so your child was taken from you.

A sharp scream leaves her mouth as sharp claws emerge from within her, and blood falls all around her, on her hands, feet, hair, and mouth.

And suddenly, it's all gone.

And she’s back, back at Driftmark, sand at her back, watching the night sky, listening to the roaring of the waves. She blinks a few times, tears escaping her eyes. What is wrong with her? She can't be acting like this, so.. Weak. Letting things that are not there affect her.

He’s gone, he’s dead, and there's nothing she can do to change that.

She slowly rises from the ground, wiping the sand off of her. The chill air swept through her hair and stray tear tracks. She turns around and makes her way back inside Driftmark’s castle, to go and hide in her rooms till morning when she and Daemon and… the girls can return to Pentos.

Reaching her chambers she goes in, ignoring the guard posted at the door. She rids herself of the heavy mourning garments, flops down on her bed, and lets her eyes close, well aware that nightmares are the only thing waiting for her, but she doesn't care anymore, She’s far too tired to. Seeing Viserys with his brand new family, Rhaenyra ignoring her and angry at her for whatever reason wounds her. Sure she was not expecting a great celebration or open arms from her, but she had never spoken to her since she had left so truly what was she expecting?

She had abandoned them, abandoned her— she’d promised she wouldn't do that, but she did. She’d gotten on top of her dragon and never tried to reach out to her. Never wrote to her, never visited, she had done nothing. So in truth… she deserved it. She deserves Rahenyra’s coldness, she deserves to be ignored, she deserves to be alone.

With that thought she drifts, well aware of the dark shadow creeping at her back, of the green swirling around her.

****

Shouting.

Armor clinking.

Hurried footsteps.

A wail.

The green.

And she shoots up from the bed.

Her heart beats wildly in her chest, Loud commotion comes from behind her door, rapid footsteps causing the first thought to enter her head that someone has attacked Driftmark.

She rushes out of bed, quickly slipping a robe on and grabbing a small dagger, She runs out of her room.

The halls of Driftmark resemble a street market of braavos, servants flutter around carrying towels and buckets of water. They run back and forth, others coming and going from the sea snake’s hall. She follows behind them, her hurried steps mixing in with all the noise.

She reaches the hall, fully expecting to see some woman starting her labors, but is instead greeted by all the courtesans and the king and queen.

And a small boy with blood covering half his face, she doesn't know what she’s seeing until it fully registers in her head.

The boy only had one eye.

That's when she sees the queen, the poor little queen filled with fear, her eyes wide and lips trembling. Her hands are holding onto her neck as she stares down at the maester that is sewing her sons’ eye closed.

Rhaella’s eyes continue to roam over everything else, seeing Rhaenyar’s boys at the other side of the hall, the younger one with blood covering his mouth and nose, while the elder one suffers minor scratches and bruises. She sees how the elder one clutches the youngest near him, holding him close, and already knows what has happened, already knows that they have caused.

She straps her blade to her gown and quickly makes her way over to them. They shrink back away from her when they see her approach but she eases their worry, “Don't worry, I just want to help.” she whispers, reaching for the youngest one’s face.

“Let me see” She angles it upwards, assessing the damage. Seeing nothing too major she flags down a servant girl to bring her some towels and water and begins to wipe down the blood from his face.

“It was an accident,” he whispers, “I didn't mean to cut out his eye, he was going to kill Jace.” he wobbles, small eyes quickly filling with unshed tears.

She smiles ruefully, “Don't worry, it'll be alright.”

“It will heal, will it not, Maester?”

With a pregnant pause, the Queen’s lips tremble and the Maester avoids her gaze, “The flesh will heal, but the eye is lost, Your grace.”

Rhaella sees the devastation consume Allicent, sees the way it grips her so hard that makes her forget where she is. Alicent rounds on her eldest, her hand sharply striking the boy on the cheek, and a pained gasp leaves the boy’s lips.

From above, Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys come down the stairs, making a bee-line for Balea and Rhaena whom she just noticed were at the other end of the hall. Rhaenys quickly gathers her granddaughters in her arms, comforting them, and softly kissing the tops of their heads. She watches all this with a strange twinge in her heart, She can feel the oldest of Rhaenyra’s sons at her back, hands gripping her arm. She turns back to the small one in front of her and finds him still looking at her, eyes filled with….. Trust. She looks at this little thing of a person wondering how it can look at her like that after all she’s done was abandon everyone.

She can see the maester tending to the boy, can see the blood caked onto the boys, can see the Queen's desperation, can smell it in the air, can see how any moment now it will spill and take everything down in its path.

With bated breath she turns back to the boy—Jace, “Tell me what's happened, Everything.”

The boy rushes in his explanation, some parts get lost, but she gathers most of it. The Princes were fighting amongst each other, dragons were taken, insults were thrown, heads were bashed in, and eyes were put out. Suddenly the doors open and in comes Rhaenyra, hair disheveled and dress askew, and just a few paces behind her, Daemon.

She scans the scene, eyes widening when she sees her with her sons, but that doesn't stop her. She rushes towards them, bending down to look at the boy’s face. “What happened?” she turned to Rhaella, stunning her not thinking she would speak to her.

Quickly gathering herself she explains, “It was an accident, but it won't be viewed as such, Lucerys put out Ameond’s eye.”

“The prince was attacked by his nephews, Your grace.” some dornish kingsguard explains to a raging Viserys.

“It was a regrettable accident.” Rahenyra retorts, Hands gripping onto her boy’s shoulders,

From across the room the Queen scoffs, “Accident? prince Lucerys brought a blade to the ambush he meant to kill my son.”

Rhaenyra draws back, spine tensing, she comes forward pushing her children behind her, shielding them with her body, “It was my sons who were attacked and forced to defend themselves,” a sneer covers her face, “Vile insults were thrown against them.”

When Viserys turns to face them, a confused frown upon his face, Rhaella can't believe the absurdity of this man, the gall to pretend he doesn't know what Rhaenyra is talking about. “He called them bastards, Viesrys,” she tells him, looking straight into his eyes, willing him for once in his life to stop the idiocy.

She leaves Rhaenyra's side and walks over to him her eyes roving over the green Queen with her green sleeves and her green bleeding heart, staring straight into her soul “I do wonder where he learned that perhaps we must sharply question the little prince so we can learn where, of course, unless someone wishes to come forward and well, admit anything” she finishes eyes glued onto Allicent’s. She can see where she realizes what she means, can see the panic strike her, her eyes moving sharply to Aemond and Viserys, terrified out of her mind that Viesrys realizes what she meant.

But as always, Viserys doesn't have a single clue on what she meant, it seems that he had stopped listening after the word bastards, and is now hovering over Aemond.

“You tell me, boy, where did you hear this lie?” Viserys, Allicent tries to steer Viserys’s attention to babbling about the training yard but Viserys won't budge, She hears his breath hitch, “Aemond!” he shouts into the boy’s face, “I asked you a question.”

Something is coming loose within her, something keeps twisting in her heart, pooling into her head, her mouth.

It burns her.

“It was Aegon'' the boy breathes out and it's a wonder no one sees the look of relief that overcomes Allicent’s face. It sickens her, how it is all right there in Visery's face yet he refuses to see.

Viserys, like some man-possessed stalks towards Aegon, and once again demands to hear where this “lie” comes from. Rhaella doesn't know what Viserys expects, that eventually if he goes around asking who spoke these lies he’ll find the culprit. She can't help the scoff that leaves her mouth, Rhaenyra turns to her, eyes filled with tears yet, she doesn't let them fall, She stands tall, composed, yet showing the right amount of anger towards this. Aliicent on the other hand looks a right mess, fingers bloodied, eyes nearly bloodshot, and faint tear tracks on her cheeks. She can see she’s nearing her end, see the rope is fraying, and sees that any moment it will snap.

“We know, Father. Everyone knows father, just look at them.” the boy breathes out, eyes glued to the ground.

The Queen has no decency to show no emotion, satisfaction preens under her skin, She practically glows, hoping that now Viserys will see what they have been dripping into his ears.

The green.

Bastard

Dead bastard

She looks at Rhaenyra, sees the fear for her children, the years of torture she must have spent under this demon, and with a single look she promises no more, this ends now.

“Enough!, This fighting must cease, you are a family. Now show goodwill to one another and make your apologies.” Viserys shouts and like always no one listens, Who would dare to listen to the words of an old man?

She sees the queen wilt, sees the realization that croons in her ear, no matter what you do, you cannot touch her.

Alicent turns to Viserys, “That is insufficient,” she breathes, the dam breaking, tears trailing down her cheeks. “Aemond has been damaged permanently, My king. Goodwill cannot make him whole.”

Viserys turns to her, eyes wide, “What will you have me do then? I cannot restore his eye.”

“There is a debt to be paid, I want the eye of Lucerys Velaryon.”

Silence, absolute silence, then chaos.

Viesrys ignores her, ignores her tears, her begging “Allicent, this matter is finished.” He turns his back to her, and like a viper, she strikes.

Green

Dead

Bastard

Dead Bastard

Dead

Alicent grabs the conqueror's blade that Viserys keeps at his hip, and runs towards them, towards Rhaenyra, Towards the children, Towards her, Towards the bastards.

And Rhaella,

Rhaella throws herself at the Green Queen.

Rhaella comes up behind her, hand reaching out and firmly grasping that bed of red hair. Strands held tightly in her fist. Alicent howls in pain and rears the blade back, trying to strike at her from behind but Rhaella avoids it. She gathers the hair at the base of her neck and whips her about forcing her to go limp. In a flash, she presses her dagger to the queen’s throat and waits.

Everything stops.

The queen’s shaken breath and her ragged one fusing. She can hear Viserys shouting only for it to fall on deaf ears, she can hear the roaring of a thousand dragons, can fear a fire that burns her insides yet most of all she can hear the shrill cries of a babe. Cries so sharp yet so hollow, cries that dig into her and then all of a sudden, she sees nothing, nothing but a speck of green.

A speck of green that grows, and grows until it suffocates her, wrapping itself around her, holding her tight, and just as fast as it appeared, it's gone.

“Rhaella! Release her at once!”

Alicent’s rage-filled shrieks are heard, demanding to be let loose, demanding for someone to do something but no one does, no one moves. Rhaella maneuvers them so she’s facing the rest of the court, her roving over their horror-filled gazes, but she stops when she meets the Hand’s eyes. She stares him down, her knife at his daughter’s throat. He begins to move towards them but Rhaella won't allow that. With a warcry, she raises the blade above Alicent’s head and she can practically feel the terror that courses through when Alicent sees the blade pointed at her from above.

She can distantly hear a dragon roaring, and feel the flames at her back, on her face, all around her.

Fire and Blood

It swirls all around her, crazed murmurs running across her mind until all is shattered. She feels a shove come from her side, separating her from Alicent and she feels as the knife comes down and narrowly misses the Queen’s face. She turns to see the little Queen, cradling her cheek as blood trails down it. Everyone watches in tense silence, no one daring to move until a cold voice says, “Very well, since you seem to want to take the blame for my son’s abuse, I shall have your head instead. Ser criston—”

“Allicent, No.”

Her eyes snap to Viserys, who looks dead on his feet yet his face is thunderous, “That is enough.” he hisses.

“Viserys—, She just assaulted me, she had a knife trained on my throat! she meant to kill me just as they meant to kill my son.” Alicent rounds on Viserys, grasping at his arms.

“Please, my love, she meant to kill me, She meant to kill your Queen!” She shrieks.

“No.” Rahella callously calls out, Alicent turns to face her, eyes wide and lips still trembling.

Rhaella looks straight into Alicent's eyes, sees the desperation clinging to her yet the fear that is beginning to form, she stares straight into the eyes of this demon, this poison that claws at them and demands for retribution in the wrong place.

“You are not a Queen, you are some whore—” gasps filled the hall, “that just so happens to spread her legs for the right man.”

She swishes out her blade and points it at her, eyes burning, “If I had meant to kill you, I can assure you that would would not still be standing here with us, begging pathetically for something that you do not understand. Her sons are next in line to the throne, yours are nothing. You so much as dare to look at him, and I will have your head. That is a promise.”

There is a sense of finality in her voice, her gaze doesn't waver as she points the blade at the Queen, tempting her to do something, waiting for her to try, and for a second she looks as if she will. But then, her eye catches on the still sharp blade pointed at her throat, the silence that comes Viserys and she lets down, she can see a king's guard coming closer to her but she puts down the blade before he can take it from her hands.

She turns around, walking back to Rhaenyra and her children, they stare up at her as if she were a god, eyes wide, filled with trust, with hope yet a tinge of fear. She turns to Rhaenyra who is watching her too, Rhaella reaches out a hand, and places a palm on Rhaenyra’s cheek, and lowly whispers to her, “I'm here now, I'm not abandoning you again.”

And just for a second she thinks she saw tears welling up in her eyes, but just as quickly as she saw them, they are gone. Rhanyra gives her a stiff nod, reaching her hand up and takes the hand that's at her cheeks and intertwines it with her own. She gently squeezes it, and with a small smile she says “I'm not letting you go either way.”

#hotd fanfic #hotd #house of the dragon #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targeryan #oc #Daemon and Viserys have a sister #Targaryen things #house targaryen #artbreeder

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tchallasbabymama · 1 year

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Preview of Ménage à Trois Part Deux

I'm feeling generous (also productive af), so here's an unedited preview of Chapter 1. Full chapter coming in January! Make sure you read the first part by then!

T’Challa tapped his long, slender fingers against the side of his leg, an annoyed grimace tightening his handsome face. He stood still in his quarters while his tailor put the finishing touches on his suit for the night, but internally he was getting more and more agitated as the time ticked on. Despite his mood, he couldn’t help but admire himself in the mirror. The embroidered black ensemble covered his streamlined body like running water, and the locs that usually dusted his jawbone were twisted back into an elaborate bun.

A knock at his door eased his mind momentarily, until his younger sister swept into the room in her suit that mirrored his, just with a gold scarf draped across her shoulders. T’Challa’s own shoulders slumped with disappointment, but he managed to pivot to positivity quick enough for Shuri to not catch his reaction.

“Look at you copying your big brother,” he teased her.

Shuri rolled her eyes as she crossed the room, but still dapped him up.

“Whatever. I wear it better than you.”

“Who lied and told you that?”

“Your wife.”

His jaw tightened.

“Where is she, anyway?”

“Late.”

“I should have known,” Shuri chuckled. “She was late her own wedding.”

T’Challa grunted in response, and Shuri noticed the annoyance in his voice. She put up her fists, playfully tapping him on the shoulder with a weak jab.

“Come on, bro, she’ll be here. Chill out.”

“She’s two hours late.”

“Was there a problem with the opening?”

“No. According to Okoye and Bahati, she just could not be pulled away from conversing with the crowd.”

“You know how Zora is. Or has it been so long that you’ve forgotten?” Shuri asked him dramatically, with a hand to her chest.

“Just wait until you meet someone. You’ll finally understand why being apart is so painful.”

“It’s been two weeks, T’Challa. You’ve gone away for longer on missions before.”

“Being the one left at home makes the time move slower.”

“I guess.” Shuri shrugged and plopped down on the end of his bed.

“Something bothering you?”

“Just your mother.”

T’Challa laughed.

“What did our mother do this time, Shuri?”

The princess groaned and fell backwards onto the bed.

“She won’t stop trying to set me up.”

“Who is it this time?”

“Nakia’s younger cousin, L’Nela.”

T’Challa’s face scrunched up disapprovingly. Even the tailor stopped moving the lint roller across the king’s chest for a moment to look at the princess in disbelief before continuing his job.

“She’s not your type.”

“You know that. I know that. All of Wakanda knows that! But mother is horrible at lesbian matchmaking. Bast bless her for trying, but I don’t know how much more of this I can take, brother.”

“I will talk to her.”

“Well, actually, I came to see if Zora would-“

T’Challa’s beads chimed with the tone he had reserved for his love, and his communication bead rolled down into his palm.

“Speak and she shall appear,” he grumbled as Zora’s hologram smiled up at him apologetically.

“I know, I know, I’m late-“

“Two hours, Zora?”

“I couldn’t just cut off the Ghanaian ambassador and ignore the excited children, T’Challa.”

“Brother’s been in a sour mood all day,” Shuri tattled from her spot on the bed, and Zora chuckled before her picture cut out momentarily.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting dressed-“

“Just now?! It’s a three hour ride!”

“I needed a nap!”

“I tried to tell her,” snarked Bahati, now promoted to Zora’s assistant, as she helped her into her attire for the evening.

“Not you both ganging up on me! I can be late to my own damn event if I want to, and need I remind y’all I’m not even that late. We’ll be landing in a minute.”

“A minute?” T’Challa asked for clarification, raising a skeptical eyebrow.

“More like ten, kumkani wam.”

“Thank you for your honesty, Bahati.”

“Thank you for your honesty, Bahati,” Zora mocked. “You know, sometimes I think she’s your favorite.”

“It’s because she listens.”

“Employees are paid to listen, wives are not.”

“Don’t I know it,” T’Challa smirked, and Zora mirrored the expression.

“I’ll be there soon, love.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

Racing through the central African skies on the Royal Talon, Zora ended the call, and allowed the makeup artist to touch up her gold eyeshadow while Bahati zipped up the side of her backless black jumpsuit.

She knew she was pushing his nerves by running so far behind schedule, but Zora liked it when he was all worked up about one thing or another. Granted, that wasn’t actually her intention this time. She really did get caught up at the grand opening of the new Wakandan International Outreach Center in Accra, but she recognized that she should have planned for that possibility instead of booking a gala immediately after.

Zora sighed and eyeballed the beaded multicolored isicholo that sat on her vanity. Heavy truly was the head that wore the crown, especially on a day as important as this. After two years of working with T’Challa and foreign dignitaries to bring her vision to fruition, Zora was finally kicking off her student exchange program. One hundred teenage students, fifty from Wakanda and fifty from across the diaspora would trade places for a semester. Zora spent countless hours pouring over applications and hand-picking exactly who she thought would benefit most from the program, and now the diaspora students were coming to Wakanda for a warm welcome.

As exciting as all of this was, Zora couldn’t help but feel a little empty inside because in order to build relationships with the foreign dignitaries, she had to lie. Not only did she have to lie, but she also had to hide a piece of herself all because of their conservative sensibilities surrounding polyamorous relationships. They knew her as Zora Franklin, Queen of Wakanda and wife to T’Challa Udaku. What they didn’t know was that T’Challa wasn’t Zora’s only husband.

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isaacapatow · 8 months

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* * #COMMUNITY CENTRE CONVO WITH @ijemmaokafor, @ermanodelgcdo, @reneebrxndxn, @colcreznik

-Ike's waiting for the rest of the Council with a table set up, most of the chairs on one side and a single one on the other; Cole's in that single chair, with Ike standing behind him, casually holding the crowbar- This right here is Cole Reznik. He's Sol's older brother, but as you might notice, Sol ain't here to put in a word for him. Not to mention, Cole didn't exactly approach the front gates.

Ijemma Okafor: -crossing her arms- Where did he approach?

Cole: A lovely little hole by what looked like a pond. -cole smiles up to jemma-

Ijemma Okafor: Like a fucking gopher? What hole??

Cole: No, I didn't El Chapo in here. There was a hole in the wall. Well, is in the wall. Still there.

Renee Brandon: -Renee sits up a bit straighter- There's a hole in the fence?

Cole: Yes ma'am

Ike: There's a hole in the fence. I'll get to that later.

Cole: Why not get to that now, legs? After all, it was 'cause of you that I found it. You and your iced mochas princess. -cole smiles up to ike with a shit-eating grin-

Renee Brandon: -Renee looks to Isaac with bewilderment- What is he talking about, Isaac?

Ermano: -looks to isaac with furrowed brows.- Yeah, Isaac.

Ike: -licks his teeth, looking distinctly displeased- Those suspected arsons that Silvy and me have been investigating. I found a hole in the wall that they were probably working on too -- I just didn't get around to boarding it up again.

Cole: -keeps the smile on his face but looks to the rest of the council-

Renee Brandon: -Renee stands up from her chair and walks behind it as she wipes her hand down her face- Are you kidding me?! We have children here and you don't think to patch up a hole in the wall as soon as you find it?!

Ermano: Isaac, you know better than that!

Ijemma Okafor: If I can advise...let's handle the matter at hand and save the infighting for later, when our company has gone?

Ike: Yeah, I know. I fucked up there, I'm sorry. But we can deal with me after this-- -points at Jemma in agreement-

Ermano: -quiets at Jemma's advice, but keeps his glare at Isaac-

Ijemma Okafor: Sol's a pretty easygoing guy. Why is he not here to vouch for his brother?

Renee Brandon: -Renee is visually unhappy and decides to pace instead of sitting-

Cole: We don't exactly have great history. Sibling rivalry and all.

Ermano: -walks to Renee, putting a gentle hand on her back at an attempt to calm her-

Ike: Rivalry over what? To what extent?

Ijemma Okafor: Yeah, are we talking sports rivalry kind of thing? Or estrangement kind of thing?

Renee Brandon: -Renee is chewing on her fingernails when Ermano puts a hand on her shoulder. She stops pacing but right now, she can only think about how there is a hole in the wall and her kids are in danger.-

Cole: Call it me being mommy and daddy's favorite and him -he sucks on his teeth- not so much.

Ijemma Okafor: Okay look, the wise-ass thing might work for you in other situations, but this council here, we take our job pretty seriously. We don't let just anybody in here, and you've already broken that rule. So if you want to walk right back out, by all means, the sideways answers will do. But if you're here and looking to stay for a minute, we're gonna need you to shoot straight.

Ike: -grunts to back Jemma up- If you're the golden boy, then why the hell were you resorting to crawling through a hole instead of walking up to the front gate?

Cole: Sweetheart I've talked this way my entire life. That's fifty-some years of this shit. Can't teach an old dog new tricks. -points up to Ike- As for you, big dog, after following you and that lovely senorita to the hole, I didn't bother looking for another way in. Hell, all I knew at the time was that way. So my apologies for not investigating a little further. But, if we're really thinking about it, I've already helped this little community by giving an example at how weak the defenses are. If anything, I should get a goddamn metal.

Ijemma Okafor: -snorting- Jesus fucking christ, he really doesn't learn. We're uh, fresh out of medals. So you were just curious? Don't really care about being here or not being here? Have a habit of inspecting mysterious holes in walls?

Renee Brandon: -The pit seems to grow in her stomach and she can barely even focus on this asshole as she's already wondering just how many more spots there are in the wall. She looks to Ermano and keeps her voice low so Cole doesn't hear- What if there are other spots?

Ermano: We’re going to have to inspect the entire perimeter. -he whispers back, not liking the idea of there being more weak spots-

Ike: -ike's gaze flits over to renee and ermano, but he doesn't move from his place looming behind cole-

Cole: -points to jemma- That is where you’re wrong, sweetheart. I do care. All I want is a safe place to sleep where I don’t have to look over my shoulder 24/7, and food to eat. I ain’t gonna bother no one. In return, I got skills that can benefit your community. Like I pointed out, I found a weak spot; I’m happy to find more so y’all can patch them up.

Ike: -tightly- What skills, then.

Cole: -he smirks- I was a Marine. One hell of a sharpshooter. I can hunt almost anything almost a mile away, and haul the damn thing myself. Plus, I know my way around a knife. I can hunt, skin and butcher food for everyone. The cookin’ part, I’m shit at though.

Ike: Hunters, we have. We even have our own military men.

Ijemma Okafor: You know how to kill animals...any knowledge of how to take care of them?

Cole: What like livestock? It’s been a few years but yeah. Lived close to a farm at one point and helped on a ranch. -deliberately ignored ike-

Renee Brandon: -Renee shakes her head and keeps her voice in a whisper as she eyes Cole.- I don't like this, Ermano. Why are we even entertaining the idea of keeping him around?

Ike: -a little sharply- Renee, you wanna share with the class?

Ermano: Watch your tone, Isaac.

Renee Brandon: Like how you shared that there was a hole in the wall?

Ike: We're a Council. We're not two groups. That's all I'm saying.

Renee Brandon: -she shifts her weight so she can turn and glare at him- Alright, fine. I think that asking him about anything resembling keeping him around is a waste of time. He can't be trusted!

Ijemma Okafor: We don't know that. We suspect it. But he deserves to make a case, at least.

Ermano: Neither could Isaac, and look where he’s at. -he pointed out-

Ike: -tips his head in acquiescence of ermano's point-

Cole: -takes mental note to that comment-

Ijemma Okafor: As far as your skills go Mr Reznik, the keeping and caring of animals is of more value than the hunting of them, right now. But like Renee said, we have little reason to trust you. Why should we trust you?

Cole: Ya know, I never got your name ma’am. And I’m sure you’re sick of me calling you sweetheart. Can I get your name, please?

Ijemma Okafor: Jemma.

Ike: And that's Renee and that's Ermano, but those I'm sure you gleaned from listening to us.

Ijemma Okafor: I take it he knows you're Ike already?

Ike: The one and only.

Renee Brandon: Are you going to answer the question?

Cole: Thank you, Jemma. Where I’m from trust isn’t given, it’s earned. I understand we haven’t exactly gotten on the right foot for that. Nothing I say is going to change her mind. -points to renee- And quite honestly, nothing I say will probably change any mind in here. But don’t I deserve the same chance this one got -nods to isaac- to prove I’m trust worthy?

Ermano: -looks to isaac and renee, then to jemma-

Ijemma Okafor: And where is it you're from?

Cole: Same place Sol’s from: Pittsburgh. I was in New York City when the outbreak happened.

Renee Brandon: So you show up, crawl through a hole in the wall and then what? Just hide out and hope no one notices that there's suddenly a new face in town?

Cole: No, ma’am. I was gonna find whoever was in charge. I just happened to stumble on my long lost little brother. Not exactly the reunion I was hoping for but -shrugs- what are you gonna do?

Renee Brandon: Then why not come through the front gate?

Ike: He didn't make it that far. He chose to exploit the nearest entry.

Cole: As I stated before, I didn’t know there was a front gate. I followed legs over here to the wa— what he said

Renee Brandon: -glares at Isaac for giving him an answer-

Ike: It's ... -takes a breath, sounding reluctant- ...not the worst trait to have. Being opportunistic. He could've snuck around the perimeter easy, instead of walking through the junkyard.

Ermano: Isaac isn’t wrong. That area is open, anyone can hide there just fine.

Ijemma Okafor: That brings us to the next order of business though. Obviously, we're living in shit times. While you're welcome to give us your whole life story, what we're interested in, in terms of the vetting process, is what these shit times have forced you to do. We've got kids here. People with some serious PTSD. How can you assure us that you're not a danger to our people?

Cole: I’ve never liked kids so I’ll steer clear of them. As for PTSD, I have some of my own. I was honorable discharged from the Marines with a purple heart. -cole raised his pant leg, showing the healed burnt scars- Saved my platoon from an M8. When it comes to people I care about, I’ll jump in front of a bullet. Plus, if I’m voted to stay, it’s the first safe place I’ll ever be part of. I won’t let anyone from the outside put it in jeopardy.

Ike: It's a long length of hard road from NYC, pardner. I should know. Not easy to make that trek without some blood on your hands.

Cole: You want me to admit I’ve killed people? Sure, I’ve killed people. Both before and after. Each time was to keep either me or others safe. But how many have you killed. And you. -points to ermano-

Renee Brandon: No, we want you to tell us what you've done. And not just what you think we want to hear. I want the God honest's truth from you - what have you done between New York and here?

Cole: Survived. -stares at Renee, not letting up.-

Ike: -shoves the back of cole's chair- Answer her.

Cole: -he rolled his eyes- For the first year I traveled on my own. It was easy. Just stay out of everyone’s way and every man for themselves. Then I came across a family who took me in. I traveled with them for a bit but they wanted to go North and I wanted to go South. So we parted. I kept moving. Any time I came across a group, we’d part. The last group I was in got attacked by a hoard. I got out and now I’m here. Need me to mark down every time I took a shit too?

Ike: -murmuring- If she asks you to.

Cole: Oh fuck off -he mumbled back-

Renee Brandon: -glares at him- What kinds of groups?

Cole: None like the Savages. There were a few groups who started to get a bit … hostile, but I left anytime they showed those signs. There was one group who burnt down a community much like this one in upstate Penn. I was there for that. After that night I left. I might seem like I’m unhinged, but I’m not homicidal.

Ike: -comes around to the side of the table, putting the crowbar down on it- I'm ready for a decision.

Ermano: I’m ready as well.

Renee Brandon: -Renee had already pretty much made up her mind a while ago but she keeps her eyes on Cole as she backs up from the table and nods.-

Ijemma Okafor: Hey, I'm just here to advise, y'all do your thing.

Ike: I vote he stays.

Ermano: He stays

Renee Brandon: -Renee looks between the two of them.- Are you serious?

Ike: So that's a no from you? Great. He can cool his heels in a cell and we'll get Salem's vote tomorrow. -goes to the door and opens it, whistling; somebody comes over and Ike gestures to Cole- Get up. This is your escort to your accommodations. Don't cause trouble.

Cole: -stands and gets in the cell- I’ve been in worse. You gonna keep me company, big boy? -smirks at isaac as he passes-

Ermano: I’m sorry Renee. But if you think about it, if he really came in to cause problems, he would’ve dealt with Sol. Brother or not. But he’s here instead.

Ike: We don't need to convince her. Renee's got reasons -- good reasons -- for being wary.

Renee Brandon: -she watches Cole the entire way out of the door before looking between Isaac and Ermano- We had to drag the answers out of him. That doesn't give either of you big red flag? And he sneaks in because he follows Isaac? Why not approach him before coming in?

Ike: He clearly think's he's a laugh and a half -- he wants to fuck with us a little bit. He's testing the waters, too, as much as we are. It's just he's got more to lose, but my guess is he's at a point where he figures anything could mean losing.

Ermano: Not everyone is an open book, either. Four years on the road, jumping from group to group? Makes people close up.

Ijemma Okafor: The thing with Sol is weird. I know not all siblings are like the Brookes, but Sol's a pretty reasonable guy. It doesn't really matter, but we might wanna try to get that story.

Ike: We will. He's got some time in the cell, yet.

Ermano: Good luck opening that wound.

Renee Brandon: I don't trust him. And I sure as hell don't feel comfortable letting him walk free-range around Redwood. I also don't feel great about there being a hole in the wall that anyone can get through.

Ike: I'll take care of it. There shouldn't be any others but I'll ... get on that.

Ermano: If you don’t mind, Ike. I’ll get on it. I’ll have security do perimeter as soon as possible.

Ike: -clenches his jaw for a minute, but nods- Sure.

Renee Brandon: I want to know how no one has noticed this before now? Who knows how long it's been there.

Ermano: From where he described it was, that area doesn’t get a lot of foot traffic.

Obviously that’ll change. I’ll have inside security make frequent rounds up there

Renee Brandon: -Renee crosses her arms in front of her, hugging herself tightly as she heaves out a breath- Can we at least look into how it was made? See if we can figure out if it' was opened from the inside or outside?

Ermano: I'll personally do a thorough investigation.

Ike: Is that really -- I said it was part of the arson shit! Obviously from the outside.

Ermano: It’s to save her peace of mind, Ike.

Renee Brandon: -looks to Isaac incredulously. She's about to unload a piece of her mind on him when Ermano manages to explain it a lot more eloquently than she was about to-

Ike: -a little weakly- I just don't see the point of turning it into some kind of witch hunt. Is all.

Ermano: No one said anything about a witch hunt. We just want to make sure it can’t happen to any other part of the our defenses.

Ijemma Okafor: -side eyes Ike and his strange tone of voice but saves her questions for another time-

Renee Brandon: And making sure there's not something or someone that's trying to threaten everyone that's here in town.

Ermano: -points at renee, agreeing to her statement- We got young kids here, Ike. I’m just making sure we stay protected. And I hate to admit it, but Cole’s right. He did show us that we’re not as protected as we thought.

Ike: Yeah, I know, I know. You're right. It's good you're on it. -scrubs his hand against his throat, grimacing- We done here?

Ermano: -looks to renee, waiting for her answer-

Renee Brandon: -she takes a deep breath and looks between the two of them. She's still clearly pissed that Isaac didn't mention the hole in the wall and upset that there was a current breach to the town, but discussing it anymore was a waste of time. She looks at Ermano and nods before walking quickly out of the community center-

Ermano: -waits for renee to be completely gone before returning his attention to isaac- Are you hiding something?

Ike: -looks pained- Look, man -- give it a rest, okay? You got stuff to do, getting security on it.

Ermano: I’m going to take that as a yes. -lifts a finger to point at him- If you had anything to do with that hole, you better tell me now.

Ike: I didn't block it up fast enough.

Ermano: -narrows his eyes but decides to leave it alone- Fine. Now we learn from our mistakes and do better, yes? -doesn’t wait for an answer and leaves to get security together-

Ike: -nudges Jemma- Walk you home? -obviously a nonsensical thing to say, considering she lives basically a few steps away-

Ijemma Okafor: -nearly smiling- Please?

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