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generalsmemories · 2 months

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sensitive

✧ sunday x gn!reader

✧ synopsis: the wings by his ears are far too sensitive for what you're both about to do to them.

✧ contents: just a lil scenario for the piercings on sunday's wings. and the hc (that has probs become every writers canon take) that his wings are oh so sensitive. established relationship, mildly suggestive cause why not, uhh, mentions of blood? sunday being utterly weak against his lover. ooc sunday cause goddamn i have NOTHING on this man.

✧ a/n: breathes in. listen i don't believe in any god but good lord i would start praying for this man if he asked me to.

jing yuan wips still in order, i just want to be on my best self mentally when writing for my eepy general so have this brainrot so i can function this week at my work and hopefully i'll write something more <3 thank you once again for your patience!

NOT BETA-READ THIS WAS WRITTEN WITHIN AN HOUR CAUSE THIS BRAINROT HAS BEEN BREWING INSIDE THE MIND FOR A MONTH, IM SORRY FOR THE ALL OVER THE PLACE WORDS - I HAVEN'T WRITTEN SINCE THE LAST JING YUAN ANGST PIECE.

Your fingertips have barely grazed the very edges of the feathers when the distinguished leader beneath you flinches in surprise. The fingers that grip your hips tightening further which causes your body that was previously hovering above him to settle down on Sunday's leg. You can hear a tiny sigh leaving his lips before you feel his head rest against your shoulder, the action causing you to chuckle.

"The longer you delay this, the more nervous you'll get, you know?" you muse, threading your fingers through his hair in an effort to coax him to lay back in the same position he previously was in. You're barely able to touch his right wing again before a gloved hand shoots up from his side and you feel a sharp nip at your neck in warning - causing you to immediately halt all of your actions.

"It would've gone a lot faster have you decided to not do it in such an orthodox method, dear." Sunday retaliates with a sigh, pecking the bite mark as some sort of apology, an apology that you knew was not sincere in the slightest.

You giggle once again, settling down comfortably on his legs whilst slightly leaning back to fully look at your lover. Your arms loop over his neck while cocking your head to the side in slight confusion, although said confusion doesn't reach your mischievous eyes or the huge grin on your face. "Why I thought this would help calm you? It was your idea to pierce these wings of yours after all," you remind him, tapping the piercing gun that you're currently holding onto on his shoulder.

The man before you sighs, seemingly in exasperation over your usual antics whilst shrugging away the piercing gun that you're continuously tapping him with. You can however clearly see the slight reddening on top of his ears, while his wings tuck a bit behind his ears - clearly a signal that he's feeling a bit embarrassed.

"You're well aware of the effect you have on me, my love." he admits, the hand on your hip moving from its spot to instead rest against your neck. "Hmm? Then I suggest that you hurry along to let me pierce your wings before said effect makes you lose your patience," you tease with a quiet laugh. "I do have a lot of experience with this lil' gun of ours after all." you cheekily say - causing Sunday to direct his gaze towards your own ears, which have a few more piercings than your average person.

"... I'm well aware." Sunday replies.

Well aware of how sensitive your own ears are, almost as sensitive as his own wings that have yet to be pierced. He could let out a breath beside them which causes you to tremble, a small peck would make you gasp softly, but if he were to use his tongue-

"You're thinking of inappropriate things again, dear." you mutter into his ears before unlooping your arms from his neck to rest against your sides, your whole weight supported by the singular hand Sunday has on your hip.

"Hardly."

For someone not of Halovian descent, you're somehow able to discern his thoughts immediately - quite a hassle to be honst.

"Well then, my dear? Why don't you relax so we can get this over with so you can return to your duties?" you whisper, moving your body to sit between his legs so that you can get a closer look on his right wing, where he preferred the piercing to be on.

"... Just- don't say anything when you're about to do- Ah!"

The single clicking noise of the needle piercing his wing before retracting back to it's original spot makes Sunday jolt in surprise, the grip on your hip increasing in pressure, but you're too busy looking at the placement in glee to care for your distraught lover right now.

You notice the edges of the piercing reddening a bit, extending your finger to gather the tiny bits of blood that had escaped from the wound. Glancing at Sunday, you notice his slightly glossy eyes that immediately diverts from your gaze.

The quiet laugh you let out makes Sunday glare at you, but his eyes widen slightly when you lick his blood away from your fingertips with closed eyes. "It wasn't that bad, was it?" you ask, opening your eyes again to lock eyes with Sunday, diverting your gaze slightly to his right wing.

You decide not to comment on his glossy eyes, deciding to instead scoot closer to peck the corner of his eyes, "Sorry that I surprised you, but as you said - Doing it this way is far more convenient for the both of us," you explain, lips pressing against Sunday's to coax him into relaxation.

"Mhm, thank you for indulging me, dove." he whispers, arms wrapping around your waist, the tension in his shoulders finally leaving.

"Although..." you murmur in between various pecks against Sunday's lips, your lover raising an eyebrow up in confusion and imploring you to continue speaking.

"I think you said you would go for 2 of the same piercings if the first one looked nice, no?" you say before pressing your lips against his once again. Sunday was barely able to understand the meaning behind your words before he could feel the same pain of the needle shoot through his already overly-sensitive wing.

The loud gasp he lets out is swallowed by your lips, his open mouth letting your tongue slip inside while the piercing gun in your hand slips away from your lips now that you've done your part of the deal. Your hands settle themselves against Sunday's cheeks now- wiping away the few tears that have now slipped down from his glossy eyes with your thumb.

There's a certain desperation in Sunday's hands by your waist. He had first bunched the material of your clothes upwards by surprise, but now he's slipping his gloved hands beneath them and quickly traveling further up - he moves in a way that you don't know if he's trying to push you away to scold you, or press you closer to him to feel your warmth.

He eventually decides to push you away. His cheeks are reddened and he's heaving for breaths while he's glaring down at you in mild disappointment and a hint of excitement - and yet the hands that's dragging the buttons of your shirt from inside to snap them open tells another desire from the esteemed leader of Penacony.

The same mischievous smile is present on your lips when you part ways, your lips are a bit swollen but it doesn't stop their journey from grazing against his now incredibly sensitive right wing, the jerk of his entire body not bothering you in the slightest as your lips glide over his feathers, your lover shuddering a bit when you let out a breath right over his newly pierced wings.

"All done now, my love," you mutter into his ear, shrugging off your now ruined shirt off of one shoulder, "Do I get any reward for doing this so smoothly and quickly?"

Sunday lets out a scoff, rolling his eyes at your triumphant expression before shoving you down onto the couch the two of you were previously resting on. "I'm thinking a punishment is more fitting for how you didn't warn me of your actions twice, no?"

#honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail imagines #honkai star rail x you #sunday x reader #sunday honkai star rail #hsr x reader #hsr x you #hsr imagines #star rail x reader #star rail x you

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cinnamostar · 3 months

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ethereality

pairing : felix x gn!reader

summary : early mornings with your boyfriend

wc : 913

cw : fluff, mentions of insecurities, just rambling abt being in love idk, not proofread

a/n : i got very inspired by the book im reading rn so i wrote this lil thing in an hour lol let me know what you think!! likes + reblogs appreciated <3

You lay next to your boyfriend, Felix, who was flat on his back with an arm wrapped around your shoulder. You’re laying on your side, pressing against him with a leg over his as the morning light creeps behind the curtains, coloring Felix’s face in an iridescent glow. Days like this were your favorite, where it was only you, Felix, and the quiet early mornings that lazed around with you til one of you decided it was time to get up.

Your eyes study Felix’s features, drinking up each detail of him for the millionth time as he scrolls through whatever social media app caught his attention today. His eyes were dark as the universes’ vast skies, yet they were not void of life or hope, his eyes gleaming as if God stepped down and personally hung the stars in his coffee eyes. It was as if his freckles were each gingerly placed down with the tender and steady hand of a painter, one whose precision and attention to detail you thanked every day for blessing you with this angelic sight, one your earthly eyes would never be able to fully appreciate. He was too grand for any being on this planet, not even those with the finest tastes and have witnessed all the luxuries of the world would ever understand just how artisanal he was.

Your fingers trace down his cheekbones, eyes wandering just below his jaw where an emerald vein glowed beneath his skin, just like a photograph of lightning striking down. It was silly, you thought to yourself, it was silly to have found yourself so hopelessly in love with a boy that now you couldn’t help but compare his beauty to the cosmos and world around you. His very being emanated an ethereal energy that you wish you could compare to, one you alway felt you constantly felt short to, but you prayed under hushed incantations that you’d be able to bask under it for the rest of your life.

Was it obsessive? Was it almost biblical the way you found yourself revering him? Probably, but you were too lovesick to ever question it, finding yourself trapped in his orbit, though you wouldn’t have it any other way. For years, scholars in the olden days questioned whether the sun revolved around us, but you quickly found the answer in a matter of seconds the day you met Felix. How pitiful, you thought, all they had to ever do was fall in love to answer that question, but they were too nose deep into their mathematical equations to ever recognize such an obvious truth of life.

“You okay, love?” His deep voice breaks you out of your trance, an amused smile playing onto his lips as he glances down at your lovestruck state.

“Better than okay,” you reply, a flustering heat racing to your cheeks, feeling shy that he had — once again — caught you admiring him.

He drops his phone to his side as he languidly reaches his other arm over you, squeezing you into a tight embrace as he presses a chaste kiss on your forehead, “Can I know what you’re thinking about?” he asks in a hushed whisper, his lips next to your ears, sending shivers down your spine.

A soft chuckle escapes you at his sudden affection, only deepening your embarrassment, “Only for a kiss,” you tease, still giggling as he peels his face away from the crook of your neck with a feigned expression of betrayal.

“Oh? I didn’t know my kisses became a form of currency now,” nonetheless, through his candied smile, he leans down to place a loving peck on your lips, lingering for a moment before pulling away, “Alright, pay up now. I did my side of the bargain,” he jokes.

You roll your eyes playfully, your heart bursting at its seams, struggling to contain the overwhelming amount of love it was just attacked with. “Fine, fine. I was just admiring how handsome you are. Is that a crime?”

He chuckles shyly under your compliments, his cheeks flushing into a light pink, your words always seem to leave him defenseless. “You’re too kind to me, love,” he replies, a sad undertone seeping through his words. Despite your onslaught of adoration for him, despite how many times you have made it clear to him how irrevocably in love you were, he could never quite understand what you saw in him.

“You deserve no less,” you reply tenderly, your hands running through his hair comfortingly, sensing his insecurities bubble up just by the slight shift in his tone.

“Thank you,” he holds you tighter, his face finding itself in your shoulder once more to avoid your gaze, “I just wish I saw what you saw,” he confesses somberly.

You ponder for a moment, trying to find the right words, “I guess it’s like the sun, baby. The sun is perhaps one of the prettiest things this planet has had the privilege to witness, and it fills our bleak little planet with so much love and life.”

He hums at your words, taking them in before responding, “I think it sucks being the sun sometimes.”

“Hm, why do you say that?”

“The sun can’t see itself,” he thinks aloud, “but I guess at least it gets to see the world around it,” he releases you from his hold, laying once more on his back while looking above, “Like you, like the beauty it has to offer.”

#cinnamostar writes #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz fanfic #skz imagines #lee felix x reader #felix x reader #skz scenarios #skz fluff #skz felix #skz felix x reader #skz x you #stray kids felix #stray kids felix x reader #stray kids x you #lee felix

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almondamaretto · 3 months

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chris x volleyball!reader pleasepleasepleaseplease

or chris/matt fluff im good with either! Thank you so much!

honestly i think doing sports/hobbies!reader x matt and chris would be really cool!!

chris x volleyball!reader hcs

warnings: some sfw parts and some nsfw parts!! mentions of injury

i actually did volleyball once 😎 (it was 8th grade and i broke my arm in an unrelated activity 4 games in...)

— tries his hardest to come to every single game you have. he's a busy guy, always recording and planning out new ideas, he's always doing something different—but he refuses to miss your games.

— matt is actually so tired of him 'cause he is constantly driving chris to some random place.

— he has most def spent hundreds of dollars just on ubers to your games.

— we all know that chris is into sports, watching, playing, all that fun stuff. bro would 100% get too invested in the game.

"red card? for fucking what!?" his hands shoot up as he exclaimed to no one in particular, rolling his eyes and groaning as the other team was awarded a point.

— secretly cusses out refs when they give you penalty cards:

"what a fuckass ref"

"bro's never made a correct call in his entire career."

— doing a full 180 when the referee doesn't card you for something you fully deserved a card for

"best ref i've ever seen, hands down!"

— after winning a game he's congratulating you in every way possible. a tight hug as he kisses you all over your face, picking you up by your ass to hold you even closer.

— after losing a game he's pulling you into a long hug, burying your face in his chest as he comforts you, rocking you back n forth as he pets your hair.

— go to hand placement is directly on ur ass.

— will definitely smack your ass at every opportunity. walking a step in front of him? going up the stairs in front of him? oh fs

— will absolutely play with you/ help you practice (he's lowk terrible at it and spikes the ball way too much to actually help you but he's cute so does it really matter?)

— if you get an injury during a game my man is gonna be jumping over people to make sure you're okay. doesn't matter if its a sprained finger or a broken foot he is inconceivably concerned probably worse off than you lets be honest.

— will 100% try to take care off you if its a bad injury, going with you to the hospital, doctor's office, physical therapy—you name it, he is right by your side.

nsfw below !

— your uniform actually has him on his knees every game.

— those tight little spandex shorts never fail to create a tent in his pants !! he thinks he might actually go crazy every time you invite him to games, he knows what to look forward to after

— like yeah sure he's watching and enjoying the game your ass !!

— its js something about the way you look resting your hands on your knees, jersey riding up to show off your ass... all of a sudden he's tugging at the crotch of his pants and praying no one happens to glance down.

— god forbid he catch another man even looking in your general direction. bro is taking you home fucking you 2 inches from death. you’re his girl, no one else’s.

— either super sweet and loving sex after winning a game or rough sex filled with praise and teasing.

"y'did so good today ma, gonna make you feel so good."

"gonna fill you up, show you how proud i am of you."

— rough, angry sex whenever you lose esp if you get an attitude with him, either you or him on top—he wants you to do whatever you need to feel better, he hates seeing his baby upset ☹️

"take it out on me, ma."

"gonna fuck that attitude out of ya."

— chris is actually just horny 99% of the time

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo fluff #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets

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lovememoreplease · 5 months

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Work for it grimmy ♥~ ☆TW- edging, degradation, praises, riding, humping, anal, unprotected sex, marking, jerking off, male reader a/n tumblr decided to fuck smth up and making the whole post invisible to everyone.... so i post it again. thank you anon for idea again!

☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆

Casper pathetic small moans filling the whole rub himself against your clothed bulge. hes on your lap as you sit on the bed with head resting on the bedframe. "come on, baby. beg for it" you said toying with casper cock before circling small circles on his tip with your thumb. your finger soon covered in his pre as he mewl for more. "s-sunshine... please.... let me cum... i want you inisde me... ah!~" he moan out and thrust his dick in your hand but is soon stopped with your hand holding his hips in place. "youre such a slut, casper" you sigh dissapointed and take your hand from his cock. he whine at the lost of any kind of touch and try to rub against your bulge once more. "casper" you said grabbing his hips with both of your hands. "work for it, grim. youre nothing but a whore now. attention and touch straved whore" you said as he let out a whimper. "p-please... i will be good, sunshine" he beg with teary eyes. "i've been good" he whine as his pride is getting crushed now. who did he even came to a moment when he beg a mortal he was supposed to collect soul from? eh...

your hand came back to stroking his poor painfully hard cock. his mouth opening in silent scream as he close his eyes and relax in your touch. he was close once more. for who knows what time tonight. "p-please... let me cum this time..." he whimper as small noises escape him. yet his prays went unheard as you stopped in last moment. his eyes open up full of tears as he sob. "w-why you did it?... youre so mean... please... just let me cum... i want you to ride mee" you make him go off your lap as you take off your pants and underwear with it. your dick standing tall twitching and asking for attention. casper at the sight of it wanted to to just have himself inside of you. "can i?" he asked sitting back on bed. "you think you deserve this?" you asked with cocky smirk as he nod. "i dont know..." you said teasing him as he sob flustarted. "h-hey! dont be mean... im.. im grim reapr!" he sob out as his cheek are burning red and eyes full of tears. "not anymore" you chuckle and kiss his cheek. "come here, pretty boy" you whisper in his ear before getting on top of him and taking him all in.

loud moan left his parted lips as you finally bottomed out taking him whole in your tight wet needy hole. "s-so good" he stutter out as hes in a moment of bliss. the feeling of your walls squeezing around him almost making him faint. "casper..." you moan and place your hands on his chest. he bend you down and connect both of your lips in a sloppy kiss. a short make out session before you rolled your hips still getting used to him inside you before freely bouncing up and down his lenght.

your hands propping yourself on his chest as he close his eyes and let the moans and whimpers fill the room. "shoo f-fuckign good" he moan out slurring on his words as a small trail of saliva escape his mouth and go down his chin. his fucked out expression. his small fang bitting down at his lower lips to try silence his noises. his half lidded eyes full of tears that dont want to fall from them... all so hot and needy. "g-god.." he moan out as you fixing your position and this time propping yourself from the back to take him deeper. his chest moving with every deep breath he takes and you cant help but let your hand trail down to cup his chest and play with his hard sensitive nipple. "s-sunshine... dont... im... ah~! im fucking close" he said looking at you begging for you to let him cum. you just nod giving him green light and so he use it.his hands land on your hips moving you up and down as his hips thrust into you before shooting white ropes of cum deep inside of you. your hips rolling riding out his orgasm.

while casper was calming down after his high you pulled him into a hug and kissed his neck. "such a good boy for me... letting me ride you" he smile and move his hand down to your hard cock jerking you off quickly. gasp leaving your lips as you finish in his fist. "now we both came" he chuckle and kiss you once again

#male reader #amab reader #a date with death #grim reaper #gay

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ethanharmonia · 18 days

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The Hisui Trio in my AU!! :D

(they dont know how to dress up 😔)

I wanted to make reference sheets for the three, even though i took a ton of inspo from many things but its for investment i promise i promise

Those three are friends in this AU, they are all in the present world and they are like a family to each other tbh, they might get into a few arguments but they talk it out later on.

To be fair i think those three would give each other kisses, not in a romantic way though, its just more of a platonic thing i guess??

The three of them own dragon type pokemon, from gen 4, 6 and 8 (me like even numbers dont mind me), i kinda felt like these pokemon fit them best by personality (im not exactly sure for 100%)

Dropping the lore here :

The only way Adaman and Irida could go back and out of Hisui was by Volo taking them with him by going through portals with Giratina, of course the two of them got frightened at the sight of Giratina showing up right in front of their eyes for the first time but they got used to it later on.

As a gift of gratitude from Volo for still being accepted by Adaman and Irida even after everything he's done in the past, he made and gave a clone of Origin Dialga and Origin Palkia to them so that they could also travel through the portals or around the world without his help (he's getting tired from babysitting them pls let him live).

Adaman and Irida just live with Lucas, Dawn and Barry in Twinleaf Town, sometimes Volo comes by to visit them and hang out with them. Lucas and Dawn dont have memories of Rei and Akari, so they have no idea of what Volo used to be back then, if they would then oh boy they would try to kill him.

{With Dialga} Adaman possesses Steel type powers (or Metal Bending as they say), he uses it a lot for combat but also for reaching high places if he cant go up there or reach it by climbing, he bends the metal into a form of a long rope in order to get up there.

{With Palkia} Irida has Water type powers (or Water Bending), she is not really the type of a person to fight but she rather heals others, it also works on pokemon too, though sometimes she can kick ass once in a while if anyone drives her mad.

{With Giratina and Arceus} Volo has all the elements, including Dark type powers but he never uses those as he only sees the bad in them and never wishes to use them, reminding him a lot of Cyrus {bro hates him more than anything}, with Volo being an Archon, he can summon pretty much every pokemon, including the legendaries and mythical ones, and the ultra beasts, even though the legendaries are gods too and are feared by many, Volo however just sees them as misunderstood creatures/beings, as he has a better bond with them than with his own people.

Volo despises humans, he only sees the bad in them as he has only seen the bad things that humans did, and with Volo being isolated in Arceus's realm and being there for about 280 years (met Arceus at 20), he cant really change his opinion about it, even if he has friends that are different than the rest of the humans, Volo still has doubts that humans are good, unless proven to him. Sure, Volo is the archon and savior of this world and he is trying his best to make the world a better with no wars or catastrophies, he hates humans, but he just wants peace, but he is aware that even if this happens one day then the peace wont last forever, the world cant remain peaceful for eternity, theres always going to be something happening all the time and he will have to deal with it on his own.

This would be Volo and his Dragapult (canon)

Imagine praying to god, and this is who you're praying to

#pokemon au #pokemon #pla volo #pla adaman #pla irida #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon legends volo #wielder volo #pokemon wielder volo #pokemon volo #pokemon irida #pokemon adaman #clan leader irida #clan leader adaman #irida #adaman #volo #here uhh lore uhh yes have it here #if anyone understands what im saying here then you are officially my child #doing allat at 2 am my god #ah yes did you know that Volo is a god in this au. na wait. an ARCHON?? LMAO #na cuz i feel like he deserved it fr #adaman and irida are like his family rn #had some weird scenarios about adaman and volo kissing while irida watches them with a confused look like “bro not this again”#they definetly are the best trio in my opinion idgaf #they would kick ass tbh #also i took some reference from arcane cuz why not hahahahaha (i didnt mention it in the lore)#i made it that cyrus is darkness and volo is light aint no way this turning into mlp LMAO #i think im high af when im writing all that rn #cyrus is dead btw

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dr4kenlvr · 1 year

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𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐈'𝐌 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

ft. ran haitani, baji keisuke, hanma shuji, shinichiro sano, draken x gn!reader- fluff (1.0k+)

nana's note: been obsessed with isabel larosa's "i'm yours" and had writers block until i heard it for the first time so please take this and THANK YOU MISS LAROSA!!! happy november everyone!! ^^

warnings: use of "pretty" in ran's, reader smokes in hanma's, super vague religious talk in hanma's, shinichiro's is LOWKEY suggestive LMAOOO, also this shit is not proof red im sorry

"i know that you love me. darling, you don't have to say it."

ran's hands grazed against your waist with a touch you could almost call ghostly. his fingers glided themselves across the expanse of your skin before he treads ahead of you in the busy streets of roppongi. tonight, he promised to take you out for some fun after his gang's business. and as everybody else was too preoccupied with their own business, you were the only one notice the smug smile he wore as he turned around. "you comin'?" he calls out, laughing as he reached for your hand. "wouldn't want to leave a pretty thing like you behind, ah?" his fingers interlocked with yours, following a familiar warmth engulfing the two of you. you gaze up at the man, a certain admiration evident in your eyes at the feeling of him so close to you. his presence spoke volumes to you, and his actions tenfold. you suppose the word "love" didn't need to be spoken out loud to be felt.

more under the cut! ;)

"nervous trip over my words, you're so pretty, it hurts."

baji's arms flexed under his white tee as he tied his hair back. blunt nails raked back the raven strands that splayed over his face during the day, and you flush at the thought of you being one of the only people to see him so late in the evening. the dull lamp light illuminates his face in a light you found oddly heavenly—but you supposed that was because it was baji who was in focus. you watch as he expertly knots the tie over and around to secure his locks. you let yourself fall mesmerized with his angular features, now rid of any distracting hairs, and decide: baji keisuke was so, so pretty. his brown eyes glance at you, "what's up? something on m'face?" your eyes dart to his, already feeling a palpitation in your chest faintly ached. "n-nothing! you just, look good.. is all." you smile, and baji hopes you miss the way his exposed ears flush at your words.

"i need something more, i pray to the lord, that baby i'm yours."

in no reality, would hanma shuji consider himself a man of god—his vicious behaviour and callous tactics were borderline sadistic to most. he tells himself this, as hanma questions why he finds himself imploring on a higher being in this very moment: you're looking at him like he's the only person on this planet, as you sit far too close to be labelled as simply "friends". your hands rest against his thigh, as you lean forward on the cramped seat of his bike. his hand, inked with the kanji of sin travels up your back, unconsciously pulling you even closer. you breathe out, so close that hanma can feel it on his neck. his other hand lifts with a cigarette, as he takes a long drag before casually blowing the smoke out. hanma doesn't let his nonchalant facade falter—not even when you gesture for his cigarette, silently telling him to put it in your mouth. and when you inhale and exhale directly onto him with a lazy grin, hanma begs to any and every lord that one day, he'll be yours.

"is it too late to see you? i love the view of your headlights."

you chew your lip as you glance at the time: 11:27 PM, the fluttering bang of your chest becoming louder in your ears. you take a deep breath, 'calm down, it's only shinichiro'. suddenly, a set of lights turn the corner of your street. its lights were bright enough to make you squint, before your eyes settled on shinichiro's dark orbs through his lightly tinted windows. you grin shamelessly as he reaches over to unlock the door for you, smiling warmly when you enter his car and shut the door. the two of you converse like you always do, plain old conversation and laughter bounced around as easy as ever. but the growing presence of his hand inching towards your's was far too overwhelming. you stare at him, his eyes are focused on the road—but his fingers danced their way across, faintly grazing the skin of your knuckle. your breath hitches, before you turn your palm up and interlock your fingers with his. there's a red light, and his car halts to a smooth stop,—"...shinichiro?" he turns to face you, engulfing your hand tightly. "yeah, darling?" "let's go home."

"we're getting closer, inches away. lose composure, favourite mistake."

draken wipes off his sweat and grime from a day's hard work with his cloth, before drying his hands off and standing up. "ah fuck, that hunch is gonna kill me one day." he groans, stretching his arms up and over his head. you laugh, sitting off to the side of the shop as you await him to finish up. draken had promised to take you home tonight, and wouldn't let you choose otherwise because it had gotten late. "oh! ken," you stand up and jog over to him, "you missed a spot, silly." he shoots you a confused look—before you gesture to his temple with a smirk. "you've got some dirt left on your head, lemme clean it for ya'" grabbing his towel, you lean up to diligently wipe away the residue, not realizing that you reduced the space between you two to practically zero. draken tilts his head, angling it to make things easier for you—but his eyes stay trained on your face. and when you move away, he places a large hand on your waist to stabilize you. "ken?" you gape up at him, your mind freezing and your body losing composure at the close contact. draken begins to lean in closer, his face now inches away from yours. and when you feel the soft mold of his lips against your own and the feel of his hands pushing you tightly against him, you're content with calling this your favourite mistake.

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Mother Superior’s Final Attempt (One-Shot)

Oneshot Description: Mother Superior is desperate to get “god’s favorite princess” back into Shar’s clutches

authors note: This is my first attempt of a oneshot, please be kind if your going to comment any feedback, I am a human just like you. Im just looking to improve my writing skills and have fun!

-This is a long one, let me know if you want me to keep writing other one shots of my Paladin Artemis and Shadowheart. Here you go @iomlangealai

Shadowheart’s POV

May our mother bathe us in her light. For I am a child of the Moon, ever glistening and ever in awe of her glory. Moonmaiden, I ask that you watch over us all, watch over my lover Artemis and may-

My prayer is interrupted by a cold, insistent nose poking my arm. I look up and I see Scratch holding his ball, hoping that I will play with him. Smiling, I take it from him mouth and I throw it across the camp, happily he goes and retrieves it. On his way back a whistle interrupts the air, it sounds like my love’s whistle. “Scratch, she’s praying, leave the pretty woman be,” Artemis chides gently as she makes her way over to me, she has replaced her usual armour for her camp clothing, she looks positively light and carefree, even if it is only momentary. I smile up at her as I move to stand, she helps me up, ever the gentleman, “Why help lover,” I greet, smiling, I give her a peck. “Hello yourself my darling. I have our bedrolls all ready for bed, the camp chores are done, and the dishes are washed, all that's left is for me to steal you away from this ladykiller.” She says teasingly to Scratch who just gives a gentle bark. I laugh, “Well perhaps you should just whisk me away before someone else does,” I tease and she just gives me a fake gasp of shock, I circle around her and I hug her from behind, resting my face on her warm back. I feel her relax, “C’mon love, lets get some rest, we need all the rest we can get before we infiltrate the Cloister.” I whisper, gently taking her hand and guiding us to out bedrolls. Once we climb inside our shared bed, I wriggle into Artemis’s strong arms, and fall into a quick easy sleep.

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Loud noises cloud my hearing; it wakes my brain up but my eyelids are as heavy as metal and I smell the uncanny stench of smoke and sulphur. Metal clashing on metal makes my ears ring, I cannot move. I cannot feel the warmth of my lover. Any control if my limbs is out of reach; distant. I feel like a thought, light and afloat; a mere breeze could whisk me away. But there’s nothing light about this, and for this I am sure. An agonized scream of a woman rips through the air as the sound of metal clashes against something; it sounds like Artemis, and panic sets in, but here I am still, trapped in my own dark space of thoughts, without sight and without body. I feel the breeze on my face and the rhythmic feel of a gallop, I must be leaving camp. But these thoughts are almost gone for good, for the sounds around me blur into a flatline of nothing.

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The jolt of cold water splashing on me is what wakes me up; the dim light of candles invades my pupils as they struggle to adjust, my mind racing as the water sends every nerve to awaken because of its frigidity. I cannot move again, but slowly I realize that I am starfished on a wooden table that’s slanted upwards so I can see the whole room, my arms being held down by leather straps. In a flash I recognize this room, I used to use this very method. A sinking feeling settles in the pit of my stomach, I was taken. I was taken just like when I was a child. The memory of the sounds I heard before.. they invade my memories. Instantly, a face comes into view, a masked face I used to love and look up to, but now I look upon Her with resentment: Mother Superior. “God’s favorite princess awakens,” She says, voice low and scarily calm. “You, you took me!” I say angrily, struggling against my bonds. She makes her way to the table I am strapped to, taking her time as her eyes rake over me. She takes an extra second to look at my white hair. She tsks, “My my child, I must admit I am a little in awe. It is rare to see gods fight over a mere mortal, but here we are. A mortal who Shar and Selûne bicker and play tug of war with, a mortal who betrayed a god just to go to the sister. I wonder what makes you so special.” She says a hint of jealousy in her voice, circling the table like a predator toying with its prey. I writhe against my shackles, to no avail. “I know who you are, Viconia DeVir. You don’t hold any power over me anymore.” I say as I watch her freeze, she takes off her mask and I see her face for the first time in a long time. “You remember, no doubt the Moonmaiden’s daughter told you my true identity.” She says with disgust, I just shake my head, “Noblestalk. And I am starting to piece together my past. The Moonmaiden has helped me, loves me, better than Shar ever did,” I say angrily, “You stole forty years of my life, but no more. I am no longer craving your acceptance, you can keep your Dark Lady, your secrets, but this life is mine!” I continue, watching her look uninterested in my words, it makes me angry, livid even. “They’ll kill you; the entire camp knows you’ve taken me. Artemis especially, she’s killed two of the Chosen of the Dead

Three, she’s killed a devil in his own home. And now you’ve taken me, you must really want to die,” I threaten, narrowing my eyes at her, she just simply smiles, “My child, don’t you know who I am? I can manipulate memories in my own accord; I can make you forget her. Fear her. Hate her.” That makes my face drop and my skin crawl, “With a simple chant of 5 words I can change all of that in an instant, I already did it once with your fear of wolves, I made you fear your own father. What makes you think I won’t do it again here? It’d be most fun watching them struggle to get you, only for you to not know who they are, to hate them, maybe I’ll make you love someone else. Then how would your dear little Artemis feel?” She taunts, the sinking feeling in my stomach rises to my throat, “After all, how do you know if she’s still alive?” She says, getting dangerously close to my face and I think back to that scream I heard in my brain fog, I struggle against my binding again. “What did you do to her!” I scream, enraged as I watch her lean back and laugh.

I am about to speak again, but shouting is heard distantly and the door slams open, one of Viconia’s Lieutenant’s barges in “Mother Superior, pardon the intrusion.. They’re here.” He says before running back out, and instantly I know who he is talking about. A loud sound, similar to thunder crashes down and roars in the main chamber, its a little ways away so I am shocked that it was still so loud even in here. “I told you, I was not bluffing. You are about to feel the wrath of everyone you had attacked in my camp,” I say smugly, watching her face grow red with anger. “You insolent child! I have had enough, you could’ve been perfect. Shar said you were the one to surpass even me! But you have turned your back on us,” She says, slapping me in the face so hard it leaves me dazed, I groan. “You had one job! It was to retrieve the artefact,” Another slap, it makes my eyes water and nose bleed, “And you don’t even have it!” She yells, looming over me with a dagger, “I do have it, I’ve hidden it. I hide it every night, you’ll never find it!” I yell in protest as she drags the knife tauntingly down my arms, lightly piercing the skin, I wince. That’s a lie, I don’t hide it as well as I should, but doesn’t need to know that Scratch sleeps curled around it. “Prepare to get your memories wiped again, and this time, you’re going to forget that annoyance of a woman you seem to love so much, your going to forget everything,” She says, chanting the words and her eyes glow, I writhe against my restraints and as she is about to touch my head to wipe my memories away once again, she’s hit in the back with a glaive I’ve spent the past few months cleaning and polishing; its Artemis. Well, its everyone. Everyone is here to save me. Through the chaos I see my shining paladin of vengeance, smiting Viconia with a fiendish and enraged look in her eyes I’ve never seen before. The others stand guard and watch, some in horror and some enthralled to see Artemis wreak havoc upon Viconia. Scarily, Artemis’ glaive glows with a moonbean and she is seconds away from smiting Viconia one final time, but its Aylin that holds her back from killing Viconia completely, “The Moonmaiden will claim her, and have her to rot for centuries on end. Go to your beloved,” She says in her usual ‘Aylin’ way, tears start to fall, the adrenaline of not knowing if I was going to live or die wearing off, and in an instant I am surrounded by Artemis, she hurriedly unshackles me and pulls me right into her embrace. “Oh my darling, are you alright? Are you hurt? Your lover is here, your safe with me again,” She says, holding me tight and scanning my body for serious injuries. I look at her, look at everyone, their faces scared for me, even Lae’zel. I sniffle, overwhelmed by it all, I cover my face and try to calm down. Artemis just hold me, but one by one my companions.. my family, move to comfort me. “You are safe once more my cub, you will now not be allowed out of my sights for long,” Jaheira says as she passes by, squeezing my shoulder, I look up and smile, “Jaheira is right, Boo and I will continue to grab evil by the buttocks for you!” Minsc says, earning a squeak from Boo, I give a watery laugh and wipe my tears away, “You are my fellow soldier, my friend, I would search Avernus for you,” Karlach adds, earning a hum of approval from Astarion, “These wretches have taken enough from you and I. You helped me kill Cazador, my demons, its about time I help you kill yours.” He smirks, licking his lips from (probably) feasting on their blood. “Astarion is right Shadowheart, you are a formidable ally, we would be foolish to let you get gutted.” Lae’zel speaks, earning a genuine smile from me. She just raises an eyebrow and dismisses me with her hand but I see a hint of a smile. Wyll and Gale nod, both casting healing spells on me, after they say their own words the whole group mentions that they'll meet us at camp.

All who’s left is Artemis and I, she looks at me anxiously, “I thought..” She begins, tears welling up in her eyes, “I thought I lost you, Shadowheart. I woke up to Viconia and her cultists holding a knife to my throat, my arms down and she drugs you with a paralytic poison. I watched her take you from me. And she almost did, permanently.” She says crying, I hold her face and bring her lips to mine, they taste salty from her tears but I dont care, “I thought I lost you, my brave Artemis, I heard your screams.. I, she said she killed you.” I say softly, tears falling down my own face now, she takes her leather gloved hands and wipes them away, “I almost did, it took 4 men to hold me down as she took you away on horseback. Aylin helped me get free. But one guy really got me good, it left a nasty scar on my chest” She says, shuddering at the memory. I just hug her again, pressing my ear to her beating heart, “She almost made me forget you..” I whisper, closing my eyes and relishing in her embrace. She just tightens her grip on me, “The Moonmaiden would restore your memories, I am sure of it. Aylin and I would never allow that to happen. I would go to the Moon herself and beg her for all eternity.” She says with finality, oh my sweet little paladin. For a little we just stay like this, in each others embrace, silently processing and remembering that the other is okay. Artemis is the first to break the silence, “Come, lets go back to our makeshift home, where we belong.” She says softly, smiling, taking my hand. I beam at her and follow, walking hand in hand in the streets of the lower city. I know that these days ahead will be hard for Artemis and I, after all we have endured. But We will be okay, we have each other to rely one. Once we make it back I am joyously greeted by my friends, and for the first time in a long time, I feel like I am home.

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lavendermunson · 9 months

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enchanted IV | knight!eddie munson x princess!reader

summary Eddie tried to do the right thing but his heart can’t stop hurting. It’s time for the knight to drop his duties and come for the thing he loves the most.

tags +18, afab!reader, this chapter doesn’t have warnings at all but if you need me to mark something please let me know.

a/n read the note at the end!

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After talking to Wayne about the safety of the princess, Eddie returns to his room and looks at himself in the mirror. He feels his hands too light, feeling he is missing something. He is definitely missing something.

He wonders if this is the end. It is, maybe it is. He has to let go of the fire that ignites the chimney on the coldest week of winter and stay at home with the ray of sun that has lightened his face every day in the morning.

It would be stupid to run and see you, it would be so stupidly wrong. But for a moment he thinks, and thinks. There’s a possibility of you running away with him. He can’t predict the future, god, he wishes he could and right now the only thing left is giving up.

He sits in his bed, taking a notebook from under his pillow. The first page has a drawing of his mom, he tugs it close to his heart and as soon as he rests his head in the pillow, a tiny piece of paper peeks from under the leather.

“I wanna be defined by the things that I love. Not the things I hate. Not the things that I'm afraid of. Not the things that haunt me in the middle of the night. I just think that you are what you love.”

He closes his eyes, letting all his feelings flutter inside his body. He misses his mom. He misses being happy. Being, feeling free.

It is time for things to change, he thinks.

It is time I change things.

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With shaky hands and a pale face, terror conquers Eddie’s body at the sight of your parents. The king and queen.

“It's okay, you got this” he hears Wayne’s voice from their conversation before. Eddie got out of his room, told Wayne everything he felt, every little thing that was on his mind.

It was hard for Wayne to accept that the living reminder of his sister was telling him he was going to leave. He wanted to be mad, but he couldn't. It's what Eddie's mom would've wanted. It's what Eddie should do, fight for love.

Wayne was in love once, he understood completely. He hugged his nephew, he kissed his forehead. He wishes the best to him.

“So… what do you have for us? News?” The king, your father, speaks.

“I… i need to tell you something” Eddie's hands are no longer shaking. “I don't want to be your knight anymore, but don’t get me wrong it was an honor”

The kings, your parents, look at each other and for a moment they know. They know why, they know what’s coming, they've prayed for this.

“It is, it’s fine Eddie. But tell me, why the sudden change of mind?” your mother speaks, her voice is gentle. It surprises Eddie.

“I'm not– I'm not asking for permission. You can stop me, you can try to stop me. I need to go away, I need to get out of here. But I'm not doing it alone, I'm not going out empty handed.

For the first time in my life, I felt seen, I felt loved. Your daughter, I've been obsessed with her my whole life. She never treated me differently, no, how could she? She is the angel of my dreams, she is all I need. Her kindness. Her bravery. Her, she… she has a beautiful way of describing things, of seeing life.

I swallowed my heart for the sake of my kingdom but this is not what I want. I want her. She brought me back to life, I spent less than a lifetime with her and I need her. I need her like lungs need air. She fills me up, she… she makes me feel safe.

So I'm telling you… not asking. I need to go away, she needs to get out of here. I'm getting her out, to give her a happy, free and safe life. Im getting her away from you, and them, and this. To love her, to take care of her, and to make her the happiest girl that’s ever going to exist on this planet.”

His chest hurts, his throat is swollen. He is wondering why they aren’t throwing him in some dungeon.

The queen gets to him, away from her throne. The king follows her.

“Eddie. We are not going to stop you, you’d be doing us a favor” she says, taking Eddie’s hands in hers.

“We can’t stop this, but you can. Get away. Go away. Take care of our little girl” The king speaks, his eyes looking soft.

“We are not going to stop you, but we can’t help you either. You must have a plan by now, you are a smart boy” your mom speaks again, tears filling up her eyes.

“You can go now. Good luck, and thank you for caring about her” your dad speaks, Eddie nods.

This is the last time he is going to see them. He takes a deep breath and walks out.

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It’s been a dreadful week, a nightmare of a lifetime. Jason’s mom keeps coming into your room, you’ve tried on thirty-seven dresses and still none of them is the right one. How could any dress be the right one, when the husband-to-be isn’t the one you love?

Every minute you spend in that castle, away from your family and waiting for Jason to come and talk to you when you know he is away with a girl somewhere. It feels like that’s all you are going to be. Always a girl trapped in some room, away from the wonders, the adventures.

From the moment Eddie let the other knights take you, your heart has been feeling heavy. The feeling of waking up to an empty bed after the best night of your life was something you couldn’t describe. It was painful.

Someone who is in love with you doesn’t betray you, he doesn’t get to do that to you. And you think, maybe this is what you deserve. To be here. Alone.

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After getting some food for dinner you go back to your room. A room that’s too empty for your taste. There are no books lying around. No comfortable silk pillowcases. The sheets are rough, the blankets are too cold.

You look out, the tiny window in the room is enough for you to see a part of the woods. The sun is going down, it will disappear in an hour, maybe less.

“Since you don’t want any dress, I will have to give you my own” the queen enters the room, making you jump.

“I can’t. No i can’t take that from you” you shake your head.

“It is settled” she lets the modiste come in to fix the dress, it’s the less you can now.

“I have this. It’s for you… but please don’t tell anyone i gave it to you”

On her hands rest a letter, with a pink wax seal that you would recognize everywhere. Your mom’s.

“My dear, our tulip.

We have been thinking, we have been convinced. This life is not for you, it never was.

Since you were born, we have been the happiest pair. My little girl.

It is time for you to be your own person. To make your own choices. To make good things. To make mistakes.

He is going to take care of you. He is going to do what we couldn’t… He is going to make you happy.

Me, dad. We love you, cherry pie. We will miss you. You are our thoughts.

Love you. Mom.”

Tears pool on your eyes, and you blink twice and look at the paper. Hope gets over you, you spin in your feet with a smile on your face.

Him? Eddie? All of this is too good to be true.

“How did you get this?” you ask the modiste.

“Princess, i'm not a modiste. I'm some sort of a… messenger? Tonight at midnight you need to go down the stairs, through the kitchen and wait on the opposite side of the barn. You know what’s waiting, I won't tell you.”

“Midnight. Got it, thank you” you say.

“Have a safe travel, it was an honor to meet you”

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A wave of happiness hits you. You rest in bed and tug the letter close to your chest.

The moment you’ve been dreaming for is finally here. Freedom. Love. Him.

You wonder why this couldn’t come sooner, but maybe this was the right time. The right time to be anything you want to be, to start again in a new place. Meet people. Travel. Learn.

And most importantly… be with him. Kiss him. Hug him. You miss his touch. His smell. His fingers over and inside you.

The door opens in a rush, you hide the letter under your pillow. It’s Jason, drunk, filthy, dumb Jason.

“Hello future wife, i am exhausted from just… kissing so many girls” he closes the door and gets in bed with you, pulling you to him. You try to fight back but he doesn’t let you. His arms are heavy on you. “Fuck-fuck night gowns and fuck-fuck-fuck me” he falls asleep quickly, like some sort of miracle.

You look at him, it’s the most peaceful you’ve ever seen him. You wonder why a sweet kid like him could grow up to be a nightmare of a person.

Is this what happens? When greed, money, fame and a high status gets over your head? And you wonder. Is he going to look for you? With violent knights and hundreds of weapons. If he is selfish, dumb and evil. Would you ever be safe?

The clock hits midnight. It’s time to go.

You press your fingers on his arm, delicately breaking free of his grip so he won’t wake up. His arm fell hard on the mattress, your fingers slipped but he didn’t wake up.

He is lost. Dozing.

You run to the door, quietly. Once it’s been open you close it and run towards the kitchen.

A loud sneeze comes from the hallway, you hide in a closet next to the back door. You take a peek from what it looks like to be a keyhole and realize it’s the queen. Jason’s mom.

She makes herself tea. Surprisingly, she is making a tea by herself. The clock above her head marks five minutes past midnight, you cross your fingers hoping she doesn’t take too much time.

–

Eddie’s plan has been working perfectly. Since packing his stuff, some of your stuff he got back from the cabin in the woods. He got a horse ready, fruit and bread for the ride. A map.

He gets close to the back of the barn, leaving the horse a few minutes back so he won’t get caught.

Eddie hears steps coming to the barn. The king, Jason’s dad. He is pacing around looking at the animals, maybe he can’t sleep.

After a few minutes the queen joins the king, Jason’s parents look like villains out of a book. They look old, tired and their faces always have a frown on it.

Eddie starts to play with the rings in his hands. He is anxious. They won’t go away and if you come out the door and find them they will catch you and lock you forever. He has to stop you from coming out.

His steps are fast, but quiet. He looks for another entrance to the castle and runs through the hallway. He looks at the wedding decorations.

The wedding was supposed to happen today, in the morning.

He runs through the castle, hoping no one will see him and after catching a glimpse of your figure he runs towards you. You managed to escape the queen a few seconds ago, making your way to find another exit.

The place looks like a labyrinth, everything is dark. Eddie feels himself running in circles, getting to the same place over and over. He stops to ease his breath, trying to get rid of the fog that clouds his eyes. A body bumps into him, he opens his eyes and takes in your face.

The softness of your lips. The pretty tip of your nose. And when he finally locks his gaze with yours he allows himself to breathe again.

“It’s you” you say, quiet.

“Hi, i’m here to rescue you,” he says, with a grin on his lips.

“That is… very accurate. I was going to make fun of you for that”

“What can I say? call me knight charming”

You push your body towards him, his hands fit right in your waist and pull you to his chest. Your lips met his in a short kiss, it lasts seconds but it takes you to heaven.

“I’m sorry. I have so many things I need to say to you but we have to go. Now” you nod, taking his words in, his hand reaches yours and together you run to find an exit.

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After what felt like hours of running, you finally make it to Eddie’s horse. He gets “Peanut” ready to leave but panics as he hears footsteps, not too close so you can escape in time but close enough to make him anxious.

“Hurry” he says to you.

“I see them, c’mon!” A drunk Jason walks slowly to you. He is still far away, his steps are clumsy and it’s taking him years to reach you.

“Let’s go, sweetheart” Eddie’s voice sounds muffled, a ring in your ears starts to increase its pitch.

Your heart is beating in your heart so fast, your body is completely frozen.

“I can’t” you look at Eddie, his lips trembling.

“What?”

“I- I didn't say goodbye to my parents. I didn’t hug them one last time i-” you pause, tears run down your cheeks “This, this kingdom. The people, they need me Eddie”

“No! no they don’t. Your mom is, she is going to take care of them. Your dad said they are going to think about you all the time… sweetheart, please. It’s time to go” he reaches for your hands, taking them with a soft touch and squeezing them.

“And the cabin, I need my stuff. My books and my clothes” you look at him, he is worried but he knows you are scared.

“I have some stuff, I have the clothes and blankets you made. The mug and plates you made. Your box of jewelry” he drops your hands by your sides, his soft palms travel to your cheeks and he takes a deep breath. “There’s books everywhere, we can buy more and we can look in every place for them. Please…” he kisses your forehead, hoping it would ground you and assuring you it’s going to be okay. “Please come with me”

You nod, you take his hands away from your face and your heart skips a beat. You get on the horse with him, hugging him from behind and squeezing his body as tears fall down your cheeks again.

As you get far away from the kingdoms, the castles slowly start to disappear. Eddie manages to lose the ones that were following you and starts to focus on the road.

It was hard. Sad.

The two of you were heartbroken.

Leaving people you loved. The place you grew up in. All the memories you’ve left behind.

Eddie told you he managed to sell the cabin to a couple in the kingdom that were tired of the stupid rules and wanted to be free. It was enough to get a tiny house, your jewelry was going to help.

You were going to find jobs and live a happy life. Together.

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After traveling around for months, you finally found a place to stay. It was a big town, without a kingdom.

There was a mayor, a woman with a strong character but she looked nice.

A sheriff, he looked serious and he was strong.

The two of them welcomed you after buying your house. It was much better than the cabin, nicer than Eddie’s house. You loved it, it was tiny and felt cozy. It felt like a home.

Hours after settling, showering together and sharing some kisses. Your now boyfriend and you walked through town, at the very center of it there was a market.

You bought books, fruit, and some ingredients to cook. Pieces of fabric, silk, old drapes.

In the corner some kids close to a carpet full of miscellaneous stuff.

“How much for the guitar?” Eddie says, taking the guitar in his hands and starting to play a melody. You watch him, his smile looks so good and his eyes are less puffy.

“I will give you a good deal if you teach us how to play the new one we got” A boy with curly hair speaks, as the others watch your boyfriend.

“Deal” Eddie reaches for the boy’s hand and he takes it smiling. “I’m Eddie, this is my princess Y/N”

“I’m Dustin” he shakes his hand “These are my friends, Mike, Lucas, Will, Max and El”

“Nice to meet to guys” you smile, they all look so friendly.

“Are you really a princess?” Max says, getting close to you with El by her side.

“Let’s say… we all are princesses” you smile at them “Right?”

“I love that!” El says, smiling.

You watch the kids laugh and dance as Eddie plays a song on the guitar and sings. Your heart flutters.

You look at each other, words aren’t needed when you know you feel the same. Finally you are free, happy. In a place where you feel like you belong. In a place when you can make your own choices and as your mom said, your own mistakes. But by Eddie’s side it will always be great, things will always be great.

hey! what a ride. this was my first time doing a long fic. i have to apologize for the ending, i tried to wrap up everything and i still feel like i missed some things but i will write them in the future, separately from this long story but in the same universe.

i dropped this story for a long time and i had a lot of plans, unfortunately i didn’t have time to do it and i just keep being unmotivated by the whole thing but i tried my best to come up with an ending instead of abandoning it.

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rosaniruby · 11 months

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So I watched that video on youtube "It's all about Ruby" where they explain why ruby is probably the cause of all the supernatural stuff and i dont know why i didnt think of that earlier.

I didn't see anyone talk about it here so i just wanted to point out the times when ruby imply that she is the one being guided every time she gains some kind of succes in her career.

and almost always whenever crows appear ruby is there almost like they're connected to her. And they actually guide her.

so the theory that since this town worships amenouzume (the goddes of art, deity off fulfilled wishes.) its probably the fact that sarina prayed to become an idol and died before it could be fulfilled that she was listened and eventually reborn (mind you, she wasn’t reborn for 4 years and just waited till ai will give birth, in contrast to aqua who convieniently died the same night. Why would they give ai's child the soul of a girl already dead for 4 years if she wouldn't be connected.) as ai's child with aqua there with her as 'the only other person she loved'.

That's what the theory says and im inclined to agree. after all, the crow girl says herself that ruby is fulfilling her role amazingly meanwhile aqua still has to think about it.

(But what is ruby doing different than aqua? They both try to get to their father. Unless, ruby being popular is an important factor.)

Let me just point out as well that shes basically saying ai's death or rather the hope of her reincarnation is the factor that would stop them from achievening their goal or purpose, so we can say ai's death was a very important factor in whatever happened and, maybe, just as goro's death to ruby, was supposed to drive them to change their behavior. It's already something we could assume but the question is what role did crow girl played in ai's death and why she choose not to reincarnate her. Bc It's like she's saying aqua can't hope for ai to live a happy life since it distracts him from his destiny, because then he would rest, and he still doesn't do what he's supposed to.

Personally, I think there is a big missing piece of puzzle we still dont know, either in ruby's past with the gods or ai's secret we haven't came to know, that is the cause of it all. But surely all those things contributed majorly as well, after all ruby is more important to the plot than some people might think bc of her absence.

Oh and someone also noticed the mention of amaterasu (connected to amenouzume)

'her children also carry great destinies'

Again, this isn't my theory and I recommend you to watch that video on youtube if you want to know more details!!

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michelleleewise · 2 years

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Long Live The King

Pairing: King jotun Loki x female asgardian reader

Warnings: despair, depression, political drama, enemies to lovers, forced imprisonment, insults, mild slapping, innuendos, I think that's it....let me know If I missed anything!!!

Summary: you try to find a way to escape when a surprising turn of events take place.....

Part Two -- Part Three-

You weren't sure how long you sat in the corner of your cell, praying to every God you knew that Heimdall would hear you and bring you back, but so far the only thing you were met with was the icy wind from the window as night fell. You tucked yourself tighter trying to retain as much heat as possible letting a single tear escape as your new reality sunk in. you were not getting out if this....

You heard the locks on the door click, looking to see the two giants from before enter. "The King requires your presence." The one said pushing your leg with his foot. "I...m good..." you shivered rubbing your arms "it wasn't a request" the one said grabbing the chain pulling you up to your feet. You remained silent as they pulled you along a different hallway "do you think the king will let me have this one?" The one asked nodding at you. "Depends on what his plans are for her, but what he doesn't know.." the other said winking looking at you. You held your head high hoping your face didn't betray you.

You turned the corner, seeing a woman come out of one of the large doors adjusting her robe "Hello boys, is that her?" She asked. You looked at her taking in her slender frame, long dark hair and her not blue skin...who was she? You asked yourself "yes, the king demanded she be brought to him." The one said curtly. The woman walked over to you looking you up and down "hm...she's nothing special, I don't know what vexes him about her." She said standing in front of you "well im not the kings whore so..." You snarked feeling her hand across your face "watch how you speak to me." She growled. Hearing the door open behind her she whipped around

"I thought I sent you away." Loki said stepping out adjusting his leathers tunic. "Yes your highness, but she.." She started when he put his hand up "then go....away" He snapped glaring at her "bring her in." He said pointing at you as the guard pulled you inside "take her to my sitting room, I shall be there shortly." He said starting down the hall. You were pulled inside, remembering the room from the night you were caught, noticing your clothes and daggers sitting on top of his desk you tried to lunge for them only to be yanked back, your back hitting something solid. You looked up seeing the guard smiling down at you.

"Ah ah, be a good girl and behave" He growled pulling you towards the wall attaching the chain to a hook too far up for you to reach. "Good luck pet." The other laughed as they both walked out. You looked to to the desk, the dagger glinting in the light you reached for it, but the chain held you in place. "Dammit!" You yelled trying to reach up and unhook it when the door opened, turning seeing Loki walk in with a tray of different meats and cheeses making your mouth water. How long had it been since you ate?..."Come, sit by the fire." He smiled setting the tray down on a low table as you glared at him. "Oh...that's right." He snarked walking towards you.

He unhooked the chain, giving you no slack as he pulled you to the fire place fastening the chain to another hook in the floor. "Eat, you must be starved." He said walking back to his desk sitting down. You looked at the tray, your stomach growling but you refused to give into him so you curled into a ball scooting closer to the fire. "You are a stubborn one aren't you?" He laughed leaning back in his chair. "I meant what I said, I can make your life very....pleasant here." He smiled. "Being your whore isn't what I consider pleasant" you snarked. He leaned forward, his red eyes piercing into you resting his elbows on his knees "I can give you anything you desire, you would want for nothing." He smiled "I'd rather be impaled." You sneered "Oh, that can be arranged." He smirked.

"I will give you one last opportunity to tell me who sent you, and I suggest you be honest I will be able to tell." He said leaning back. You held your head high looking him in the eye "no one.." you said again hearing him sigh. "When I went through your belongings I found something very interesting." He said turning around picking up the scroll Odin had given you before you left. "Do you recognize this?" He asked holding it up, being met with silence from you "then you can imagine my surprise when I read it." He said making you furrow your eyebrows "oh...I take it you have not read it?" He asked standing up he walked over handing it to you. "Go on, see for yourself." He said sitting back down.

You unrolled it looking down at it feeling a chill run down your spine. "I, Odin Allfather hereby banish Y/n Y/l/n for treason againt the crown of Asgard." You read feeling your eyes burn. "the above accused had been found guilty of conspiring against the monarchy, and the attempted murder of the Allfather." You dropped the paper not wanting to read any further "it seems you are no longer welcome in the realm eternal." He smirked "now, I know you used dark magic to come here, and if the allfather did not send you I want to know how you got here." He said sternly. You remained silent, your brain trying to process what was happening "Answer me!" He yelled slamming his hand on the desk making you jump.

You looked up at him, willing your face to remain neutral "I don't know.. you said flatly watching him pinch the bridge of his nose "You really are an insufferable creature." He growled "and your a monster" You hissed balling your hands into fists "Oh, You have no idea.." he growled standing up he stormed over unhooking the chain pulling you up to his chest, looping his fingers under the collar around your neck he forced you to look at him "you are sure you won't talk?" He asked again as you remained silent "very well.." he hissed dragging you to the chamber door "take her to the throne room and wait for me, I will be there shortly." He said handing the chain to the gaurd slamming the door behind you.

You felt numb as you walked behind the two giants. Banished...is that why Heimdall wouldn't answer....would you ever be able to return home....would you die here....your thoughts spiraled as you came to a stop at the bottom of the dais. "Don't worry pet, the king can be rather....lenient.." one said as they both started laughing. You felt a lump form in your throat looking back seeing others flood into the room. The sea of voices echoed in your mind, watching everyone staring at you when Loki stormed in, cloak billowing behind him, grabbing your hair making you wince "my people, we have a traitor in our midst." He bellowed. You watched as the room fell silent, all eyes on him "not only did this filth try to murder me, she apparently attempted to assassinate the allfather himself." He called out as the voices erupted again.

"Now normally I would be impressed....but the attempt on MY life can not be overlooked so easily." He said. You watched him extend his hand as ice flowed from his fingers. One gaurd grabbed your hands holding them out while Loki bent you over, the ice encasing your wrists and neck holding you in place as you struggled to pull yourself free "She will remain here until I decide what to do with her, I am open to suggestions." He said walking behind you taking his seat on the throne. You pulled and twisted trying to get free, finally huffing in defeat realizing the ice was too thick to break free.

The smell of food wafted through the air, feeling your stomach churn and your mouth water, making you regret not eating what Loki brought to his chambers. You angled your head trying to look up seeing the woman from earlier walk up smiling "I see the filth gets what they deserve" She snarked "leave her be!" You heard Loki's voice bellow from above "but my king, she..." She started "She is my prisoner and you will do good to remember your place." He growled. You watched the woman glare as she stormed off.

You watched as everyone slowly filtered out, leaving you alone in the dark room. Your eyes began to feel heavy but in the awkward position you were in there was no way you could sleep half standing, so you leaned as best as you could against the ice block you were incased in. Sometime later you heard the door open and close, fidgeting when you heard footsteps approaching. "Calm yourself, it is only me" you heard Loki's voice along with a chair being drug across the floor. Setting it in front of you He sat down holding a small tray of food. He reached out, gently tucking your hair behind your ear as your eyes met his "unless you wish to die, you need to eat." He said grabbing a piece of meat holding it to your lips.

You wanted to refuse, to yell and scream and cry. But instead you slowly parted your lips as he gently pressed the meat passed them "good girl." He said making your cheeks heat up. "Now, while I admire your resolve, you need to realize the situation you are in...open." he said holding up a piece of cheese pressing it past your lips "I do not entirely believe you are dense enough to murder the allfather, but I know there is more to this." He said waving his hand in the air. You closed your eyes shifting your weight feeling your back kink. "Are you ready to speak to me?" He asked watching you. You closed your eyes, willing the tears not to fall, opening them seeing him still looking at you you remained silent. "If you will not speak to me what use are you hm?" He asked trying to coax you.

You heard him sigh, picking up another piece of meat holding it up "I do not wish to treat you poorly but you have given me no choice, I cannot show weakness in front of my people." He said pressing the food last your lips "let me go then." You said suddenly getting his attention "that will not happen, you can not try to assassinate a noble a walk away my dear." He said cooly sitting back. "I would rather die then talk to you monster." You snarled hearing him laugh "there are worse things then death, and my patience will only last so long." He smiled, sending a chill down your spine.

You watched him stretch his arms in the air "i'm afraid I am rather tired, sleep well asgardian." He said standing, placing the tray just out of reach on the chair "have fun with your whore." You sneered shifting your weight again. He kneeled down, lifting your chin slightly with his fingers looking into your eyes "Oh, I intend to." He smirked standing up "good night....y/n." He said striding across the room. You heard the door open and close, feeling the weight of your situation bear down on you a tear escaped your eye. You struggled again trying to free yourself but the ice was unyielding "Heimdall! Please! Bring me home I beg you!" You yelled into the empty hall, hearing only silence. You closed your eyes feeling all hope leave you.....

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star-girl69 · 1 year

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I Loved You Like the Sun

a/n: help!!!! what should i do abt baby visenya?? option one: she lives option two: she dies option three: i edit my previous chapters and remove her from the plot

it’s just a lot of characters to juggle and i already have plans for this fic and tbh… she would just get in the way IM SORRY. i’m leaning towards just pretending she never existed 😭

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, violence, super long and boring speeches, mentions of death, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Twenty One- Like You Mean It

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You have never wished more for Cannibal.

For the feel of his warm scales, his hot breath, he bright greens eyes boring into you. For his power, his majesty, his terrifying roars.

The king has not arrived, but you can feel the eyes of the Greens on you. You are the unknown variable, the wild card. They do not know you and you do not know them.

But the Hand’s eyes are the worst, you think. He digs into you, spiking through your skin, just enough to remind you he is there. Not outright threatening, but calculated, cold, observant.

Is he looking for a weakness, a low spot?

It is no secret that you have Daemon and Rhaenyra’s ear, that you are their treasure, their horde. And regardless of the dragon blood in you and the beast you ride, you weren’t raised to cultivate the fire in your blood. You were raised to tame it, to sweeten, to sweep away. To stick in people’s memory. You were a Honeyholt. That is how you were raised.

It would be wise for Otto to sway you to his plight, to convince you to whisper and Daemon and Rhaenyra’s ears. But your dragons know that truth as well. You are the weak spot.

They do not mean it in a cruel way, of course, it is just simply a fact. But the protection laden upon you- you do admit, it is nice to be the center of their attention again.

Finally, servants start to bring out the food.

Rhaenyra is silent next to you, only a place away from Alicent.

Before Rhaenyra had you, she had Alicent.

But Alicent had done cruel things to her- tension was thick in the air. You could tell Rhaenyra wanted to forgive her. But the scar on her arm stopped her, the memory of Alicent demanding Luke’s eye.

The tension eases, only slightly, when the door opens and Viserys is carried in on an ornate golden chair. You stand with the rest of the table, shoulder bumping with Daemon.

You sit again as he is placed down. The room is silent, all chatter ceased. Rhaenyra places a hand on your thigh, so much like her usual self now that Luke’s place is secure.

King Viserys let’s out a rasping breath.

“How good it is… to see you all tonight… together.” His voice is hoarse. He looks as he had every time you’ve seen him.

Like living is killing him.

“Prayer before we begin?” Alicent asks, and you look up from the empty plate before you.

“Yes,” Viserys rasps.

You do not know religious conventions. But, you do not want to cause ire, so your eyes flick around the room. Aemond, the boy with the eyepatch, keeps his hands out before him and his head bowed.

You copy him, hearing Daemon scoff. You close your eyes, no doubt he is not participating. you

“May the Mother smile down on this gathering with love. May the Smith mend the bonds that have been broken for so long. And to Vaemond Velaryon, may the Gods give him rest.”

You hear Daemon shift next to you, scoffing yet again.

“This is an occasion for celebration, it seems. My grandsons, Jace and Luke. Will marry their cousins, Baela and Rhaena.” The respective couples, each sitting next to each other, exchange small smiles.

Hope for them burns in your chest.

You shall even pray to the Seven, have Alicent herself teach you the ways, if it means they will be happy.

“A toast to the young Princes… and their betrothed.”

“Hear hear!” Daemon shouts, and the table lifts their glasses and drinks.

You see Aegon, the eldest Hightower, mumble something to Jace. But you are too far to hear. You see Baela shoot him a look, Jace set his glass on the table with perhaps more force than is necessary.

“Let us toast as well to Prince Lucerys… the future Lord of the Tides.”

“You’ll be great,” Rhaena assures him with a king smile, and he seems to relax. Everyone drinks, and you let out a pleased sigh of your own.

Mumbling rises throughout the table, Aegon, Baela and Jace keeping their voices just low enough.

But before your worry can grow, Viserys taps his cane onto the floor. He stands, with great effort, and you brace yourself for him to collapse. But, strenuously, he stands. The table is silent.

“It both… gladdens my heart and fills me with sorrow to see these faces around the table. The faces most fear to me in all the world… yet grown so distant from each other… in the years past.”

He sighs, dropping his head. You feel Rhaenyra’s fingers dig into your knee, although not painfully. She stiffens when she realizes what she had done, pulling back. It is the first time she has touched you so casually in days, and you would rather she hurt you then leave you yearning for her.

The table holds in a breath when Viserys takes off his golden mask, the one covering half of his face. You have heard only rumors. You do not know what lies in wait.

He straightens, and turns to you.

It is skeletal. A gaping hole, filled of mutualistes flesh. He looks as if he is already dead. You bite back repulsion in your stomach, imagine his pain.

“My own face… is no longer a handsome one… if indeed it ever was. But tonight… I wish you to see me… as I am. Not just a king, but your father. Your brother. Your husband. Your good-brother… and your grandsire. Who may not, it seems… walk for much longer among you.”

He throws the mask to the table, the heavy gold clanking against the wood.

“Let us no longer hold ill feelings in our hearts. The crown cannot stand strong if the House of the Dragon remains divided. But set aside your grievances.” He bangs his fist on the table, chest heaving, breaths fast. “If not for the sake of the crown… then for the sake of this old man who loves you all so dearly.”

He sits, again with great effort, but Alicent attempts to placate him with a soothing hand, helping him to fix his golden mask. Something so beautiful, to hide unpleasantness beneath.

Suddenly, Rhaenyra stands with her glass raised.

You look up, expectant, hopeful, desperate for a glance of the woman you fell in love with.

“I wish to raise my cup to Her Grace, the Queen. I love my father. But I must admit that no one has stood… more loyally by his side than his good wife. She has tended to him with… unfailing devotion, love, and honor. And for that, she has my gratitude… and my apology.”

Alicent stares off into the distance for a moment, swallowing heavily. You think you see the sheen of tears in her eyes, but she hides it just as quick as they appeared.

“Your graciousness moves me deeply, Princess.” They share a tense glance, and you feel something within you. Something ugly. “We are both mothers… and we love our children. We have more in common than we sometimes allow.”

I am a mother, you want to scream, I love my children. This past, these secrets and intimacy they have hurt you. Rhaenyra does not talk about Alicent, about her mother. So you do not know. But Daemon knows, because he was there. You are alone in this marriage, in only some ways, an outsider to memories you will never hold.

The Queen stands, but you cannot look at her. “I raise my cup to you and to your house.” You hear the room quiet, imagine her breaths heavy in her chest. “You will make a fine queen.” She inhales deeply before you hear her sit.

Everyone grabs their glass, and you do as well. You raise it to your lips. You let the liquid rest against you, but you cannot find it in yourself to swallow it.

You look down to your hands, hear conversation and movement. You take a few moments to breathe, to stifle your foolish jealousy.

Until Jace slams his hands onto the table, standing.

He meets your eyes, and you see the anger, the fire, rife within him.

“J-”

But Aemond stands, and his haloed blonde hair draws you to silence.

Jace grabs his glass, clenches his jaw and softly hits Aegon, as if they were friends. He inhales deeply, raising his glass.

“To Prince Aegon and Prince Aemond. We have not seen each other in years. But I have fond memories of our shared youth. And as men, I hope we may yet be friends and allies. To you and your family’s good health, dear uncles.” He sips, and you do as well, eyeing the brown-headed boy wearily.

“To you as well,” Aegon says, but his voice is forced.

Aemond looks around before sitting, and it is Helaena’s turn to stand.

You sigh, inwardly, sick of speeches.

“I would like to toast to Baela and Rhaena. They’ll be married soon. It isn’t so bad. Mostly he just ignores you… except sometimes when he’s drunk.” Daemon laughs, and your heart twists. You scold him with a look, and he mumbles something before his smile drops.

It reminds you all too well of your time with your first husband.

“Let us have some music,” Viserys proclaims, and you almost rejoice.

You take another sip of your drink, until Jace’s voice brings you out of your reverie- memories of Lord Chamber’s plaguing you.

“Excuse me,” he says to Baela, before standing and walking over to Helaena. He extends his arm, and she looks shocked.

But soon they are jumping across the floor, dancing and twirling. You do not know Helaena, but you think her smile is genuine.

“I…” Viserys starts, turning to your end of the table. “I suppose there is a new member of our family I must meet. Properly.” His eyes fix on you. “Lady Y/N.”

“Oh, Your Grace, I- you are most kind.”

Rhaenyra grabs your hand, softly, tenderly, and turns towards her father.

“We love her,” she says, simply. As if it is a fact, something as simple as gravity.

You feel your cheeks heat, and Daemon’s presence against your back.

“Yes. She’s lovely, the best mother to our children.”

Viserys nods, looking over the three of you with his eyes.

“I wish you much happiness, you three. I hope you can find a bit of what I have found with my wif-wives.”

Rhaenyra laughs at a joke Daemon makes, and you let yourself forget about the past and focus on the present. You let Alicent fade to the back of your mind, and laugh with her.

“You seem much happier,” you tell her, “I’m glad.”

“I know,” she sighs, “I’m sorry for being such a… well, you know. The stress, my father, I…”

“You should have come to us,” Daemon whispers. You nod, lean forward to grab Rhaenyra’s hand.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to burden you. I felt like I was sinking beneath the waves with the thought of what we might lose if I was not the queen. I couldn’t risk… I couldn’t live with myself if you or the children were hurt.” When she smiles, it is wobbly.

“I think we would much rather drown with you, yeah?” You say, and Daemon nods and agreement. He reaches forward, kisses his wife’s hand.

“What would I do without my handsome husband and my pretty wife?”

The three of you laugh, and the evening falls into joy.

This moment, this precious evening, feels like something precarious. Like tightroping over a spider web. Stitching pieces of glass together. It is beautiful, you think, and you never want it to end.

But it starts to crack when Viserys is lead off my by guards, groaning in pain.

The music steps and everyone stands as he is lead off, as the servants carry in a tray of pig.

You think the evening might continue on, smiling as Daemon insists you must kiss the wine out of his mouth, that it’s the best in these seven forsaken kingdoms.

Until Aemond slams his fist onto the table. You flinch, and you can feel Daemon’s mood immediately sour. You imagine him thinking, who is this boy to scare my wife? But don’t let the smile show on your face.

Aemond raises his glass.

“Final tribute. To the health of my nephews; Jace… Luke… and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, wise…” The room tenses as he pauses, Aemond working his jaw.

Do not say it, you think, bidding a fight not to start.

You know who the boy’s true father is. Rhaenyra told you in confidence, and you will take that truth to your grave. To question otherwise is… treason.

Your consider praying as Aemond opens his lips.

“Strong.”

“Aemond.” Alicent says, immediately. But he only turns to Jace and Helaena, still out on the open floor.

“Let us drain our cups to these three… Strong boys.”

“I dare you to say that again.” Jace tilts his jaw up, and you fix your skirts, ready to stand.

“Why? ‘Twas only a compliment. Do you not think yourself Strong?” The two stride forward, but instead of an answer, Aemond is met with a fist.

“Jace!” Luke shouts, standing up to help his brother, but Aegon slams him headfirst into the table.

You hear various screaming, but you are too wrapped up in instinct. You did not make these children, you did not make their fingers and toes, their hearts and brains. But you are their mother, and you are shaping them into the person they will be. That is equally important. That is what matters.

You gasp, evading Daemon’s hands, running towards Aegon and Luke. You stand next to them, hands out as if you wish to push the prince away. He looks at you, and eyebrow raised.

“Let him go!” You shout, not wished to be charged with treason today.

You hear the sound of a body hitting the floor, different from when Vaemond fell, and you turn around. Jace is getting to his knees, held back by a guard.

Aegon releases Luke, and you attempt to stop him as he reels to attack Aegon, but a guard runs forward to stop him. You see Rhaena holding Baela back, Alicent scolding Aemond.

“Though it seems my nephews are quite as proud of theirs.” Aemond suddenly raises his voice, and you do not know where your confidence comes from.

“You antagonized them! Do not play dumb, my prince. It does not suit you,” you hiss, imagining a snake drops from your lips and slithers over to bite him.

“But does it suit you, my Lady Chambers?” You gasp, fall back. It hurts more than you thought it would.

“Shut up!” Jace roars, breaking free from his captor and running at Aemond.

“Hey! Hey!” Daemon shouts, holding up a hand to stop Jace.

Rhaenyra grabs your arm, whispering into your ear.

But you do not hear her. You are rooted in place. Your eyes shut, filled with tears. You finally realize what Rhaenyra is saying.

“My love, my love, my love,” over and over, like a prayer, like a hymn. You wonder if Alicent would be proud.

“I- I am not that woman anymore-” You say, to no one and everyone.

“I know, I know. He does not know you. He does not know us. Don’t listen to him, my love, Y/N, don’t let him get into your head.” She presses a kiss to your temple. “Go to your quarters. All of you, know.”

“But-” You hear Luke starts.

“Your mother will be fine,” Rhaenyra says, and you hear footsteps fade.

You see Aemond walk off as well, after your tears and shock calm. You hadn’t been called that name in years. It was like someone had ripped out your heart. Reminded you of times you had blocked out, replaced with new memories.

You had ripped up that garden, replanted new seeds. You were a different flower, a different crop. No remnant of that past in your soil.

“Rhaenyra.” Alicent says, and you flinch at the emotion she pours into it.

“Come here,” Daemon says, and you latch onto his arm, throwing a look over your shoulder at Rhaenyra. Alicent walks close, and grab’s Rhaenyra’s arm. Your tears only fall all the much faster.

—-

Rhaenyra holds you in the quiet unfamiliar rooms. Daemon is elsewhere, finalizing plans for your departure.

“He does not know you,” she whispers, again. An echo.

“I know. It hurts the same.”

“Do not let it.” She noses into your hair, murmuring again. “My sweet girl, I’m so sorry.”

“You did not say it,” your assure her, but she only pulls you tighter to her. Your head on her chest, sure heartbeat beneath you. You want to fade into her, into the rhythm of her heart.

“When we get back to Dragonstone, I’ll buy you something pretty. Whatever you want. And I’ll get out of my duties, and we’ll fly. Syrax and I, you and Cannibal, Daemon on Caraxes. We can race, dance in the clouds.”

“I would love nothing more, Nyra.” You yawn, feel sleep come for you as quickly as Jace’s fists had to Aemond.

“You are our treasure.” She whispers, and you fade into her.

—-

In the darkness, through layers of cobweb and the thick smell of milk of the poppy; if you listen close enough, you can hear a man whisper. He says, “my love” with enough pain in his voice to make the stars cry. He does not speak again.

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imagintheworldaway · 1 year

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Loathing

A/N back to my angsty ways! i love this one a lot so i hope you guys do to!!

Requests: Open

Warning: Swearing, a bit of shoving, mention of drugs

I swayed to the beat, downing the rest of my drink as the mix of alcohol and different chemicals made my brain buzz and the serotonin in my body filled every little crevasse. I felt amazing, I had no idea where the rest of the group had gone but I didn't really care either. A light tug on my arm brought me out of my trance and I looked up to see the bouncer from earlier. “That your boyfriend?” he shouted over the music, i looked over to see the unmistakable black mop of his hair off to the side. “Yh why?” I smiled up at him, batting my eyelashes, praying Nikki hadn't done anything stupid. “Hes fucked you need to get him out of here” the guard said, not falling for my act. “Ugh leave him, he won't hurt anyone” i shrugged trying to turn away from the situation. “I wouldn't take that chance” he said more forcefully. I just rolled my eyes and walked over to where Nikki was chatting up some girl. “Knock it off” I growled into his ear before he could even register my presence. I was just met with a slight shove as he carried on his cheesy lines. I looked over my shoulder and was met instantly with the bouncer's large chest. “Babe, im serious” i said a little louder, motioning with my eyes to the burly man watching us. He finally looked at me, and followed my eyes to the man, and in true Nikki form flipped him off. I felt the rage start to bubble inside of me as he just had to ruin our good time. “That's it” the man bellowed, grabbing each of our arms and dragging us to the entrance. “I wanted you” I spat at my boyfriend as he started fighting against the man. “Get the fuck off of me” was all Nikki said, ignoring my telling off completely. “You're both banned” the man said, throwing us onto the street, meaning just about all eyes were watching us in shock.

“Lets go” I huffed, grabbing my boyfriend's arm and dragging him behind me down the street. He always did this, whenever I was feeling good, or having a good time he had to find a way to ruin it. I started stomping down the street the best I could, Nikki following me lazily two steps behind. “What's got your panties in a twist” he called, lighting a cigarette as i could already feel the cool breeze sobering me up, forming a grudge to fester in my stomach. “Just drop it Nik” I huffed, turning down the next street towards our house. “God you’re no fun these days” I heard him complain from behind me. I could feel the anger coarse through my veins as the only noise of the night were our lazy footsteps. “Always in a bitchy mood aren't you” Nikkis comments kept coming at me like hand grenades. Each one fueling my inner hatred more and more. “Such a mardy fucking bitch” i heard him sigh, and that was it, that was the comment that threw me over the edge.

“I want you to know that I loathe you” I seethed in between my shaky breaths. I felt a fire in my stomach ignite as I felt my jaw tense and my eyes bore into his own. “Every breath you take you make me more mad at you” I spat taking a step forward. The dim street light illuminated his face as he took a cautionary step backwards. “You have well and truely fucked it. There will never be a universe where I will ever forgive you.” I spat now holding out an accusatory finger, feeling my body shake with anger. “If I had two choices, either be with you, or rip out and eat my own, bloody, pulsating, barely alive heart. I wouldn't hesitate to choose myself.” I spat these words as I watched his face tense and cringe, the severity of the situation finally hitting his thick skull. “Because you know what, at least my heart doesn't trick, lie and manipulate people that I am a good person, just to leave them to drown in a pit of sadness and self loathing that I dug for them” I could finally feel the tears start to spill down my cheeks. But I wasn't sad, no this felt like a cleanse, a long awaited absolute dumpster fire of emotion. “You are so incredibly melodramatic” Nikki spat back in my face, our bodies only inches apart as I had backed him up all the way to the street lamp. “Me? Melodramatic?” I scoffed, letting out an almost sinister laugh. “You are always the victim of any situation. Awe poor Nikki he had a bad home life, awe Nikki who didnt know his dad, poor fucking Nikki Sixx who is a international rockstar and gets what he wants on a silver platter. I am sick of it, I'm sick of bending to your every need, sick of finding reason and understanding in your actions, sick of putting up with everything you have ever put me through.” my voice raised even more as the emotion shook through me. “Just take a look at me, look at what you did to me, i used to be happy, bubbly, but you, you have been falling since the day you were born and i was stupid enough to let you drag me down with you.” I shook my head as I watched his eyes gloss over, the first sign of emotion he has shown during this entire argument. “I. Hate. You "I spat, emphasising every little syllable. “You don't mean that baby” he said, finally breaking the silence. “Trust me i do” i said taking a step back, finally averting my gaze from his own.

I furiously rubbed my cheeks, wanting no sign of the tears that had now stopped. “Don't be a bitch Y/N” Nikki sighed, raising his own hand to his forehead, signalling he was done with this conversation. Realistically he was probably finished with this conversation before it had even begun. “And where will you go? Who will pay for your lifestyle? Cause guess what baby, i do all of that” he said grinning at me mockingly as he took a step forward. I was still feeling so big that I just smiled sweetly at him. “Who supported who first? I paid the rent on the first apartment, I worked my ass off for you to get here, you would be nowhere without me” I said softly, my tone matching his own. “You know that you can't live without me” Nikki snapped, marching up to me so we were once again only inches apart, his tall form towering over my own. “Watch me” I said through gritted teeth.

#nikki sixx #motley crue #80s bands #nikki sixx x reader #nikki sixx x you #nikki sixx imagine

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thighsoverlives · 10 months

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Her Eyes - Simon's POV of "His Eyes"

⋆ relationship ⋆

Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!reader

⋆ summary ⋆

A mission gone bad. She lies in his arms dying. He should've done more to protect her.

⋆ notes ⋆

i though making this story into Simon's POV would be pretty cool so here it is! i still have no idea where i want to take the Price fic and i havent even started it yet so.. 😭

alsoo! im going to make a tik tok hopefully? i know nothing about posting stuff on tik tok so wish me luck lol! it'll be thighsoverlives just like my tumblr :)

⋆ warnings ⋆

death, heavy angst!

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Her Eyes

When your world comes crashing down some say that all sound ceases. Simon didn't believe that would actually happen until he turned to look at her. He didn't believe it until he saw the bullet rip through her back.

It wasn't real. It couldn't be happening. His breath hitched and his muscles tensed. A mix of emotions he couldn't even describe overtook his body. Bullets were flying through the air and somewhere in the distance, a grenade exploded. But he didn't care, all that mattered was her. He had to get to her.

Rushing to her side, he knelt over her frail figure.

“We have to get out of here.” His voice was shaky and hoarse as he gently picked her up and carried her away.

Somehow, you had managed to make it to a building that was isolated from the rest. Somehow you were able to evade the bullets and the grenades. Simon Riley, the defier of death. But yet, as he placed her body to the ground, his cold facade was slipping.

Death was something that he would experience every single day. But this was different. It was different to hold his world in his arms and watch her fade away. To hold the person who taught him that his broken and bruised heart was capable of loving again. To hold the person who cared for him with every part of their soul. To hold the person that would die for him. To watch the life drain out of their body. To see the pain and the fear in her eyes.

He choked back a sob. It’d be okay. It’d have to. He would give up everything he had built just to see her happy. Even though he found his purpose in the military, he would leave to make sure she was safe. To make sure to be okay. You’d get an evac and he’d be by her side when she woke up in the infirmary. He’d force you both to quit this military business and she could have the house she always dreamed of. The one out in the country. And he’d do anything he could have her alive and well.

Even though he wasn’t by any means the least bit religious he was praying, begging for God to let her stay. He’d promise that he would do anything just so he could have her alive and well.

He was shaking her body. She couldn’t fall asleep. He wouldn’t let her.

“Simon, I’m so tired.”

His heart was breaking into a million pieces once again. Pieces that she had put back together. She was his world. She was what he lived for. She was the reason he wanted to get better, to keep fighting.

He was shaking. He was consumed with uncontrollable rage and grief. He had worked very hard to be a master at regulating his emotions but how was he meant to do that when his world was collapsing?

He was conditioned to be a war machine. He was taught not to get attached. So why on Earth was he leaning over the crumpled body of the woman who was his world?

He was trying so hard to be strong. Trying to stay calm because he didn’t want her to die scared. He knew that anything he could do would be futile. The wound was bad, very bad. She was dying in his arms and he couldn’t do anything about it.

He wanted to look at her, to tell her that it would be okay. He wanted to tell her to imagine the house in the country. The cat, the dog, and the child that she had told him so many times she wanted. He wanted to reassure her. But it was futile. He couldn’t bring himself to look her in the eyes. It would only prove his failure.

He should’ve protected her.

Every being in his body urged him to speak. To tell her that he loved her. So that maybe she could know that he really did. He never did the “love” stuff. It had hurt him far too much. But she had loved him so much that he thought he might’ve finally been capable of letting someone in. When he met her gaze, she was looking into his eyes. She had always told him how pretty his eyes were. How they reminded her of a warm, cloudless summer day. Or the ocean.

He should’ve done more. Why didn’t he protect her? Why couldn’t he protect her?

He couldn’t bring himself to speak. Why couldn’t he bring himself to speak?

He stared into her eyes. Eyes that were so full of love for him. Eyes that he loved gazing into. Eyes that he saw his future in.

A single tear fell from his eye.

“I..”

His words were cut off by the bullet that ripped through his chest.

No. No. No. God, no. He had to tell her that he loved her. She couldn’t die never hearing him say it.

Two more bullets followed. He crumpled to the ground in a pathetic mess.

Why didn’t he protect her?

He felt her hand reach out for his. He held it tenderly, lovingly, the way he had just hours ago.

“I love you, Simon.” She had said it so many times before. And she was okay with the fact that he never said it back. But this time it sounded so sad, so defeated. It was a whisper. He knew she was trying so hard to speak even though the blood was spilling into her lungs, drowning her.

Her eyes were fluttering closed.

She needed to know he loved her.

He fought against every wicked part of his body that tried to drag him away. With the worst parts that tried to stop him from saying it. “I love you.”

Reality was slipping. He was dying, just like her. He squeezed her hand as tight as he could. He prayed that she heard him. He prayed to God that she would die knowing he loved her. It would be the first and last time he ever got to say it to her.

Such a pity he hadn’t said it earlier.

#simon riley x you #simon riley #cod x you #cod mw2 #cod x reader #angst #heavy angst

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kiki-widow · 1 year

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Highschool AU

no protection, bitting, name ( mommy), p in V

Peggy x g!p reader

Peggy was standing at the sink in the empty girls bathroom of her school, using a paper towel to dry her hands as she hummed a little tune. She didnt hear it but Y/N came in and walked right up behind her, Peggy looked up and saw y/n in the mirror, she smiled "hey Y/N/N..!" instead of simply responding like a normal person, Y/N grabbed Peggy's ass quite roughly- "hey Peggs" Peggy yelped and jolted forward pressing herself against the cold sink in reaction, she wasnt expecting to be grabbed like that. Y/N chuckled "aw, I love that little noise~" she moved her hand and pressed her chest against Peggy's back, pinning the smaller girl against the sink.

Y/N pressed her back against Peggy a little, to prevent herself from being bent over the sink "Y-Y/N- what are you doing-" she shivered a little as Y/N leaned down to be right by Peggy's ear "Im bored, and horny- so your gonna help me" she grinned and reached around to grab Peggy's chin, forcing her to watch herself in the mirror as Y/N started to kiss her neck. Peggy already got flustered and tried to look away from the mirror, she watched her own face turn red as Y/N got bold with her movements, eventually she fully bit down on Peggy's neck. Peggy yelped and let out a whine as Y/N pulled away. Still keeping Peggy against the sink, Y/N slid her hands down to the belt keeping Peggy 's pants up, Peggy grabbed onto the sides of the sink without thinking "please be gentle" Y/N frowned a little as she undid the belt "strawberry, when am I ever gentle?" before Peggy could answer, Y/N yanked her pants and underwear down, letting it sit on the floor around her ankles. Peggy gasped softly from the cold air hitting her "please" she looked at Y/N expression on the mirror, it was conflicted, she wanted to listen to Peggy but then again she wanted to absolutely rail the poor girl. after a moment Y/N huffed "fine. maybe i will" Peggy just nodded, listening to the sound of Y/N slipping her own pants down. "deep breath, sweetheart" she bent Peggy over the sink, pressing her chest against Peggy 's back a little harder as she pushed in without much other warning. Peggy moaned and gripped onto the sink harder. She was already shaking from this simple anticipation. Without waiting for Peggy to adjust, she started to slowly move, grabbing onto Peggy's waist to hold her in place. "calm down, it will feel better soon." after a moment, Y/N sped up, moving both hands to Peggy's waist. Peggy tried to hide her face in her arms to muffle the noises she was making, she didnt want to get caught. Y/N noticed and just sped up, going harder "cmon strawberry, make some noise for your Mommy " she chuckled as Peggy whined again, arching her back against Y/N's chest. after a moment she got louder, it was all incoherent noises and moans, and thats exactly what Y/N wanted. She went to bite Peggy's neck again, pausing to just breath against it. Peggy shivered and whimpered as Y/N kept going again "M-mommy" Peggy mumbled out, Y/N hummed and rested her chin against Peggy's shoulder "what? your close already aren't you. oh so sensitive~" Y/N grunted as she tried speeding up again, Peggy bit down on her own arm to keep quiet, she was praying to every god she knew of that Y/N wouldnt overstimulate her, because she knew she wouldnt be able to keep quiet if she did- after a moment Y/N grunted in Peggys ear, her breathing getting shaky "f-fuck!~" her thrusting got sloppy and more wild as she kept going, Peggy couldnt take it anymore and came, she tried to grab onto Y/N hand and started whining when Y/N didnt stop. but just as Peggy was about to start begging, Y/N came, groaning as she stopped. hugging Peggy gently after she calmed down. Peggy went limp against the sink as Y/N got paper towels to clean them both up, after she did that, she pulled her own pants up then helped Peggy get hers on. "cmon strawberry get up, we need to find an excuse for being late to class"

#highscool au #Peggy carter #g!p reader

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sagisatoru · 9 months

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preview of a thing im writing rn!!!

Summer's almost over, and I'm thinking of meeting Satoru on vacation and thinking he's just like all the guys who hit on you back home. He's funnier and hotter, but is he a better fuck? A better personality? You're not so sure. You first meet in the hotel lobby, waiting in line to check into your room. You're standing in line with the rest of your friends when you catch a tall, white-haired figure in your periphery. There's nothing better to do while you wait, you figure, and the whole point of a vacation is to have fun, right? Why not stare a little if there's a view.

So you do— just some harmless (obvious) side-eyeing— and god, are you glad you did. Glowing locks, piercing cerulean eyes, skin like white gold. You swear the man is an angel. This one, you think to yourself, smirking as you toy with the idea of walking over to the male and introducing yourself. Daydreams of what you'd say to him are cut short when Satoru meets your discreet gaze and starts walking directly toward you.

Shit. How did he know you were staring at him? How long were you even staring?

All thoughts of panic are silenced completely when Satoru finally crosses the space between the two of you directly in front of you now as he looks down. You raise your eyes to meet his nervously, fearing a not-so-happy confrontation over your ogling. Talk about vacation ruined. Before you can speak up for yourself, Satoru is opening his mouth.

"Like what you see?" he asks, teasing you, and you can feel your face warm in embarrassment. Did he come all the way over to say that? Your friends up ahead in line look back curiously, one of them mouthing to you, "Who's the hottie?"

"I'm sorry, I swear I'm usually not this obvious--"

"You sure? I almost asked you to take a picture," the male jokes, cutting your apology short. You almost wince at the comment, still embarrassed, but you're willing to see how far he wants to go with this.

"Well, it's not every day I see guys like you just out and about," you say casually, trying to seem cool. You don't want to scare him off, but you do want him to know you're interested in whatever he's about to offer.

"And what's different about me?" he presses, leaning into your space more for emphasis. He was close before, but now you can nearly feel how much taller than you he is. The scent of his cologne sends your head spinning.

One of your friends "ooh"s in amusement, and you jab her slightly with an elbow, praying the man in front of you ignores it. Thankfully, he says nothing, but you watch the grin on his face grow wide. You decide to throw all caution to the wind. You're shy, not stupid.

"I dunno. You gonna let me find out?" you ask cutely, throwing your own form of teasing Satoru's way. The male laughs out loud now, clearly amused with the effort you're putting up. It's not much, he thinks, but you're cute. He can work with it.

"How long you stayin' for, babe?" Too soon, he worries, but the way your eyes light up at the pet name tells him you're more eager than he thought. This could be fun.

"About a week. Think I can win you over?" you shoot back. Satoru smirks and takes a napkin from its holder on a coffee table nearby. You think he's writing his number down but frown when he gives you a tissue with only three digits and the name 'Gojo' scribbled on it.

Before you can question him, he says coolly, "Come visit. You can get a closer look next time." Your jaw nearly drops in shock.

You stutter out a quiet "Okay" as your friends surround you in a huddle of giggles, eyes blinking as Satoru walks away with another man with black hair, arm slung around his shoulder. You can't help but stare again as he walks away, the check-in line long forgotten. As if he knows you're looking, Satoru throws a peace sign, long fingers wiggling as he shoots you a wink over his shoulder.

The second time you run into Satoru is the next day, lounging by the pool.

You're relaxing on one of the chairs, soaking in the sunshine as you listen to your friends gossip about a hot lifeguard. A sunhat covers your eyes, but you can sense someone coming to stand over you. Suddenly the conversation goes quiet, and you lift the brim of your hat to find none other than the angel. He's grinning down at you, cheeks tinted light pink.

Your eyes trail over his body before you speak, and he lets you stare. He's wearing a loose white button-down that frames his muscular chest perfectly, sleeves rolled to show off his thick forearms. Dark blue swim trunks are worn below a faint trail of fine white hairs and a deep v-line.

A throat clearing interrupts your examination before you can think about where that happy trail leads. "Thought you were gonna come visit me last night, angel."

You muster your brightest smile for the godly being above you. "I should be calling you that," you quip, to which Gojo gasps playfully, "and it's more fun if I keep you guessing." The male returns your smile, slightly hungrier, which you don't fail to notice.

"Then I guess you wore this little number for me? Hope I'm right," he coos, a lilt in his voice. You bite on your bottom lip, and you can't help but smile harder. He's right; you brought more than one swimsuit, but you did pick this one specifically, hoping you'd run into each other. It's a strappy blue two-piece with a metal heart-shaped ring connecting the bra and cute bows on your hips.

The color reminded you of his eyes, and seeing him in that outfit makes your stomach turn with a sense of possession. If the two of you were alone, no doubt onlookers would assume you were one of those couples who try to coordinate outfits. The idea makes your skin feel hot, and you pray Satoru can't see your expression falter.

Of course, he does. "Ahh," he muses, holding a fist to his chest like you've shot his heart. "And I almost thought you didn't want to see me."

#this is all ive got so far....#im a little nervous about the tone being too casual but also this is a fanfic .#i can tell it's going to be lengthy #this is just barely 1k and I'm debating making it like a full fic or just a little thing #definitely will be smutty tho i have a plan #satoru ! ⋆ ׅ ࣪𓏲ּ #gojo #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #gojo fic #wip #jjk fic

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